#ocean beach pleasure park

[mafiadad5]

Try, try not to think about us in that way

Part 2//Genre- smut/ kinda plot?

Warnings/ au- best friends to lovers, beach trip, pool/hot-tub sex/ public sex/ slight choking and degrading? / Unprotected sex, finger fucking, 18+

Chenle × femreader

Word Count- 2.8k

note- repost of my older post in 2nd person pov xoxo, no proof read heh.

Summary- You and Chenle has been friends for years now, since freshman year of Highschool, you finally graduate and go on a summer trip that you guys have been fantasizing to go on since sophomore year. You've always had a crush on him, but stopped trying after he rejected you freshman year. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, you ignore your feelings. That's until you're standing at the beach in the water, as the cold small waves hit your ankles, the red sun slowly going down falling behind the horizon line, the sky lighting up a beautiful blue and purple color.

You look up at him, he's already looking at you and grabs your hand. "You look beautiful, has anybody told you that" his face not changing from the everlasting frown that he always has. "Thank you" you said as you turned away from him, facing the deep blue ocean, trying to avoid his gaze because you might just fall further for him. Suffocating on your breath as you feel his fingers leave your hand and slowly drag up your arm. "You're welcome", he says as he grabs your waist pulling you towards him, your foreheads touching. "What are you doing Chenle" I say as he grabs my waist and pulls me closer to his body.

"Just kiss me"

Please continue on... he's waiting for you 🎀

Y/n, y/n wake up, wake up we're here" you feel your body shaking. You wake up instantly and see Chenle grinning at you from the driver's seat. You look outside the window and see the hotel entrance doors right in front of you. It's noon out, but still bright and sunny. You sat and looked at the window blankly in front of you, processing it in your head, was it really just a- you're knocked out of your thoughts when you hear knocking on your window and see Chenle with wide eyes in front of you.

"Are you gonna sit in there for the whole trip or you coming?" You got out the car, your luggage already out. "Don't you have to go park the car anyways? You can't just leave it out here" you said looking at him, mumbling quietly as you rubbed your eyes. "We have Valet btw" he said as he grabbed his bags and begin to walk inside the hotel, already having the room key.

You made it up to the hotel room, Chenle opening the door and walking into the hotel room, instantly setting down his bags. He ran excitedly to the patio, opening the door and stepping outside, the smell of the beach entering the room. you sat down your bags and followed closely behind him.

"This is beautiful" you said as you took a deep breath taking in all the air. The view was beautiful, the beach was gorgeous, and right underneath us looking down was a beautiful pool and hot-tub at least you think it is, you can't really see much because it's surrounded by a foggy glass window panel, you think it's called, and bushes. For privacy, I guess? Anyways you were so excited and so was Chen.

"I have to use the bathroom real quick I’ll be right back." you said before turning around, facing the room and pausing. "Chenle!? Where's the other bed…" you turned to lookat him, a small grin appearing on his face. "About that" he said "We've slept in the same bed before y/n, why is it a problem now?" He said pushing pass you leaping on the bed, looking at you while lying on his back.

you really wish you was on top on him right now, pleasuring him, riding hi-

"Um hello, earth to y/n" you shook out of your thoughts. "What do you mean, the last time we slept together you were so rough, literally pushed me off the bed, I'll just take the floor" He paused for second before smirking, "mhm" he said before the realization hit you of what you said. "You're a dick" you laughed before going to use the bathroom. "Just take it on the bed, I mean, take the bed" he shouted, laughing. "Shut up" you shouted back.

you woke up from your nap, Chenle putting on a shirt, his abs slightly showing before he put on his shirt fully. "You realize we have a bathroom right" you said as you yawned and sat up. "Yea but you're my best friend so I should be able to chan-" you got up and walked past him,

"I know, I know, I get it ok, I'm your best friend" you went into the bathroom, not shutting the door, splashing your face with water "what the fuck is up your pussy today y/n" you rolled your eyes and continued to splash your face as he walked in the bathroom getting directly behind you, you looked up at him through the mirror, bent over in front of him.

hopefully you

"Well, it's just, I know you're my best friend, but you don't have to put it in every sentence. Is that the only way you see me, the best friend you can do whatever in front of?" he grabbed your waist and turned you to face him, setting both hands on the counter, you in between them.

"What do you want to be seen as to me?”

He said as he made eye contact with you, your faces an inch away. "Is this a trick question?" you said looking away, drying your face with a towel. "Look at me." he said in a relaxed tone as he grabbed your chin pulling your face to look at his. "What is up with you?" the sounds of his breathing and the sink running behind you echoing, through the room.

"Do you really want to know what's up with me?" he said leaning even closer, our lips almost touching. you nodded while looking him into his eyes. He paused for a second, the sound of his breathing echoing in the room again, the sink sounded muffled now.

The sink sounded muffled now…?

Before you could react, you felt water splash on your shirt and face, Chenle laughing as he backed up looking at you. "GET OUT NOW." you yelped before he ran out and you slamming the door behind him. You leaned on the counter, thinking about what happened, and thinking about how you felt wet, hoping he didn't notice.

"I have a surprise for you" Chenle said as you were finishing your drink "what?" you said looking at him, clearly not entertained by whatever stunt he was going to pull now. "You know that pool and hot tub you told me about, the one under us, the one you said you wanted to go to, but it looked closed, that one?" you looked at him after setting down your drink. "Yea" he smiled.

"Well… it's not closed it's just a private pool, like one you can make a reservation for and have it all for yourself" you smiled "omg really let's make a reservation for tomorrow" he took a sip of his drink, finishing it off, "I kind of wanted to go to the beach tomorrow, so I reserved it for tonight, we're the last people that have it too, for 2 hours!" he said excitedly. "When do we go, it's getting late and it's already dark out?" you asked finishing your drink off too "now" he said grabbing your hand and running up to the hotel room.

You went into the bathroom to get changed and you got out your one-piece bathing suit, you slid it on quickly realizing it had a huge green stain on it, your bathing suit is red? "Fuck" you said as you went through your bag, sighing, looking through to find the others you brought. Only one extra, and it was a bikini. you hate wearing bikinis, and you've never worn one in front of Chenle, not even tight fit clothes, ever.

you slipped it on, and walked out of the bathroom, Chen sitting on the bed with only swim trunks on, shirtless. He looked up from his phone and stared at your body for a second. "Are you ready to go?" you said knocking him out of his thoughts, he licked his lips and nodded.

He unlocked the door, and you made it inside. It was gorgeous, the pool lit up blue and purple. The view looking out was towards the beach, where you could hear the waves splashing even more vividly than on the patio. He sat the towels down on the chairs and instantly jumped into the pool, you followed behind him.

A cool breeze passed by, "it's cold y/n I'm gonna get into the hot-tub" Chenle Said while getting out of the pool walking to the hot-tub hidden behind the bushes. "Ok I’ll meet you there" you looked at him, his hair dripping wet, droplets falling onto his glistening abs.

you stayed splashing in the water a bit longer, but you got bored without him, so you decided to join him in the hot tub. you walked past the bushes to see a gorgeous hot tub, blue and purple like the pool, it was bubbling and the most gorgeous thing of it all was Chenle sitting against the wall, staring you down, looking like he wanted to tear you apart.

His hair was damp and out of his face, he leaned against the edge of the hot tubs wall, his arms holding the edges, as his veins and muscles slightly came through more dramatically.

you wanted him so bad.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you said slowly getting into the hot tub, looking deep into his dark eyes that were focused on you. He looked at you licking his lips, slightly sticking his tongue out before closing his mouth again, saying nothing. you fully got into the hot tub, sitting on the stairs right across from him staring, seductively, into his eyes as he stared you down, but remained quiet.

He put his arms down beside him. "Come here" he said in low toned voice getting off the wall and standing up. you got up and slowly went towards him, almost floating. you didn't know if he was trying to trick you again, but judging by his face and his tone, probably not. you got to him and just stared. He grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, his leg in between yours.

You looked away nervously, you thought he didn't like you, what is he doing? "What?" He said, his eyes shooting daggers at your neck. "Well…" you said avoiding eye contact "look at me." he said in your ear with a deep tone interrupting you. you turned and faced him "Well what about freshman year?" you looked at him. "Fuck freshman year" he said as he grabbed your chin and pulled your face into his, giving you a deep kiss. you instantly kissed back, the kisses growing even more hungry. He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, backing up into the hot-tubs walls again, putting you down without breaking the kiss.

His lips were hot, his tongue was hotter, exploring your mouth. "I bet this is what you wanted all along huh?" he questioned breaking the kiss, but quickly pulling you into a kiss again, pulling your body even closer to his. He broke the kiss and leaned over to your ear.

"You wished that I was in you when you were bent over on that sink" his deep voice in a whisper, fucking your brain. "Wish you were on top of me when I was laying on the bed" he said giving you a sloppy kiss, his hand slipping into your bikini bottoms. "Wished it was you when we were in the car, pleasing yourself, rubbing your thighs together just to me singing a sexual song." he said biting your lip, sticking one of his fingers in between your folds, rubbing your wet entrance and clit.

"Didn't you?"

He said sucking and kissing your neck, his words vibrating into your skin as he stuck two fingers into your hole. you let out a moan. "Didn't you?" he asked again before going faster, his fingers hitting harder, as he went down to your collar bone, sucking and nibbling.

"Yes, I did"

you said as you was trying to hold in your moans but failed miserably. "Do you want me to keep going?" He asked slowing down his pace. "Yes, please." you said looking at him. "Beg me for it, tell me how much you want it, how bad do you want it?" he said lifting his head from your neck and looking at you, wrapping his free hand around your neck, softly, yet firmly.

"Please give it to me, please, I want it so bad, I've always wanted it bad, please." he turned you around, setting you down on the seat in the hot tub, pushing you against the edge of the wall, his hand still around your throat, his fingers still inside you, circling your clit with his free thumb. "Oh really?" He said looking at you a dark look of lust filling his eyes. "Mhm" you said. He grinned, taking his hand off your neck and lifting you out of the hot tub, ripping off your bikini bottoms and spreading your legs.

He gave you a look before licking your clit, fingers going in and out of you still. you moaned loudly, throwing your head back. His tongue doing circles around your clit while he curved his fingers hitting your g-spot. you were melting in his touch, his fingers, and in his tongue. you grabbed his head, pushing him further, making him go faster in and out of you and slurping at your clit making you go insane, you was a moaning mess, and you were almost to your climax.

"Hello? Anyone in here?"

You both heard an unfamiliar voice. He stopped and you looked at each other. "Speak to the man" Chenle said as he continued to finger you, fast. Your juices dripping down his finger. "Yes, some-someone is in here, we had a reservation" you said, mumbling and stuttering, trying not to moan as much as you could, but you couldn't help it, you was almost there. "Ohhh I see… what was the name?"

"Y/N" you yelled to prevent your moan from slipping out. Your legs begun to shake, and you tried to grab his hand, to get him out of you, but he took your hand and instantly pinned it down with his free hand, continuing to finger you knuckles deep. you threw your head back and bit your lip so hard that you thought you would pull blood. "I don't see an anyone for y/n? Is there anything else you may have it down for?"

you gasp from reaching your high

"CHENLE"

you screamed as you looked at him, him smiling as he removed his fingers from your dripping core. "Oh, I see you right here. I'm so sorry about the interruption guys! Make sure you're out by 12 am, sorry about that." you looked at Chenle as he licked his fingers off while looking you dead in the eyes, grinning. He helped you back into the hot tub.

"Destroy me, please, destroy me like there's no tomorrow." you said as he pulled down his swimming trunks. "Turn around" he said in a deep voice, and you quickly obliged, he forced you on all fours, your knees on the seat and your arms outside the hot-tub.

"I'm gonna make your wishes come true baby."

He positioned his tip at your entrance without fully going in yet. Your breathing got heavier as you felt him in your hole. He spat on it before shoving his whole dick inside you, instantly going fast, grabbing your hips and slamming into you. You let out a loud moan, lowering your head. "Fuck, you're so tight baby." he said, his fingers clawing at your hips as he quickly thrusted, going deeper every-time.

"I bet it feels good too doesn't it you little whore?" He grabbed your arms with one of his hands and placed it behind your back making him hit a spot that you didn't even know was there. "Fuck, don't stop" you managed to get out, a moaning mess as you felt your juices mixed with his spit and precum dripping down your cleavage.

He placed messy kisses on your spine, and your arm that was behind your back, thrusting faster and deeper every stroke. He grabbed your hair and pulled it back, making your head lift up. "How does it feel huh, your best friend, destroying you, fucking your brains out, treating you like the little slut you are?" He said as he leaned down to your ear, pounding inside of you, his breathing heavy and words slurred as he starts doing small moans and whimpers that are music to your ears.

you bite your lip, eyes rolling to the back of your head, while moaning loudly as he hits your g-spot. "I'm about to cum, can I please cum for you?" you say as you lower your head again because he let go and grabbed onto your hips again. "Yes baby, you can cum, do it for me.” he said his pace going even faster, but thrust getting sloppier.

"Chenle" Your stomach was turning, your eyes rolled back, as you reached your climax, your legs were shaking intensely, and your moans were loud and long, screaming his name as he whimpered, then deeply moaned, suffocating on the thick atmosphere when your walls were tightening around his dick. "shit" he cussed as he came inside of you, his ooze dripping as he made an exit out of you, trying to catch his breath. He turned you around kissing you gently on the lips, wiping the tears he created off of your face.

You both were on the beach sitting down on your towels. The sunset glowed a beautiful bright orange making his skin glow. Your head laid on his shoulder and you held hands. You've always wanted him, you'd seriously do anything to have him,

But what's going to happen when we go back home?

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[muchlov3ashley]

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵~ (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷)

Au! Actor!Gojo x Singer!R

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Yachting with Gojo is fun, but when any guy slightly tries to get close to you.. his blood boils? Wonder why? What are you to him?

Fluff! Smut! Angst! Fake-dating! Enemies to lovers! Drug use! She fell first he fell harder!

Previous chapter

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𝓒𝓱3-𝒮𝒶𝓁𝓉 𝒜𝒾𝓇, 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇, 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒..

Sarori come into the kitchen after showing you her fifth bathing suit she tried. You looked up from the counter. Nipping your finger skin a little with the knife you were using to cut fruit. Your started sucking on your finger due to the pain. Looking up observing Sarori.

“That’s the one!” You told Sarori. Sliding the fruit from the cutting board into a container. “Yuji’s gonna love it.” You teased winking at her. Her face became filled up with blush. “So uh what are you going to wear?”

You both walked to your room. You pointed to the 2 piece bikini on your bed One pink and blue. “Well I was thinking one of these.” You said while going to your night stand applying a bandaid on your cut. Sarori stepped a little close to observe them. “This one.” She pointed to the blue one. “I think gojo will like that one.” She teased back. Your face heated up, but you took her advice hoping a little that it’ll be true.

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You parked at the parking space of the dock. Putting your beach bag on your shoulder holding the tinfoil container filled with mixed fruit. Peaking over to notice a pink haired boy. “Hey yuji.” Yelled Sarori. He waved towards you and hugged Sarori. Leading yall down a pathway to the dock.

Your face lit up amazed at how big the boat actually was. You stepped on the boat to see the familiar faces and some new ones. Greeting everyone near by. When Geto came up to you. “Nice to see you Y/N.” He hugged you in a friendly way. “Nice to see you too, I brought some fruit.” You said handing him the tray. “You didn’t have to Y/N-.” Suguru got cut off by another familiar voice. “But it’s very appreciated.” You felt a warm hand on your waist turning you around to face him. “Glad you came Y/N.” Said Gojo hugging you.“Oh. It was my pleasure thank you for inviting me.” You said a little hot from the blush rising up from Gojo being close to you. “You look very-.” Gojo said before being cut off by a buff guy with a man bun. “Gojoo go tell them to start the boat.” He nodded walking off. You pouted wanting to hear what he was going to say. Walking to sit by Sarori. Now chatting with the group around you.

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The boat stopped Finally making it a shallow part of the ocean. Almost everyone got into the water beside a few people. You sat on the the the foot rest part of the boat dipping your toes in the water. With a notebook in your thigh brainstorming song ideas.

When a brown haired boy came to sit by you. “Hi nice to meet you, I’m Haibara, I haven’t seen you around here?.” He said. “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/N, Gojo’s costar.” You said extending a hand, he shook it gently. From a distance Gojo had been watching with a scowl on his face. For some reason seeing you so close to another boy made his blood boil. He felt he had to do something show him you were with him. “You must be the pretty actress, singer Gojo had been mentioning.” You face heated at the thought of Gojo mentioning to others about you. Before you could say anything Haibara was pushed into the water. You reached over bending down, with a hand reaching out towards him to help him. Haibara declined looking behind to see Gojo giving him a “fuck off look”. “Oopsies. My bad it was an accident.” Said Gojo in a low tone. Peaking at your backside and your ass while you bend down. “Are you okay?” You asked Haibara. “Yeah, it all good accidents happen.” He said swimming off. Sarori started swimming towards you.

You sat back up. Elbowing Gojo’s stomach. “Was that really an accident.” You said to Gojo. “Ouch, I swear it was.” He said trying to hide a the pleasure in his voice. You just rolled your eyes. “Plus you’re gonna be dating me soon. So it’s best not to give any guy an idea.” He leaned towards your ear. “Maybe I should mark you that way everyone knows your mine.” He said softly. You started heating up from the comment.

But before you could reply. Sarori tapped on you leg. “Y/N come and get in water.” She said. “Mkay but come put sunscreen on my back.” You replied. Pulling out sunscreen from your bag to hand it to her. When a hand snatched it from you. “It okay Sarori I can do it.” Replied Gojo. You hesitated but didn’t wan’t to take away from Sarori time. You nodded. “I’ll be there In a second, Sarori.” You said. She nodded and swam off.

Gojo started applying it. Just like he imagined it you skin was soft and smooth. You bit you lip holding back gasps from the pleasure you felt from his warm and gentle hands. “Do you want me to put some on your back.” You asked a little a gasp escape. Gojo heard it and scared smirking feeling pleased with himself. “Mhm, yeah.” Replied Gojo. You scooted behind him. Applying the sunscreen rubbing it on his back in messaging motions. “Fuckk- right there Y/N.” He said. Your face heated up, a thousand of dirty thoughts running through your head. You started messaging in the same spot. “Here?” You asked . “Yes right there.” He groaned. “Uh, just tell my when to stop.” You said trying to brush off the dirty thoughts. “Mhm, that’s good you can stop.”. Realizing he might’ve made you uncomfortable. In reality he didn’t want stop. He wondered a little what else you could message so good. You also wanted the know the same but knew it was wrong.

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He got up climbing down the stairs on the yacht into the water. You follow by a few seconds later. Swimming around. Now you were all by each other. “Let’s do chicken fighting.” Suggest Yuji. You saw people starting get on top of eachother. You would play just didn’t know who to ask because you’re new to the group. When suddenly you felt someone lift you up. “Is it fine if you’re partner.” Asked gojo. You were now on his shoulder. “Mhm sure.” You said quietly surprised. Gosh this man just can’t leave you be a moment without making you blush.

