#then again maybe they just didn't look as hard unless it was *really* obvious back then . it was like. what. 2000? a couple years later

[july-19th-club]

me age seven being sat down in front of the school’s district child psych lady and being given strange, simple spatial puzzles to solve and then long, complicated worksheets and hammering my way through them at the speed of light while having zero comprehension what their purpose was or why i was here: this is urgent! i have to get a good grade in Weird Puzzles, Or Else, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,

#kjalkjsdalkjasdl mrs button was a nice lady but not one adult in my childhood ever seemed to notice what to me now seems like #a pretty obvious case of the autisms #then again maybe they just didn't look as hard unless it was *really* obvious back then . it was like. what. 2000? a couple years later #everybody was talking about autism but not when i was six or seven then it was usually just when it was Very Visible #a couple years later my cousin who's more visibly on the spectrum than me got her diagnosis so young that she's pretty much always had it #which is...well i think it's just made her life difficult in a different way. people underestimate her or don't treat her like she's her age #but then she's always had the opportunity to get accommodations and people are sometimes more forgiving when she can't do something #whereas i got labeled 'kid that should be ahead of the game' from a pretty young age and then when i struggled adults either ignored it #or it was just a huge hassle to them and even i could see it exasperated them to have to work around me #but because mrs button (nice lady but what were you thinking) hadn't told them to treat me like a kid with a developmental disorder #they didn't do that in good OR bad ways . so i never got any accommodations with school stuff i struggled with which was a fair bit #i wasn't supposed to need extra testing time in a quiet room or tutoring with math or help organizing my abysmally scattered things #the only time i DID get that was in sixth grade when i was sort-of friends with this kid jonathan who was Very On The Spectrum #he wasn't really a talker unless it was about whatever he was reading which suited me fine so we just kind of existed in each other's space #and his TSS was this very smart and nice lady who had clearly clocked that Something Was Going On With Me and even though it wasn't like #her JOB she made a little bit of time for me. mostly with emotional stuff (i think i was under the impression she was a therapist?) #but if i had some problem with being unable to keep friends or being frozen out by the kids i wanted to be liked by (happened often) #she'd be able to just like. be there she'd make the time . wish i could remember her name

[foxy-eva]

Lavender & Lace

Summary: Spencer didn't know how much fun going shopping with his girlfriend would be

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut 

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) lingerie, semi-public sex (in a dressing room), almost getting caught, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex

Word Count: 1.6k

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When you initially asked Spencer to come shopping with you, he expected to see you in different options for new work attire, maybe some casual clothes as well. What he hadn't expected was you grabbing one piece of very alluring lingerie after the other with the prospect of letting him see you wearing each of them. 

Spencer, currently standing right behind you, was holding four different types of bras for you while you inspected some more underwear that would leave very little to the imagination. 

With a smirk spread over your face, you wondered, "What do you think about this one?"

"Uhm…," was all Spencer had to say to that. 

It was getting harder by the second for Spencer to not imagine you wearing all those tempting clothing options. He knew that if he'd allow his mind to wander that things could get very inappropriate very quickly. There was no denying the disadvantages of the male anatomy when it came to impure thoughts in a public place. 

"I think I'll just have to try on everything!" You chirped as you grabbed your boyfriend's hand to lead him to the fitting rooms. 

When you wanted to pull him into the confined space, Spencer hesitated, asking, "You want me to go in there with you?"

"I need to know what you think." Pointing at the clothes Spencer was still holding for you, you added, "Unless you want me to walk out of the dressing room for everyone to see me wearing this."

After contemplating his options for a split second, Spencer stepped into the changing room with you and closed the curtain behind him. Sitting down on the little chair in the corner, he handed you the first bra to try on. You were quick to undress and noticed how Spencer's cheeks began glowing once your chest was exposed. 

It was obvious how hard he tried to be respectful but he couldn't help but shyly take a glimpse of your curves. You found his reaction endearing, especially knowing how different he usually was when he saw you naked in another context. 

"Spencer, you have seen them a million times," you giggled.

He found your eyes and corrected you, "It's only been 158 times. And I still can't believe how beautiful you are."

For a moment you tried to recount if this number could be accurate but you knew Spencer never made a mistake when it came to math. You almost wanted to tell him that you couldn't believe he knew the exact number but the truth was, you weren't surprised at all. 

Spencer's eyes followed every one of your moves a lot more blatantly than before as you tried on the first piece of clothing. You started with the most modest one, a bra with a color similar to your skin tone you could wear in your everyday life. Your boyfriend almost seemed relieved when you picked that one to try on first. 

"It works but it's not really what I'm looking for," you said as you reached back to unclasp it. 

Once again Spencer's eyes fell to your chest and you couldn't help but laugh, "My eyes are up here."

"Sorry," he mumbled, his entire face colored in a lovely rosy shade. 

You reached for a more alluring piece of lingerie, something you thought Spencer would really like on you. 

As you brushed over the lavender-colored lace, you announced, "I think I'll try that one next."

Spencer audibly gulped before clearing his throat but he didn't say anything. Once the bra was in place, you noticed how thin the fabric was. It was barely covering the curve of your breast and your nipples were visible. Nothing you owned came even close to how daring this bra was. 

Spencer noticed that, too. 

He also noticed how his pants suddenly got a lot tighter, his attempt to keep his thoughts decent failed at last. His mind raced to a image of you wearing that piece of lingerie together with a matching pair of panties that he would just push aside to fuck you. 

The soft tone of your voice brought him back to reality. "Could you help me adjust the straps?" 

He got up from the chair, aware that he was unable to hide the bulge in his pants from you. At this point he had already abandoned his hope to be able to keep up a decent demeanor. 

"Looks like you really like this one," you purred once you noticed. 

Spencer stood behind you, finding your eyes in the mirror. 

"I do," he confirmed. "I love that color on you." 

When his fingertips made contact with the skin of your back, a shiver ran down your spine. He was quickly done with adjusting the straps of the bra but let his hands linger anyway. His eyes were dark and filled with lust, a look you usually only got to see when you were alone with him. 

"What are you thinking?" You breathed as if it wasn't obvious. 

Still acting too reserved for your liking, he answered,"I'd rather not say."

You didn't let go just yet, encouraging him to speak his mind by saying, "No need to be shy."

Spencer leaned down to find your ear, his breath feeling hot against your neck when he groaned, "I'm thinking about what I want to do later."

One of your hands reached back to feel his hardness through his pants, whispering, "Why wait?" 

"We're in public," he reminded you as he removed your hand despite his desperation to find some relief. 

Your hands flew to your pants, undoing them as you cooed, "Guess I'll have to be quiet then." 

Spencer looked at you in disbelief, clearly hesitating to bring to action what both of you longed for. Once your pants dropped to the floor, there was no more holding back. He pressed himself against your back and let his hands wander over your body. One of them made contact with the curve of your breasts, brushing over the thin lace of the bra until your peaks hardened. 

The other hand descended down your stomach until his fingertips carefully parted your folds to access your most sensitive spot. He teased you for a few moments until he was certain you were ready for him. With a firm push against your shoulder he slightly bent your body until your palms met the mirror. 

His mouth found your ear once more, breathing, "One sound and I'll stop."

When you heard the sound of him undoing his belt, you felt like you might lose your mind. Gone was any trace of the shy man who barely dared to take a look at the lingerie you picked out. The way he let his eyes roam over your figure now excited you more than you could put into words.

Through the mirror you watched him spit in his palm to give himself a few strokes. You stood on your tiptoes and tilted your hips a little more to give him access to your body. He didn't hold back in the slightest, pushing into you with one swift motion while his mouth kissed along your neck. Biting down on your own lips, you tried your best to hold back the moans that usually escaped your mouth in moments like this. 

The sensation of creating such an intimate moment in an almost public setting like this was too much for you to handle. Usually Spencer took his time with you, teasing you with slow thrusts until you begged for more. Today was different. He pushed into you with purposeful motions, making it clear that he wanted you to fall over the edge within just a few moments. 

You locked eyes with him through the mirror and admiring the rosy shade spread all over his cheeks and neck. It was obvious how much he was enjoying this moment, almost forgotten was the possibility that someone could disturb the two of you. 

Until you heard a stranger's voice from the other side of the curtain. 

Spencer instantly stopped moving while placing his hand over your mouth. You were sure that this would be the end of your encounter, making you abandon your mission before either of you had found relief. But your boyfriend just listened and waited with a lot more patience than you'd expected. 

It appeared that the stranger was talking to someone else and soon walked away from their place right in front of your dressing room. When he was sure that nobody knew about the lewdness happening behind the curtain, Spencer began moving again, harsher and quicker than before. 

"You better hurry or we'll get caught," he whispered before kissing the side of your face.

He kept his hand on your mouth, not fully trusting you to stay quiet. It proved to be the right choice once you entered a state of pure bliss, the sounds of your pleasure muffled by Spencer’s hand pressed against your lips. The second he felt you pulsing around his hardness, he let go as well. He shared your warmth with you until neither of you had anything left to give. 

When your bodies parted, the remains of your shared desire began dripping down your thighs. Spencer was quick to hand you a tissue from your purse and helped you clean up any evidence of impropriety.

Once both of your pants were back in place, Spencer found your eyes and softly asked, "Are you okay?"

Smiling at him, you nodded, "Yes, are you?" 

"Yeah but…," he paused and placed his hands on your waist, gently moving them up until they brushed over the purple lace of the bra. "I think I'll need to see you wearing that again at home." 

"That can be arranged," you snickered. "I'm pretty sure there's also a matching pair of panties." 

After placing a kiss on your lips, Spencer chuckled, "I can’t wait to see that."

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[shortstrawberry]

OKAY HI can I please request a oneshot of possessive Donna/mc being all fluffy and wholesome and possessive because mc finished their exams and they haven't seen each other for a while because of exam season? Please and thank you ♥️

"I'm back--oof!"

You had barely stepped into the flower shop before you were glomped by a figure clad in black. Well, someone is really happ to see you.

You knew Donna must probably be waiting for your exam to finish and you to come back, but you didn't exactly expect to be greeted this way.

You hugged Donna back, your arms encircling her waist, clutching at her black shirt. You felt the older woman's arms tightening around you in response.

