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𝘋𝘉𝘍 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳

• Continuation/request for our secret

Warnings: suggestive, kissing, pet names, age gap (reader mid-twenties x Simon late 40s), angst, arguing, touchy Simon cause you both to get caught :(

Laundry day was in full effect and like always, you had to ask your dad for a shirt. But just like his daughter, price had his last pieces of clean clothes on. Procrastination ran in the family.

“All in the washer now, I’ll go check if I have one in a bag somewhere” price sighed as he lazily walked up to his bedroom.

You groaned in anger at yourself, you should’ve packed some extra shirts knowing you got rid of clothes for some spare cash for college.

“Ha!” You heard your dad yell from his room, you could hear his footsteps making their way to your door “found one of Riley’s old shirts he left here, I’m sure he won’t mind” he smiled as he threw you the shirt.

You thanked him with a convincing smile, nothing is going on with Simon. Don’t react to the mention of his name. Nothing is going on!

You sighed with relief as he made his way down the stairs and off to tinker with his car. You put on the shirt and smiled to yourself as you turned around to see Simon Riley plastered on your back in big bold letters.

He sure took his claim before but you’d sure keep this shirt for safe keeping.

-

Simon stopped in his tracks, a case of beer in one hand and some tools your father forgot at his place a few weeks ago.

He was faced with you, back faced to him as you cooked yourself something to eat. You were blissfully unaware, headphones on and focused on your food.

You couldn’t feel of the eyes that stalked you, Simon stared in amusement as he admired you. Claimed with his name on your back, he didn’t know he needed this as much as he did.

You jumped as you felt a hand pull at your headphones “Branded you in your family home, now your walking around with my name on your back? Jus’ begging me to make you a Riley huh?” Simon cooed.

“Simon!” You hissed as you looked around for your dad. You don’t know how he’d react to Simon this close to you, but you could guess it wouldn’t end well.

“I know bunny I know.” He chuckled as he took a step back “looks good tho huh?” You teased with your eyes gawking up at him from behind your shoulder.

Simon wishes you were both alone. God how he wishes this little scene was playing out in his house. So he could bend you over the counter and fuck you in his shirt.

He groaned at your words, a gasp leaving your lips as he presses up against you “sure does” he hums as you hold onto his arms, giggling as he presses a kiss onto your neck.

“NOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” You hear your father’s voice booming from behind you both. You could feel your heart drop as Simon went still.

Both of you scrambled back from each other, faced with your father’s disappointment and betrayal. “Dad I- I’m sorry we should’ve told yo-“ there was no use to lie, so the only thing you could think of doing is coming clean.

You were cut off by your father’s voice “Simon”. The sound of his name was full of betrayal, malice, and anger.

“I never meant for this to happen price. After all you’ve done for me, after all you’ve helped me throug-“ Simon muttered.

“EXACLTY! After all I’ve done for you, you had to have thi- this, whatever type of relationship this is with MY DAUGHTER!” Price hissed.

Price was furious, disappointed, and heartbroken. He trusts Simon with his life, neither had secrets the other didn’t know. Until now. You. His little girl. The reason price never gave up.

He walked up to Simon, eyes furrowed with an emotion price himself could not understand. But simon stood still knowing whatever price did, it was justified for what he’s done. “I- how? When did this start?” Your father’s eyes glared at the both of you.

“Almost a year” Simon sternly replied “And I know you’re pissed price, probably want to bash my head in and i understand that. But I don’t regret a single thing.”

Your eyes glared up at Simon in disbelief and affection, he doesn’t regret it. He doesn’t regret you, even with your father’s eyes burning into both of you.

But most of all, you’re surprised that your dad hasn’t bashed Simon’s head in. He was always a overly protective father, always scaring your boyfriends to death, and always making sure you were safe.

But this is unlike anything price had to deal with, his best mate kissing on his daughter. He was furious, yet he knew Simon. He is a man of very few words, lacked experience when it came to emotions. He told Simon he knew he’d find someone soon. He just never expected it would be you.