“Ready set go.” Announced Yuji. You weren’t normally a “try hard” but for some reason you felt competitive right now. And you ended up winning. Gojo lifted you up and everyone started clapping others teased you saying you two were cheating. During the time he lifted you up his hand accidentally slipped to your rear end. You gasped and he accidentally dropped you. You fell into the water. Rising up holding onto his shoulder as he held onto your waist. Coughing out water. He lifted you up onto the foot rest to sit. Climbing out off the water onto the yacht going to look for a water.

When hand appeared holding out a water. You thought it was gojo. “Thanks Satoru.” You said grabbing the water. “It’s Suguru.” You rubbed your eyes. They were still a little foggy. Oh. “Glad to see you two warming up to each other.” Said Suguru. “But Y/N you’re only warming up to him as a coworker right?” You sat there in silence not knowing what to the answer was. Because your heart liked him than that, more than a coworker. “Look Y/N you’re a bright and talented girl, right now Satoru will only get in the ways of your goals. As much as I want to see my best friend happy. He has a lot of issue going on with him. Deep down Satoru is an empty man, filling up the emptiness with luxuries, sex, and substances.”. You gulped. “You’re the type of girl who wants something serious, “live in the moment” and commitment. He isn’t, hes has a “live fast and die young” mindset , and commitment isn’t in his apart of that.” You felt you stomach ache. “But why?” You said in a shaky voice. Just as Geto was about to speak. you felt a towel wrapped around you.

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“Are you good Y/N?” Asked Gojo. “Yeah I’m just cold.” Geto said goodbye leaving you two alone. Looking around to see no one. Feeling a vibration on your thigh. Looking down at your phone to see a text from Sarori and also-

[incoming Call] Dad 💕

[6:45] Sarori 🤍: I left with Yuji. I’ll be home soon tough :).

[5:30] Dad 💕: Hey Darling! I want you to meet my girlfriend. Just let me know when you’re available. ❤️

“Can’t I take this?” You asked Gojo, he nodded getting up. But only sitting in a nearby table, keeping watch on you. Answering the call.

“I’m good dad, look I can’t talk right now.” You muttered clutching your fist. “No it’s fine I’m happy you’re happy. I’ll call you later Kay?” You said a littler tear running down your cheek. Putting down your phone. Gojo reappearing sitting down by you.

“What wrong Y/N?” He said looking at you. You sighed “Nothing just something silly.” You replied fighting back the urge to burst. “I’m sure it’s not silly, you can tell me.” He said holding your chin, for you to face him. His eyes were bright, the pretty sunset hit his face perfectly, and he had assuring presence to him. You turned away looking at the waves of the ocean. Letting a few tears escape. “It’s just my dad, he has a girlfriend. It just reminded me of my mom. It’s been years since her ..” you paused for a moment tears now obviously streaming down your face. Gojo put a hand on your cheeks wiping away the tears. “Death, I’m just a little uncomfortable with my dad having a new partner. But I really do want him to be happy.” You said. Gojo put a hand on your hand moving his thumb back and forth.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I don’t know how to comfort you properly.” He pulled you into a hug. Your head on his chest feeling his pulse, somewhat fast?. “It’s fine can we just stay like this for a little more?” You said admiring the sunset. “Yeah of course.” He replied. Enjoying the peace for around 5 mins. When a notification went off on his phone. But you both just ignored it. Enjoying the peace. When another notification went off. You pulled back from the hug. Looking at the ocean lost in your thoughts. He grabbed his phone turning it on the silent button tossing it to the side.

He use his fingers to make you face him. “Feeling better, princess?” He said wiping any wetness off of your face. “Mhm, thank you.” You replied. “Satoru..” You said. “Yeah princess?” He said bitting his lip, he loved the way you said his name. “What did you wanna tell me later?” . “When?”Gojo replied. “Uh. You said you look very, but never finished what you were going to say.” He leaned into your ear. “I was going to tell you look very pretty, but right now I wanna tell you, you very look beautiful. Blue suits you very well, princess .” In your mind you thanked Sarori.

“You mean it? Or are you just teasing.” You asked. “How could I not?” Gojo replied. Fuck this man was gonna be the death of you, you thought. Sinking back into reality. This man was gonna be your coworker for atleast a year. It’s best to not give into that temptation. “I should go.” You said getting up. “No whyyy princess.” He groaned. “I have work tomorrow.” You lied. But he could see right through you. “Lairr tomorrow is Sunday, no one works on a Sundays. Cmon stay a little longer.” You wanted to agree, but remembered Suguru’s advice. “Sarori had an argument with Itadori, I wanna be there for her.” You lied. He could feel you were lieing but he just agreed. So he just nodded.

“Thank you for today Satoru, I had fun.” You said hugging him enjoying his warmth. “Goodnight princess glad you came.” He said hugging you back.

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You walked back your car exhausted. Feeling a the a little throb in your chest. When you saw a figure leaning on a light pole at the parking lot smoking. “Suguru? What are you doing here?” You said leaning on your car. “I like smoking near the waves it’s calming.” He shrugged.

“I have a question.” You said. “Mhm what’s up?” Suguru replied lighting another cigarette. “Is there any chance he’ll .. commit? You know like atleast try?” “Can’t say for sure. Maybe some love with change that. And honestly you’re different, from what I’ve seen he’s never acted around some other girl like the way he does with you. when he looks at you his eyes a filled with pure happiness and affection.” You heated up at the way he described the way gojo looking towards you. feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“But look I still think it’s better off keeping boundaries, and staying purely as coworkers, in reality he does impulsive things, he’ll hurt before he can be hurt, especially after-.” Suguru paused feeling he said to much. “Especially after what Suguru?” You asked. “Well he was getting serious with a girl once, he wanted to give it a try. But she ended cheating on him… with his dad. After that he tried a few more relationships but he was either to over protective or he cheated on them.” He said in an unpleasant tone. “Please Y/N, just make the best decision.” Suguru said walking off.

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𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

He was back home alone.. leaving just him and his thoughts. He got into his shower, his bones ached a little. Letting the water drip on his body , just in his thoughts. And you were the only thing on his mind. The way you rejected staying with him a little longer, the way you messaged him, the way your plush soft thighs felt on his shoulders, your beautiful giggles, and that little gasp you let out while he applied lotion, the way your ass felt when he accidentally let one of his hands slip.

“Fuck.” He groaned. Seeing his member harden. Slowly but surely moving him hand down his body until he was holding it. Biting his lip. Giving his member long strokes and vigorous pumps use one of his thumb pressing on his throbbing tip leaking of precum. Thinking about your how you would jerk him off. Imagining your smaller hands moving up and down him, telling him he was so big. another long fast stroke. He found himself letting a loud moan of your name slipping out of his mouth. Eyes clenched shut as he relished in the feeling of release .. thinking of you and only you. He groaned, Cum spilling onto his shower tiles.

He finished cleaning up going into his room seeing his phone ring.

[incoming Call] Yuji

“What’s up?.” Said Gojo. “Look my girl left her purse, on the boat can I just pick it up real quick?” Asked Itadori. “Yeah go ahead I’ll just tell the boat crew, Sarori right?” Said Gojo using a towel to dry his hair. “Yeah duh..” replied Yuji. “Glad to know yall made up.” “Huh made up..? what do you mean?” Asked Yuji confused. “I thought yall had an argument.” Asked Gojo. “Huh no we didn’t. We were just chilling.” Replied Yuji. “Hmm must be thinking of the wrong person then. Anyways I told the boat captain, go ahead bye.”

Now he was confused was it a mistake? Or did you just flat out lie. Did he make you uncomfortable. Was he rude? Or .. Was there another guy, you were seeing.? “Fuck it.” He said grabbing his car keys, he needed an answer.

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Ch4 Preview || Why did you lie to him? Pushing back your feelings for your costar is for the best right?

A/N || uhh sorry for yapping so much. And for the wait! Anyways bye! Gonna go start on ch4 :))

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Taglist || @sakui1 @sanriosatoru @gh0ulkz

Next Chapter!

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[thetravelingtyper]

On The Same Page pt5 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

On the way home from Price and the beach you recollect an old story...

Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Masterlist

Warnings: None!

The road home was filled with music, a light heart, and the cleansing of rain. The storm rolled over you, rumbling with flashes of lightning sporadically lighting up the night. Lumbering hills with peaks and festering marshlands spanned alongside. One step off of the lonely road would take you to a world unlike your own. You thought deeply as you drove. Of things gone by, as the ocean disappeared, you missed home. 

You were 13 when your parents became too busy, and left alone to your own devices you stumbled upon sanctuary. In the woods, you found a fox's den, now empty of its inhabitants. But there you found a new life. A fallen log your seat, you brought your typewriter out and started recording. The breaking of sticks down your trodden path, wisps of clouds on clear days. The sounds of birds, swooping swallows with dart-like precision. The growing flora and fungi in the damp woods.

Every day you would return, after school chasing the familiar shadows of your imagination. They kept you close comfort. One day, years later, however as you approached you found the glint of orange, and to your surprise, there was a fox asleep in the den. As you turned past the corner you ended up unintentionally waking the creature, its head popping up with ears like radars. Amber eyes met yours and you both just watched each other. However the creature did not startle, so you slowly approached yards away. Setting down your jacket you sit on it and slowly open the case of your typewriter. While its ears twitch, the fox shows no motion of moving, instead content with watching you. 

Your hours were lost in the lone fox. And to your pleasure, it was there the next day, then the next week. You made it a habit to go to the den with your new acquaintance. As you met your first partner you would just talk in a soft voice to the fox, As junior college passed and your heart had been broken the fox had become something more in your brain. It was a symbol of the resilience of nature, of making the space you find yourself in yours. You finished your undergrad with the first drafts of your first book.

And as for the fox? One day you returned, set on your plan to move for your masters you had brought some meat out for the fox. Yet as you crossed the path you found the den empty for once after about two years. You frowned but left the meat anyway, vowing to return once before you left. But life got busy, saying goodbye and closing up loose ends. You vetted your life and your writing career. Stories covered your room walls, old and new. You were leaving everything you knew. A few days before you left on a brisk moment of free time you went on a whim to the den. 

As you walk you reminisce on the years spent on this path. The turned stones, the old tree house, the creek the elements of your stories light up your vision. You can hear the howling of wolves under the wind, the creaking of moving trees, the ringing of fairy voices. And yet as fantasy swirls with reality you turn the bend to find not only your friend but a few fox kits as well. You stared in all as the fox watched you with bright eyes.

“You did good.” It's a whisper not only to the fox but to yourself as all of the elements of your growing stories fade back into reality. 

A flash of lightning brought you back to reality as you parked the car in your building’s lot and prepared to face the onslaught of London rain. You sling your backpack on awkwardly in the tight space of the car and throw on your jacket over it. Street lamps flickered in wind and rain as you rushed out of the car and to the cover of the parking area. There was some wild feeling in you being exposed to the elements, just like at the ocean and when you were a kid. As you made it under cover you tilted your drenched head back and laughed into the evening. The florescent hum, there is something intently human in your heart. 

You see movement and jump. Leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette is Simon. He watches you a smile playing on his lips.

“Happy Dove?” 

The nickname has you blushing and you shove off your wet coat.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You chuckle. Simon raises a brow at your form before he puts out his cigarette. He shrugs off his jacket and holds it out for you.

“Come on I'll walk you home.” He looks at you expectantly, his body taking up a lot of the space in the hall. But as you move forward he steps aside to allow you next to him.

“Here,” He offers and you hand him your bag, he shoulders it and hands you his jacket. Slipping it on you are met with the smell of smoke and cologne. You relax into it as it engulfs you, something in SImon’s eye shining. You begin the walk under the awning together in comfortable silence. Simon cuts his stride short for you, and you give him an appreciative smile. 

His hair is slightly damp you realize then, it gives him a bit of a boyish look, water-darkened hair complementing his eyes. He looks forward, scanning the path then turning back to you.

“Were you outside long?” You ask, the cold bristling you despite your borrowed jacket.

“No. I was watching out for you.” He offers it honestly. You hum, then you set a hand on his arm without thinking too much. Simon’s eyes widen a fraction and turn down to the contact. You realize then and move to pull away with an apology but Simon offers you his elbow. You pause but you take his arm in yours. Despite only being in a long-sleeved black shirt, Simon radiates warmth and you find yourself leaning into him. He glances at you through his peripheral vision.

“Are you not cold Simon?” You ask concerned. He shakes his head, putting on your backpack fully,

“‘M fine, thanks love.” Is all he offers, seeming content with silence, but he tucks his hand into his pocket, thus pulling you closer and you find yourself silently swooning. A few more minutes pass when you reach the main street, rain still pouring but the bookstore is in sight. 

“Hold on, I've got an umbrella somewhere. I don't want you to get soaked.” 

You pull on your arm and Simon begrudgingly releases you. You dig in your backpack producing a bright orange, fox-patterned umbrella. The sight is a bit bright and contrasts with his aesthetic but Simon opens it and holds it anyway, a brow raised that makes you giggle.  Once you reach the cover of the book store you find the door unlocked so you enter followed by Simon into the warmth of the store. Simon does his best to avoid getting water everywhere but you take the bright umbrella from him with a thankful smile. 

Having heard the door Sam rounds the corner.

“You found her then huh.” Sam notices you in Simon’s jacket and his grin widens and you give him a look.

“Sammy, not a word.”

“I said nothing!” He raises his hands in mock surrender. 

“Thanks for walking her.” He adds and approaches you. Before you can escape you are locked in a headlock as Sam ruffles your hair.

“Sammy! Stop!” You push at his arms laughing. You both spend a fond moment roughhousing before you remember Simon.

“Simon at least stay for dinner till this storm lets up!” You insist, finally tapping out with Sam, he finally releases you with a kiss on your head. The older man stands on the cusp of the affection, watching. You spin back to him staring up with a pretty smile, expectant.

“Alright,” He says it intensely. It makes you pause, he sees this and shifts his weight, then nods an affirmation just as a large crash of thunder startles all of you. 

“We have a spare bedroom if you need it,” Sam checks his phone, “the rain isn’t supposed to let up until tomorrow. You best stay the night.”

The thought doesn't seem to trouble Simon too much,

“If it's not a bother.”

You clap your hands together, 

“I did owe you dinner didn’t I huh? And a sleepover is just like college Sam!” 

Your best friend looks from his painted nails to Simon, the idea seems to crack him up. Simon glowers at him. You chuckle and set a hand on Simon’s arm. 

“I met Captain Price today.”

This catches his attention, turning down to regard you as he speaks.

“He gone fishin’?”

The dry humor catches you off guard but you smile and reply,

“Something like that. He and I talked about stuff. He’s a good man Simon.”

At that Simon nods eye still tracing your hand, He raises his own to it to see your reaction. Your eyes widened at the direct contact, but you had been feeling comfortable with the man. You shoot him a shy smile and he returns it.

“It's a date then?” He asks.

Sam looks up from behind the counter eyes sharp. He meets eyes with Simon and the ex-lieutenant finds his equal in ferocity. Simon takes your hand and shares a look with Sam, a quiet conversation between them before Sam nods and starts to head upstairs, one final glance behind him at you and Simon.

“Can you lock up Buttercup?” He pauses in question.

You can only nod with an embarrassed blush on your face. Sam heads upstairs leaving you and Simon together. He seems content just holding your hand. He takes it, lifting your palm from his arm and simply grasping it in his dropping your hands down to hang. Your heart beats a little faster but you take the next step to interlace your fingers. 

“I gotta lock up Simon.” You say it with a grin but he doesn't move his hand instead gesturing to the door.

“Ill follow.” His mumbles.

You give him a humored look, swinging your hand in his. He waits a moment, releasing your hand as you step to the door, Simon following like a shadow. He reminded you of Nebula, your childhood cat. A cat of few meows but much affection and he would follow you around the house. 

You flip off the switch for the lights and the neon leaving you and Simon basked in darkness. His pale skin is illuminated by the light from the stairway behind the counter. You turn around to meet him and are caught by the glow of him with the back light. He stands like some bygone god, ever vigilant, but his eyes and hair are soft. He carries your bag looking down at you with curiosity. 

“What is it, Dove?” 

He asks you but your mind is drawn back to the wildness of the sea earlier. You liken it to Simon in your mind. Something beautiful but with the wilderness within, a man of scars and hewn edges. Someone with a stormy past. Your mind swirls with storm clouds, yet here is this man who has taken a step to attach himself to you. 

You want to reach up and touch him, like some modern adonis with honey for eyes and a deep voice. But something caught in your throat, there was so much untold in this story, this connection that it made you stumble. Who was he to step into your dreams? Instead, you step forward to meet him. You raise a hand in question, He steps forwards and meets your palm. His large hands engulf yours.

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

Taglist!

@ghostlythots, @tapioca-milktea1978, @cmbghost

End Chapter 5

Note: This was shorter than I really wanted it to be so expect 6 to be longer!

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[mysteriesmuse]

Molemates >> Soulmates

( a pic for daydreaming reference eee!) Summary: The class goes on a beach trip and discovers that you and Bakugou have a matching pair of complementary moles in a hidden location.

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The beaten path you were walking along went straight through the dense edges of the forest. A simple dirt path that splayed off the main road - where all your cars were parked- and split via a gravel path, which shortly turned into dirt. The dusty loose sand and mulch and mud kicking up onto everyone’s sandal clad feet. A chorus of resounding angry grumbles as the path which was branded as a “short” walk turned more into a “short” hike.   

You were supposed to be walking to a secluded special beach spot to spend the day at. You shouldered on, walking single-file between Iida and Todoroki. The former lean blue haired boy shouting out any hazards along the way. The later duo-haired boy behind you giving out a small huff of a chuckle whenever the you lost your footing. It was narrow and steep in all the right places the loose soil disappearing underneath foot with the promise of breaking into full sand somewhere - somewhere behind you was Aoyama and Hagakure which seemed to trip or slip on the uneven terrain every 5 minutes - causing yourself and the rest of the group up front to sent concerned glances over your shoulders.  

You groaned leaning down to slap another mosquito from your calf only to bump your head on something. You stumbled back seeing that you’d bumped into Iida’s back. “Sorry, Iida,” you chirped, backpedaling a few more steps to regain space. 

The boy turned anround and looked down at you, taking his glasses in one hand, “No, I’m sorry Y/N-Chan!” His eyes moved elsewhere behind you, “Todoroki-kun there may still be more of a spider web up here.” He sputtered, wiping his face and his glasses on the edge of his t-shirt. You lips quickly quirked into a smile, “Thank you for that unintentional sacrifice then,” you added.

Iida nodded solemnly, “It’s my pleasure to eliminate unwanted obstacles for my friends.” - ah the man took everything just a little too seriously.   

“That’s very kind of you, Iida.” 

You glanced behind you, Todoroki crouching underneath another series of low hanging branches right behind you, his tall form awkwardly bent as he held back branches in his left hand - and so did he.  

 “Oi! What’s the hold up?”  

 “Yeah why’d everyone stop? Is something wrong?”

The three of you groaned. The shuffling of the sandy soil kicking up ceasing. Whoever decided to put Bakugou and Midoriya together on cooler duty smack dab in the middle of the line was an idiot. They both worked in perfect tandem now and were respectively too impatient and too eager to get to the beach. 

Todoroki locked eyes with you and without moving an inch reflexively shouted back, “Don’t worry, Deku. We’re moving now. Iida walked into a spider web.” 

A collective sigh broke the surface from your portion of the line and then you were once again on your treck - and it was probably another 2 miles of shuffling through what was progressively more and more sand until you’d started to hear the familiar and promising sound of the waves. And after that your measly little group popped out off the spidery, sweaty, and dusty forest trail to reveal a beach that was worth the journey.  