"Cazzo, fuck. I missed you dolcezza. I missed you so much"

Donna nuzzled her nose against your neck, burying her face in your shoulder. God, you could almost melt in this woman's arms. She's as warm as the sunlight that shines in the greenhouse every morning.

Knowing how tough Donna is beneath her oversized clothes, you squeezed her as tight as you can. After being away from her for over two weeks, you just want to make a home inside her and never leave.

"I told you I could visit in between. But you refused!"

Donna groaned against your neck, before peppering several needy kisses against your skin there.

"I know, I know, and I regretted every single time I refused, Dolcezza. But I needed to make sure you do well in your exam."

"Why? What harm would one visit have done?"

Donna pulled back, looking down at you with a gleam in her gray eyes.

"I would never have let you go back, Dolcezza. We can't have that during your exam, right?"

Aah, yes. Its getting harder and harder for your florist to let you go back to the dorm. Hell, it's hard for you to sleep alone in your dorm bed. You miss the warmth of your broody dollmaker. You know it's only a matter of time when you yourself move into Donna's little cottage.

You reached up to kiss Donna's lips in thanks. Despite her obvious desire for you to stay around her, she would always put your studies above her. You adore just how sweet and selfless Donna is.

"Thank you for your patience. But I'm here now, and not going anywhere."

Donna pulled you closer, a slow mischievous smile coming on her full lips.

"Careful with your words, love. I might take them seriously."

You kiss her again, this time longer than before.

"I want you to take them seriously."

Donna blinked, and you swear you see tears in the corner of her beautiful eyes. You immediately cup her face in your hands, your eyes looking up at her in concern.

"Donna? What's wrong?"

The older woman shook her head to assure you, but you didn't miss the slight wobble of her lips.

"It's nothing, dolcezza."

You refuse to believe that.

"C'mon, it cannot be nothing. Tell me."

Donna's shoulders finally sagged, and her hands curled on your back.

"It's just, I thought you'd never come back. Every single day for the past two weeks, I waited in front of the door, hoping to see just a glimpse of your face. So, to finally have you back in my arms, it's a joy unlike any other. Impazzirò di gioia, dolcezza."

You wanted to remind your precious wallflower that you had texted Donna every single morning and night. But you know that isn't the same reassurance for Donna. For some reason, unless and until you're in front of Donna's eyes, she would believe that you'll leave any time.

You wonder just what makes your strong florist so insecure. But now is not the right time. Maybe sometime later, when you both are together under the same sheets.

For now, you will reassure her with words you always say to her.

"I'll come back to you. I'll always come back to you, sweetheart."

Donna pressed her lips against you, whispering on your mouth.

"Always?"

You hummed against her, letting yourself fall against the florist.

"Always."

#resident lover #donna beneviento #requests open #resident evil village #wlw #anons welcome #resident evil #possessive Donna #fluff

[sizzlinbaconpeach]

I'm sorry but it's ridiculous that you ship them romantically unless there are pictures of Jill and Chris like this, they're just partners and friends in arms and they don't have feelings for each other.

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Hello! I do not want to start any shipping wars. So, please do not see my replies as an attack on you or your ship. I'm simply sharing what I see in the ship that I enjoy as an explanation to your questions. No hard feelings. I respect your perspective, but I hope you can respect that I have a slightly different one. I fully admit, I want to ship them (Valenfield) romantically, but I can also see them as just work partners and friends.

That's what I like about their relationship - they've worked together for so many years that, in my mind, they practically act like they're married. BUT, I do see how others don't see them as romantically involved (especially since it seems Capcom likes to drop subtle hints and then gaslight them later XD). I haven't seen the newest CGI film (yet), but I bet it just keeps their relationship pretty platonic (which I anticipate).

It's just a pairing that I grew to love as I delved into the RE universe.

RE5 in particular made me ship them haaarrrrdd. They both fought for each other so desperately and it breaks my heart just thinking about it. And it didn't really hit me until I took the time to think about what they've both been through and how much they mean to each other. When I first played RE5 I didn't really understand it. It wasn't until I looked into their history a little more and then read a lot of the surrounding media (like the in game character files, etc) that it struck me just how intertwined Chris and Jill are and have always been in the franchise - then I started shipping them pretty hard.

The first time I watched their reunion scene in RE5, after gaining this new insight, I was trying my best to hold back tears. Like, she died for him and suffered mind-control to save him. And he was the one that freed her from it. He never stopped looking for her (Kind of like the classic lovers trope of knowing the other is alive).

And then the flood gates opened as Chris left the elevator all sad after leaving Jill's side. It was just so obvious to me how much it hurt Chris to have to leave Jill again after searching for her for years.

To me, the writers make it pretty clear just how much Valenfield mean to each other - the real purpose for Chris to even be in Africa was to find Jill. I guess there is a tragedy to their relationship that I can appreciate. Like... how different their lives might have been if bio-terrorism was never a threat. Or at least, if it didn't continually screw with their lives. I can't help but feel like maybe they would have pursued a relationship with each other if things hadn't become so hectic. But instead they were stuck in this 'not the right time' sort of limbo because they have to focus on taking down the next threat. And instead of them being able to enjoy some of their successes in the fight, they come out more battered and bruised. More broken than before. And that's just really sad.

I'm obviously not going to convince you (and that's okay!) as you must have your own preferred ship, but, since this is my blog, I'm going to share more potential romantic (and canon) Valenfield:

Also, some quotes from an official RE5 Japanese guidebook:

"...Chris' chest is filled with an indescribable emptiness. Many comrades have been sacrificed to repair the errors of fools. Even if the world is saved, these friends will never return. He had lost his irreplaceable former partner." "...Chris is staring hard at a statue of a sleeping beauty. He's like a person looking at his lover through a mirror, where the other side of the mirror is a different dimension. [regarding the picture of Jill in a Tricell test tube] ... Despite that, Chris is able to recognize the person. He has been chasing this lead all the while, just so he can repair the missing piece of his heart. This can't be a mistake, nor an illusion. This is a fact."

Indescribable emptiness? Irreplaceable? Looking at his lover? Missing piece of his heart?? Well slap me upside the head and shake the Valenfield outta me, but that's some pretty strong love language if you ask me.

And again, it's totally okay if you don't ship them! I can totally see how they could just be close partners, and you can enjoy whatever ship you'd like.

I only hope I can help you understand a little better why I like the Valenfield ship. And yes, I do admit I'm probably a little too fanatical about it. Sorry ;; BONUS:

#answer #valenfield #this ship makes me feel things T-T #however you view them - they have a strong bond

[eratolasting]

hiii! can i request eddie smut where he finds sex toys in your room and like uses them on reader/punishes them? thank u!

Summary: Eddie finds your box of toys and decides to use one on you.

Warnings: Smut, pet names, oral, sex toys, mentions of past sex.

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

You were lounging on your bed, laying on your belly as you flipped through a history textbook and neatly wrote notes on the pad of paper next to it. Your midterm was coming up and you were nervous about it. So, you wanted to make sure you jotted down all relevant information from the book and maybe, somehow, it would become ingrained in your mind. 

"I told you college was a bad idea. Look at where I am." Eddie teased you from his spot in your closet. He had gotten bored waiting for you to get finished, so he decided to take it upon himself to look through your things. 

You didn't care. You had nothing to hide. Not really. 

Unless he looked under your bed. 

But, you were distracted. 

"Shut up, Munson. You know I can't just do what I want, like you. I have to get a degree for it." And you would work damn hard for it, too. 

"I know, I know." He rolled his eyes as he pulled out a pair of your old panties. 

"Holding out on me, babe." He teased, shaking them.

"I wear those when I'm on my period." You told him, rolling your eyes. 

He laughed and put them back. 

You scribbled down another few notes, totally entranced in what you were doing before you noticed him holding the box you kept under your bed. You lurched forward to grab it, but he pulled it out of the way, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, now I really gotta see what's in here." He said, amused, as he inched the lid off. 

"Eddie, please don't -" You whined, your face feeling hot at the thought.  

He smirked at you, "What, princess? Got your porn magazines in here?" He asked.

"No, but Eddie-" You made a grab for it again. But much against your efforts to keep him from opening it, your hand hit the lid off. 

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. 

"Oh, baby…" He cooed softly to you. On the top of the box, you knew, were polaroids of him, spent after sex. There were even a few he had taken while fucking you. And you definitely used those. 

"You use these pictures to get off, don't you? You missing me in the middle of the night when I can't be here to fuck your little pussy raw?" He teased you, his voice pitching a little deeper. 

It was obvious the thought turned him on. 

You nodded, swallowing thickly.  

He put the polaroids aside and pulled out a shirt, one of his shirts and he grinned at you. But it shortly fell after his eyes caught on what was hidden underneath the shirts. His brows raised and his brown doe eyes widened. 

You groaned, embarrassed, as he dropped the shirt on the bed and pulled out a bright pink toy. 

He swallowed, for once not saying anything as he dug through the box. It was like he had to find everything in there or else he was going to die. 

"Shit, babe." He finally spoke. He looked at you with a cocky smirk. "I knew you touched yourself, but I didn't know you used this stuff."

"Eddie, just put it away." You whined to him.

"Oh, no, no. If you think these things can satisfy you like I do-"

"I don't, I don't." You said quickly. 

"-then I think we're just gonna have to use them."

You blinked at him, and swallowed. 

"Put your stuff away, baby." He said to you gently, as he picked the pink dildo back out of the box and grabbed a small bottle of cooling lube from it.  

You obediently shut your book and placed it on your bedside table with the notepad. 

He put everything else back in the box and climbed onto your bed, pressing the tip of the dildo against your lips. You parted them, taking it into your mouth.

"Not as big as me. I know you can't fuck yourself like I do, baby." 

You moaned softly around the toy as he slowly fucked it in and out of your mouth. You knew he was right. The toy wasn't as big as him, nor could you make yourself cum like he could. 

"Good girl.." he hummed, shoving the dildo a little deeper into your mouth. You relaxed your mouth and throat, taking it deep. Your hands were clenched into fists in your lap. 

You were, shamefully, wet from this. Heat flooding between your legs as he slid it as far as it would go into your mouth, making you gag softly. 

Finally, after a while, he gave in the torture and pulled it from your mouth. He leaned in and kissed your lips, so hard your teeth clashed together. 