His precious daughter, the light of his life.

“Get out” Price couldn’t look Simon in the eyes, his eyes glued onto his boots as the words came out. “Simon, get out” it was stern and full of anger. Simon didn’t say a word, all he did was nod and gave you a look that told you he’d be back.

-

The house was silent. You and your father sat in the living room, your hands on your thighs as you fidgeted with your hands. “Dad, I know your mad. I know you proably hate me and hate Simon but I’m not a little girl anymor-“

“Yes you are! You are my little girl forever. You always will be. I know you’re grown darlin’ I know it. It’s jus- with Simon? I know I was gone for a while, my job was time consuming and isolating. But why go for someone so much older than you honey?” You knew what your father was hinting at.

Simon was nearly the same age as him, only a few years younger than your own father. Price felt like he had failed in a way. What made you want a man like Simon? Older, brooding, and his best friend.

“My liking for Simon has nothing to do with you dad. You’re an amazing father, and I know you’re thinking about asking me what you did wrong. Sure he’s older, but he treats me the way I know you’d want me to be treated.“ you continued on, trying to ease your father’s anxiety and anger over the situation.

It was only until you heard that familiar sigh. The sigh he does when he knows you’re right but he has his doubts.

“I don’t know honey” your father sighed. “I know Simon, he will give his life for the ones he loves. Bu- but you’re just too young, this is too close to home. Simon will want a family soon, settle down. You, you’re in college and I won’t allow you to just throw away your life for this.” Price sternly spoke.

“I understand dad. But I never said I’d throw away my college or my life for this, you know how much I’ve put into it, Simon knows it too.”

Silence washed over you both once you spoke. Price didn’t know how to feel, what to think. All he knew is he was disappointed. He always hoped you’d find someone to love you, protect you, and keep you safe.

He knew Simon could do all of it and more. He knew Simon would never let you throw away all your hard work for him. He trusted him with his life, but does he trust him with you?

Yes.

But is he really ready to say it out loud?

[kvntonq]

𖤐 — mission: pads and patience

pairing - eddie alden ft. fem!reader

summary - what happens when you ask eddie to buy your pads during the red month?

contents - fluff, period talking, suggestive, dramatic eddie, playful banters, established relationship.

words count -  1493 words

zayn's note - heii guys!! sorry for not posting regularly. I just finished my final exams and yippee I'm glad to be back!! hope you guys will enjoy this and more fics will come soon!! <3

Eddie Alden wasn't supposed to be the kind of man who settles down.

He was the punchline to half of your stories. You've heard the stories—hell, you knew some of the firsthand when you two were just workmates. He was the man your coworkers warned you about: silver-tongued, the coworker who never turned down a party, always five seconds from convincing someone into bed. The man who gave advice no one should follow and got away with it because he looked like that and smiled like sin.

But somewhere along the line—maybe during one of those late nights when you were both tipsy and tired of pretending—Eddie stopped looking at other people the way he looked at you.

And he never looked back.

He's still dramatic. Still flirty. Still hopelessly, Eddie. But the late-night phone calls are only ever for you now. His toothbrush lives beside yours. And when he makes coffee in the morning, he doesn't even ask anymore—he just adds a splash of vanilla creamer, two sugars, and kisses your shoulder as he hands it to you.

The infamous womanizer Eddie Alden is someone's else. 

Rain taps gently at the window as you lie curled up on the couch, wrapped in your thickest blanket. A heating pad hums on your stomach, the cramps coming in steady waves. You've given up trying to move. Even scrolling on your phone feels like too much.

Then, your screen lights up.

Eddie: On my way home. Need anything, gorgeous?

You smile, even through the discomfort. Your uterus is staging a mutiny and the pad stash under the sink is depressingly empty.

You type back: Can you grab some pads? Overnight ones with wings pls :3

Three dots bubble on the screen and you could swear it takes him only THREE seconds to reply.

Eddie: OH NO. THAT MEANS WE CAN'T FUCK?!