 It was an untouched several miles of beach - a pink beach. Punctuated by the pummeling froth of the ocean waves underneath the yolk colored sun. 

You stood feeling the misty breeze tickle against your clammy skin sighing in content that your aching feet could now simply dig into the gorgeous warm sand. The rest of you classmates seemed to stand in the same state of awe, except for one brunette who couldn’t hide her excitement. 

Uraraka bolted past you with a delighted shout, clipping by close enough to feel the breeze as she sprinted towards the cool waters already having accidentally flung off her shorts and shirt - to leave her in her bikini- onto Todoroki who stood next to you unabashedly as he calmly pulled them off himself.  

She took off - snagging Izuku in the process as he started rambling and running frantically.  

“Deku! Shush!” She laughed, running and barreling into the ocean with the very confused and very sweaty and tired Izuku. 

They ran until the clear water lapping against the beach swallowed her up to her thighs and then she fell back - throwing their connected hands in the air and bringing Izuku crashing down with her - eliciting a “please be careful!” from Iida. The rest of you stood still in shock. 

Beside you Todoroki had returned and dropped her clothes onto her beach bag muttering, “I’ll just put these here for now.” 

Suddenly she and Izuku popped back up out of the water. “Hurry up! The water feels great!” She hollered, waving a hand. Midoriya flinging his head and shoulders like a dog, droplets of water surely hitting Uraraka in the face as her nose wrinkled on one side before he sheepishly gave a thumbs up in agreement.

Then everyone else, along with yourself, seemed to be shocked out of your tired stupor and suddenly the entire plan of setting up the beach was thrown into the wind. Mina quickly using your shoulder for balance as she kicked off her sandals and shimmied out of a pair of booty shorts that’d she’d thrown on over her bikini bottoms for the “walk.” You stood itching to get your own clothes off. Another few splashes signaling that others had already made it in. Kaminari ran over hopping around trying to slide his ripped jeans off.  

“Oh come on,” Mina scoffed as he held onto her shoulder struggling to wiggled them off in the sand. “It’s alright,” you said shaking your head. Already busy shimming out of your pair of denim shorts. “I’m good!” 

Kaminari scoffed, “Well not all of us can be as graceful as Y/N.” “Oh sure, cause her little cha-cha is so hard to do Kam?” Mina laughed. 

You’d finished slipping your shorts off, stepping out of the little pant legs and flipping your hair back as you stood up, going to strip the old t-shirt from your head. “It’s definetly not that big a deal, Kam. Don’t worry ‘bout Mina she’s just teasing. She used my shoulder too. Ah-“ you popped your head out, toned arms and stomach now free from that wet sticky layer, “so who’s ready to go-“ 

“- Yo’ Y/N you’ve got a cute mole on your ass!” Kam shouted. Mina slapped him in the chest, “Of course she does! Now stop staring at my girls butt!”  

Kaminari stumbled back with his hands up, “Not what I mean! Hey- yo Sero! Doesn’t Bakubro have a mole on his ass?”  

You turned to see Sero poke his head up from where he was busy applying suntan lotion with Kirishima.  

“Huh what?” 

Kaminari sighed. “Doesn’t Bakugou have that mole?! The one on his ass? It’s like - it’s like right here.” He said, pointing to his own butt for reference.  

“I swear it’s just like the one N/N has,” Kaminari took your hand and gave you a playful little spin to the boys. The mole they were seeing being one that’d you’d had forever. A few playful wolf whistles came out from the lot. It was a large dark mole and a little baby one that stood on the side of your right butt cheek a few inches outside your panty line.  

You giggled with a scoff as Mina pretended to faint at the ‘adorableness’ of it all. Kaminari now spinning you in circles for the fun of it all. 

“Oi. Sparky you’re gonna make her sick doing that.” Speak of the devil? 

Kaminari quickly grabbed your shoulders and patted your head, giving you a wink before he left. “Hey Bakubro. Bakugou. Don’t you have a mole that matches the one on our babe of a friend here? See, I just can’t quite remember . . .”

Mina clutched onto your shoulders stifling her giggles into your neck as Kaminari tried to approach Bakugou causally. Bakugou turned his ruby red gaze onto your form his gruffly voice giving out a guttural, “Huh?” He stood on the sand in black swim trucks, his bulky arms crossed over the pink star-shaped scar that sat square in the middle of his chest. 

Kirishima slung an arm around his shoulders, “Yeah man, you do! Here, show them!” 

And with that the three boys started reaching to shove up the bottom of Bakugou’s swim trucks aiming to expose his hidden mole to the world. Sparks were flying before Kirishima managed to heave him up like a giant teddy bear. Sero having managed to tape his wrist together and Kaminari coming in and pulling the curtains back. And sure enough on his left cheek Bakugou sported a mole on the bottom curvature of his ass. One that matched yours minus the extra little baby speckle that you had under it. Mina grinned having disconnected herself from you to point and shout at your friends butt, “It’s totally the same! Quick N/N stand next to Bakugou! So we can compare, quick, quick!” Said blonde sat limp and dejected in Kirishimas hold, utterly confused because he missed the first part of the conversation that started all this. “The fuck are y’all talking about? If these extras have got their hands all over my swim trucks I wanna see whose ass is matching mine!” He demanded. Kirishima cooing and swinging the large man in his arms. “Okay, okay - if you insist,” you grinned, although Mina had already sprinted back and was now dragging your forward. “Here look! It’s Y/N!” Mina chirped as you watched her gesture to your butt like a fancy advertising product over your shoulder. Bakugou’s face seemed astoundingly calm as he hung in Kirishima’s arm. His ruby red eyes blinking from under those thick blonde lashes which tickled the tops of his high cheekbones. A slight pinkish tint to them as he grunted, “Alright, alright. I’ll stand next to her so you idiots can compare.” Kirishima hesistantly plopping him down into the stand as he stalked his way over to you, snapping off Sero’s tape holding his hands together. Bakugou rolled his broad shoulders as he stood next to you, quirking a lopsided smile behind everyone’s back before quirking a brow at you and holding up his swim trunks. The knuckles on his hand brushing against your hip as he hiked it up. A chrous of applause and cheers sounded from your friends as they had solved a mystery that never needed solving. You spared a glance over your shoulder at Bakugou’s mole sitting on the same matching yours. You cocked your head with a grin, “I guess this makes us molemates.” Bakugou cocked his own head, “You know that’s fucking stupid. I’m not calling you that.” You crossed your arms under your chest noticing his eyes flicker there for a moment before meeting your own, “Fine by me - molemate.” You watched as a vein in his forehead actually twitched. His jaw going slack before that terrifying smirk replaced it. “Oi, no. Absolutely not ya’ fucker. We’re not doing this.” And suddenly Katsuki had snatched you around the waist and off the ground. Charging with you like a manic kid with his favorite toy onto the playground as he barreled towards the water. “HEY-“ you shrieked, the wind streaking past your hair, “this is not how you treat your molemate!” You chided trying the 1,2 pat to his forearm to tap out of the mad dash sprint he was making towards the lapping ocean. The rest of the Baku-squad’s cheering and shouting and laughing fading into the distance as the wind whistles against the shell of your ear. The water making gurgling and garbling noises as Katsuki rushed in taking you with him as the water pooled around his strong thighs, which were still running at full speed until the water was up to your neck and shoulders. Katsuki then pushing you away from his sweltering oven-temperature body and into the pure frigid coolness of the ocean. And then plunging you in like a bath toy in the tub. You sputtered flinging the wet strands of hair from your face as the bubbles of rushing water tickled your sides before colliding back into his warm body. Katsuki looked at you with sharp ruby eyes brimming with something exciting. Your toes curled as he opened his mouth, “That cheesy shit good enough for you, molemate?”

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[heda-in-the-clouds]

Here's a fluffy and cute story about how yoga!Lexa and surfer!Clarke met Fish the puppy. The lovely and amazingly talented @lexa-griffins drew this sketch of Lexa holding Fish for me. She's the absolute best beta I could have asked for

That's not a fish

Lexa dug her toes into the cold sand that morning as the early sunrise gently warmed her skin. She and Clarke were just a couple of days into their two week road trip for the summer.

After their passionate night under the stars, she decided to let Clarke sleep some more that morning. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled last night's events.

The beach parking lot was empty which allowed them to open their van's backdoor and watch the sunset as they made love with each other. They were finally free to moan and scream out their pleasures that were only drowned out by the crashing waves.

Clarke took her from behind as they watched the sunset over the calm horizon. The dying rays of light warmed her skin while Clarke's vigorous thrusts warmed her core. As the waves pounded the beach, Clarke pounded into her. She felt every push and pull of Clarke's strokes like the ocean's tide. The waves crashing into the beach left the sand wet just like how Clarke's thrusts left her wet.

She finally saw a brilliant explosion of color in her eyes as she climaxed. She couldn't tell if it was the plethora of colors from the sunset or her powerful orgasm blinding her. She didn't care as Clarke filled her.

Lexa snapped herself free from her memory when she felt her yoga shorts getting wet. It was too early to be getting those thoughts and she didn't pack nearly enough underwear.

She needed to cool down and focus her thoughts. She pulled out her yoga mat, laid it down on the cool sand, and started her early morning yoga routine. She went through her usual motions and gracefully held and transitioned between her favorite poses.

She got into a downward dog, closed her eyes, and meditated to clear her mind. As she meditated, she suddenly felt something wet licking her face. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of an adorable golden retriever puppy watching her curiously. She couldn't help but smile and gush at her new fluffy companion.

"Bark." The puppy playfully barked when Lexa smiled at him.

"What's your name cutie? I'm Lexa." She cheerfully asked as she continued holding her form.

"Bark bark." The puppy continued barking at his new friend.

"It's so nice to meet you 'Bark bark.' You're just the cutest thing aren't you?" Lexa lovingly blurted out.

The puppy bashfully tilted his head, looked down, and dug his tiny paw into the sand after hearing Lexa's compliment. The puppy then began prancing around hoping Lexa would stop whatever she's doing and play with him. Lexa couldn't help but grin at this fluffy bundle of joy.

The puppy then arched his back and leaned forward as he tried to copy Lexa's pose. She giggled when his floppy ears covered his eyes causing him to roll over onto his back and let out soft whimpers. Lexa quickly got out of downward dog, sat down and reached for him.

"I guess I'm done with yoga for today. It's okay puppy. You're alright. I'm here." Lexa soothed her new companion as she rubbed his belly. He gave her an appreciative bark.

"Yoga isn't for everyone. You should meet Clarke. She's really bad at yoga too." Lexa chuckled when the puppy tilted his head at her as if he could understand her.

Seeing a new place to sit, the puppy waddled over and climbed over her legs. He spun around in a couple of circles before clumsily plopping himself down onto her lap. He nuzzled into her stomach hoping to warm himself up. Lexa just beamed and gushed when the puppy finally settled himself into her lap.

"What are you doing all out here by yourself buddy? Do you belong to anyone?" Lexa asked as she rubbed the puppy's head and scratched his ears.

"Ow ow." The puppy whined which sounded like a 'No' to Lexa's ears. She then checked his collar for any tags but couldn't find any. She knew the beach was empty last night and this morning so she figured he was a stray.

"Well, you're sticking with me now. How do you like that?"

"Awoo" The puppy adorably howled and wagged his tail after hearing the good news. He then climbed onto Lexa's chest and began smothering her face with wet kisses using his tongue. Lexa giggled and laughed as her new friend gave her an early morning bath.

"I guess that's a yes puppy. I just gotta give you a name first. I can't keep calling you puppy."

The puppy then stopped lapping Lexa's face with his tongue and patiently stared at her.

"Mhm, what about Fish? We found you at the beach and my girlfriend is a marine biologist and crazy about them. What do you say Fish?"

"Awooooooo!" The puppy gleefully howled and smothered Lexa with even more kisses.

"Okay Fish. Stop. Let's go and show you off to Clarke." Lexa pleaded as she pulled Fish off her and set him down so she could roll up her yoga mat.

Fish bounced excitedly as he waited for her. Once she was done, she beckoned Fish to follow her up the trail to their van. Fish happily barked as he weaved between her legs during their walk.

As Lexa got closer to their van, she noticed that Clarke was already up. Her feet were hanging over the edge as she probably sipped her morning cocoa. Wanting to surprise her girlfriend, Lexa bent down so she could talk to Fish.

"Okay Fish. Are we ready to meet Clarke? She's so gonna love you. I mean how can she not with your big floppy ears, adorable brown eyes, and warm fluffy fur that's the same color as her hair." Lexa gently patted his head and rubbed behind his ears.

"Bark!"

"Shh! Don't want to ruin the secret just yet." Lexa grinned as she zipped her lips with her finger.

Fish stuck out his tongue which seemed like an 'Ok' to Lexa. She then gestured for him to wait there so he was out of sight. He bobbed his head up and down. Lexa smiled and silently told herself that Fish was already so smart.

Lexa then walked to the back of the van where she saw Clarke drowsily drinking her morning cocoa with her eyes still closed and their blanket wrapped tightly around her.

Sensing Lexa was near, Clarke immediately opened the blanket and her legs.

"Come on babe. It's cold. I need my girlfriend to warm me up." Clarke groggily uttered when she felt the cool ocean breeze penetrate her warm blanket fortress.

Lexa quickly stepped inside and between Clarke's legs. Clarke immediately pulled her in close and wrapped the blanket tight around them. They both leaned into each other and softly kissed. Clarke's hummed at the subtle taste of salt on Lexa's cold lips. Lexa moaned as she tasted the sweet chocolate on Clarke's warm lips.

"Morning love." They both greeted each other once they broke their kiss but still nuzzled their noses together.

"I missed you this morning. In fact, we missed you this morning." Clarke softly whispered to Lexa's ear.

"We?" Lexa furrowed her eyebrows.

Clarke pulled Lexa in closer with her legs and smirked into her neck when Lexa felt her hard against her shorts.

"I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last night. Since we fucked in front of the sunset, I wanted to go full circle and fuck you in front of the sunrise." Clarke murmured into Lexa's neck.

"Clarke you dog!" Lexa playfully slapped her girlfriend's chest. She suddenly heard Fish's tiny whimper next to her. He had inadvertently walked up to her after hearing the word dog.

"I'm sorry babe but you looked so peaceful this morning that I didn't want to wake you. It looked like you could use the extra rest." Lexa apologized.

"Besides, we still have plenty of more beaches to visit on our road trip. You have more chances to fuck me in front of a sunrise or sunset." Lexa reassured.

"All is forgiven babe. Now that you're here, what do you say about a morning quickie? I could use one to start the day and get my blood flowing. I felt your shorts and they're already wet." Clarke cheekily grinned as she rubbed Lexa's sides and began dipping her fingers into her yoga shorts.

"Claaarke. Wait, I have to show you something first and promise you won't freak out." Lexa uttered before she gave into Clarke's proposal for a quickie.

"Umm, ok. What is it Lexa?" Clarke inquired as she stopped squeezing her girlfriend's ass and let her go.

"Wait here. You're gonna love this surprise." Lexa then walked to the side of their van and picked up Fish who started licking her hands, eager for attention.

"Ready boy?"

"Bark!"

Lexa walked back to Clarke, cradling Fish in her arms.

"Meet Fish!" Lexa excitedly squealed as she shoved her puppy into Clarke's face.

"That is a dog." Clarke countered with a confused expression.

"Yeah, Fish." Lexa grinned as she began to rock Fish in her arms so his floppy ears began waving around.

"Bark bark bark" Fish happily barked at Clarke.

"You named the puppy Fish?" Clarke asked as she sat perplexed in the van as Lexa danced happily with Fish in front of her.

"Yeah, he's ours. I found him all alone this morning while I was doing yoga. He has no tag and there was no one else on the beach either last night or this morning so he must be a stray. We're adopting him because we can't just leave him all by himself here. He needs a family. Also, I named him Fish well because I found him at the beach and you like fish because you're a marine biologist so I put two and two together and ta-da, I came up with Fish. Look Clarke, he's so fluffy!!!!" Lexa breathlessly spoke before she shoved Fish directly in front of Clarke's face who was still processing in all the new information.

"Ours?" Clarke gulped nervously as four eyes stared longingly at her. Fish's tiny brown eyes watered as he let out an adorable yawn. Lexa's soft green irises begged as she pouted her lips.

"Ok, fine. We can keep Fish." Clarke finally gave in after she was overcome with emotions at how soft and cute Lexa looked holding her fluffy Fish in her arms.

"Awooooo!" Fish happily howled as he wiggled in Lexa's arms.

"Yay!!! Thank you babe! I love you. We love you don't we Fish? Fish say thank you to Clarke." Lexa gleefully squealed.

Suddenly, Clarke felt Fish's wet tongue slobbering all over her face as Lexa laughed hysterically in the background.

"Okay, I think Fish has said enough thank you's to me already babe." Clarke panted out as she tried to avoid Fish's tongue.

"Um Clarke?" Lexa shyly asked after she pulled Fish away from Clarke's now drool covered face.

"Yes love?" Clarke calmly responded as she wiped off Fish's drool from her face using their blanket.

"How do you take care of a dog? I've never had a pet before." Lexa quietly confessed.

Clarke groaned and sighed. This was going to be a long road trip.

#I hope you find this story just as fluffy as Fish is 🥺 #hoping to prove to everyone that I'm not just a glutton for angst or smut but I can actually write something soft and sweet #yoga!lexa #surfer!clarke #fish the dog #yoga!lexa au #clexa #rory's stuff #rory's fluff #rory's fic #my writing #g!p clarke griffin

[centralperkchenford]

Early days of chenford dating and Lucy realizing that Tim’s is incredible romantic

I hope this is what you wanted anon!

Early days of chenford dating and Lucy realizing that Tim’s is incredible romantic

Or

4 times Lucy realizes Tim is romantic + 1 time she’s romantic herself.

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow

1.

The first time Lucy realizes Tim is romantic is a few days after their date at the Streets of Vietnam, he picks her up at her building and she slides into his truck and gives him a curious look.

“Where are we going tonight?” She asks but he doesn’t answer her instead he takes her hand and loops his through hers and then rests it on the console. She smiles softly and loves that she can do this with Tim now.

They drive in silence for a little bit, the radio playing softly in the background. They finally come to a stop in a parking lot, and Lucy looks over at him curiously.

“Where are we?” She asks. He just brings her hand up to his mouth and kisses it gently. “Come on.” He says releasing her hand and opening the door. She does the same and rounds the corner to meet Tim. She looks around to see if she can see where they are. But all she can see is a dark parking lot with the street lights flickering above them. Tim grabs something from the back of his truck and grabs her hand again leading her away from the truck.

“Tim!” She says impatiently. “Where are we— oh.” She stops suddenly when she sees where Tim is leading them. It’s a small beach and the ocean is in the background the waves crashing against the shore.

“Wait.” She tugs his hand to stop him from going any farther. “You hate the beach.” He smiles down at her, and tucks a piece of hair behinds her ear.

“But you don’t.” He says gently. “And it’s not about the beach for me. It’s about spending time with you.”

Lucy heart melts a little at his words as they go down to the beach. They are on the only ones on it and to Lucy it’s perfect.

Tim brings out all the food he packed and lays out the blanket. They both sit down and Lucy curls into his side as they watch the waves crash on the shore.