"Take your panties off, slut." He growled to you, and ever obedient you did, sliding them off of your legs from beneath your skirt. You tossed them away and took a breath as he pressed you down onto your back. 

"Bend your knees." 

You did, bending your knees up and spreading your legs for him. 

He licked his lips as he looked straight at your core. You knew what he was thinking about, and you wished he'd do it. You wished he would devour your pussy and make you cum. 

But, he had other plans. 

He flicked open the bottle of lube and poured it over the dildo, then used his hand to spread it over it. He dropped the bottle of lube to the side and placed the tip of the toy against your folds. 

"You're already so wet. Who knew you were such a little slut? Hm? Getting wet for a cock that's not mine." 

He slapped your thigh, and you cried out, grasping at the duvet on your bed. He slapped your other thigh for good measure, and since you had been expecting that one you didn't cry out nearly as loudly. 

You could feel the tingle from the cooling lube he'd put on the dildo as it brushed over your folds and over your clit, making you jolt forward slightly. 

"God, look at you." He tsked. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you, baby."

"Please, Eddie," You whined. At this point you didn't care if it was him or the dildo, you just needed something inside of your aching cunt. 

He chuckled down at you and finally let it slide inside of you. You gasped, feeling the lube cool your hot insides. Your back arched. 

"Fuck, look at you take this, baby. So good…such a needy pussy." 

You moaned as he pulled it out and pressed it back into you before finding a slow, deep pace. His other hand reached up and started rubbing your clit. 

Your toes curled, and you pressed your thighs together. 

"Ah, ah, princess. Let me see." He told you. 

Slowly, you let your legs open up again, and he chuckled down at you. 

"This thing doesn't spread you as good as I do, huh? You still feel empty, baby?" He asked, as he pumped it a little faster into you. 

"Yes!" You cried out, "Fuck, yes, I'm empty, please Eddie-" 

He hummed, tilting his head to the side. "I dunno, baby, I think this is all you deserve." 

You felt like you could cry.

His fingers toyed with your clit like he was playing a guitar solo on it. Your hips jolted upwards. 

"I think this is all you get, baby. Since you think you can fuck yourself as good as I do."

This was torture. 

You clamped down on the toy, trying to feel fuller. It didn't work. It just made your insides ache for him more. 

"I felt that, baby." He chuckled, and leaned down to kiss you softly. "C'mon, you know I'm just playing with you. But I want to see you cum on this toy. Wanna see what you look like when you fuck yourself." 

You swallowed thickly and nodded, relaxing onto the bed as he sped up both hands. Your eyes fluttered shut.

"Shit, look at me." He hissed. 

Your eyes snapped open and fell on his. You panted softly, your heart racing. His eyes were always so fucking pretty. You thought you could die and be happy.

He shifted the toy slightly, and you cried out loudly as it pressed into that spongy patch inside of you. Your back arched as he relentlessly fucked into it with the toy. 

"That's it baby, c'mon." He praised you. "You can do it. You can cum for me."

You nodded, biting your lip hard as he continued fucking you, egging you on. 

Finally, finally, you got released, the knot in your belly snapping as heat flooded. You saw stars for a moment as you moaned and cried out his name. He always fucked you so fucking good. 

Even with toys. 

#thanks for the request! #i had fun with this one #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #smut

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Hopeless

Steve x reader, Steve constantly going on dates, tries to make reader jealous by talking about them to her, reader does get jealous but instead of showing it, simply begins distancing herself when she knows he’s been on a date as it hurts to hear it. Steve thinking she doesn’t like him. Her thinking Steve doesn’t like her. Hopeless idiots in hopeless love. Mutual pining. Much idiocy.

Warnings; Angst, mutual pining, fluff.

❤

Yn had been crushing on Steve for as long as she could remember but while she nursed her crush he had proceeded to date plenty of girls while she ended up heartbroken and jealous.

How many times was she going to put herself through this heartache before she got the hint that he would never feel the same?

Every time she had to hear about his dates it hurt more and more and she hated it. Couldn't he see how she felt about him?

She was tired of feeling the sting of unrequited love and so she had slowly begun distancing herself from Steve every time he had a date.

If he found out how she felt it would be so embarrassing. Especially as he didn't feel the same way. All she would do was ruin their friendship and she didn't want that.

Robin had called her and Steve oblivious idiots.

"It's so obvious he feels the same!" Robin told her during their shift at Family Video.

"If he felt the same why not just tell me instead of going on these dates?" She asks Robin frustrated.

God, men could be so confusing with how they acted. If Steve did feel the same why not just say so?

"Look, I don't know why the dingus is doing it. Maybe to make you jealous? Provoke a reaction so you tell him how you feel? You'll never know unless you say how you feel"

And then she ruins everything by finding out he sees her as a friend and only a friend? Not likely.

❤

At home, Steve was in turmoil, no matter how many girls he dated yn didn't seem to care.

He tried to make her jealous to see if she felt the same but the most it did was make her distance herself from him and now he was worried she didn't like him.

He tells all of this to Nancy who looks at him like he's an idiot.

"Steve Harrington. Why do you think that dating other people would be a good idea? If yn does feel the same as you then she is probably confused and thinks that you don't like her back*

Steve shakes his head.

"She doesn't feel the same way Nance, I'm telling you" Nancy mutters to herself, she spent the night discussing this with Robin and they were both sick of yn and Steve dancing around each other's feelings.

"You are both so oblivious I swear". She groans rubbing her forehead.

After another night of listening to the two of them pining, Robin and Nancy had heard enough and when it was yn's shift with Steve they made sure to stay well clear of the store so the two could talk...

Honestly, the two of them would never confess at this rate.

❤

Steve was once again going on about his date and she was beyond sick of hearing about it.

This girl was called Meghan and each word Steve said made her heart more and this time it was hard to keep her emotions under control.

Steve seemed to sense her change of mood straight away and she hastily tried to wipe her tears away.

"Hey? What's wrong?" she stares at him stunned and wonders if he really is that oblivious?

This time she snaps because she is sick of hiding her feelings.

"Do you really not know how I feel about you!" he freezes and his demeanour changes straight away.

"How do you feel about me, sweetheart?" he asks tenderly and wipes her tears away.

"Does it matter? You don't feel the same way, do you? You're always going on dates and talking about the girls and never noticed me"

He gapes.

"Sweetheart, I'm crazy about you. Shit, I should have shown it a different way. I thought if I dated all those girls then you would get jealous. It was stupid, I should have just told you how I felt about you"

She sighs.

"Would have been easier Steve, I didn't think you liked me at all" he softens.

"I should have told you but I'm telling you now, I want to be with you sweetheart". He strokes her cheek and leans into kiss her.

"Finally" they break apart for a millisecond to see Nancy and Robin watching them with relieved looks in their faces.

"Seriously! We were considering an intervention you know" Robin exclaimed and Nancy rolls her eyes.

"Oblivious, totally oblivious both of you" Steve grins.

"Oh, you want to talk about oblivious Nance? What about your crush on..." Nancy glares at him and Robin looks confused.

"Crush on who?" She asks and Nancy shakes her head .

"No one" she replies hurriedly and when they both leave she turns to Steve.

"And they call us oblivious?" Steve says to her amused and she giggles takes his hand and gently pulls him in for a kiss again.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff

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Ok you've written various versions of thIs so I just have to ask... What do you think is Simon and Ambar sexual experience before each other?

Oof, that's a hard question.

If we consider which countries they're both from and the average age in which people usually lose their virginities in those countries, then both of them shouldn't have been virgins by the start of the series (usually those first experiences are around 15 or 16)

BUT we have to consider their personalities too and their backgrounds, because they might not be the average teen.

If we only considered Season 3, then we'd have to say that they were not virgins because there's no fucking way with the sexual tension oozing out of them both. HOWEVER, I feel like a lot of the actors was slipping into the characters during that season, both of them 20-something adults with obvious previous sexual experience, so I feel like judging on Season 3 events would be an statistical mistake.

So, we'd have to judge based on Season 1 and Season 2 alone. In season 1, Ámbar has her 17th birthday, and it is mentioned many times, I believe, that she and Matteo had been dating for a long while previous to the start of the series, so, basing ourselves on that and, like I said, the average age in Argentina, we'd have to assume that Ámbar and Matteo had sex at some point (or, if not p-in-v sex, they at least did a lot of the other stuff that also count as sex)

The only thing that makes me question it is that, you know, Ámbar and Matteo didn't have the closest relationship from what we see in Season 1? Matteo seemed very dismissive of Ámbar and Ámbar looked like she was with him because he was cool and on the same level as her so they made sense as a couple and she loved the idea of them together more than Matteo himself. However, as many of you might know, you don't exactly need to have deeper feelings for someone to have sex with them 😂 And they were hormonal teenagers, so all they really needed was some mutual attraction and the opportunity to be alone (which I assume both of them would have plenty of considering they're portrayed as rich kids who their parents usually leave alone as long as they do well in school and stuff.) Now, would Ámbar want to be that vulnerable with Matteo? You know, the whole letting someone else see you naked and/or literally inside you. I would have to say no, she wouldn't. BUT, again, maybe she just didn't see it that way and it was just sex, just an activity that regular teenagers do with their partners, and I know that the Ámbar back then would want to 'be cool' and look cool in front of her peers, so she would definitely want to have sexual experience because, otherwise, she could look lame, especially if she'd been dating her boyfriend for a long time. It would be 'expected' of them to have sex, and Ámbar would want to meet those expectations.

So, going for that logic, I assume Ámbar did have sexual experience prior to the series. Definitely not an emotionally-based one though.

Now, let's go for Simón.

Simón is older than most characters in the show when it starts (we know because he already finished high school.) Now, it is never stated how old exactly he is (I've seen some magazines give him some age or another but, as I've been informed, those were not official), but we can assume he was either just turned 18 (Like, he turned 18 right before the start of the show) or he turned 19 at some point of season 1 that they didn't show.

If we based ourselves on the average age at which teenagers lose their virginity, and especially MALES, then there's no freaking way he would still be a virgen unless he was considered ugly or incredibly unpopular due to his personality, but I think we can agree he's neither of those things.