You choke out a laugh so hard you nearly dislodge the heating pad. Immediately, you hit the call button.

He picks up on the first ring with a gasp. “Sweetheart,” he says, like he's delivering a eulogy. “Say it ain’t so.”

“Hi to you too,” you say, already laughing.

“Tell me I misread that text. Say it was a typo. Say you meant ‘peach wine’ and autocorrect betrayed us.”

“I meant pads.”

He groans. “I had plans tonight. And not just plans, babe. Schemes. Elaborate, x-rated choreography. And now… ruined.”

“They were never confirmed plans,” you say through your giggles.

“They were spiritual plans,” he argues, “plans of the soul. I was going to light candles, touch your thighs like a gentleman, and do that thing with my tongue—”

“Eddie!”

“—and now, because of your cruel and vengeful uterus, I must live in sorrow. And buy pads.”

You press your face into the pillow, shaking with laughter. The fact that you could actually imagine his reaction through the phone call is hilarious. 

“Do you know what it's like to walk into the feminine hygiene aisle with an erection and a broken heart? I'm a man on the edge.”

“You're a man getting pads for his girlfriend. Be brave. Plus, I'm not dying, you know,” you say once you can breathe again. “It's just my period.”

“Exactly!” he replies. “It's the just that hurts the most.”

You groan playfully.

A pause. Then his voice softens just a little. “The same purple pack, right? Overnight. Wings.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Thanks, baby.” 

You're still smiling long after the call ends. The cramps are annoying, your body is betraying you, and the weather sucks—but Eddie's coming home. With pads. And probably way too many snacks.

That's enough.

You must doze off, because the next thing you hear is the soft clicks of the front door and the familiar sound of Eddie kicking his boots.

“Sleeping Beauty,” he calls, voice low and fond. “Your knight returns. Armed with provisions.”

You stir, blinking blearily, as he steps into the living room with the dramatic flair of a man who has never entered quietly in his life. Rain clings to his jacket, and his hair is damp, pushed back like he just stepped out of a rom-com poster.

He pulls out the purple pack like he's unsheathing Excalibur. “Ta-da!”

You squint at the package. “You really got the right ones?”

“Do you doubt me?” he asks, mock-offended. “I walked into that aisle with the confidence of a man who once had a threesome in the office stairwell and came out reborn as your humble pad-bearer.”

You laugh but your arms are already stretching open. It's automatic now—whenever Eddie's around, you want him close. Touch is like oxygen these days.

He notices. Of course he does.

“Ohhh, look at that,” he says, pointing with dramatic flair. “Cling activated. Look at you. Just a little puddle of neediness.”

“Shut up and hug me.”

“Needy,” he whispers, shaking his head like you've disappointed him deeply. “Desperate. Pathetic.”

But he's already walking over. Already dropping the bag on the floor and crouching down to your level. He slides an arm around your waist and pulls you in like he was born for it—like every cell in his body exists just to do this.

His scent hits you instantly. Rain. Leather. The lingering trace of his cologne.

“God, you're cold,” you murmur against his shoulder.

“God, you're clingy,” he retorts, but his hand is already at the back of your head, cradling it like he's soothing something fragile.

“You love it.”

“I do,” he admits easily. “Sick little koala.”

You breathe him in. He holds you tighter and neither of you moves for a while.

A soft, tired sigh leaves your lips. “Ugh, my stomach's killing me.”

Immediately, Eddie's hand rubs slow, calming circles against your back.

“I know, baby,” he says, quieter now. “I got you. We're gonna make it better, alright?”

His voice is warm and low, almost reverent. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and stays for a long beat before whispering, “Stay here. I'm getting your chamomile tea and snacks.”

Then he disappears into the kitchen.

You hear rustling, the fridge opening, and the kettle clicking on. When he returns, it's with a mug of chamomile tea, a snack bag full of chocolate, and—God help you—a duck-shaped heat pack.

“Why is it a duck?” you ask, your eyebrows raised.

“Because love makes you stupid,” he says. “Now take it. Don't say I never spoil you.”