2.

The second time she realizes Tim is romantic is the morning after they first sleep together. She wakes up with his arms around her bare waist and his chin on her shoulder. She knows he’s awake because he presses a soft kiss to her shoulder and then she feels him move away from her. It takes everything in her to stop from reaching out for him. She hears him leave the room and she lays there for a few seconds and decides to get out of bed too because she wants to feel his warmth again. And it’s only been one night but Lucy always wants to wake up next to him. She grabs his shirt from the floor where he had thrown it after he came out to get it from the living room and tiptoes out to the kitchen. Tim is in the kitchen with just his jeans on, and his back turned to her.

She leans against the doorway for a moment before making her way into the kitchen. She wraps herself around him and he turns to face her a soft smile on his face.

“Hi.” She mutters and he continues to smile down at her. He kisses her gently on the forehead and then reaches around to grab a cup of coffee and then presses it into her hands.

“I was going to bring it to you in bed.” He says quietly and she looks up at him before she takes a sip of her coffee, moaning in pleasure as the hot liquid goes down her throat.

“I missed you.” She says. He stares down at her a fond expression on his face.

“I wasn’t even gone ten minutes.” He says. “And I was coming right back.” Lucy takes another sip of her coffee.

“I didn’t know that.” She says. “Now can we go back to bed?” Tim hums in agreement and then picks up his own mug before leading her back to her bedroom. She follows after him as if on autopilot and wonders how much better this could possibly get.

3.

The next time Lucy realizes Tim is romantic is their Valentine’s Day dinner. She personally wanted to skip dinner and drag him into her bedroom but Tim refuses to give in. She sighs as she gets in his truck.

“Okay you don’t want to skip dinner.” She says wiggling in her seat at which Tim shoots her a look. “But can you at least tell me where we are going?” Tim looks over at her and there is a smug look on his face.

“Well I could tell you but what fun would that be?” He asks her. She sighs again and leans her head against the headrest knowing she wouldn’t get anything else out of him.

He reaches across the console and grabs her hand off her lap and loops it with his.

“I’m glad we are doing this.” He says softly. She plays with his fingers a little bit and then her other hand goes to the necklace he bought her. She turns back to him and he is looking at the road again a soft smile on his face.

They get to a parking lot and Tim pulls up to a parking space pretty far back from the restaurant. He puts his truck in park and then turns to face her.

“I’m sorry for being all—” He begins but Lucy reaches out to touch his arm.

“I don’t blame you for being mad Tim.” She starts. “I understand why but I’m glad it all worked out.”

Tim nods. “I know. Me too.” He says. He smiles and reaches over to kiss. “Are you ready?”

She nods and opens the door and slides out. Tim meets her on the other side and grabs her hand leading her to the restaurant.

Lucy knows it’s fancy if judging by the tables and she turns to Tim but he’s just grinning at her a hand on her back.

“This is fancy.” She whispers to him. He chuckles quietly and then leans in his lips ghosting her ear. “You are quite a romantic.”

“Only the best for you baby.” He whispers his voice low and sexy. “You need all the fuel you can get.”

She shivers at his words as they are lead to sit down. There are candles on the table and the restaurant is a little darker.

Lucy sits down and Tim sits across from and this is a perfect first Valentine’s Day together.

4.

The third time Lucy realizes Tim is romantic is when he helps her study for the detective’s exam. He comes into the kitchen one evening and she is at the kitchen counter flipping through the notecards she had carefully made up. She doesn’t hear him at first until he is lightly tapping on her shoulder and she is spinning around.

“Studying again?” He asks her softly. She nods and then pulls him closer to her.

“I know I know this stuff but it’s like every time I look at a card I have no idea what it is saying.” She says and Tim hums sympathetically. He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head and then lowers himself on the stool so he’s eye level with her.

“Do you need help studying?” He asks her his eyes searching her face. Lucy licks her lips before grinning at him.

“Yes. You do owe me after all.” She says teasingly. He rolls his eyes at her but reaches over to grab some notecards off the counter. He starts quizzing her and she gets most of the answers right. The ones she doesn’t he puts in a separate pile.

“How do you know I will make top 12?” She asks him suddenly. He looks up from the card he’s about to read and reaches over to grab her hand.

“Because I know you and I know you will do your best. And I believe in you. I did train you after all.” He says sincerely and Lucy believes him.

“I did have a great teacher even if he was a bit of a hard ass.” She says standing up and standing in between his legs. He merely just grins at her as she leans down to kiss him. He stands to his full height and brings her in. She drops the notecards on the counter behind him.

“I think.” He says quietly. “That’s enough studying for right now. Don’t you think?” She nods her head as he slowly backs her to her bedroom and he kicks the door shut.

+1

Lucy realized early on in their relationship that Tim was very much a romantic and he was always doing things for her. And it was the little things too, so when he came home not feeling well she immediately jumps into action to take care of him. She needs him to the sofa and rolls her eyes at his grumbling.

“I’m fine.” He says as she forces him to lay down on the sofa. She tucks a blanket into his side and then lays a soft kiss to his forehead.

“You may say you are fine but you are not.” She says gently. She moves away from before he can say anything more. She gets him some Advil and water, and then makes him her favorite tea she likes to drink when she’s sick. She knows tea isn’t his favorite but she also knows it will help him.

“We were suppose to go out tonight.” He says mournfully and Lucy turns to look at him. And then makes her way back to his side and presses the cup of tea in his hands.

“We can do that another night baby. I’m more concerned about you getting better.” She says softly running her fingers through his hair.

He hums softly and then sits up so he can take a sip of the tea, he makes a face but smiles gratefully at her.

“Thank you.” He mumbles as he lays back down. She takes the tea from him and places it on the coffee table. “You are a good nurse.” His eyes are half closed as he says that and Lucy snorts as she lays another kiss on his forehead.

“Get some rest Tim.” She says quietly. He closes his eyes fully and then he’s breathing softly. She smiles as she gets up quietly to clean up the kitchen. She wakes him up a few hours later and leads him to her bed. He lays down and he’s out as soon as his head hits the pillow. She smiles and kisses him softly.

A few nights later, Lucy is dragging Tim to a restaurant to make up for the other night. She picks it out and it’s a place she knows he will love. They talk and laugh and he reaches under the table to grab his hands.

“You aren’t the only one who can be romantic.” She tells him teasingly. He furrows his brows at her but then smiles when he says her face.

“I guess you can be romantic too.” He says and she smiles back at him and leans across the table to kiss him. And in this moment everything is perfect.

#chenford #the rookie #chenford fanfic #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fic #anon answered

[the-pink-thumb]

Of nuggets, thoug cookies and cherry cobblers

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For @apomaro-mellow , hope you enjoy :)

@steddieholidayexchange

Rating: Teens and Up

No archive warnings apply

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson,

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington's Parents, Wayne Munson

Additional tags: Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Meet the Family, Parent Steve Harrington, Parent Eddie Munson, Foster Parents, Cooking, cooking together

Words: 5125

Summary: Eddie Munson is quite happy with his own family, with Steve Harrington at his side. But when the Harrington family makes a call, he has to choose between run away or face them!

Fic under the cut!

Six nuggets, a motorhome to cross the country and learn to surf near the ocean.

Steve Harrington raised his eyes to the sea, where the sun was slowly going down, and then checked the barbecue he was cooking near the porch. 

Well, the motorhome was there, parked near that Californian paradise. The nuggets were only two, at the moment, and Eddie was soaking them with the waves in the shallow water. The twins were crying for pleasure every time the foam caught them, and Eddie was laughing from the top of his lungs. Then he raised his sight to Steve, who waved at him, and rapidly he collected the kids, ignoring their protest, and then took them one under each arm like potato sacks, made them giggling and squawking under the clean water shower. 

Eddie took the towels and dried the kids. He ruffled their golden hair and then applied them some aftersun and dressed them.

Steve set the camping table and turned the ribs on the barbecue one last time. 

“Ehi, pretty boy” said Eddie, finally drying himself too, with the towel on his head to make everybody laugh. He leaned for a kiss and hugged Steve’s waist. “How’s the cook?”

“Pretty ready,” smiled Steve, enjoying the salty warmness of his boyfriend. “Could you kindly prepare the salad?”

Eddie nodded and called the kids. They entered the motorhome and he heard the noises of three little kids preparing the vegetables, giggling and singing silliness.

Only two nuggets, and not even his’. The agency said that, for the moment, they weren’t eligible for adoption, but they’re good for fostering. Kids with problematic parents, disrupted families, dysfunctional homes that would enter the system otherwise. They gave the kids an opportunity of a normal life with foster families and their parents the opportunity to clean up and regain their children’s custody eventually. 

For Steve, it was the same as raising a “real” child. They already fostered a six year old girl for eight months, until her father could complete the program and claimed custody again. Now they were raising those four year old twins, Bobby and Becky, whose former addicted mother was trying to rehabilitate, stay clean and provide a stable home for them. They were together for almost a year already, Steve knew, and hoped, that they could return with their mommy but this didn’t prevent him from loving them dearly as they were his. And for Eddie it was the same. They finally had good financial stability, a house and a lot of love to give away, and they gladly tried to help kids in need. 

“Good, wash your hands, little worms!” Ordered Eddie, putting the salad on the table. Steve was collecting the ribs on a plate and put them too on the table. 

The kids washed their hands obediently and sat at the table. Eddie served the food to them and they start eating, trying to talk at the same time and tell Steve their afternoon at the beach. Steve barely understood a word, but he was happy at the moment. Eddie put his hand on his’, smiling tenderly to him, and they looked together at the sunset on the vast ocean.

Eddie showered the kids and put them in the bed. He read them a story and Steve went to kiss them goodnight after cleaning the dinner. 

It was really odd and curious that Eddie, who had the greatest difficulty following any sleep routine as a teen, was the most responsible of the parents. He was strict with the kids; he knew how to make them obey, he made them respect their routine and stop every fuss; he wasn’t inflexible, he could always follow the rules without being the bad cop, Steve really couldn’t say how he did it. The kids, especially the twins, had respected his so-called authority from the beginning, and Eddie was able to absolutely spoil and discipline them at the same time. 

Every time Steve thought about it, he fell in love even more. 

Eddie reached him in their chair under the moonlight, lighting a cig. 

“So, you’re still convinced of it?” He said to Steve, after a good drag and a big breath.

Steve tossed the ash of his own cig and nodded. 

“Why not, Eds?”

“You want to discuss it again?”

Steve sighed and took a drag, sipping his beer then. “Nope. You’re right. Yes, I want to go to the party, as I kept saying for days and days, so, yes, I’m still convinced”.

Eddie turned his head and grumbled. “I hate when you do so”.

“Then don’t make me”

Eddie grumbled again, put his cig off and went inside the caravan. Steve heard him changing, then the noise of the camping bed under his weight, and the pages of his journal angrily opened. He sighed one last time, finished the beer and went to bed too. 

“How are you doing?” He asked in a peace offering.

“I’m writing a song, I titled it “I don’t want to go to your ridiculous family gathering, thanks”. It’s almost finished” answered Eddie without raising his head. Steve smiled. He adored the irony Eddie was always able to use even when he was upset.

“Come on, babe…” Eddie looked at him angrily. “Come on, Eddie.  We never met my family and I never insisted, but…”

Eddie muttered and moved a hand to make him shut up. “I know. I already listened to that. Tomorrow it’s our last day of vacation and I don’t want to ruin it”.

Eddie put down the notebook and got under the sheets, turning his back to Steve.

“Oh, come on!” Protested Steve, going near him. He lended a hand on his waist.

Eddie moved a little on the other side. “I don’t want to ruin it either” said Steve, harshly. “Is it better if I sleep on the sofa?”

“Don’t be silly”

“But you don’t want to talk to me or touch me”

Eddie sighed.

“Ok talk” he said dryly. 

“I don’t know what to say, I just want to go visit my family and this time, with you”

Eddie turned towards him, looking at him with a hard look. 

“They never accepted me, and you know. They never accepted the kids, and I don’t want to force them to this”

“And I already said that they changed their mind this time. My father…”

“Yes, we all know that your father is a survivor and now he sees life differently”.

“Can’t you give them a last possibility? Just for me? They really want to make amends, he asked me to apologize. They want you to go to the anniversary and talk to you personally”.

“And the kids?”

“They… want to meet them…”

Eddie grumbled another time, rolling his eyes. 

“I don’t want to remember what they said about adopted children”

“And they regret itI now. They want to tell you directly. Please, Eddie. I am…. I was really worried for my father”.

Eddie shook his head one last time. “But just for you, not for them” he pouted, and Steve smiled sweetly. “Of course. Thanks”

They heard Bobby call with a panicked voice. Becky was pretty good about their mother, but Bobby lately started to have nightmares, especially when they met or had a call with her. Eddie sighed and came out of the bed, glad to have an excuse to go away to Steve.

Steve turned the light on and sat up on the bed, he wanted to wait Eddie after falling asleep to be sure they ended the argument well.

“His family” had always been a taboo between them.

He was madly in love with the man, he fell in love with him in Eddie’s senior year but he accepted it a year or so later, when Eddie himself confessed to him he had a big crush on him when he was the keg king.

The only big fight they had was about Steve’s family. He eventually came out with his parents, but they didn’t accept it at first and not even after some time. They accused Eddie of ruining Steve, to change him into someone he wasn’t and they tried to make them break out. And they succeeded. 

After a year and a half, they planned to move together, but Steve’s parents stopped him, and he wasn’t able to ignore them. They tried to convince him that he needed to find a good girl to start a family, that probably he ended up with Eddie because he was disappointed in the girls in Hawkins. They offered to pay him a trip abroad or an apartment away to try to find someone more suitable. Steve regretted he wasn’t strong enough to run away with Eddie, but he didn’t want to cut off his family entirely. So he and Eddie had that big, giant fight and broke up. Eddie moved away alone and Steve remained in Hawkins, heart broken and feeling really, really stupid.

But he kept thinking about Eddie, despite his parent’s attempts to marry him off with some girls, and another year and a half later, during Thanksgiving holidays, he met Eddie again and knew that his feelings had never changed, and, luckily for him, nor Eddie’s. This time he was firm with his family, he protected his relationship with Eddie and when the time came, he moved in with him in Portland. His parents never accepted Eddie, although they stopped trying to separate them. Eddie tried to visit once, but they were really cold and rude so he didn't try again. 

Then Steve’s father got cancer and Steve was really worried for him. Eddie, really proud, refused to go to visit him, and Steve didn’t insist. He visits every now and then alone, but now, after the recovery, they wanted to throw a big party for their 35th wedding anniversary, and for the first time they insisted on having Eddie too, and even the kids. Clearly Eddie was cautious and they had to argue a lot of times. 

Yes, they only fighted about Steve’s family, and he didn’t like it.

Eddie returned with a little smile on his face. “I hope he can sleep the rest of the night, we have to sing the spider some more time than I like”.

Steve smiled too. He looked Eddie in the eyes, waiting for him to resume the discussion. Eddie sighed, returning under the sheets.

“You want me to apologize?” Eddie asked, in a plain tone.

“Of course not! But… I want us to go to sleep in peace”.

“I already said that I will go, for you. I am just worried for the kids. Are you sure? We can manage otherwise if…”

“No,” said Steve firmly. “They have to accept my family as a whole, or nothing. The kids and you are my family over my parents. It’s the last occasion, ok?”

“Ok… but at the first bad signal we will go away without looking back”.

Steve sighed and nodded. He remembered how he cried for anger and frustration when he announced to his parents that they wanted to start the adoption process: that they wouldn’t accept some abandoned, rejected kid as their grandchild. That blood was thicker than water and their lineage dated back to the pilgrims and so on. Steve left thinking it was the last time, but then his father fell sick. Eddie was still offended by their prejudices about fostering and adopting kids, he maybe could negotiate their opinion about him but surely wouldn’t expose innocent kids to two old racist white dumbs.

“Deal. I will support you no matter what, I promise”.

Eddie nodded. “So enjoy our last holiday night” he smiled, and opened his arms to accommodate Steve on his chest. 

“I love you,” Steve said.

“I know”.

They barely talked about the family gathering on the trip to Hawkins. The kids really loved the landscape of the highway and sleeping in campings along the way with every kind of different person. Eddie liked it too, he was good at knowing strangers and they had a good time singing in the caravan and talking with interesting people. 

They decided to stop previously at Wayne's to spend a couple of days with him and meet Steve’s parents alone before the anniversary. 

Wayne already met the kids at Christmas in Portland, and he just loved them with his simple, no-frills way. They liked him in return and were absolutely delighted to play in his garden.

That day, Eddie put the kids on a nap and went to the garage to check a little noise that only he heard in the caravan. 

“It will take a little,’” smiled Wayne when he left. He fished from the pantry some cans of cherry. “And now you will have the time to say what is eating you away.”

Steve blushed and raised an eyebrow. Differently from his parents, Wayne never had problems accepting them as a couple since the first time. He didn't say a word about their break up and their return, and simply loved Steve because Eddie loved him. He was more than happy about fostering and in future adopting kids, he himself had been a foster parent and was really, really proud of Eddie wanting to share his luck with some unfortunate kid. 

Steve wasn’t sure that rant about the situation was a good idea. He kept washing the dishes in silence for a while.

Waye waited politely, opening and drying the cherries.

“It’s… Eddie and I had a sort of… argument… about my family. A few arguments, in fact,” he looked Wayne in the eyes. “Oh, but… but obviously we won’t split up again…” Wayne giggled a little. “My family… well maybe I’m reconsidering meeting them with Eddie… and the kids”.

Wayne nodded, silent again.

“It’s the last possibility, I swear… but my father had… had that thing, and I… I really wish I wouldn’t have to choose, really”.

“And Eddie is not ok with it?”

“He was since the beginning, and now I’m not sure I did right dragging them here”

“And he is upset about it, right?”

“You noticed?”

Wayne giggled again. He could read his kid with a glance, despite the fact that he was now a grown up man and he lived far away. 

“And there is the kids thing…” started Steve, uncertain if to tell him that too. He, despite everything, didn't want him to judge his family too hard.

“Let me guess, they don't agree with you adopting children… they want grandchildren of their blood, don't they?”

Steve washed the last dish and nodded, grabbing the counter with white knuckles.

“Don’t judge them, they don’t…”

“Oh I don't judge. You know perfectly what I think about fostering and adopting kids. But I want you to know a thing, and it will be the one and last time I say this: I have to protect Eddie and his family, of blood or adoption, and I will if needed”.

Steve nodded. 

“But you know, otherwise I will always try to make you all happy, and if you want, I will share with you a little trick to make Eddie smile”.

Wayne blinked to Steve, and he looked curiously at the man. He grabbed a cherry can.

“Cherry cobbler”. 

Eddie entered the door of Wayne’s home and stopped suddenly, sniffing deeply.

“Cherry cobbler…” he whispered entering the kitchen, and looking straight to Wayne. He understood what his uncle was trying to do, and thanked him silently. 

“I need a smoke” said the man, grabbing his cigarettes and going out of the room. Steve was whisking the batter and stopped, looking at Eddie too.

“Wayne and I always did it when I was angry and upset,” smiled Eddie, eating a cherry. “He always could calm me and make me talk while preparing this”.

“And it will help now?”

Eddie smiled. “Let’s try”.