HOWEVER, the opposite thing to Ámbar happens here in which I think Simón would only do sexual things with someone he had an emotional connection with. He's shown as this very sensitive, golden retriever guy from the very start of the show, so while I know that that can totally co-exist with a rowdy, extensive sexual history in real life, I just can not believe that it would be the case for him. I just can't picture it.

So it all would come down to, Did Simón have a long-term girlfriend before the show? I gotta say it seems unlikely, because the only ex we're shown is Daniela, which, I believe, is mentioned they only had one summer together?? Or a summer thing that wasn't really a relationship?? You'll have to excuse me if I don't remember that right, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.

I don't think Simón would go all the way with a girl he'd only been seeing for the summer. Sure, it could look 'romantic' in his head, but no way. I think it would seem too fast for him, and he also wouldn't want to get too deeply invested in a relationship that he knew was not going to last beyond the summer.

In addiction to this, we're also led to believe that Simón has been in love with Luna for a looong time and he just hadn't realized it yet. (Whether that's true or if it was everyone's insistence that made him start looking at his feeling for Luna that way, is up to you to decide.) If that's true, maybe that would make it a little difficult for him to have girlfriends ?? Like, maybe that's why he only had short flings during the summer with girls because deep down his heart already belonged to another ???? I have no idea honestly. I do imagine he had crushes and, like I said, short relationships with girls throughout his life (because he's too much of a romantic and too cute for him to NOT have had dates during school and stuff) but I don't think he ever dated one for like a year or something, unless it was like from 14 to 15, or from 15 to 16, I guess that could be possible, and then he had his fling with Daniela in the summer of his 17 year and that would be all.

So. Considering all this. Did Simón have sexual experience before the show? ....A little, maybe. Like I said, p-in-v sex is not the only way to have sex with someone else. Simón could have, I don't know, done some dry-humping with a girlfriend before?? Again, because they're hormonal teenagers and the age at which MALES, specifically, do those things is usually even lower than girls. I think some petting over the clothes during a makeout session is more likely. At much he touched a boob. And at much he received a hand job if he happened to have an experienced older girlfriend, but I think that's it.

Maybe I'm not being realistic enough and I'm picturing him too innocently. (I've received comments in Wattpad from south american readers who are firm believers both Simón and Ámbar had sex before the show because there's no way they would've have at their age.) You'll have to excuse me if you believe that's the case, but I just can't see Simón having sex with someone before the show. Like, with the way his character is portrayed, I just can't see it. And, you know, I'm a 26-year-old girl with a lot of outside knowledge but personally I didn't even kiss anyone during my teenage years, so it's easy for me to imagine others also not doing it 😂 I think the answer to this question you asked me, anon, can differ a lot depending on the personal experience of the person receiving it.

IN SUMMARY. What do I think Simón and Ámbar's sexual experience was before each other? For Ámbar, I think she had sex before. Maybe not all the way but most probably yes. For Simón, I think he was a virgin.

(Again, all of this is not taking season 3 into account because if we did, both of them would obviously not be virgins anymore.)

I don't know what everyone else thinks. Do you agree with me or do you have your reservations? To be clear, it's not like I'm 100% sure of this assessment either. I like to play with all possibilities of this in my fics and I'm not married with an specific headcanon. The analysis I made in this post is only me using logic and trying to be as unbiased as possible, but I'm a human being and I can totally fail.

Thank you for your question, anon. I hope you have a good day 🌷

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[bluestar22x]

Chapter 2

Baby Fever - Chapter 2

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female!(Wife)Reader

Series Summary: It all started with a classic case of baby fever

Rating: 18+ Series

Warnings: Smut, f!receiving oral (only hinted at), infertility concerns

Word Count: 1,437

Author’s Note: Kinda a shorter chapter, but it's a bridge so I wasn't expecting it to be long. Got it done earlier than expected, but I'm not good at waiting to post so here it is.

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"Marcus," you whined loudly, breath hot against his ear.

You were seated on his lap, legs secured around his waist, arms curled over his shoulders, and cheek pressed against his bearded one.

He couldn't see your face, see the wreck he was making out of you as he surged up into you over and over, as you dropped yourself down onto him, matching his pace, but he could hear it loud and clear in the way you spoke his name.

He knew you were close. Knew you as well as he knew himself behind closed doors. The way your breath hitched when you neared your tipping point, the way your pelvic muscles started to tighten.

He swallowed hard as he fought back his own impending orgasm, wanting you to break first, to feel you fall apart on top of him. It was one of his favorite things about being with you this way.

Your grip on his biceps tightened, and you cried out as you came, throwing your head back, eyes squeezed tight, lost in the feeling.

Marcus felt close to losing control watching your face contort with pleasure, but he kept up his pace through your orgasm, thrusting up into you several more times before his hips finally stuttered and he came too, spurting hot inside you with a panted moan.

He pressed his lips to yours as that heavenly feeling of bliss washed over him and he stilled his hips, turned his attention back to kissing you.

Though you'd been together for a good amount of time, he still thought about how lucky he was every time he shared moments like this with you. You were beautiful and sweet and giving. You were clever and insightful. You understood him like no other person ever had, and you had the same goals in life as he did. Most importantly, being with you felt right in every way. It felt like you and him had meant to be together, though he didn't voice it.

He knew you well, had wanted to know everything about you, so he knew something was bugging you when you eventually slipped off his lap and laid back against your pillow. You weren't obvious about it, but your eyes weren't as light as they usually were after making love with him.

He lifted himself up on his knees and crawled over to you, face hovering above yours as he caressed your cheek with the back of one of his hands comfortingly. His brows furrowed and he pursed his lips as he studied your expression. "What's bothering you, honey?"

You shook your head, refusing to meet his eyes. He was sure then that there was something really eating at you. You hardly ever shied from looking him in the eyes unless you were barely keeping yourself together.

"Come on," he encouraged you gently. "I know something's up. Tell me. You know I'll understand."

You sighed deeply and covered your face. "It's silly. I shouldn't be worried like this yet."

"It's not silly if you're worried about it," Marcus reassured you. "What is it?" He had a few guesses, but he didn't want to play that game.

You scrubbed your hands down your face and sighed again. "I just...it's been four months since we started trying, and I'm not pregnant yet."

That had been his first guess. He cupped your jaw. "I get it. I'm anxious too. But you know what your doctor said. It can take a while sometimes."

You nodded your understanding but chewed your lip after. "I know Dr. Harrington said up to six months is normal, even up to a year for someone my age, but I can't help but think something could be wrong with me. Like maybe I can't get pregnant. I mean, it's possible."

"Of course it's possible," Marcus said gently, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "But four months means nothing, sweetie. And even if it did, that doesn't mean it's you. It could be me."

You huffed like that was the most absurd thing you'd heard in a long time, and he chuckled. "It could be though. If we're talking about what's possible."

"How can you be so nonchalant about it?" you inquired. You didn't sound upset about his mindset, rather earnest. Like you wanted to know his secret.

It was his turn to sigh. "I'm not. It's just...we're doing everything right, so I figure what's the point? If something's wrong, if we can't have a kid together like this, we'll deal with it when the time comes. And if there's nothing to be done, it doesn't mean we have to remain childless. You were adopted after all. With my connections, we'd certainly get accepted as potential parents."

"I know," you said quietly, "And I would love adopting a kid, but I'd really like to have this experience with you. Is that selfish?"

Marcus shook his head at you, eyes widening. "No. No, honey. It's not. I want that for you too. For us."

God, did he want it. Wanted to see your eyes light up when you finally got a positive pregnancy test. Wanted to see your belly grow with his child. Wanted to see you holding them to your chest, a smile spreading out on your face as you studied their features, a perfect mix of you and him.

He wouldn't let himself think of the alternative. You'd both cross that bridge later if it needed crossing.

"When is your next period due?" he asked.

You shifted underneath him as you reached for your phone on the night table and pulled up the calendar app. "Tomorrow. Something like that. It's almost never on the exact day. There's always a day or two difference."

"Is it too early to take a test?"

You shrugged as you clicked the phone off. "They recommend waiting a week after your missed period to test. It's why I haven't taken one yet."

"Ah," Marcus hummed. He'd been hoping the test could be done before. That maybe by some kind of long odds you were pregnant right now and you just didn't know it yet. He just wanted your worries to go away. Didn't like seeing you upset.

"I could still take one," you decided, "False negatives are more likely before a missed period, but if it says I'm pregnant, it'd be as accurate as any other time."

"If knowing would help you..." Marcus trailed off.

"It would," you told him, dragging yourself out of bed.

He followed you to the door of the only bathroom in the house and waited outside as you took the test behind the closed door, knowing you couldn't pee with anyone in the same room as you.

He leaned against the wall and fiddled his fingers against his bare thigh. He'd taken a few seconds to slip on the pair of underwear he'd discarded on the bedroom floor an hour ago but was otherwise still undressed. You were still stark naked. You didn't need clothes for this, after all.

You stepped out of the room a few minutes later, shaking your head at him, and he couldn't help but feel crestfallen.

Maybe we're trying too hard," he suggested.

You glanced up at him and cocked an eyebrow. "How?"

"You know, like they say," Marcus began, "Sometimes good things happen when we least expect them to."

"Sooo...," you dragged out the word. "What are we supposed to do? Have less sex?"

Marcus choked a little. "God, I hope not. No, I was more thinking about us not pressuring ourselves. Just living in the moment. Just doing what feels good without considering if it would increase our chances."

"You have something in mind," you concluded, a smile tugging at your lips.

He grabbed you by the hips and dipped his head down to kiss you hard. "I may have a few ideas," he admitted.

He showed you back to your bedroom and pinned you down to the mattress, kissing you hard on the mouth and you deepened it on reception. You kept kissing and your hands roamed each other until your breaths were coming hard and fast.

"What's at the top of your list?" you questioned eventually, chest heaving.

He didn't answer you. Instead, his mouth left yours and wandered lower and lower down your body until he was kissing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

He met your eyes briefly while he was there, and saw the heat, the need in yours. His stomach flipped.

"Do it," you begged, already latching onto the sheets underneath you.

He smiled.

He never could say no to you.