You trade the old heating pad for the duck and the moment your hand wraps around the tea, you sigh. “You're being very sweet today.”

“I'm always sweet,” he says, sitting beside you and pulling you gently against his chest. “You just usually notice it after orgasms.”

You snort. “So noble. So selfless.”

“I know,” he whispers into your hair. “I should get a medal for being denied sex and still being this amazing.”

“You're so brave.”

“I am.”

Hours later, the sky darkened. The rain is softer now, a hush over the city. You’ve migrated to bed in slow, sleepy steps, your body still heavy with cramps, your heart just a little lighter.

Eddie slips under the covers first, stretching out with a content sigh, then opens his arms in invitation. “Come here, you bleeding goddess.”

You groan and crawl into his arms, finding your place against his bare chest like muscle memory. His skin is warm, his touch soft as he runs his fingers down your spine.

“Better?” he asks.

“Mm. A little.”

“I’d offer a back massage, but I fear I’d get too turned on.”

“Jesus, Eddie."

He grins against your hair. “I’m suffering, baby. I can’t even lie. But I’m being good.”

You tilt your head up to look at him. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” He cups your cheek. “Of course not. I mean, am I aroused to the point of spiritual crisis? Yes. But you’re bleeding. And in pain. And you still let me hold you like this. That’s more than enough.”

You blink. His voice is quieter now, the playfulness dialed down to something real.

“Seriously,” he adds. “I used to wake up alone next to people I didn’t even like. And now I get to wake up beside the love of my life. Period or not. That’s a win.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and press your face into his chest.

He lets a beat of silence pass, then says, “Still gonna write tragic poetry in my Notes app about it.”

You groan. “I knew you couldn’t help yourself.”

“It’s called ‘Red Tide of My Despair’—”

You squeak, pushing at him. “No.”

“A River of Lust, A Dam of Sadness—”

“No, Eddie—”

“The Crimson Abyss of Blue Balls—”

“Good. Night.”

He chuckles, then settles down again, arms locked tight around you, mouth brushing your temple.

You feel him relax as you drift. Safe. Warm. Held.

Even with the cramps. Even with the inconvenience. Even with the duck-shaped heat pack between you.

He’s here.

And he's yours.

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hii miss andy i have two drink orders i hope you will enjoy experimenting with and perfecting as you do <3 moving forward could i also be 🌙 anon ?

order one: may i please order a peppermint mocha (angsty fake relationship with lines blurring perhaps?) for sweetie boy tz with cinnamon (body worship) on top of some whipped cream (slight sub!m, bit of an apology vibe to it? like words won't be enough to him so he wants to make up for it with actions), and a layer of cold foam underneath ("i wanna be good for you, please let me be good for you")

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thank you so much for sending these asks in different submissions! it makes things just a little bit easier for me <3 you may be 🌙anon! feel free to stop by anytime for a little chat :) this is also a great ask because i have been in SUCH a sweetboytz mood lately. i had fun with this!!

“This isn’t working, Trevor. Maybe we should just end it before everyone finds out,” you sigh, rubbing your hands over your face and shaking your head. 

You’re alone in one of the rooms adjacent to the reception hall. You’re pacing back and forth in front of Trevor, who sits in a chair and watches you. His hands cover his mouth. This was supposed to be a convenient night for the both of you: you’re both single, freshly out of relationships, and neither of you wanted to deal with the probing questions from your acquaintances. You decided to spend the night together– entering together, sitting, dancing, and dining together, and leaving together. You contracted a few kisses, a few sensual touches, but you didn’t think so many people would be so giddy at the sight of you and Trevor together.

It’s a lot of pressure. You’ve been here a few hours already and you’re stressed. Every time Trevor talks to another woman, you feel like people are watching you. Their eyes creep over your skin with pity. There are a couple of drinks coursing through your system, putting you even further on edge. 

“Relax,” he says softly, catching your hips when you pass by him next. Trevor anchors you in front of him, sliding a hand under the slit in your black dress and stroking your thigh. “No one knows.”