He took control of the batter and Steve cutted the cherries. They intertwined hands when they poured the mix in the mold, and they talked, and smiled. Eddie felt really relieved at the end, just as Wayne knew. Wayne came in again with the kids who just finished their nap. 

Eddie and Steve took them in their arms. 

“It smells good, Steve,” said Becky, grabbing his head with a kiss.

“Smells really good,” nodded Wayne, looking at Eddie and smiling. 

Eddie looked at Steve, thinking, and biting his lip a little. 

“What if… what do you think if we do one more… for tomorrow?”

“Do you mean…”

“As an offer. As a sign of good will?”

Steve nodded and hugged him. “Thank you” he whispered and kissed him.

“They kisses…” giggled Becky and covered her face with her hands.

Eddie had Bobby in one hand and the cobbler in the other. He had a belligerent expression on his face, and he grabbed the kid’s hand like he wanted to use him as a shield. Steve had Becky in his arms when he rang the bell of Harrington’s mansion.

The maid opened and let them enter the living room. Harrigton Senior was sitting in his armchair and his wife on the sofa. She got up, he remained seated.

“Hello, Steve,” said his mother. “Eddie, dear, welcome” continued with a certain insecurity.

“Hi, Monica”, said Eddie, aloof, holding the cobbler proudly.

“And you are…” said the woman to the kids.

“Come on, wormies, this is Steve’s mother. Let's be polite and shake her hand,” said Eddie to the kids, who were a little scared. He could be angry with them, but he wanted to try not to influence the kids. 

“Hi,” said the kids, serious, but friendly.

“And he is my dad,” smiled Steve, pointing to his dad. “Hi, dad”.

“Hi son” he finally stood up. He smiled at the kids, a little worried too, but with a promising expression. “Hi kids. I’m your… Can I…?”

Steve shook his head. “No,” he mimicked.

“I’m Steven '' concluded Steve Senior, shaking the hands of the kids. Maybe it could be better a kiss, like the several they gave to Wayne, but Eddie and Steve wanted to be a little cautious, just in case things came out bad.

The conversation was a little weak at first. Eddie and Steve sat on the sofa in front of the parents, like in a trial, with the worried and silent kids on their laps. They just shared some useless chat about their recent trip in California and Steve’s mother just asked some polite questions.

“Can we offer something to you?” Finally said the woman, desperate to find a topic.

“We did a cherry cobbler together,” answered Eddie.

“Oh, great! I will check if we had some ice cream for that. "The woman took the cake and went to the kitchen, returning a little later with two large bags in hands.

“The maid will take care of the treat,” she said to the expectant kids. “We… we bought some presents for you,” she lent the bags to the kids. They find some illustrated books in the first, and they politely thanked and asked Eddie what the books were about. Eddie thanked the Harringtons too with a composed smile, then they grabbed the other bag. 

There were clothes. Some packets of silly socks, a little suit for the boy and an elegant dress for the girl. Eddie looked at the clothes and then to the kids, who at that moment were wearing matching Iron Maiden little t-shirts. 

Harrington senior then lent him a long box. He saw a decorated tie, with little sort of stars and dots, and looked to them interrogatively, then looked to Steve, who apparently were aware at least of that last present.

“If you think I will wear something like this at your gathering, you’re really wrong. And I won’t dress up my kids like dolls just to please some stranger,” he said harshly.

The Harringtons widened their eyes and mouths, but in that moment the maid served the cobbler. The kids forgot the present and attacked their plates, kneeling near the coffee table.

“We… we didn’t intend to force any of you to dress anything,” said Steve’s mother. “They’re just… presents,” she searched Steve’s eyes for help.

“Thanks mom, we appreciate them. It’s true, Eddie?”

“Of course,” muttered him while sipping his coffee.

“You can wear anything you want to the party tomorrow,” insisted Monica, trying to fix things.

Eddie nodded, unimpressed. The kid finished eating and he cleaned their hands and faces with a napkin.

“Kids, do you want to see the pool?” Asking Eddie standing up. He looked at Steve and he nodded. It was evident that Eddie needed a break already.

He took the kids' hands and they went out to the garden.

“He’s a tough cookie,” grumbled Steve’s dad. Steve puffed.

“You didn’t make things easy for him,” he answered dryly. “He is hurted and protective of the kids”.

“We just want to fix things,” said Monica, looking to his husband, nodding. “We want him to know we are sorry, and want his forgiveness, and make him… them… part of the family”.

“I appreciate it, mum, but he needs to hear it from you directly. And I can’t guarantee it would be easy, he knows what you think about adopting kids”.

Harrington senior blushed a little. He opposed fiercely to adopting, for blood reasons, but the cancer and the life danger made him rethink about a lot of things.

“We changed our mind,” he said. “I changed my mind. Of course, I still want a grandchild…”

“Dad,” interrupted Steve. Steven sr nodded. 

“Ok, you’re right. I changed my mind, that’s all. I will… I will accept your family”.

“The kids are adorable,” said Monica, willing to please Steve.

“Eddie is adorable with them,” Steve answered. “He is a wonderful father”.

Monica and Steven nodded.

“Eddie, would you like to come inside again?”

Steve went to collect his family around the pool. The kids were delighted, but Eddie was sitting there with a serious expression, and Steve didn't read it as a good sign.

“You always have a secret purpose when you talk so politely,” he said without smiling.

“I know. My parents want you to come back with the kids”.

“If they think to butter me up with some clown clothes and a hideous tie, they’re really wrong,” he answered, without any sign to move.

“It wasn’t their idea. That tie is the one my father wore when he met my mom’s parents for the first time. It’s… precious for him”.

Eddies scoffed.

“They’re trying to say you’re welcome in our family”.

“If only they told me it in the face…”

“They want to do it. They want to apologize in front of you. Please, come back to talk with them”.

Eddie pursed his lips.

“Look, I know it’s difficult and it won’t be immediate, but just give them a chance”.

“I don’t want to wear that thing tomorrow, nor to dress my kids up like a preppy clown,” he continued harshly.

“They didn’t mean it. They’re just presents, to show good will. So come now?” Steve smiled and lent a hand to him. Eventually Eddie shrugged his shoulders and grabbed it.

“Thanks,” said Steve, smiling. Eddie called the kids and they came inside together.

“Did you enjoy the pool, kids?” Answered Monica. “If you stay a few days more, we can prepare it to swim a little. It’s heated”.

Eddie licked nervously his lips, standing in the middle of the living room. He had the face of someone who didn’t want to bear more bullshit.

“Eddie, sit down, please,” said Steve,nervous himself.The kids sat in a corner looking at their new books. Eddie sat.

“Eddie, we… we want to apologize for… for our behavior in the last… years,” Monica cleared her throat. 

“We want to welcome you into the family, if you want to forgive us. We want you and the kids to meet all the family tomorrow, and of course… feel free to wear whatever you want,” continued Steven.

Eddie was surprised, he frankly didn’t expect Harringtons to be sincere, but he couldn’t say anything against them at the moment.

He nodded, and let go of an accent of a smile that warmed Steve's heart a lot. 

“We’ll see tomorrow then,” he said at the end of the afternoon, when they went away to return to Wayne’s house.

Eddie had a lot to think about that night. He put the kids to sleep while Steve was helping Wayne to clean the dishes. Then he enjoyed some homemade liquor on the patio with his uncle while Steve had a shower before bed. 

“A penny for your thoughts, kid”. 

Eddie sipped a little from his glass, then told almost everything to Wayne. He didn’t particularly appreciate the Harringtons, and he politely expressed his surprise about their change of mind.

“I always thought Steve came in a package with his family, whether you like it or not. Whether he liked it or not,” he added, and Eddie nodded. Steve had grown apart of his family for him, but he always suffered from it. “He did a lot for you regarding them, and I think you have to make steps for him too”.

Eddie snorted a little. Wayne always said so many things with so few words. He understood everything, and he nodded.

 

The twins were sitting on the sofa in their new clothes, looking like little preppy dolls, and Steve was trying to put their shoes on. He was happy that Eddie didn’t fuss about the clothes, on the contrary, he decided spontaneously to dress the kids in that way. The dresses didn’t really suit their kids, but it was just a signal from Eddie.

“Stevie? Honey? Could you come and help me?” Eddie called from the bedroom.

Steve went there, and he melted, blushing with his heart running very quickly. 

Eddie was wearing a light gray suit that seemed just a little small for him, and tried to work his Harrington tie, shaking his head. “I need help, I can’t do it”.

“Oh Eddie,” Steve smiled looking at him, grabbing his hand. “Thanks,” he whispered, kissing him lightly. 

“Nonsense,” smiled Eddie, blushing in return.

Steve fixed the tie, and hugged him.

Steve’s parents welcomed them really warmly when they came to the party. Steve’s father looked at Eddie’s tie and firmly grabbed his hand, smiling warmly at him. They let the kids play with the other family’s kids and they grab a glass of champagne. Eddie felt a little overwhelmed by Steve’s extended family, and intimidated for all the introductions, but they introduced him as Steve’s partner without euphemisms ,and Steve didn’t leave his side. His presence didn’t seem as a big deal as he thought so he could enjoy the buffet and the drinks.

“Steve, please, come there, Auntie Bertha wants to greet you”.

Steve snorted a little. Aunt Bertha was the matriarch of the family since her sister’s, Steve’s senior mother, death. He was nearly 80, in a wheelchair, and she had obviously old opinions about modern things. They didn’t tell her exactly Steve’s way of life, but they met once one of her daughters and he suspected that she knew. He really didn’t want to hear a lecture about homosexuality and corruption of morality, but he at least needed to pay his respects.

Steve sat at her side, with his parents near.

“Those kids are yours?”

Steve scoffed a little. “They’re foster kids, Auntie”

“Oh, so that tall woman isn’t their mother? Is she your wife?”

“No, Auntie, he’s not their mother, he’s a man and he is my partner”.

“And you don’t have kids of your own?”

Steve scoffed again, trying to remain calm.

“No, Auntie, we can’t adopt kids at the moment, we are not married”

Bertha nodded thoughtfully.

“So she’s not your wife?”

Steve tried not to get madI, she was old and probably didn’t understand everything. But he decided not to hide anything, and his parents were there just listening, he was surprised they didn’t try to stop him.

“He is a man, Auntie. He’ my partner, we live together, but we’re not married”

“Oh, yes, I think you told me something like this…” Bertha looked at Steven senior. He nodded. “And you live with a man? That…”

“Eddie, Auntie. Well, I think I have to go, now…” said Steve, starting to feel a little nervous.

“Your Grandma Mary always hoped you would marry sooner or later… why aren't you married?”

Steve stood, moving a step to the door. “At the moment we…”

“And don’t you want your own kids?”

“Auntie, I’m sorry, I have to go…”

“Steve and Eddie can’t adopt kids if they’re not married, Auntie,” explained Steven senior, sweetly.

“Oh, right,” nodded the old woman. “So you'd better not wait, right?”

Steve looked at his parent’s faces. He felt strange and he felt like he didn't understand.

“Marry him,” added the old woman. She took something from her pocket. Steve’s mother took it from her hands and gave it to Steve. 

Steve opened the little box. 

He found his Grandma's ring. He looked at his parents, puzzled and holding his breath.

“Granny wanted it for your fiance,” said his mother. Steven senior went to arrange again Auntie Bertha’s dress, and his mother walked Steve away. 

“We explained things to Auntie before, but I think she didn’t get it all… You ok?”

“It’s your idea? Dad’s too?”

She nodded. “You know, he still wants grandchildren,” she smiled. 

Steve put the box in the pocket and smiled.

 

The kids fell asleep on one of the big sofas, so they put them sleeping in the car. Steve drove slowly down the town, and at a certain point he took a different way. 

He stopped near the houseboats on the lake, and Eddie looked at him, confused. 

“Do you remember where we had our first kiss?” Eddie nodded. “Let’s have a look, come on”, he added, getting out of the car.

He took Eddie’s hand in the dark, only the moon was lighting the place.

“What’s happening, Steve?” 

Steve kissed Eddie, sweetly, as they kissed there for the first time, so shy and worried and shivering. He took the box from his pocket, and knelt.

 

“Eddie?” Whispered Bobby, waking up in the backseat. Steve was driving with a big smile on his face.

“We’re almost at home, honey, keep sleeping” Eddie reached him caressing his cheek; an engagement ring, maybe too girlish between all his skulls and crosses, shined on the road lights. 

Bobby closed his eyes again, and Eddie looked again at his ring, kissed it, and then grabbed Steve’s hand on the gear.  They blushed together.

#steddie #steddie holiday exchange #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things

[ty-the-trainwreck]

okay quick question do you guys think robin or nancy would propose first and how do you think they would do it

for me if robin proposed first it would most definitely be on their anniversary that girl is CHEESY. they would be by the beach and nancy would be distracted, taking pictures of the sunset. robin would watch her with a dopey smile on her face as she mustered up the courage to get down on one knee. she managed to do it though, and she even managed to not drop the ring into the ocean the whole time nancy was facing the other way. when nancy turns around, robin can’t do anything else but smile as nancy lets out a small gasp.

“nancy wheeler, our lives have not been easy. you and i both know that at night we still get a little scared when the shadows make a menacing shape on the wall, and how we cant sleep with the closet door open. but, if you would give me the pleasure of becoming your wife, i would do anything to protect you from the shadows and to make sure that anything behind that door stays far away. nancy wheeler, will you marry me?”

and then if nancy proposed…

nancy would probably take the whole gang to central park as an innocent “day out!” but secretly, everyone but robin knows that she’s going to be engaged before the day ends. nancy brings them all to the Bethesda fountain, and she watches robin with a softness that only robin buckley could cause. nancy makes steve do the thing where he covers robin’s eyes as he leads over to where nancy was kneeling. nancy chuckles as they both stumble and almost fall over each other, and she holds the ring box a little tighter. when steve takes his hands off robin’s eyes, she feels her breath hitch as she opens the box to reveal the ring. nancy can see the tears bristling in robin’s eyes and nancy can feel tears in her eyes as well.

“robin buckley, the moment i realized i wanted to marry you was when i woke up next to you in our apartment for the first time, and i got to see your messy hair from sleep. you looked like an absolute dork, but a beautiful one. ever since then, i knew that i wanted to wake up by your side for the rest of my life. rob, will you marry me?”

#i always get inspired in the middle of the night #lesbians inspire me #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin #nancy #robin x nancy #ronance canon #stranger things #sorry about grammar im a fucking idiot

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Anecdotes from Baby Let’s Play House

“Vernon thought he was a stud,” remembers Lamar Fike. “Elvis used to say that Vernon knew when Elvis was conceived, because afterwards, he blacked out.”

When things progressed beyond that point, he usually stuck to intense foreplay, sometimes asking a girl to masturbate him, and then ejaculating in her hair. If his partner found it degrading, a complete act of submission and dominance, it also made sense—her head was the farthest point from potential pregnancy. Elvis’s first experience of real intercourse, which came at either age nineteen or twenty, was both traumatic and uninformed. He had met the girl only that day, and before long, he was in the hotel lobby, searching for Scotty and Bill, his face a tangle of confusion. “The rubber busted,” he said. “What do I do now?” Bill chuckled. “I think you had better marry her—or get the hell out of town.” They left him on his own to solve the crisis, and the next time they saw him, they asked what he had done. “I took her to the emergency room at the hospital.” “The emergency room?” “Yeah, I got them to give her a douche.” Soon he vowed to “never break a virgin,” and to fool around only with experienced girls. In truth, he liked everything that led up to intercourse better than the act itself— the kissing, the stroking, the darting fingers, the removal of the blouse. He preferred that a girl keep her panties on, though it drove him wild to see the slightest bit of pubic hair poking around the seams of her underwear. But he respected women, and it was always important that the girl receive more pleasure than he.

One night when Elvis’s parents came to the Hayride, he walked offstage after taking a number of encores and just about brought the house down. Gladys grabbed him up by the arm and pulled him over to the side of the stage where no one could hear them. “Elvis,” she said sternly, “don’t you have any drawers?” He thought fast, and said, “No, ma’am, the only pair I own was dirty, and Maxine wouldn’t wash ’em.” “Honey, God, he was huge!” Maxine says. “And it showed. And then when he’d shake his leg, my God! You could tell he had a hard-on. It looked like it. Hell, he knew what he was doing. Bill Black went out and said, ‘I’m going to buy Elvis some shorts.’ And he thought, ‘I’ll play a trick on him.’ He bought him some silk ones, polka dots. He thought Elvis wouldn’t wear them, but Elvis fell in love with them and wouldn’t even take ’em off. He didn’t want me to wash them. He was afraid somebody would steal them. I guarantee you, he wore silk underwear for the rest of his life, when he wore any at all. He loved them.”

When I came back, the other guys were down at the beach, looking for the cute girls. But Elvis was leaning over the grillwork on the balcony, staring at the ocean. I said, ‘Hi, honey, are you okay?’ He said, ‘Mae, I can’t get over this ocean.’ Now, he grew up on the mighty Mississippi, but he said, ‘It’s so vast, just no end to it. I’d give anything in the world if I had enough money to bring my mama and daddy to Florida and let them see the ocean.’ ” It touched her that his priority was his parents, when most twenty-year-olds would think about having fun.

“As they approached the car, they noticed a stranger glancing out the window and then disappearing. The two increased their speed and ripped open the door. His wife screamed from the passenger side and dove for the petticoats in the floorboard. Elvis fell onto the dirt parking lot, struggling to zip up. The trucker reached down with huge, burly arms and grabbed the skinny frame, shaking the stuffing out of it and driving in a couple of well-placed right hooks. “ ‘Not my face, not my face!’ the singer yelled, covering the aforementioned location. ‘I’ve gotta go back and play.’ The truck driver got in a few more gut busters, then let his quarry flee back to the club.”

Then one reporter asked Elvis if he planned to marry. “Why buy a cow when you can milk it through the fence?” he said, a comment that would be picked up by the national press and spark outrage, even as it was toned down

Then he took the chance, seeing they were so absorbed. He started shooting, keeping his distance at first, and then moved closer, closer, and closer still, until he was up on the railing of the stairway. He snapped a shot from above, looking down just as Elvis nuzzled the girl’s cheek, his arms spread wide, one above her against the wall, the other anchoring him on the railing. It was so sensual, and their bodies so eager, that if the photo were rotated, it would seem as if the two were in bed. The photographer scarcely breathed. He asked to pass them (“May I get by?”) but they were so focused they didn’t even care. Al pivoted so that the window was behind him, illuminating his subjects with front-end sunlight and fill lighting from the dangling bulb. “Betcha can’t kiss me, Elvis,” the girl said, sticking out her tongue. “Betcha I can,” he teased back. And then he made his move, sticking out his own tongue until the two were pressed together, tongues and noses, his waist pushing up against hers. By now, the girl was leaning back on the stair rail, and anything could happen. Al snapped the shutter, capturing the famous image, a distillation of the rock-and-roll road show, and Elvis at his uninhibited best. The whole thing took a tenth of a second, and then all Al heard was, “We want Elvis! We want Elvis!” A minute later, Elvis sprinted onstage to give four thousand people, mostly women and girls, the performance they had paid to see.

[mafiadad5]

Try, try not to think about us in that way.

Genre- smut/ kinda plot?