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[rinbowaman]

the everyday sex yeah....im waiting for yn to do another prank on hee (lmao yeah another one) like imposing sex ban with some lame excuse he would die (not really unless) but the pouty baby mode would be activated man would go crazy "can u at tleast watch me while i jerk off?"

lol sorryyyyyyy

i've thought about this concept before, back when i drafted a chapter (i think it was the beginning of MRE...maybe mid?) where y/n had to get a break because she was too sore. THat was when i thought of "what if she told him no more for like a month?" but heethan has his own personality in my head, its like he lives in my mind rent free so when I write, i write the first thing that pops into my head on what he would do....and this is how it went down:

SMALL DRABBLE BELOW: MDNI (Preferably)

Hint of SMUT, SMUT implied, but not descriptive or mentioned in detail. Slight MDNI below:

PS: Just imagine the image with black hair instead of the blonde...i'm not photoshop inclined one bit. lol

His eyes grew wide the moment he took in your words.

'DId she just say ....what i think she just said?'

You stood there remaining steadfast, wanting to see how much grasp you had on this man, considering it was obvious that he was into you beyond what was considered normal obsession, yet you didn't mind, you felt safe, protected, loved, and nurtured because of it.

"Heeseung, i mean it. No more until the end of the month."

you giggled internally, he looked so cute standing before you with his mouth slightly parted, his eyes wide under the shadow of his cap, and his hands at his side, palms facing you as he was presenting total confusion and shock nonverbally.

"And....what makes you think that it's going to happen?" he asks.

"Because i said so."

Little did you know, you made a grave mistake that moment when his head was taken aback by your statement, and the look of shock and confusion was replaced with a laconic one.

"Oh....because YOU said so...hmm....interesting." he remarked.

Walking towards you, you remained still with your arms crossed, wondering why the tension was growing, also...where was the sense of animosity coming from? it was as if the room grew dark.

"Pretty baby....let me explain something for a second..." he states, his eyes dissappeared underneath the hovering of his cap. Step by step, he stands right before you...actually he was too close. His chest grazing against your breasts as his chin faintly rests atop your head as he places both hands on the wall behind you, caging you in on his broad frame.

"You....are so beautiful. You're so dazzling and you're remarkable. You're like nothing I've ever seen before...." he softly issues out as he leans into your ear, softly vocalizing his words up against your hair, your neck, and your helix.

"BUT...." the harshness of the sudden change in his tone as he continued shocked you.

"If you think that you're going to call the shots to anything....think again....think LONG and HARD...babydoll."

The moment he said 'babydoll' you knew....he switched to his other face. Leaning your head back slightly, you looked up and saw the sinister glare and smirk of Ethan staring down at you, biting down on his lower lip looking as if he was deviously planning on something.

"You should learn...to ask first...babydoll." he softly speaks as he peers his smirk down at you with his eyes stabbing into yours.

"...oh...okay. well it was just a joke. i just wanted to see your reaction." you stared at the ground, nervously chuckling as you felt the weight of his stare on you.

"Oh....a joke huh? well i got one for you then."

"w-what is it?"

"Knock-knock. "

"W-whose there?"

"mmmm-Ethan > : ) "

You displayed a look of confusion as he stated his own name, yet he only raised his brows at you, ushering for you to continue.

".....Ethan who?"

"I havent Ethan all day and i'm hungry. Come here and....."

"LET"

..................................

"ME"

...................................

"EAT"

...................................

Before you could process the joke, which much later on you realize that despite how lame and corny it may have initially came off....you had to admit....it was quite clever and creative, considering he came up with it right on the spot.

As far as how that night went, you couldn't remember much of what happened after he yanked you by the waist and devoured you with his kisses....ALL OVER YOUR ENTIRE BODY.....

You knew it had to been heated and that he may have taken out some level of frustration or irritation out on you because you felt a bit of the stretch in between your legs as you were getting ready for classes the next morning. Which all Heeseung did was admire you with a devilish smile.

"Sore?"

"mm..n-no...."

"Ah...that's too bad. ;) "

The lesson to get from all this, is as follows...

Nothing isn't so....unless Heethan says so.

"How am I doing?" - Smau/Timeline Drabble

#anon answered #anon aks #lovely anon #heeseung smut #heeseung imagines #heeseung fanfic

[bi-bard]

Please Don’t Ruin This for Me - Higgs Monaghan Imagine (Death Stranding)

Title: Please Don’t Ruin This for Me

Pairing: Higgs Monaghan X Reader

Based On: Memories

Word Count: 893 words

Warning(s): mentions of canonical violence/acts of terrorism

Summary: (Y/n) was trying to move forward with their life after finding out some startling truths about the man they loved. However, this man won’t simply disappear.

Author's Note: I didn't imagine this writing challenge taking me so long.

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When I first met Higgs Monaghan, he was scared and in obvious need of help.

Wait, no. That's not right.

He played as scared and obviously in need of help. He didn't even give me his real name. Everything that I had known about him had been false.

He ran to my door, rambling about just needing a place to hide away from the time fall. He had been limping, looking all around him. He was a good actor.

I let him in. I gave him food, a place to rest, patched up his wounds. I took care of him out of the kindness of my heart.

He offered me some story about being out for work, trying to get some deliveries done. After an unfortunate run-in with some group, he lost the deliveries and his gear to survive the time fall. So, he was left with no gear, no work, and no way home.

Of course, I felt guilty.

I was certain that I was just being kind. And at first, maybe that's all there was to it. But as time went on, it was hard to deny that something else had formed between us.

As he got better, he helped me with my work. Mostly cleaning and organizing behind me. I would later learn that he was looking through the notes in my notebooks. But at the time, I had no reason to not trust him.

It wasn't until a few weeks into his stay that anything truly happened between us. There had been small moments. Longing looks, light touches as we brushed by each other. Small things that could be ignored or explained away.

That was until the night he kissed me.

It had been gentle. Not rushed or harsh. It just kind of... happened.

Our relationship was much the same way. And it was perfect. Well, I thought it was perfect and I thought he believed that too.

Until another few weeks later when he disappeared. No word, no warning. Just one morning, he was gone.

My knowledge about him started soon after.

Starting with his real name: Higgs Monaghan.

After that came the stories. Terrorism and powers and attacks. He was a monster. A monster that appeared on my doorstep with this fake kindness and sincerity.

And I completely fell for it.

Every bit of it.

I kept to myself even more than usual after that. In my opinion, no one needed to know what I had experienced. Ever. Unless his work somehow made its way to me.

I had hoped that I would never see him again. That my life could go on in peace.

I didn't get that.

One night, I came home and had to face what had happened to me.

I noticed something was wrong as soon as I got inside.

I very slowly moved my hand to my pack, unloading the weapon that I had invested in when I learned the truth about who was going to

"Holy shit!"

I frantically aimed my weapon at the figure on the floor of my small kitchen area. The figure's head slowly picked up to look me in the eye.

"Oh my-"

"Hey there, doll," he said, forcing a chuckle through gritted teeth.

"Higgs."

"Oh, you know my real name now," he continued. "Great."

"What are you doing here," I asked.

"Where else would I go?"

"Anywhere else."

"But the person that I love is here."

I clenched my jaw, steadying my aim as I glared at him. "You don't love me. You never did. Not really."

"Hey, hey," he held a hand up like he was upset that I would accuse him of something. "You don't get to decide how I feel."

"You don't manipulate the people you love," I said. "Or turn them into unknowing accomplices to your terrorist attacks."

"I'm sorry," he replied. "I didn't think I'd fall in love with you when we met. That wasn't my goal. Do you think I would've ever come back here if I didn't love you?"

"I think you came back expecting me to not know about you. You wanted someone easy to manipulate. I am not that person anymore."

Higgs pushed himself off the floor. I held onto the gun a little tighter. I didn't want to seem scared, but the truth was that I was terrified of him.

"Unless you are leaving, don't come any closer."

He scoffed, "Really? You'd throw me out?"

"After what you did, yes," I said. "I have done so much in the hopes of being better than I was when you so easily took advantage of me. Why would I let you undo that?"

"Baby..."

His tone was condescending as he stepped forward. I couldn't move further back without running into the wall. I just glared at him.

He grabbed the hand that was holding the gun, slowly pushing it down.

"Come on," he continued, leaning in closer. His nose gently nudged mine.

As soon as he did that, I pushed my gun up. The barrel met his chin. He let out a chuckle and slowly held his hands up.

"Leave," I said simply.

He stepped away. I kept the gun trained on him.

"Goodbye, doll," he said as he got to the door.

I didn't speak or drop my gun I was sure that he was gone.

"Goodbye."

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[hippiemisfit]

Hush (J.K.) 17

Chapter 17- HUH?

pairings: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 2,776

warnings: manipulation, jealousy, implied smut, hints at a bigger picture

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I heard the door slam finally and by that time I had already found something to watch. I decided to turn on Rakuten Viki and finish watching Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-joo. Don't know if you've watched it but it's wholeheartedly underrated. It was already five minutes in when Jungkook made it back up the stairs. He closed the door and came to plop down right

I immediately apologized, "I am so sorry about him, he's never usually like that or at least that's what I've always thought. He was a dick to you and you didn't deserve that."

Jungkook nodded his head and shrugged. He pulled out his phone and started typing, 'not your fault hes a prick'

I sighed, "Yea but I still let him come around and I still slightly have a thing for him even though he's a complete asshole. Guess you never really know someone until you find out the hard way."

"Is that the type that you're into because if it is you need better tastes?" I heard a voice from beside me say.

I turned my head so quick to look at Jungkook and was met with his smiling face.

"Ummmmmmmmmm, did you just talk?" I asked scooting away from him a little bit.

The grin never left his face even when he said, "Yep."

I shot up off the couch and towards the door, but was pulled back before I could make it. He held my thrashing body down and squeezed my arms really hard to stop me from squirming.

"Where you running off to? Don't you want to finish hanging out, I mean after all you did invite a dick into your house, who's lucky he isn't dead yet by the way. But since it seems like you are still emotionally involved, guess I got to make you kill him too just like you did his father. Maybe that'll fix your taste in men," he whispered in my ear.

I gasped," Hoodie?"

He finally released some of his hold on me; enough for me to be able to turn around, and look at Jungkook who was looking at me with green eyes instead of his usual brown.

"What are you doing here? And what have you done with Jungkook?" I asked.

He laughed," I missed you baby, duh."

I glared," As much as I don't believe that you missed me, you can't just appear when you want to if you did. Answer my second question, what have you done with Jungkook."