“Trevor, you keep flirting with these beautiful women when I’m just across the room,” you reply. “People are looking at me.”

He coaxes you closer, pressing a kiss to your clothed hip. “I’m sorry for making you nervous,” Trevor says. “I won’t talk to the girls again unless you’re standing next to me and holding my hand.” 

You place your hands on his shoulders, heart thumping a little harder when Trevor kisses the spot where your slit starts, where your skin is just revealed. 

“We can do this,” Trevor tells you. He places another gentle kiss on your smooth thigh. “I want to be good for you. Please, let me be good for you.”

Trevor’s green eyes stare up at you through his long, dark lashes. He looks handsome in his suit, hair brushed back in pristine, princely portions. His hand is warm against your thigh, cupping the back of your upper leg and holding you intimately. He holds you like he would hold his real partner.

The air changes, more charged now.

Trevor slides his hand up a bit further, testing the waters. He’s nearly gripping your behind now, accentuated by an itty-bitty excuse for underwear. His other hand squeezes your hip. His lips part, although it’s a few seconds before he speaks again. 

“I’ll be so good for you,” Trevor promises in a low voice. He slides from his chair and gets on his knees, kissing from your calf to your upper thigh. He looks up at you once more before nosing beneath your slit and leaving a wet trail along both of your inner thighs. His gentle hands help you find his chair, turning your bodies so that his back is to the door and you can stare at it, keeping watch just in case. 

Trevor slides your panties down your legs, the flimsy fabric pooling around your ankles. He spreads your legs as well as he can, throwing your free leg over his shoulder and nuzzling against your core.

He uses his tongue to part your lips, to lavish your clit. Trevor moans against your entrance and you picture his eyelashes fluttering prettily as he laps at your pussy like he’s drinking the nectar of the gods. 

His index finger is quick to fill you and your manicured hand finds his perfect hair, fisting it as he curls his finger inside you and pets over your sensitive inner walls. 

“Let me taste you,” Trevor begs, smacking his lips before diving in for more. “Fuck, baby, I want you to come all over my tongue. We’ll go back out there and I’ll taste you on me all night, no one will know a thing. They’ll think we snuck away for some private time–”

“Which we did,” you gasp.

“Mhm, and they’ll never doubt we aren’t together,” Trevor finishes. “It’s the perfect plan and a treat for me, babe. You taste so good, I don’t want to taste anyone else. Come, baby, please come for me. I need it, need you.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, thighs squeezing Trevor’s head. He moans loudly. You’re not sure if he’s over-exaggerating or if he’s really enjoying it this much and you’re really not sure if you’re playing the fake dating game anymore with Trevor suckling your clit like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do.

[avaaawritesss]

tailfishing • chapter four

muddy | neighbor!anakin x fem!reader

chapter description • you go with anakin to the bonfire party and meet the rest of his friends. it's obvious you don't belong there. everyone stares at you, including anakin's ex girlfriend lana.

chapter warnings • classism, foul language, kissing/making out, fade to black scene hehe

table of contents | chapter 5 coming soon

Your attempt to “dress down” for the bonfire did nothing to conceal your beauty and would do nothing to help you fit in with the rest of the girls at the creek. He knows little to nothing about women’s fashion, considering his mom only ever bought new clothes from Walmart. But he suspects, your hoodie and little shorts are probably some expensive brand along with all of your jewelry like an influencer would have.

You walk a block down the street when Anakin picks you up. He knows you haven’t told your parents about your relationship yet, and despite being a grown adult, you’re still afraid of what they think. He chooses not to let his mind wander about your issues with your parents too much. He doesn’t want them to stand in his way of loving their daughter.

Oh. Love.

He starts to drive off once you’re buckled in.

You catch him off guard when you lean over to kiss him on his cheek. Then you snatch up his right arm to press smaller kisses on his hand. This is the only time he’s every wished for an automatic transmission because he has to pull away in order to shift to gears

“Sorry,” he mutters.