Warnings/ au- Best friends to lovers, beach trip, pool/hot-tub sex/ public sex/ slight choking and degrading?/ unprotected sex, finger fucking

Chenle x femreader

Word Count- 2.8k

Summary- You and Chenle has been friends for years now, since freshman year of Highschool, you finally graduate and go on a summer trip that you guys have been fantasizing to go on since sophomore year. You've always had a crush on him, but stopped trying after he rejected you freshman year. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, you ignore your feelings. That's until you're standing at the beach in the water, as the cold small waves hit your ankles, the red sun slowly going down falling behind the horizon line, the sky lighting up a beautiful blue and purple color. You look up at him, he's already looking at you and grabs your hand. "You look beautiful, has anybody told you that" his face not changing from the everlasting frown that he always has. "Thank you" you said as you turned away from him, facing the deep blue ocean, trying to avoid his gaze because you might just fall further for him. Suffocating on your breath as you feel his fingers leave your hand and slowly drag up your arm. "You're welcome" He says as he grabs your waist pulling you towards him, your foreheads touching. "What are you doing chenle" I say as he grabs my waist and pulls me closer to his body.

“Just kiss me”

Please continue on... he's waiting for you 🎀

Y/n, y/n wake up, wake up we're here" you feel your body shaking. You wake up instantly and see Chenle grinning at you from the drivers seat. You look outside the window and see the hotel entrance doors right in front of you. It's noon out, but still bright and sunny. You sat and look at the window blankly in front of you, processing it in your head, was it really just a- you're knocked out of your thoughts when you hear knocking on your window and see Chenle with wide eyes in front of you.

"Are you gonna sit in there for the whole trip or you coming?" You get out the car, your luggage already out. "Don't you have to go park the car anyways? You can't just leave it out here" you said looking at him, mumbling quietly as you rubbed your eyes. "We have Valet btw" he said as he grabbed his bags and begin to walk inside the hotel, already having the room key.

We made it up to the hotel room, Chenle opening the door and walking into the hotel room, instantly setting down his bags. He ran excitedly to the patio, opening the door and stepping outside, the smell of the beach entering the room. I sat down my bags and followed closely behind him.

"This is beautiful" I said as I took a deep breath taking in all the air. The view was beautiful, the beach was gorgeous, and right underneath us looking down was a beautiful pool and hot-tub at least I think it is, you can't really see much because its surrounded by a foggy glass window panel I think it's called, and bushes. For privacy I guess? Anyways I was so excited and so was Chen.

"I have to use the bathroom real quick I'll brb" I said before turning around and facing the room, and pausing. "Chenle!? Where's the other bed..." I turned and looked at him, a small grin appearing on his face. "About that" he said "We've slept in the same bed before y/n, why is it a problem now?" He said pushing pass me leaping on the bed and looking at me while laying on his back. 

I really wish I was on top on him right now, pleasuring him, riding hi-

"um hello, earth to y/n" I shook out of my thoughts. "What do you mean, the last time we slept together you were so rough, literally pushed me off the bed, I'll just take the floor" He paused for second before smirking, "mhm" he said before the realization hit me of what I said. "You're a dick" I laughed before going to use the bathroom. "Just take it on the bed, I mean take the bed" he shouted, laughing. "Shut up" I shouted back

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I woke up from my nap, Chenle putting on a shirt, his abs slightly showing before he put on his shirt fully. "You realize we have a bathroom right" I said as I yawned and sat  up. "Yea but you're my best friend so I should be able to chan-" I got up and walked past him,

"I know, I know, I get it ok, I'm your best friend" going into the bathroom, not shutting the door, splashing my face with water "what the fuck is up your pussy today y/n" I rolled my eyes and continued to splash my face as he walked in the bathroom getting directly behind me, I looked up at him through the mirror, bent over in front of him.

hopefully you

"Well it's just. I know you're my best friend you don't have to put it in every sentence. Is that the only way you see me, the best friend you can do wtv in front of" he grabbed my waist and turned me to face him, setting both hands on the counter, me in between them.

"What do you want to be seen as to me?"

He said as he made eye contact with me, our face a inch away. "Is this a trick question" I said looking away, drying my face with a towel. "Look at me" he said in a relaxed tone as he grabbed my chin pulling my face to look at his. "what is up with you" the sounds of his breathing and the sink running behind me echoing, through the room.

"Do you really want to know what's up with me" he said leaning even closer, our lips almost touching. I nodded while looking him into his eyes. He paused for a second, the sound of his breathing echoing in the room again, the sink sounded muffled now.

The sink sounded muffled now...?

Before I could react I felt water splash on my shirt and face, Chenle laughing as he backed up looking at me. "GET OUT NOW" I yelped before he ran out and I slammed the door behind me, leaning on the counter, thinking about what happened, and thinking about how I felt wet, hoping he didn't notice

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"I have a surprise for you" Chenle said as I was finishing my drink "what" I said looking at him, clearly not entertained by whatever stunt he was going to pull now. "You know that pool and hot tub you told me about, the one under us, the one you said you wanted to go to, but it looked closed, that one?" I looked at him after setting down my drink. "Yea" he smiled.

"Well... it's not closed it's just a private pool, like one you can make a reservation for and have it all for yourself" I smiled "omg really let's make a reservation for tomorrow" he took a sip of his drink, finishing it off, "I kind of wanted to go to the beach tomorrow, so I reserved it for tonight, we're the last people that have it too, for 2 hours!" he said excitedly. "When do we go, it's getting late and it's already dark out?" I asked finishing my drink off too "now" he said grabbing my hand and running up to the hotel room.

I went into the bathroom to get changed and I got out my one piece bathing suit, I slid it on quickly realizing it had a huge green stain on it, my bathing suit is red? "Fuck" I said as I went through my bag sighing looking through to find the others I brought. Only one extra, and it was a bikini. I hate wearing bikinis, and I've never worn one in front of Chenle not even tight fit clothes, ever.

I slipped it on, and walked out of the bathroom, Chen sitting on the bed with only swim trunks on, shirtless. He looked up from his phone and stared at my body for a second. "Are you ready to go" I said knocking him out of his thoughts, he licked his lips and nodded.

He unlocked the door and we made it inside. It was gorgeous the pool lit up blue and purple. The view looking out was towards the beach, where you could hear the waves splashing even more vivid than on the patio. He sat the towels down on the chairs and instantly jumped into the pool, I followed behind him.

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A cool breeze passed by, "it's cold y/n I'm gonna get into the hot-tub" Chenle Said while getting out of the pool walking to the hot-tub hidden behind the bushes. "Ok I'll meet you there" I looked at him, his hair dripping wet, droplets falling onto his glistening abs.

I stayed splashing in the water a bit longer, but I got bored without him so I decided to join him in the hot-tub. I walked past the bushes to see a gorgeous hot-tub lit up blue and purple like the pool, it was bubbling and the most gorgeous thing of it all was chenle sitting against the wall, staring me down, looking like he wanted to tear me apart.

His hair was damp and out of his face, he leaned against the edge of the hottubs wall, his arms holding the edges, as his veins and muscles slightly came through more dramatically.

I wanted him so bad. 

"Why are you looking at me like that" I said slowly getting into the hot-tub, looking deep into his dark eyes that were focused on me. He looked at me licking his lips, slightly sticking his tongue out before closing his mouth again, saying nothing. I fully got into the hot-tub, sitting on the stairs right across from him staring, seductively, into his eyes as he stared me down, but remained quiet.

He put his arms down beside him. "Come here" he said in low toned voice getting off the wall and standing up. I got up and slowly went towards him, almost floating. I didn't know if he was trying to trick me again, but judging by his face and his tone, probably not. I got to him and just stared. He grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him, his leg in between mine.

I looked away nervously, I thought he didn't like me, what is he doing. "What?" He said, his eyes shooting daggers at my neck. "Well..." I said avoiding eye contact "look at me" he said in my ear with a deep tone interrupting me. I turned and faced him "well what about freshman year" I looked at him. "Fuck freshman year" he said as he grabbed my chin and pulled my face into his, giving me a deep kiss. I instantly kissed back, the kisses growing even more hungry. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, backing up into the hot-tubs walls again, putting me down without breaking the kiss.

His lips were hot, his tongue was hotter, exploring my mouth. "I bet this is what you wanted all along huh" he said breaking the kiss, but quickly pulling me into a kiss again, pulling my body even closer to his. He broke the kiss and leaned over to my ear

"You wished that I was in you when you were bent over on that sink" his deep voice in a whisper, fucking my brain. "Wish you were on top of me when I was laying on the bed" he said giving me a sloppy kiss, his hand slipping into my bikini bottoms. "Wished it was me when we were in the car pleasing yourself, rubbing your thighs together just to me singing a sexual song " he said biting my lip, sticking one of his fingers in between my folds, rubbing my wet entrance and clit.

"Didn't you?"

He said sucking and kissing my neck, his words vibrating into my skin as he stuck two fingers into my hole. I let out a moan. "Didn't you?" he asked again before going faster, his fingers hitting harder, as he went down to my collar bone, sucking and nibbling.

"Yes, I did"

I said as I was trying to hold in my moans, but failing miserably. "Do you want me to keep going?" He asked slowing down his pace. "Yes, please" I said looking at him. "Beg me for it, tell me how much you want it, how bad do you want it" he said lifting his head from my neck and looking at me, wrapping his free hand around my neck, softly, yet firmly.

"Please give it to me, please, I want it so bad, I've always wanted it bad, please" turned me around, sitting me down on the seat in the hot-tub, pushing me against the edge of the wall, his hand still around my throat, his fingers still inside me, circling my clit with his free thumb. "Oh really?" He said looking at me a dark look of lust feeling his eyes. "Mhm" I said. He grinned, taking his hand off my neck and lifting me out of the hottub, ripping off my bikini bottoms and spreading my legs.

He gave me a look before licking my clit, fingers going in and out of me still. I moaned loudly and threw my head back. His tongue doing circles around my clit while he curved his fingers hitting my g-spot. I was melting in his touch, in his fingers, and in his tongue. I grabbed his head, pushing him further, making him go faster in and out of me and slurping at my clit making me go insane, I was a moaning mess and I was almost to my climax.

"Hello? Anyone in here?"

We heard an unfamiliar voice. He stopped and we looked at each other. "Speak to the man" Chenle said as he continued to finger me, fast, my juices dripping down his finger. "Yes, some-someone is in here, we had a reservation" I said, mumbling and stuttering , trying not to moan as much as I could, but I couldn't help it I was almost there. "Ohhh I see... what was the name?"

"Y/N" I yelled to prevent my moan from slipping out. My legs begin to shake and I tried to grab his hand, to get him out of me, but he took my hand and instantly pinned it down with his free hand, continuing to finger me knuckles deep. I threw my head back, and bit my lip so hard that I thought I would pull blood. "I don't see a name for y/n? Is there anything else you may have it down for?"

I gasp from reaching my high

"CHENLE"

I screamed as I looked at him, him smiling as he removed his fingers from my dripping core. "Oh I see you right here, I'm so sorry about the interruption guys! Make sure you're out by 12 am, sorry about that" I looked at Chenle as he licked his fingers off while looking me dead in my eyes, grinning. He helped me back into the hot-tub.

"Destroy me, please, destroy me like there's no tomorrow." I said as he pulled down his swimming trunks. "Turn around" he said in a deep voice, and I quickly obliged, he forced me on all fours, my knees on the seat and my arms outside the hot-tub

"I'm gonna make your wishes come true baby"

He positioned his tip at my entrance without fully going in yet. My breathing got heavier as I felt him in my hole. He spat on it before shoving his whole dick inside me, instantly going fast, grabbing my hips and slamming into me. I let out a loud moan and lowered my head. "Fuck, you're so tight baby" he said, his fingers clawing at my hips as he quickly thrusted, going deeper every-time.

"I bet it feels good too doesn't it you little whore" He grabbed my arms with one of his hands and placed it behind my back making him hit a spot that I didn't even know was there. "Fuck, don't stop" I managed to get out, a moaning mess as I felt my juices mixed with his spit and precum dripping down my cleavage.

He placed messy kisses on my spine, and my arm that was behind my back; him thrusting faster and deeper every stroke. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, making my head lift up. "How does it feel huh, your best friend, destroying you, fucking your brains out, treating you like the little slut you are." He said as he leaned down to my ear, pounding inside of me, his breathing heavy and words slurred as he starts doing small moans and whimpers that are music to my ears.

I bite my lip, eyes rolling to the back of my head, while moaning loudly as he hits my g-spot. "I'm about to come, can I please come for you" I say as I lower my head again because he let go and grabbed onto my hips again. "Yes baby, you can come, do it for me" he said his pace going even faster, but thrust getting sloppier.

"Chenle" My stomach was turning, my eyes rolled back, as I reached my climax, my legs were shaking intensely, and my moans were loud and long, screaming his name as he whimpered, then deeply moaned, suffocating on the thick atmosphere when my walls were tightening around his dick. "shit" he cussed as he came inside of me, his ooze dripping as he made an exit out of me, trying to catch his breath. He turned me around kissing me gently on the lips, wiping the tears he created off of my face.

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We were on the beach sitting down on our towels as the sunset a beautiful bright orange, the sun glowing strongly and making his skin glow. My head laid on his shoulder and we held hands, I've always wanted him, I'd seriously do anything to have him,

But what's going to happen when we go back home?

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STEPNEY VISITS ARVERNE

by A. Griffin/ Super Train Station H ---------------------------------

From Sheffield Park so far away, to the narrow stretch of Rockaway, the young at heart count down the days, till Stepney visits Arverne.

A tour spanning across the world, bringing joy to every boy and girl, now New York City gets its turn, when Stepney visits Arverne.

The Bluebell Railway's long revered, does blow her chime so all will hear, and beyond its sound, is spread the cheer, when Stepney visits Arverne.

Brightly the merry whistle tones, beach rabbits scurry to their holes, folks rush out from their bungalows, when Stepney visits Arverne.

Long Island Rail Road right of way, between the ocean and the bay, will carry her throughout her stay, when Stepney visits Arverne.

Backyards on Amstel Boulevard, from there wave children from afar, they see the engine working hard, when Stepney visits Arverne.

Each of her cars, a wooden coach, on streams of steel, away they float, within the sight of canal boats, when Stepney visits Arverne.

These tracks knew steam so long ago, and reminded of the days of old, the beachside rails do creak and groan, when Stepney visits Arverne.

Subway cars get traction too, watch Stepney pull R32s, the silver cars glisten like new, when Stepney visits Arverne.

The engine painted muted gold, whispers with steam the stories told, of escape from scrap, so brave and bold, when Stepney visits Arverne.

The Jay Street Cargo Railroad yard, meets the London South Coast Railway's star, the Brukelen Bridge isn't so so far, when Stepney visits Arverne.

Suited commuters, office bound, are caught off guard by what they've found, tank engine strength gets them around, when Stepney visits Arverne.

Beach 67th needs crowd control, when the famous train is due to roll, perfect shots are the spotter's goal, when Stepney visits Arverne.

Long Island multi-unit cars, though motors rest, they travel far, the engine takes them from the yard when Stepney visits Arverne.

She brought the Pullman coaches too, for dining pleasure on the move, the bayside vistas set the mood, when Stepney visits Arverne.

Not everyone's seen steam before, but the magic they'll learn to adore, from the "Floreat Vapor" ambassador, when Stepney visits Arverne.

And off she goes, all by herself, to have adventures somewhere else, but she came before, and she'll come again, and a few more seaside days she'll spend, on the ocean line, with the blue H sign, when Stepney visits Arverne.

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Arverne is a neighborhood situated between the Atlantic Ocean and Jamaica Bay on New York City’s Rockaway Peninsula.

London Brighton South Coast Railway No. 55, “Stepney”, is a tank engine that was built in 1875 and now lives at the Bluebell Railway in England.

The artwork of Lunarian H (my own character) and Stepney in Arverne was provided by Keetah Spacecat.

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[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Blessed are the summer dresses

Oneshot summary; You met Ari for the first time a few months ago but your relationship has evolved quite a bit since then, but despite having gotten to know the man, you wouldn’t have thought a summer dress was such an excellent way to tease him.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word; 4.5k

Warnings; fluff, suggestive themes (no smut tho)

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

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Waves lingering a foot above the ground. The sticky air coating every bit of your body in a -not even thin- sheen of sweat. Breezes that never cooled you from how heated the air was. Pick one, and all of them would lead to the same culprit that could make you suffer from heatstroke, the Sudan summer.

When you'd taken the first step out of the plane, it felt like walking into a sauna. The air was thick, burning in your nostrils before it warmed your insides as it wandered down to your lungs. It had gotten better when you'd stepped into the car you were supplied. Not thanks to the lack of AC, but when you began driving, you rolled down the windows. As well as having the air rush in and act like some kind of cooling, you were always just cars passing you and kicking up dust from getting a face full of sand. Thankfully, once you got out of the airports' busy areas and the main roads, there weren't many vehicles threatening to do so.

Not much caught your eye when you travelled to the resort you would be working and staying on. A blistering desert was practically your only view for the next hour until something rose in the distance, causing all your previous preconceptions and your first impression to disappear.

The closer you came, the more buildings popped up and the vaster the sea beyond them spanned out. You found yourself smiling, not believing this was the view you would be greeted by even when your superiors had informed you of the mission you were sent out on and what to expect.

When you pulled up to one of the side buildings, you stepped out of the vehicle, your gaze unable to be ripped from the glittering turquoise ocean that seemed so clear it put even the finest aquamarines to shame.

In the end, what ripped away your attention from the beach and the people enjoying the same view as you but up close was the man jogging up towards you alongside the building you'd parked by.

The sea breeze ruffled his hair and tugged at the blue fabric of his short-sleeved shirt. He was smiling and as he stopped before you, his brown hair was haphazardly pushed out of his face before stretching out a hand for you to shake.

"I guess you're the one I got informed would be joining us". The man's voice was deep and warm, a bit hurried if anything as if he'd more than jogged to greet you.

"Then you guessed right", you replied, unable to not mirror his smile before stretching forth your hand to introduce yourself by giving him your name.

"Pleasure to meet", his eyes shifted to the bag you balanced on your shoulder. "Here, let me take it". He didn't wait for your response before releasing your hand and taking a step forth, snaking his hand beneath the strap and relieving you of the bag's weight.

"No need to show me hospitality. I can manage", you attempted to object whilst holding onto the strap, so the bag hung in-between the two of you. Despite not bringing a big bag, you'd tried to fit as much as possible in it, never knowing how long you would stay. You didn't think the tall man standing before you wouldn't manage, so it was more about pride than anything. However, his stubbornness won over your pridefulness.

"It's in the blood now, after running this place", the man flashed you a smile -one that appeared pearly white from how his beard surrounded his pink lips- before playfully swatting your hand away and then, much like you thought, hauling the bag onto his shoulder without the slightest strain. As you shook your head, deciding not to fight him over the matter, he waved you to follow him.

Seconds earlier, you hadn't been able to rip your eyes from the view around you. But, after meeting the man you now trailed, you couldn't help yourself when your gaze flickered over his back, studying him.

He was broad, the shirt he wore stretching over his muscles. His hair brushed the collar, sometimes sweeping more to one side or the other from the breeze.

"The name's Ari, by the way". Your eyes snapped from his back muscles moving as he twisted to look over his shoulder to instead find his blue eyes. "And welcome to the Red Sea Diving resort".

Ah, the Red Sea Diving Resort, the double agent of buildings you'd now stayed at for the past two months. Everything besides the surroundings had been a rough diamond even when you arrived. And, even then, the team you joined had already been there for a month or two.