He rolled his eyes like it was an obvious response, "You're mine remember, I can come and see you whenever I want to. And your little lover boy is fine; he's just sleeping right now in his mind and I decided to borrow his body for a little bit. I thought you liked him baby, didn't you say 'because that man is fine emphasis on the I' earlier?"

I glared once again, "First and foremost, how the fuck do you know that? How long have you even been here? How long are you going to be here because I'm already tired of you and can you let me go?"

He chuckled," Slow down love, I can only answer one question at a time. To answer your first question, I can read minds babe duh. Second question, I've been here since you got here and ran into that bitch across the street who came over to fuck with you. To answer your third and forth question I don't know yet, kind of like his body. You should see what's underneath these clothes, dude's packing."

He said with a smirk on his face causing me to look down at his crotch area. I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows.

Hmmm.

I looked back up and he was glaring at me, "Wait, what am I thinking? Keep your eyes, hands, and mouth off and away from him. Unless you know, I'm here." he said, finally letting me go.

I rolled my eyes, "What I do to him or with him is my business, so how about you go away so that I can cuddle with him."

He scoffed, " And you don't want to cuddle with me? My feelings are hurt, sincerely," he placed a hand over Jungkook's chest.

"No, I don't want to cuddle with you." I said.

"Why not? I can keep you comfortable. I can raise your body heat too if you want," he said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes and got up from the couch and headed to the mini bar to grab a Sprite Zero.

Wish I had some liquor instead with all this bullshit that keeps coming my way today. With the day I've been having I definitely need a drink. Might go raid the liquor cabinet downstairs just to get some sleep tonight.

"Well, I can get you some if you really want some. How about some tequila shots or Jell-O shots? And if you want to be put to sleep so badly, I can easily help you do that." I heard from the ass on the couch.

"One, stop reading my mind. Two, why are you still here and Jungkook is still gone? Thought I asked nicely a second ago for you to go away," I asked returning to the couch unconsciously bringing him a drink too.

"Wow someone has balls today," he said chuckling, taking the drink from me. "He's fine, I promise. I know how to behave. Like I said, I missed you," he said his voice going soft towards the end of his sentence.

Huh? He genuinely missed me?

He started chuckling again, "What? Is it weird for you to hear that I miss your company?"

I nodded my head," Yeah, it kind of is. What did you miss? Me killing people for your entertainment? Cause I don't miss those horrifying experiences and I didn't miss you."

He shook his head and sighed, "I know a little part of you missed me to even though you won't admit it. I can feel a piece of your soul calling out to me when I'm gone from you. Like I told you before, I've never seen a soul so pure in my entire existence as Death so I'm drawn to you like a tether. My body has never been able to reject a soul before and then you came along. From that moment, I just knew that we're meant to be. Whether you like it or not it's the truth. So I suggest you come to terms with it, because it's not going to change any time soon."

"Well, it should change ok. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only pure soul that you could've encountered before, no way. Or just one that you've taken an interest in and after all the things that you have made me do in the short time that I've known you, there's no way my soul is still as pure as you describe it."

He nodded his head in agreement," I thought that those acts would've done something to your soul, add a little bit of darkness to it, but it didn't. You have the purest one that I've ever seen, no one else's have ever caught my eye. Believe me, you're an anomaly."

I waved my hand, "Doesn't matter, I'm sick and tired of being around you. Of feeling scared of what's up next. Whatever 'mission' you'll have in store for me. I'm tired of the blood and gore that comes along with just being in your presence," I said.

He sighed, "Listen, I don't want the only time that I get to see you, you're cowering with fear or you're irritated as hell. I mean a little irritation I can deal with, but I can just feel the energy radiating off of you. That's why I'm here right now, and I couldn't just keep pretending to be Jungkook. Honestly, because I was tired of typing.  I don't know how he does it. But mostly the feelings that I want you to have towards me, you have towards him and it makes me jealous. I could only pretend to be him for so long until I got fed up. I've waited for you for a long time, longer than you could ever imagine.

Those missions, if you want to call them that, were to get you ready for what's to come. I mean, after a while you'll just go numb to it. I've gotten so numb to my life that having you around is a breath of fresh air. A light in the dark tunnel that is my life. It's not just your soul that intrigues me, it's you as well.

Also, it's not always as gory as what I had you do. Was I fucking with you a little bit? Yea. But those men were monsters and you, we, got rid of them so no one else would have to fall victims to them. They got a punishment fit for their crimes. My intention initially wasn't to scare you, I just wanted you aware. I can't promise that it won't always be this way, this dynamic, but it's just this way for right now because you have to be prepared."

"Prepared for what? Is there some war at play here? Some battle?" I asked.

He chuckled, "There's always a war brewing baby, it's just a matter of which side is winning at the moment," he brushed his hand against my cheek and it took everything in me not to lay my head in it.

Like as if his touch warmed a part of my heart,"But the main battle is getting you prepared for this life with me. If I had just thrown you into this life, like I wanted to, then you would've really resented me. I was more of an ass when we met and I know that this is kind of a 360 of character but this is me, behind all the glitz and glamour. I'm still going to be an asshole, I'm still going to do fucked up shit but there's a motive behind everything that I do."

Pump the brakes real quick. Did this man really just  apologize to me? And am I really contemplating giving him, Hoodie, a chance right now? I've never felt the sensation of longing while he's been away doing Hoodie things, because he hasn't been gone for too long since he appeared in my life. Shit, it hasn't even been a month since we met but a lot of stuff has happened in this short period of time, that I feel like it's been an eternity. But his words feel sincere to me, what should I do?

I cleared my throat and removed his hand," Well, I wouldn't be against working things through. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot but I need time to fully think this over. Wouldn't be right if I just did a complete 360 of character too, you know."

He nodded, " I can totally understand that but I need you to promise me one thing."

"Mhm." I replied.

"When I come for you next time, don't forget to run. I like the chase," he finished off with a wink. His eyes then went from his green and back into Jungkook's brown.

Well fuck me.

He blinked and opened his mouth in the form of a yawn, stretching his arms. He pulled out his phone and typed

: how long was i out?

"Not that long maybe about an hour or two. Do you even remember coming into my house?" I asked.

He shook his head no.

:no the last thing i remember was us pulling up in your driveway and getting out. nothing else it all went dark sorry ik i wasnt much company

I shook my head, "No you were fine, I was just watching my show. You looked peaceful in your sleep so I just left you be, but it's not even five yet so we can still hang out if you want. Unless you have to go home.

:no i can hang out for a lil longer. got plans after 9 tonight so it should be fine

"Ok," I said and finally pressed play on the tv.

................................................................

By the time Jungkook left it was around 8:30pm, we watched a couple of episodes of the kdrama and I made us a snack before he left. When he kissed me goodbye, yes on the lips, I could've swore I saw a fleck of green flash in them when he backed away.

Maybe it's my mind playing tricks right now or Hoodie is fucking with me again. But at this point I don't care.

I let Poco out of his cage and let him do his business as I went and filled his food bowl. After he ate, I ran him a bath in the downstairs bathroom. Of course it was a struggle getting him to the tub because he never wants to wash his ass, but I'm not going for it tonight. As I was washing him I started to tell him about my day. You know, because he can totally respond to me.

"You know today has been somewhat of a shit show. At first it was cool. Me and Jungkook  did an early senior ditch day and went to the diner where Jimin works," his ears perked up when he heard his name," yea I know my other man, but he acted really strange towards Jungkook and I never figured out why. Then they went outside and talked with a bunch of other guys that I don't know but they were attractive too. Then we awkwardly ate lunch there which, Jungkook paid for like a gentleman by the way, and then I drove us home.

We were met with the neighbor across the street, which you know about since you wanted to bite his head off thank you very much, and that interaction didn't go to well. He was an asshole to Jungkook for no reason and it was really uncomfortable. By the time he left and Jungkook came back upstairs I was exhausted, just to be met with Hoodie in Jungkook's body and that was fun. I don't know what it is but what he was telling me about how he feels about me made me feel some type of way. I don't know how to explain it but I guess felt something along the lines of love. Not saying that I'm in love with him or anything because I am most definitely not but my heart did beat a little faster as he kept talking. He seems to really want me to give him a chance and it doesn't sound like that bad of an idea.

And if what he says is true, you know about the whole we're meant to be thing, then I don't really have all that much of a choice anyway? Not like he's going anywhere any time soon anyway, so why not. Butttt what about Jungkook? I mean, I feel something happening there too and I've known them for the same amount of time. And why not live a little while I can before I have to settle down. I don't know what to do. Should I stay on the good side a little longer or just divert into the darkness? What do you think Poco?" I finished.

He just looked at me, panting, and then tilted his head to the side in what I'll take as confusion.

Well thanks for nothing.

"Thanks for listening to my TED talk speech Poco, even though you can't help." I said smushing his face in my hands while laughing. I rinsed Poco off and had him hop out of the tub so I could dry him off. Just as I was about to he booked it out the door. I let out a sigh. I heard him start barking as I unplugged the drain.

"Poco, chill out dude. What's up?" I said as I walked out and found him in front of the front door.

"It's just someone at the door, calm down." I looked out the peephole and saw no one there.

Huh? So what the hell is he barking at? Should I do the black person thing and just walk away or let my inner white girl curiosity open the door?

As I contemplated my inner battle, Poco started barking and growling even louder.

Fuck it.

I swung the door open and was met with a familiar face.

"Um how did you find out where I live?" I asked feeling dread coming over me for the first time in his presence.

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jeongguk smut #jungkook x black reader #jungkook x plus size reader #bts x black reader #bts x plus size reader #bts x black girl #jungkook x reader #bangtan smut

[bluewren]

happy friday! :D I see Merrill, I ask for Merrill/Dagna and "You didn't do anything wrong." from the hurt/comfort dialogue prompts!

hahahaha Merrilll🥺🥺 This is her needing to talk to someone after seeing her bestie without vallaslin. Dagna is here for Merrill.

@dadrunkwriting

wc: 657

Merrilll watches as the Inquisitor leaves the Undercroft, she seems more freed the days after something has happened between her and Solas. Taliesen has not said, yet.

It’s disgusting to watch from where she sits. The marks of their people stripped off of Taliesen, yet she acts like she feels nothing about it. Onwards to other work, because whatever she has now is far more important than the people and their culture she devoted herself to.

That’s what the former First of Clan Sabrae keeps seeing… A sigh leaves Merrill, where did this malice come from? Her friend seems more content than many other times, she’s seen her.

Yet once again, it feels like she’s being left behind.

“I don’t like that look. Did an argument come up or something else?” Dagna peers over her shoulder. “Did you get her mad?”

Merrill heaves, letting her head drop to their worktable.

"I didn't do anything wrong." She mumbles, hopefully not swallowing a piece of her work. “I-it’s not something so easily explained.”

“It’s the tattoos, isn’t it? It’s got to be the tattoos.”

Merrill popes her head back up, raising a brow. “What do you know about vallaslin?”

“Not much, but I know their important.” Dagna chuckles. “You don’t mark your face unless it means something important.” She does a quick blink. “Dwarves know that one.”

Merrill grumbles, sucking on the back of her teeth. At least the outsider knew vallaslin is important to her people. Yet she’s still hard pressed to admit it.

Once more, she takes a breath to rush words out.

“I don’t know why she isn’t more bothered.” Sighing, now less tensed up. “We’ve worked together for years, fixing scraps of our history. How could she leave that all behind her?”

“What makes think she’s leaving something behind?”

Merrill rolls her eyes, it couldn’t be more obvious. “She’s smiling like nothing happened. It shouldn't be like that. An outsider shouldn’t have been able to convince her to forsake it all.”

“That’s not what this looks like to me.” Dagna's dismissal causes Merrill to quirk up her brows. "Lots more like she's avoiding something. Getting distracted is very easy when someone has as much to do as she does."

"That's not much easier to take in." Merrill sighs, it coming out as a whisper.

"I did the same when left Orzammar, else I'd kept wondering if I did the right thing." Dagna tents her finger. “I don’t regret anything now.”

She does little fidgety finger taps by bouncing them together and away. Merrill is tempted to disrupt Dagna's thoughts and steal her hands away for herself.

"Give it time! I'm sure she'll tell you how she really feels."

Merrill nods. In many ways she knows Dagna is correct, although that lenience is not something she’d want to give Taliesen.

“I suppose you’re right, admittedly it feel like I’m talking to a different person now.” She turns away from Dagna for a moment, she shakes off her worries with gentle pats on her cheeks. “I shouldn’t think of her that way. She’s been an important friend to me.”

“Good! Lots of stuff has happened recently, you both just need time to heal.” Dagna pauses for a moment, snorting at something out of her sight. “Maybe it’ll take lots of time.”

“You’re a better person than most. Though, you’re not going free yet.” Merrill reaches to claim one of Dagna’s hands. “I feel lonely and you’re the only one who hasn’t shut me out.”

Merrill rests her chin on her dwarven partner’s hand, staring wistfully in her eyes. It’s a poor attempt at being wistful however, Dagna’s shiny gray eyes never seems to reciprocate the longing. Always chuckling at her feable attempts at flirting, turning her flush red every time.

“Do you want dinner first or go straight to your home?” Dagna snorts, brandishing a cheeky smirk.

“Dinner first. Please.” She giggles, unable look directly at her.

#dragon age dwc #dagna x merrill #hurt/comfort

[ridhearts]

i would love to hear u talk about cater and trey!! i love hearing others talk about their fav ships and it's so interesting how other people perceive the characters within them and the relationship..... so if u ever make more posts of u brainrotting over the two 👀 i will be so down to read them

omg!! i totally didn't mean to leave you hanging sorry i was in writing mode but tysm! I totally will at some point because I've jotted down a few ideas for them that are just <3 pretty good if you ask me. they have such potential for angst AND fluff....are they an old married couple? are they doomed to fail for their refusal to learn to communicate with each other? are they soulmates that will find each other again in the end? are they soulmates that were destined to be torn apart but always remember the other? have they been mutually pining since they met as freshmen, or does one only realize their feelings when the other confesses? ALL OF THESE COULD BE TRUE AND IT DRIVES ME CRAZY.

since i mentioned it in the last ask, can we talk about that starsending line? where they get cater's wish and he wishes for more magicam followers or something, and Trey realizes "hey didn't you wish for the same thing last year?"

Then they drop the fact that they were ROOMMATES THEIR FIRST TWO YEARS.....So Cater goes "haha really? I didn't remember! Okay so instead, I wish to be able to enjoy the rest of the school year!"

Then when you leave the room, Trey says something like "I thought by now Cater would be able to share his true wishes....but maybe he just doesn't want to share them with me." DO YOU HEAR MY HEART CRACKING

First of all,

but seriously, they were roommates??? How close were they those first two years? How close they were the first year, when it was just them against the world? What happened that made them stop being roommates?? (My theory is Cater started pulling away and filed a request to transfer rooms at the end of last year - but why? did he tell Trey, or did Trey find out the hard way when he saw him packing and/or came back to the dorm and saw a random student on Cater's side of the room? Did they ever talk about it or did Cater successfully pull away without confrontation? I NEED TO KNOW)

SECONDLY...........Trey sounds so sad. So defeated. He's so sure Cater doesn't care for him the way he cares about Cater, and he's so certain that everything he's doing isn't getting through (even if you're looking at this platonically). He doesn't understand that Cater is having a mental illness mood purposely separating himself. Why? Is it depression related? is it because Cater found himself caring TOO MUCH for Trey and pulled away before Trey could leave him? With how much they both talk about each other, it's OBVIOUS they still care for each other....but they really just have incompatible communication styles right now. Or rather, they both have unhelpful behaviors that make it so they can be standing face to face, talking right to each other and having a good time, and yet they're still talking past each other.

We KNOW with Riddle that Trey has a hands-off approach to things. A don't-speak-unless-spoken-to approach. He cares, but he doesn't want to make other people's business his business. Sometimes he genuinely thinks it's best left alone, but others he just doesn't want the problems of others to take up all his free time (boundary king if only it didn't bleed into borderline negligence sometimes). Even if he has an epiphany after Riddle's overblot, that still means there were two whole years where he was just...not involving himself if/when he noticed something was up with Cater.

THIS MEANS that he never presses Cater for more information and takes what he says at face value (until he's out of the room). Cater is hoping for this at first, because it makes it easier to fool people with his cheery façade. But we all know that he's got deeper issues and it's hard for him to make genuine connections, and he feels like nobody knows the real him. But we also know he's not gonna give Trey the real him wrapped in a cute little pastry box. Cater would probably rather die than open himself up like that, ESPECIALLY so far into their last year before they go off for internships and what not. Trey won't call Cater on his bluffs, and Cater won't invite Trey in. They're reaching out for each other but they're separated by glass.

And I do think Riddle enrolling during their second year and probably making Trey vice housewarden catalyzed the separation. Not in a "the other woman" type of way because I genuinely believe Trey cares about both of them in equal but different ways, but in a way where Cater is so used to either having to leave/being left or not being somebody's favorite/first choice that at this point he sees the slightest sign and bolts.

UGH i'm not kidding they literally drive me CRAZY. especially because i think if one of them just broke down and made that step it would be peak romance. call me boring but nothing get the heart beating like someone realizing you're in need and reaching out for you. god. helping each other communicate better and build productive and healthy relationship skills? is it getting hot in here or is it just me?

#trey x cater #ask #long post

[hyperfixation-or-death]

Um, if your ask game's still going:

59. Lying curse/forced to lie about something- Victor Deslandes?

Okay, I tried to write the lying curse in a fantasy AU. Didn't work. Then I tried to write it in a vigilante AU. Didn't work. Then I came back, noticed the "forced to lie about something" part of the prompt, and had another AU idea that ultimately did not work either. Finally, I decided to just set the snippet in regular post-canon, and lo and behold, I managed to write something. (The lying isn't technically forced, but. That did not entirely occur to me until halfway through.) It kind of ran away from me, and I'm not completely sure whether or not I like it, but here you go!

Victor Deslandes wasn't great at lying. But he needed his phone, because it was the only way to contact Bilal and Romane outside of school. And maybe it was because of Romane's newfound separation anxiety, or maybe it was because Bilal had started having nightmares, or maybe it was just Victor making excuses because he couldn't handle being alone again, but whatever the reason, the thought of not being able to contact them was making him want to throw up. It was an obvious problem with an obvious solution. Lie. Convince his parents he's sorry, convince them he thinks the whole fight was his fault, convince them to stop being furious with him. This was going to suck.

[timeskip]

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, trying very hard not to grit his teeth. His mom looked skeptical, and his dad looked ready to pounce on any hint of disrespect, he needed to elaborate right now to make this work. "I…I was really tired, and-" They were definitely going to call that an excuse. "-I'm not saying it's an excuse." He needed to slow down, he almost snapped that last part, they were just going to get more annoyed, and then he wouldn't be able to talk to Romane or Bilal unless he was at school. And it would be his parents' fault, because he hadn't even done anything this time. They were the ones who had accused him of cheating on homework assignments with literally no evidence. So he got mad, and they got mad that he was mad, and suddenly even Sam's desperate attempts at changing the topic weren't enough to prevent the inevitable trainwreck. Victor's eyes were starting to burn. This was stupid. This was stupid, and he hated this whole situation. Just get through it, he repeated in his head. Be convincing, and then you can go back to your room and pretend this never happened. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. It won't happen again, and I'm really sorry." Hopefully, they couldn't tell the difference between almost crying because he was angry and frustrated, and almost crying because he genuinely felt bad. Victor studied the floor. There was one dead ant in the corner. His mom would hate that. "Okay. Thank you for apologizing." It was impossible to tell whether his dad believed him or not, but his tone made it clear that the discussion was over. They hadn't taken his phone. His parents had (probably) bought the act. As his dad turned back to the email he had been reading, his mom placed a hand on Victor's arm. "You know we don't like having these conversations with you, Victor." He nodded, resisting the urge to jerk his arm back. She smiled, and let go of his arm. Victor managed a faint imitation of a smile, and hurried back upstairs.