Although the resort itself had improved since then -not only thanks to you, even if you'd taken much of the responsibility to make the resort look more like what it covered as- the seaside establishment wasn't the most colourful thing in the area. The team you'd joined and now befriended was however.

They were a... unique group gathered for the mission. You'd gotten to read the briefings on the different members. And if anything, they lived up to those well when not in front of the tourists. Yet, the most colourful of them was Ari.

Ari Levinson, he'd caught you off guard that first day. Even the first week, you'd had a difficult time with him. Not because he changed entirely compared to how he first greeted you. No, he didn't become rude or bossy, despite being in charge of the operation you were running. What made you have a hard time acting professionally with him was that he didn't change one bit.

But after a few weeks, you gathered that the group you'd joined wasn't one of those stuck-up bores you'd met your fair share of times while working. It felt like a group of friends, nearly an odd family just happening to work within the same field.

You eased up and found that compared to other colleagues you'd worked with, you didn't simply do this because you had to, but because you wanted to.

Once you found how easy-going all the colourful people you now spent most of your days with, something special grew with Ari.

Because you never would've paired that personality to that man, something intrigued you with him. And, of course, you couldn't deny how your eyes lingered on the bear of a man when his attention wasn't on you. And when it was, you needed to push away a warmth that fancied enveloping your chest.

The longer you spent time around Ari, the more the fluttering sensation in your stomach and chest faded, but it didn't mean something else developed, nor that your eyes followed suit. You started analysing what you were feeling towards the man and despite that he was fun and shockingly easy to talk and laugh with, you didn't figure it out until the first mission.

You can't remember what happened, only how you were equally as shocked as when you met the man when he on missions turned into a completely different person.

The man you'd gotten to know as lighthearted turned into serious, intense and focused like only a man with his mission could be. It shed new light on the man you'd gotten to know. One which spurred you to be better in every sense of the way. But also highlighted how a small part of you worried about him on missions.

It gnawed at you, making you nearly throw caution to the wind as much as Ari did the longer you worked together. Somehow, it felt safer that way because if something happened, you knew you would be able to keep an eye out on him. Though that was also a thing, you never felt safer than when he was around. At least that was what you told yourself and the others when they asked what you searched for in the crowd on missions that cut it a bit too close. 'Good to have our bouncer around, you know', you would flash them a smile as you jokingly answered, eyes falling back to the crowd, not taking full breaths until you spotted him.

And sometimes... sometimes you wondered if Ari didn't do the same thing. Because every now and then, when your eyes began gliding over the crowd, he was already looking at you.

You never turned down spending time in Ari's company, nor did it seem like you were the only one doing it.

At first, you thought you just imagined things. Perhaps the brunette didn't seek your company, only happened to end up in the same car from or to a mission or the same group when you needed to pair up for the tourist entertainment classes. It was a big maybe. One that was crushed when Ari sought you out even when he didn't need to.

Those nights when neither of you had anything to manage, he would join you when you took a late-night drink or just sat outside while basking in the stillness of a nearing night. Simply the sea clucking and sometimes a few guests strolling along the beach and talking could be what disturbed the peace. Other times, when Ari was free and not you -which often happened when you managed the reception and took care of the newly arrived tourists- he would spend his free periods keeping you company.

"Hello, and welcome to the Red Sea Diving Resort". You welcome the last couple stepping up to the counter. The rest of those who'd arrived with the bus had already set off to their rooms.

"Hello", the two said in semi-unison. "We have a room booked for Johnson", the man continued. As you turned around with a nod, you threw Ari a glance where he leaned against the wall beside the counter, puffing on the cigarette he just had lightened. He met your eyes with a quirked brow and you shot him a glare, eyes falling to the roll he balanced between his fingers, the smoke it emitted curling in the air and into your nostrils. Without being able to say anything to him whilst the couple was waiting, you turned around after reaching for their room key.

"Have a lovely stay". Smiling at the pair, you handed over the key, the two thanking you before retreating. You waited for the two to be out of sight until you turned again and once you faced the bear of a man who'd joined you a few minutes ago, your eyes immediately found his again. "You know, the more of those you smoke, the closer you'll get to death, not the other way around".

Instead of replying, Ari flashed you a smile before taking a drag of smoke. One which he lightly blew in your direction on his exhale. Nose crinkling, your arms crossed over your chest as you leant on the countertop at the small of your back.

"I'm not hesitating on kicking you out if you do that again, Levinson", you threatened him.

Even if his initial reaction was a chuckle, he soon turned his lips into a pout. "You wouldn't do that to me. Would you, princess?"

You scoffed at the pet name before saying: "Don't call me that".

Before Ari could return with anything witty, you fittingly caught the sound of the next wave of guests arriving, urging you to turn around to greet them.

Ari had listened and never taunted you by blowing the smoke towards you again, instead exhaling it in the opposite direction. What he did, however, was continue to call you princess.

You knew he did it to rile you up, and you need to admit, to a beginning, he succeeded with that. Although, you got used to it over time. Enough, so that it almost felt weird hearing your name leave his mouth anywhere else but on formal occasions. And with you accepting the nickname, the teasing began.

It started innocent, but somewhere along the way, it turned... less so. What earlier only was remarks thrown at the other soon turned into flirtatious or suggestive ones. Usually, you tuned it down when the others were around, but you didn't think too highly of yourself and Ari to believe the others didn't notice.

There'd definitely been times you slipped into those conversations of remarks and whatnot way too comfortably. It could happen on the way home from missions when you both were too tired to think straighter than the road back to the resort or when you planned said missions. Even during the evenings when you didn't have alone at the resort -when the whole team was gathered- it could happen that you and Ari got too engrossed in your conversation.

You remember one of those times it had happened after a close call on a mission.

You'd just jumped into the truck, feeling sand rub against the skin on your thighs, lower back and practically everywhere it shouldn't. You'd needed to wait out the Sudanian military that had gotten intell that was just an hour or so off from the actual time you helped the refugees reach the boats awaiting them. It was only lucky you'd parked the trucks far away and walked the last distance since it meant you only needed to hide yourselves in the dunes surrounding the beach.

But now, with a trek back to the trucks after only god knows how many hours of waiting, everyone was tired and desired nothing else but to get back to the resort.

When Ari jumped into the driver's seat beside you, you didn't more than throw a glance in his direction.

Making yourself comfortable in your seat, you closed your eyes, picking up the opening and closing of the back door, signalling someone else also joined you.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, princess". You opened an eye as the truck rumbled to life, glancing at the blue-eyed man, who kept his gaze set forwards as he began the journey home.

"After having me buried in the sand for the last few hours, I think you can forgive me". You rebutted, closing your eye again. But not long after, you felt a finger repeatedly jab against your leg.

Eyes snapping open, your head swivelled towards Ari, who just about spared you a glance and smirk before his eyes were directed forwards again. "Both hands on the wheel, I would like to come home alive after tonight, thank you very much".

"And to do that, I need someone keeping me awake to not crash".

"Oh, I reckon you would be able to flip this truck the right way if that happened."

Ari spared you a quick glance before returning to watch the lit-up path ahead. "And why's that?"

"Because I know you think with your brawns rather than brain. So those muscles can't be all for show".

"If anyone's got a drink, I would like to cheers to that". You craned your neck and noticed that behind Ari, on one of the bench rows, Sammy was seated, head tilted back but still angled towards you.

"Perhaps you could've argued with me, but you can't if he agrees with me", you motioned to Ari's long-time friend and colleague while angling your body to face both men better.

After you'd spoken, you noticed how his gaze flickered upwards and couldn't but guess he looked at Sammy through the rearview mirror. "And here I thought you would have my back".

"With all the crazy bullshit you've dragged me through and the number of times I've tried to get through that thick skull of yours, I'm taking whoever's side that can make you listen".

You mouthed an exaggerated 'ha' Ari's way, one you knew saw from how his hand reached over and squeezed your thigh.

"Don't gloat", he began. "I know you come around to me and my antics eventually".

"If you say so, but if you say I should follow as you jump off a cliff, I'll make sure you land safely before doing so", you scoffed, glancing down at his hand that still rested on your leg.

"At least one of you has a brain", you heard Sammy huff. As your eyes found him, you noted how he adverted them. Although he'd been swift, you didn't miss where from they'd snapped away. Swallowing, you turned back to Ari, finding him looking at you again.

"You know what I meant, princess", he punctuated the nickname, not only with his voice but another press of his fingers against the flesh of your inner thigh.

"I do also understand that we'll end up in a ditch if you don't keep both hands on that steering wheel", you rebutted, shaking your leg to showcase that his right hand we're on the wrong spot whilst he still was in the driving seat.

"And what would I hit out here, hm?"

"If the two of you continue like this... me because I'm gonna throw myself in front of the truck", Sammy groaned from the backseat and you sent Ari a prompting glare, but the blue-eyed menace of a man simply let out a laugh as he patted your leg before slowly retracting his hand.

"Where are your thoughts, princess?" Though staring at the ocean, you hadn't seen Ari and the participants in his diving class emerging from it. But when he now jogged towards you and spoke, you snapped out of your thoughts.

"Nowhere special", you lied, stoving away the memories you'd reminisced on as he slowed and now walked towards where you leaned against one of the pillars by the main building. The sand beneath his feet didn't only coat them in white. It also made his moves slower and slightly less of a straight line. You couldn't help but smile at the scene, even if having witnessed it more than a few times when working practically on the beach.

"Is that smile for me?" You chuckled at his confidence as he came up to a stop before you.

"No, but it is for the way you walk. Have the germans already tired you out enough you needed a few midday cheer-me-ups?" You looked over his shoulder and the retreating group of people from his diving session.

"It's five o'clock somewhere", he shrugged with a smile and you responded with a short laugh, knowing he wouldn't drink for as long as he took care of the tourists. At least now, when you hadn't run into trouble for some time during missions, you thought so.

"Well, I hope you're clever enough to not drink in-between classes. I wouldn't fancy hauling your ass from the bottom of the ocean".

"If it means I get mouth to mouth with you, then I'll be running in three, two..."

"You fool", you laughed, pushing against his chest to stop his counting. You succeeded when he couldn't help but chuckle at you.

"Don't go around promising things you aren't willing to fulfil, princess", he winked at you, to which you arched an eyebrow.

"It's nothing but your imagination promising you things, Levinson".

"Is that so now?" He questioned you, one arm raising above his head to lean against the same pilar your shoulder rested against.

"Mhm", you hummed in response.

What you'd learned about Ari, besides the man being able to shift between appearing like a teddy and a grizzly, was that he was intense. And the way he was staring down at you now was just that.

His eyes bore into yours and you couldn't help a flush sensation travelling up your throat. Nor could you help cocking your head as your eyebrows rose and you sucked your lower lip between your teeth, silently questioning Ari what he was doing. However, instead of answering, his eyes flickered over your face until falling to where you gnawed at your lip. Ari's tongue rolled over his lower one and his chest rose before his gaze travelled upwards again.

When his eyes met yours, those blues you seemed to always get lost in were so different from the crystal waters not far away from where you stood. They were dark pools of something, more than probably reflecting what was crackling in the air between you.

However, everything it took to ruin the moment was a single drop of water. It originated from a strand of Ari's wet hair and fell onto your forehead.

Shying away from the small driblet and the following that perhaps could come, you found that Ari was already smiling down at you once you opened your eyes that instinctually had shut. You opened your mouth, but before anything left you, the man before you bent down slightly and shook his head, sending his hair and the water weighing it down flying.

"You're a downright dog Levinson!" You couldn't help but squeal as he jerked his head back and forth until possibly no excess water remained in his hair -nor beard, for that matter- but coated you in little drops. When he finally stopped, his hair was all over his face.

You couldn't help how your heart jumped when he looked up at you through his locks.

This is why you loved your banter as much as those silent moments when you just looked at each other. It showcased Ari's more boyish side. And something about it made your heart melt and coaxed a soft smile from you like it always did.

"Can you see anything underneath that?" You chuckled, extending a hand and combing back some of his hair to uncover his face. Instead of answering, he chuckled as he gave you a one-shouldered shrug before raising his hand to smoothen the rest of his hair backwards and behind his ears. Meanwhile, you dried off the sheen of water he'd covered your face in with the back of your hand.

When you once more looked up at the tall man leaning above you, it took a few seconds for his eyes to find yours. And, once he spoke, you understood why.

"This something new you bought, princess?" He nodded to the skirt and wrap-top you wore.

"Could think that, but no, just hid somewhere in my bag all his time", you said, looking down at the brown skirt with white polka dots and how the slit parted over your right leg from how you'd popped out your hip.

"Looks good on you either way", you ducked your head, mumbling a thank you as your fingers found and toyed with the loose ends of the knot tied at your front. "No need to get shy on me now", a finger hooked under your chin and your eyes were directed upwards only to be met by Ari's dazzling smile much closer than earlier, seeing how he'd dropped his arm from the pillar and taken a step forwards.

Despite his wetsuit cooling you down from how it dampened your skirt, you still felt too hot too quickly, spurring you to unhook your chin from his finger. "And no need to get me wet". You put a hand on Ari's chest, just below the part where he'd sipped down the top of his wetsuit. However, before you could push away and put a decent distance between you two and escape the intensity that once more slowly infiltrated the air, he snagged your hand in his.

"Maybe that's what I'm trying to do". Something glimmered in Ari's eyes as he said this and though your breath hitched on your inhale, on your exhale, you shook off the sensation vibrating in your bones to instead flash him a smile.

"Careful, Ari. I'm not a guest that leaves in a week".

"Wouldn't want your pretty face leaving any time soon, princess", he was quick to reply and though you bit the meat of your inner cheek to stop a smirk from curling your lips, there wasn't much you could do about how your stomach flipped.

"Well, sad to disappoint you, but you'll be the one who needs to leave". Ari's eyebrows scrunched and the grip around your wrist slackened enough so that your hand could drop to the zipper of his wetsuit. At his stunned expression, you couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Your class is gathering". As you closed his zipper and patted him on the chest, it seemed as if Ari finally caught up with you.

With a quick glance over his shoulder, the brunette cursed.

"What did I say", you mused, hands falling to the knot keeping your top together.

"I-". The bear of a man turned around and quickly cut himself off when seeing you. Although, it wasn't because his blue eyes found yours, but rather from how they fell to where your fingers had unfastened your top.

Ari growled your name in a warning, the sound something you would commit to memory. Even so, you let the two pieces of fabric that previously had been tied together fall from your fingers.

He reacted faster than you thought he would've because in one minute, you stood a foot away from Ari and in the next, his arms shot around your waist and pulled you against him.

Although, instead of being bashful at what you just did, you laughed as you collided with his muscular chest. And when you did, you know the man clutching you against him noticed why you had acted so boldly.

"Should I be flattered you would shield me to anyone else's eyes, Mr Levinson? Or is there something else that urged your action?" You laughed at the man who'd dropped his head just as if he wanted to see if he was right about you having worn something beneath your top, seeing that -much to his disappointment perhaps- you had. And it was when his eyes landed on the edge of your bikini you almost heard him close his eyes.

"Stop teasing me, princess", he groaned.

"Should you say", you giggled. "But if you excuse me, I'm going for a swim before I have a class of my own to instruct". You sang, tapping Ari's forearm so he would let you go.

Head rising, you noted how something brewed in his eyes. At first, you didn't think he would let you go, but then, nearly reluctantly, he let his arms fall.  

You already missed the heavy weight they'd acted as around you, but knowing this could be your only chance to slip out from the lion's den, for now, you stepped around him with a smile playing on your lips.

You shrugged off the top as you walked away, deciding to keep it around your neck by snagging both ends in either hand. Although feeling something burn at the back of your head as you did, you looked behind you.

Unsurprisingly, you found Ari still standing where you left him, following you with his gaze. Something inside you warmed and made your smile broaden, to which you couldn't help but send him a wink, causing the last thing you saw before turning around again was how he shook his head.

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[feverinfeveroutfic]

The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: dirty window

prompt: size kink (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/q/jay (love is not enough)

word count: 3253

masterlist | ao3 🍎

He was of considerable size in comparison to those two girls on either side of him, as the crown of his head rose high over their own heads. Though he was so thin and slender in build, his hands alone dwarfed their bare asses when they showed them off to him. The tall guitarist with the long lush jet black hair and he found himself down a rabbit hole with the two of them, much to his pleasure as well as his surprise.

That plume of gray atop his head had always been a torpedo for him, ever since it sprouted from the roots of his black hair as a young boy. He never looked on at his own reflection and saw a beautiful boy, but rather an old man who had been born that way. He would look down at his slim body and rest a hand on his deep chest and his svelte slim tummy, and he would only sigh through his nose. 

How he wished for a good body.

And yet, there he was, on the Big Island of Hawai’i with Q and Jay, and he had nothing better to do than to pay better attention to them: nothing better to do than to take the attention away from his body. He walked with his hands in the pockets of his board shorts and his shirt left open so he could feel the warm tropical breeze on his bare chest and bare belly, and he let his long black hair cascade all around his shoulders like the mane of a young lion fresh out of the den. The plume of gray was about half the length of a chef’s knife, and even as he shuddered and stared up at it from behind his sunglasses, he decided to relish his time with Q and Jay and their little matching red and white bikinis under their silken covers down to their ankles.

There was something about his being with the two of them, even as they strolled down the singular narrow street of MacKenzie Park together, the tall wiry radio tower with his long black hair and the fact that the sun made his skin and the hair on his chest shimmer as if made of silver and fine alabaster. 

The soft earthy sand crunched underneath their feet as they walked on to the mouth of the pathway down to the beach below, where they were met with the cawing of the seagulls and the quiet rustling of the palm trees lined along the path on either side of them: way off to the left were the lava beds in all their blackness and foreboding glory. Despite it being a state park, they were alone on the trail, with nothing more than the oceanic winds and the waves to serve as their own tour guide for the day. But he was eager to feel it for himself, the sun on his face and his chest, and the rush of the sea spray as it rushed up to them on the back of the next breaker.

“One of you has to be the Madame Pelé to my Kilauea,” he cracked to them, and both girls burst out laughing at that.

“Of course, baby,” Jay told him with a gentle stroke of his chest with nothing more than her fingertips. He nudged a low palm frond out of his face, and the two of them bowed their heads together away from it, and on the other side, they were met with a vast stretch of black volcanic rocks as well as clusters of spindly spry trees which extended far beyond the palms. The waves crashed down on the rocky coastline, but he could see a stretch of black sands down below the ridge closest to them.

“Back up, back up…” He nudged them back a bit as a massive breaker crashed down onto the rocks, and a wall of foamy white sea spray sailed high up over their heads.

“You think there’s a trail to that strip of beach over there?” Q proclaimed over the roar of the incoming tide.

“Yeah, let’s try and get over there,” he said in a loud enough voice: he thought of closing his shirt to protect against any more of the spray from the breakers but he knew that once they stepped away from there and back into the forest, he was going to be too hot otherwise. He instead shivered and brushed the salt water off the hair on his chest; Q reached up and stroked his chest with her fingertips, and he cracked her a smile at that.

The trail wound through the slender trees, even when some of them hung low to the ground below them, but with every glimpse out to the ocean and every bow from the lowest branch on every other tree, they strode on to the cluster of black jagged rocks at the top of the coastline: the trail split in two there at the rocks, the right fork wound away from the beach and into the rest of the forest, while the left fork descended to the black sands down below.

“Shall we?” he suggested with a run of his fingers through his hair again.

“Let’s,” Q said with a swipe of her lips on the side of his face. The three of them eased their way down the dark sands to the beach down below; Jay reached it first, followed by him and then Q. The former stripped open her cover to reveal her full breasts and hips to the ocean; she peered back at him and Q, and he parted his lips at the sight of her. Q kissed him on the side of the face again, and then she stepped ahead of him. She peeled off her cover as well, and she let it drift back away from her like the sail from one of the catamarans out on the waves beyond them. Jay did the same thing, and she turned to the side so he could have a view of her body against the clear blue sky over them.

“Shall we have some fun on the beach?” Jay suggested over the roar of the waves before them.

“I don’t see why not,” he declared with a shrug of his shoulders, and he lightly tapped their shoulders in unison, and he ran across the sand towards the next cliff of black jagged rocks. Being taller, he had longer more spindly legs, perfect for running, even if it was on a rather tough environment like the warm volcanic sands of MacKenzie Beach. He ran and his long hair sailed behind him like the ribbons of a flag. He ran and the sea spray washed over the dark hair sprouted upon the center of his chest and down his belly. He ran and he could feel the rush between his legs.

He only ran for about a hundred feet when he stopped at the next breaker crashing down before him: the spray showered over him, right as he spotted the small tiki bar up on the black cliff up ahead of him, and he thought about a virgin Blue Hawai’i for himself and he turned to find Jay and Q right behind him with big beaming smiles on their faces.

“Oh, fuck!” He let out a big hearty laugh, and he ran his hands over the wet crown of his head. Water dripped down his forearms and onto his trunks.

“Do you need a towel, baby?” Jay asked him once they came within earshot.

“Nah, I could use a drink, though.” He gestured back to the cliff. “Virgin Blue Hawai’i, if they’ve got it.” And Jay strode up to him and lightly kissed him on the neck. She padded forth to the next path up to the cliff behind them.

Meanwhile, he and Q turned to the ocean behind them right as the waves subsided with the changing tide. He gave his hair a shake and a few tendrils stuck to his forehead and the side of his neck.

“Absolute merman,” Q remarked.

“Merman…” He pressed his hands to his hips, and the right side of his shirt flicked back with the wind: she eyed his hip and the right side of his svelte belly.

“I feel like such an alien to be honest,” he confessed. “In fact, when I joined my band, I felt like a total alien.”

“Why is that?” Q asked him.

“They’re all suburban guys born of the Flower Children and I’m the Jewish boy with the older parents, for one thing,” he explained. “The other thing is my influences are a little more varied. I grew up listening to Kiss and Van Halen as well as Queen and Aerosmith, but also music like Sinatra, Duke Ellington, and classical. Plus, I just always felt like the odd man out. I mean, I have two girlfriends one on each of my arms, for cripes’ sake.”

It was right then he noticed that she was looking down at his exposed hip and the way the sun hit his hipbone and the side of his belly. He showed her a sly smile.

“You like what you see here?” he asked her with a clearing of his throat.

“I do, yeah,” she replied with a licking of her lips. The butterflies welled up in his stomach, and he kept his hands pressed to his hips. He thought back to the times that he had had a crush on a girl before, and he never felt good enough to ask her out because of his gray streak, his round eyebrows, and his bulbous nose. Q crept up to him with the wind through the stray tendrils of her hair and across her shoulders. She rested a hand on his chest, right on the small patch of dark sprigs of hair right in the middle, and she ran her hand down to his belly.

“Have you ever had sex on the beach?” she asked him.

“Me? Can’t say I have.”

“It’s shame because… you look really sexy right now, baby.”

“Where are we gonna do it?” he asked her, and she gestured over to a smooth black stone off to his left.

“On a rock?” He raised his eyebrows at her.

“There’s that or getting sand in places we don’t want it,” she pointed out.

“True.” He looked over to the stone again, smooth and flat from the sea and the wind, and slightly obscured by an alcove of jagged overhanging rocks so no one in the tiki bar or up on the trail could see them. All he hoped for was that nothing would happen to them between that moment and the moment they made their way back up to the trail. He licked his lips and gave his hips a slight sashay as if to entice her, and he strode on over to the stone. Q followed him there, and they were met with a wall of sound there under the alcove.

“Feels good to hear each other,” he declared as he took a seat on the edge of the stone. He spread his legs apart for Q’s view, and she was quick to lunge for the space between his trunks.

“Whoa, what’re you doing?” he demanded.

“What we do best, baby,” she told him as she took a knee before him. He leaned back on his hands so she could see his long lanky beautiful body, so tall and wiry compared to her.

“Let me see you,” she commanded.

“On a public beach, Q? Really?” He shook his head about as if to tease her, and she giggled at him.

“Come on, let me see you! Jay’s gonna be back soon so we should surprise her.”

He gave his hair another shake with his head tilted back: he knew she could see the inside of his throat and the point of his Adam’s apple. Careful not to do anything to the seat of his trunks, he peeled them back for her. His dick was long, smooth, and pale: even slightly chubby, his skin resembled to the stone underneath him in all its perfect silky smoothness. He wasn’t too big or too small, but he could see Q’s nipples erecting inside of her bikini top at the sight of him as if he had a huge fat cock. He reclined back on his hands once again and he spread his legs for her, just so she could have a full view of him.

“So big,” she remarked, and she ran her fingers down the smooth face of it.

“I’m not that big,” he scoffed.

“I think you are,” Q assured him with a wag of her finger. “Very big, and really beautiful, too.”

“I don’t have a huge sausage, though,” he pointed out, and then he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just… not sexy, and people don’t go ape shit about me, either.”

Q gaped at him, and Jay strode up behind her with a silver plate of three cocktails, including that rich blue Curaçao indicative of a Blue Hawai’i. She raised her eye at the sight of him as she came on closer to them.

“What’re we doing?” Jay asked them as she came within earshot.

“You know what he just told me?” Q began.

“What’s that?”

“He said people don’t think he’s sexy,” Q proclaimed, and Jay gaped at that.

“You’re hotter than the lava beds in July, baby doll,” she told him as she set the plate down next to him. “Virgin Blue, just like you asked.”

“Thank you, my dear blue Jay,” he told her, and nothing could deny the feeling in the pit if his stomach. “I just… never really had the courage to ask a girl out. It wasn’t until recently when I finally did.”

“With that old girl you were with?” Jay asked him with a chuckle and a sip of her piña colada, and he saw that her cup was a straight coconut, right off the palm tree.

“She kind of came up to me, though,” he recalled. “And then, I came across you girls and I realized that there was a whole world of sensual pleasures my teenage self could only dream of. I still have that feeling, though, even after what we’ve done together.”

“We’re both here with you right now,” Q insisted with a stroke of his smooth skin. “You’re obviously very sexy. Here, baby—let me and Jay help you. I mean, look at you: you’re nice and big, just right for both of our pussies.”

“I’m not that big, though,” he repeated again.

“Nah, I say you’re of good size,” she insisted to him. “If you aren’t of good size, would I be able to do this?” She wrapped her fingers around the length of his dick and gently stroked him to get him going. He leaned further back from the feeling: medium length dick or not, they were going to make him grow.

“I have seen your dick through your jeans,” Jay noted with another sip. “How they seem to hug your hips and make your crotch seem bigger than it is. I remember the first time I saw it—it was when you were up on stage.”

“I’m usually in a good mood on stage,” he pointed out with a smile, and then he let out a low whistle and lay down on his back as Q fondled him with two hands. He lifted his hands off the sand underneath him and flexed his toes from the feeling: he may have been bigger than the two of them but he was about to be made into jelly at the loving touch of their hands on his body. He then lifted his head for a look down at his dick as it rose up from his body: he needn’t a big one to feel big.

“You’re really big and hot, baby,” Q assured him, and she climbed onto the stone next to him and she sat down on top of him as if to ride Amazon with him. But instead, she straddled his waist: she parked her bikini-clad ass right in front of his dick to where it lightly brushed against the smooth silken fabric. “Bad boy, you should get a punishment of sorts.”

“And what would that be?” he grunted out as his head rested down upon the stone. She never replied as she leaned forward and kissed his chest. Jay stood right behind her and put her lips around his burgeoning erection. He could feel the crispness of the coconut, the pineapple, and the rum on his skin from the work of her tongue.

He looked on at Q as she stripped off her bikini top: he knew there was a nude beach somewhere in Hawai’i but he needn’t be there to see her breasts out in the open. He was certain it was his own mind tricking him but Q’s breasts seemed a lot bigger than usual, to where he parted his lips at the sight of her as well as Jay’s lips on his dick. He craned his neck to see that Jay too had taken her top off. All three of them, so big and ready for another round there on the beach.

“Now you’re pretty big,” he sputtered, slightly disoriented. “You and Jay both. You girls have such nice big… fucking tits.” He swallowed and locked his gaze onto Q’s bare breasts in all of their creaminess; Jay lingered off to his side on her knees with one hand on his swelling dick and one hand on her piña colada: her dark nipples were already tight and pointed, ready for his fingers and his lips. But he was being dominated. He may have towered over the two of them but they were taking him down a bit. Q picked up his hand and brought it to her left breast: his fingers crept across the areola and the surface, but he couldn’t hold her all the way.

“It won’t fit—” he choked out. “Even with my big hands.”

“I’ll make it fit,” she whispered to him, and she nudged her nipple underneath his fingers some more so he could have a handful of her flesh, every inch of her in his hand. He fondled her with the pulsation of his fingers, and then he raised his hand to do the same to her right breast. Q gyrated her hips atop his waist, and he realized that she was getting off to the hair on his belly: she breathed harder from that rough feeling on her lips, through the fabric of her bikini bottom. Jay continued to fondle him, and that time with both hands. 

A full threesome there on the beach, out of sight, and he finally let a little bit bleed from the tip onto Jay’s fingers; Jay herself was triumphant, such that she traded places with Q, who came just as quick. Jay never let go of her drink as she treated him to the same thing, right on the line of hair in his belly.

She let out a low whistle and leaned down to his face for a kiss on his nose.

“Fucking hell,” was all he could muster.

“Your drink’s waiting for you, you good boy, you,” she whispered to him right as another wave rolled up to the beach behind them.

#‘eat it. eat it. dip in some water and then eat it whole.’ #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 15 #day 15 #kink tag #kink tumblr #smut #smut warning #love is not enough #love is not enough fanfic #fanfic #fanfic writing #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #alex skolnick #testament band #testament fanfic #testament #oc tag #also on ao3 #text

[disneyparktournament]

Here is the bracket:

Group 1 - The Frontier

Barnabas T Bullion (Big Thunder Mountain) vs Jason Chandler (Big Thunder Mountain)

Big Al (Country Bear Jamboree) vs Henry (Country Bear Jamboree)

Billy the Goat (Big Thunder Mountain) vs Rocky, Mother Lode, & Nugget (Big Grizzly Mountain)

Constance Hatchaway (Haunted Mansion) vs Melanie Ravenswood (Phantom Manor)

Hatbox Ghost (Haunted Mansion) vs Hitchhiking Ghosts (Haunted Mansion)

Ghost Host (Haunted Mansion) vs The Phantom (Phantom Manor)

Madame Leota (Haunted Mansion) vs Mayor (Phantom Manor)

Sun Bonnet Trio (Country Bear Jamboree) vs Swamp Boys (America Sings)

Group 2 - The Future

Cynthia Lair (Body Wars) vs Go Go Scientist (Spaceship Earth)

Dreamfinder (Journey into Imagination) vs Nigel Channing (Honey, I Shrunk the Audience)

Figment (Journey into Imagination) vs Kimballum Horriblus (World of Motion)

Grant Seeker (Dinosaur) vs John (Carousel of Progress)

Officer Zzzzyxxx (Star Tours) vs Sonny Eclipse (Cosmic Ray’s Starlight Cafe)

R-3X (Star Tours) vs Seeker’s Puppet (Dinosaur)

Robot Butler (Horizons) vs SMRT-1 (CommuniCore)

Timekeeper (Le Visionarium) vs Tom Morrow (Innoventions)

Group 3 - Adventure

Albert Awol (Jungle Cruise - Magic Kingdom) vs Nigel Greenwater (Jungle Cruise - Disneyland Park)

Albert Falls (Jungle Cruise) vs Merriweather Adam Pleasure (Adventurer’s Club)

Albert the Monkey (Mystic Manor) vs Prison Dog (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Alberta Falls (Jungle Cruise) vs Paco (Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Crystal Skull)

Fortune Red (New Orleans Square) vs Shrunken Ned (Adventureland)

Harrison Hightower III (Tower of Terror) vs Henry Mystic (Mystic Manor)

Mara (Indiana Jones Adventure) vs Q’arác (Roaring Rapids)

Mary Oceaneer (Disney Cruise Line) vs Redd (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Group 4 - Fantasy

Bill McKim (Test Track) vs Patrick (Soarin’)

Betty (Expedition Everest) vs Harold (Matterhorn Bobsleds)

Buzzy (Cranium Command) vs Chuuby (Runaway Railway)

Chandu (Sindbad’s Storybook Voyage) vs Small World Cactus (It’s a Small World)

George (Cinemagique) vs Sage of Time (Tapestry of Nations)

Ice Gator (Blizzard Beach) vs Lagoona Gator (Typhoon Lagoon)

Jose (Enchanted Tiki Room) vs Orange Bird (Sunshine Tree Terrace)

Monorail Voice (Monorail) vs Skyliner Voice (Skyliner)

(Characters are listed by the attraction they first appeared in)

#disney parks #disney #disneyblr #tumblr contest #tumblr polls #disneyland resort #walt disney world #disney world #disneyland paris #tokyo disney resort #hong kong disneyland #shanghai disneyland

[gold738]

Royal Pines Resort - Gold Coast Australia

The Gold Coast Australia is world renowned for its glorious year round sub-tropical climate and easy going atmosphere. The region is blessed with superb pristine beaches washed by the azure Pacific Ocean. The sun always seems to be shining down on the tanned and happy worshipers who are able to enjoy the many pleasures of this part of Queensland virtually twenty-four seven. It is no surprise that when it comes to fun in the sun with a difference; and the Pines Resort Gold Coast is the place to be.

This part of Queensland is between Brisbane in the North and Sydney in the South. It is numbered about sixth in terms of its size in the whole of Australia, and has a standing population of five hundred thousand, which expands greatly at peak vacation times.

There are lots of amenities and attractions not least of which is the renowned Surfers Paradise. It truly is paradisaical too because it boasts great surf most of the time. Not surprising that surfing fans congregate here from all around the globe. Leaving the beaches behind and entering into the interior one will find several national parks like Lamington and Tamborine, which are world Heritage protected.

The many hiking trails that stretch into the interior for miles through the rain forest are perfect for walking jogging or simply strolling and enjoying the scenery. At several points you will notice lookouts where you can enjoy the most amazing vistas to the far distant Pacific Ocean.

Just a few of the amenities are Theme Parks such as Sea World, Dreamworld, Wet and Wild, and Movie World. These are all situated in the suburb of Southport. Here you will discover many excellent dining, night life and sporting facilities are.

There are of course many fine resort hotels on the Gold Coast. One of the finest is the five star Pines. It is a truly magnificent resort hotel, glistening calico against verdant sleekly groomed gardens of nearly five hundred acres. This three hundred plus roomed establishment is one of Queensland's largest and most luxurious. It is highly recommended for couples, business people on conventions and wedding parties in particular Surfers Paradise .

The awesome facilities on offer include; four ethnic restaurants, a massive convention centre, top grade day spa, state of the art health club, both indoor and outdoor swimming pools, concierge, twenty four hour front desk, lifts, ATM, bar/lounge, and the famous championship golf course, used by the likes of Jack Nicklaus. The choice of cuisine is breathtaking; you can decide between; Mexican food, German, Greek, Chinese, Thai, Italian, Indian, Chinese, Irish,

The list goes on. Of course, if you simply feel like the gastronomically delights of the pizza hut, bakery, pie shop, buffet bar etc. It is all available right on your doorstep!

If you are looking for a holiday that is totally unique the Gold Coast Australia based at the Pines Resort Gold Coast or somewhere else is certainly an excellent choice. You can choose from a relaxing holiday lazing on the beach topping up your suntan or a more active sporting vacation. The choice is yours, and if there is one problem you will have it is the happy one of deciding just which delightful slice of the Gold Coast pie you want!

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Patchy!!! Congrats on 600 lovely <3333

Your event is so cute as always. I really love how creative you are and would love to trade with you!!

I offer you this fic but also this series (bc I couldn’t decide) for one Rose Bottle of Diegesis if you’ve still got some in stock, please and thank you <33

Me and shoyo, depending on our mood, will either go on dates that are relaxing like a picnic and walk at the park/along the beach or on dates that are more upbeat like going to an arcade/theme park etc bc we’re both adrenaline junkies

My dream date would actually be more on the relaxing side: dinner on a yacht before sunset so that by the time we finish up dessert, we can slow dance and admire each other in the pinks and oranges of the sunset and then lay a blanket down and stargaze together

Hello Amira, I thank you kindly for your sweet and congratulatory words, I too am quite happy to have reached this milestone - even more so to have reached it with a friend such as you by my side 💛

And what wonderful offerings you have given me, I am quite blessed to be given such wonderful potions to enjoy. I can only hope my brew can measure up to what you have procured.

Now please, sit and get comfortable. I have a very special brew just for you.🔮

“Wanna walk along the Pier after?”

Shoyo’s voice rang out to out, ultimately pulling you out of the scene state your mind had found itself, though not in a bad way, as you turned your gaze from view in the park towards his handsome face; slowly lowering the tiny paper cup that held your sparkling water.

You were currently lounging on a picnic blanket - with a beautiful spread of sandwiches, salads, and a few pastry desserts neatly spread in front of you - in a secluded part of your local park; one that was so well maintained with flower beds and hedges that you couldn’t help but feel at ease instantly.

The picnic was Shoyo’s idea, the man who pulled you out of your thoughts as you mindlessly gazed at nothing in particular. A spur of the moment idea that had come to him days prior, one he spent a few days prepping for with excited fever as he awaited the weekend, a day you would have off from work where he could take you out for a lovely little picnic.

“Just like in all the stories and shows we in to!” 

He exclaimed as you walked in on him making a potato salad; asking you to taste test it for him to ensure it was good enough. Your heart couldn’t help but melt when you heard all of it - ultimately finding a new way to fall in love with him once more.

Just like now, as he waited excitedly for your response to take a sunset stroll along the pier; you let out a little giggle at his eager expression, unable to help yourself, as you gingerly set your cup down on a stable part of the ground.

“I would love that” You replied, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth “and I love all of this, thank you baby.”

“The pleasure really is all mine, after all, I have the cutest partner to take on this date” Shoyo hummed back, eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before he sprung back to life 

“Now, if we hurry and pack up we can see the sunset over the ocean!”

A potion for a potion, I hope this pleases you 🔮

#picnics are such a wonderful little outing and date #and I can totally see Shoyo taking you on many #you both are so cute #thanks for stopping by Amira and wanting to play #it makes my heart warm to see lovely people like you in my askbox #and participating in my little games 💛 #so thank you again #🔮.the peddler answers #🔮.darling traveler amira #🔮.a peculiar 600 follower event