[timeskip]

Now, Victor was sitting on his bed, considering whether anyone would notice if he started screaming into a pillow. He felt almost sick with fury, and he didn't even know why. He had gotten what he wanted, and it wasn't like it was the first time he'd had to apologize for something that wasn't his fault. But the 'why' of it didn't really matter, because he was starting to feel the energy of his powers involuntarily tugging at his hands, and that was kind of terrifying. He was getting better at controlling the powers, though. Even if the headache got worse the longer he pushed back the energy, it was better than risking the alternative. Better than doing something that couldn't be undone. Someone knocked on the door. Three knocks in a row, which meant it was almost definitely Sam. "Who is it?" Victor called anyways, just to be annoying. Instead of answering, Sam nudged the door open and stepped inside. "Hey." Victor glanced at him, and realized there was a bag in his hand. "You doing okay?" "Nope. What's in the bag?" "Well, you said that not using your powers when you're upset gives you a headache, so I thought it would probably stop that from happening if you had-" Victor caught a glimpse of the bag's contents, and cut him off. "You stole a bunch of plants for me to murder?" "I didn't steal them, they were on the side of the road." Victor couldn't help but snicker at the offense in Sam's voice, and reached for the bag. "Thanks." "Sure." Sam smiled. There was a short pause as Victor dug through the bag, pulling out a dandelion that was already half-wilted. "Did you get grounded?" Sam asked, somewhat cautiously. Victor closed his hand around the stem of the dandelion, and it shriveled up completely. "Nope."

Thank you so much for the ask!!!

#parallels #paralleles #disney parallels #disney paralleles #i threw several of my headcanons in here #i wrote most of this at like. one in the morning. so if the writing seems weird that's why #honestly the last timeskip was not at all supposed to be there but i didn't like the previous ending and i wanted sam to show up #thanks again for the ask! you're the best!

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

when i opened the door, i immediately wished i hadn't.

(Maybe not in first person?)

Martin&Peter?

More vampire Peter and Martin? More vampire Peter and Martin, this time taking place shortly after they've encountered each other a few times.

Warning: Peter is not wearing clothing in this (it's nothing dirty)

On with the fic!

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Even though he didn't really sweat like he did when he was fully alive (actually, he wasn't sure he could sweat anymore), Peter always embraced the after show shower he would take. Usually he did it after a busy night or before he was gonna get laid, but most of the time he just liked that delightful alone time.

And nothing about it changed after his... 'accident', as he put it. Fuck that vampire who bit him, he wasn't going to change his routines for anyone.

He shut off the water and shook his head, sending water everywhere. He could heard music playing from his phone, which was secured in a bag, he didn't want it ruined by moisture, and he sang along with the song as he went to the mirror to remove any of the leftover make up and to do his normal nighttime skin care.

Just because you're now immortal doesn't mean you can't take care of your forever good looks.

He continued to sing along as he rubbed at the last of the eyeliner until the song ended, trailing off quietly... and then he heard something outside of the bathroom.

Peter shut the music off and frowned at his reflection. He listened quietly, his bat hearing trying to pick up on whatever was out there. He swore he heard someone talking, and he knew it wasn't the TV, he hadn't even bothered with turning it on. Then Peter heard something like glass shattering and he grabbed for a stake he kept hidden in a drawer of the vanity, turning to leave the room.

When he opened the door, he immediately wished he hadn't.

Because standing in his damn bedroom, looking at the broken glass of some weird ass art piece that Peter bought during a night where he had one too many edibles, was that crazy ass doctor who tried to cut him open.

"What the fuck!?" He exclaimed and the doctor, Martin, right?, looked up from the broken glass to smile at him.

"Ah, Peter! So lovely to see..." His attention then dropped down Peter's body. "Do you need a moment to grab a towel?"

"Huh?" Peter blinked and looked down, suddenly remembering that he was naked as anything. "Christ on a crutch!"

He turned around, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed about his current nudity. Which really was never a problem (unless if the person he was tried to sleep with was a transphobic asshole), but something about Martin looking at him this exposed was... weird???

"For fuck's sake! How the hell did you break in!?" Peter shouted as he grabbed for a towel and wrapped it around himself.

"It's not hard to figure out your passcode for the apartment." Martin replied, as if it were obvious. He was back to looking at Peter's weird collection of bad art pieces bought while drunk or high. A lot of them were dirty looking, he was sure the one on the ground was the one that was supposed to be a mushroom but certainly wasn't.

"God, you're fuckin' weird! How did you get past the guard!?"

"He was distracted."

"Did you...?!"

"Kill him?" Martin frowned and shook his head, tutting. "Now, now, that would be rude! No, he was busy trying to help someone with directions, so I saw my chance to sneak up!"

Peter groaned and tossed the stake somewhere in the room before approaching Martin, jabbing him in the chest with a finger. "Out."

"That's not very nice to do to a guest."

"You're not a guest if you break in."

"I didn't break in."

"Yes, you did!"

"Again, your passcode was very easy to figure out. The year Dracula was published? Really? It's the same code on your phone." Martin said before smiling at the sounds Peter let out in his anger at Martin being clever.

The vampire glowered, snarling, showing his fangs, but Martin didn't seem affected by this display at all. "It's rather cute that you think that'll work on me. Now, aren't you going to be a kind host and offer me a drink?"

Peter wanted to argue and fight him, but damnit, he was not in the mood. He grumbled and stomped out of the bedroom, heading for the bar. "I'll show you drink. Gonna shove a silly straw in your neck and slurp you up..." He grumbled to himself.

"I think you dropped something!"

Turning, Peter was about to snap at him, until he noticed the article of dark red fabric held between two of Martin's fingers. The smile on the man's face made Peter's dead blood boil. He glanced down at himself and made a very undignified sound and slipped behind the bar counter.

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I love the idea of Martin being a pain in Peter's ass.

Also, in case anyone is wondering, Peter is my little vampire type that's based on the canyon bats of the American South. So, unlike Hardy up in Broadchurch, he's perfectly fine living as a vampire in Nevada.

Also, he is adorable when he turns into a bat. :)

#martin whitly x peter vincent #good omens extended universe #john's drabbles

[jamies-overalls]

"Even if his hair was shorter than Jamie's, if Lucy is young enough she might still be confused 😂 I've always imagined them looking very similar, the main difference being that Mikey did end up a lot taller than Jamie. They probably have some similar mannerisms, too. Either way, it would be very cute to see Lucy's reaction to meeting him."

OMG this is soo adorable 🥹 could you maybe do a little drabble of this ?

Here you go, anon :) This is such a cute situation to write about, I couldn't resist.

"Are you nervous?"

It was a silly question from Dani, but she had to ask. Jamie was pacing around the apartment, a clear sign that she was thinking about something or that something was wrong. But Jamie wasn't really one to talk about what was making her upset unless she was asked. So, Dani asked.

"Of course I'm nervous. My little brother is coming over."

"So? You've seen him nearly every week since he decided to move here to reconnect with you, and I've met him a few times." Dani said gently, moving to pace across the apartment beside her. It was easier, and seemed to make Jamie feel a little more supported.

"But he hasn't met Lucy yet."

"What's bothering you about that?"

"It's not bothering me, it's just... I dunno, it's a big step. It's all real, then. We've both moved on from our pasts, we're different people now, and it'll make him part of the family for real. Plus, I don't want Lucy to meet him if it's not gonna end up working out. Don't want her to get attached." Jamie explained.

Dani thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "I get it. I do. But Mikey's a good guy. And Lucy's gonna love him. And he's gonna love her."

Jamie sighed softly, finally stopping. "I hope you're right."

"I'm always right."

Jamie smiled and kissed her cheek. "That you are."

Before anything else could be said, there was a knock on the door. Jamie took a deep breath, nodding for Dani to go get Lucy. Then, she headed to open the door.

Standing there was her little brother, Mikey Taylor. It was fairly obvious that they'd both inherited a lot of their mother's genes, he looked a lot like his sister. He had the same curly brown hair, the same eyes, and a somewhat similar face. The biggest difference, really, was that he was much taller.

"Hey, I hope I'm not late." He smiled.

"No, you're not. Dani's just going to get Lucy now. I think she was playing in her room." Jamie nodded, letting him in. She noticed a small gift bag in his hands. "What've you got there?"

"Oh, this? I, uh, I brought a small present for her. I hope you don't mind. It's my first time meeting my niece, I wanted to try and get this off on the right foot."

Jamie chuckled softly. "She'll be delighted, I'm sure. The kid loves presents, no matter what they are. She finds something interesting in everything."

"She definitely didn't inherit that from you, then." Mikey teased, with a big grin. "I may not remember much, but I do remember some things."

Jamie rolled her eyes playfully. "Piss off. You've got a point, though. She definitely learned it from Dani."

As if on cue, Dani reentered the room, with little Lucy in her arms. Lucy had just turned three, and was curious about just about everything. So, naturally, she looked at Mikey with interest when she first saw him. After a moment, though, she looked like she was thinking really hard, a bit confused.

"Mama?" She asked hesitantly, still watching him.

Dani shook her head. "That's Mama's brother. He's your uncle. Uncle Mikey." She said gently. Jamie and Mikey shared an amused look.

Lucy frowned, getting ever more confused as she was passed into Jamie's arms.

"Hey, chicken. Look who's here. It's your uncle." Jamie said gently, pointing to him. Mikey smiled and waved awkwardly.

"Mikey?" Lucy asked, looking from him to Jamie and back again.

"Yeah, that's right, baby girl. That's my brother. And look, he brought a present for you!" Jamie smiled, showing her the gift bag. Mikey got closer to that he could give it to Lucy.

"What is it?" Lucy asked.

"Why don't you open it and find out?" Jamie smiled softly.

Together, Mikey and Lucy opened the present he's gotten for her. Inside was a small stuffed animal, a frog. "Your mama loved frogs as a kid, so I thought maybe you'd like them too." He explained gently. Lucy was already enamored with the small stuffed frog in her hands.

"Wow! Look how cool that is!" Jamie smiled softly. "Can you say thank you?"

Lucy smiled excitedly and waved the frog at Mikey. "Thank you!" She giggled, her confusion gone for the moment.

"We're gonna tell her this story when she's older right?" Jamie asked.

"You mean embarrass her with a story about how her mother and uncle looked so alike she couldn't tell the difference at first? Yeah, definitely." Dani laughed softly.

Despite all of Jamie's worrying, it was going well so far. Her nerves were starting to fade as she watched her brother interact with her daughter. It was a wonderful sight, and she hoped that there would be more of these days to come.

#damie #the haunting of bly manor