“I missed you. You’re a terrible texter.” You laugh about it, but he can tell it bothers you. He hears it in your voice.

Every time you text him, he’s floored. Like he doesn’t know how to react or what to say. Usually, he’ll reread your message about ten times before turning his phone off. He’ll wait before attempting to type out a response. He’ll delete every single one until he thinks his reply is perfect. Also, he doesn’t want to seem desperate because he is... desperate for you. And letting you see that side of himself—he’s not sure he’s ready to fully let you in. He’s never been in love before.

“I’m usually at work, and I try not to be on my phone. I’ll do better,” he assures you.

You rub his shoulder. “I—I shouldn’t be on my phone at work, but I dunno, I wanna talk to you, Anakin.”

Sure, it’s reckless, but he takes his eyes off the road so that he can see you. And with the sweet smile on your lips as you look up at him, he decides to pull over right then and there. They can be a few minutes late. He needs to kiss you more than he needs air to breathe.

At the lake, Anakin parks his car beside all the other vehicles. Most of them look like they came straight from a junkyard.

You cringe at yourself for thinking that. You shouldn’t judge. Anakin would probably break up with you had he heard that thought. But in your own defense, you’ve never been around people outside your family’s selective social circle. This is a completely new experience.

“Did you bring bug spray?” Anakin asks you turning the Mustang off.

“No. I didn’t know we were going to be in the middle of the woods.”

“It’s a creek.” He tilts his head as he ponders over your words. “There are definitely mosquitoes in summer, Angel.” His eyes turn wide, and he licks his lips. “Sorry,” he corrects.

You turn away to hide your blushing face. “I’ve never been to a place like this. I wasn’t thinking.”

“I have some in my trunk,” he says. “Let me get the door for you.” He trots around and swings the passenger door open.

“Thanks, Anakin.”

“You should always let me do that, okay,” he requests.

Flustered, you flail your hands around in embarrassment. “You really don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He looks down at his boots. “I know I don’t really look like a gentleman, but I can be when it’s deserved. And you deserve it.” He almost smiles before ducking away to pop the trunk.

You follow him. He holds a green spray can up to you. You reach forward, but he moves the bottle before you can touch it.

“May I?”

You nod and he kneels.

He looks good from this angle. You start to play with his hair, and he swats your hands away playfully. “I can’t focus if you do that,” he says.

You sink your hands deeper into his hair and gives him a head scratch. “Why?”

He sighs and tilts his head back, meeting your gaze. He’s so serious all the sudden. “Because... i—it’s,” he shakes his head and looks down at the grass, “a turn on for me,” he whispers shyly.

“Then I should do it more,” you affirm.

You can tell he’s smiling.

“Later.”

Quieting, Anakin sprays your legs with the bug spray and spreads it across your skin with his hands. The action is more intimate than you expected, and your skin tingles everywhere he touches. Once he finishes, he sprays his own arms and legs quickly and tosses the can in the trunk.

“You might want to spray your neck. Your arms should be good unless you take off that hoodie.”

“I’ll be okay, Anakin.”

He holds out his hand for yours, and they interlock fingers as they head to the group gathered around the bonfire. To you, it’s far too hot to have a bonfire, but you suppose it’s some weird tradition they have despite the summer heat. With the sun going down, it’s not quite so bad.

You definitely underestimated how out of place you would feel here. Even with Anakin at your side. Everyone stares at you the moment they enter the circle of Anakin’s friends. The only other person you know here is Rex. He rises from his blanket to greet you. A skinny girl with dark skin and bright blue eyes follows him.

“You must be (y/n)!” the girl waves. “I’m, Ahsoka!”

You’re surprised that Ahsoka knows who you are. Has Anakin been talking about you to everyone? Does he really like you that much? “Nice to meet you.”

“I think you undersold her, Rex. You’re gorgeous.” She hits Anakin’s arm. “What is she doing with you? Just wait until Lana—”

“Ahsoka!” Anakin says sharply, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

With the weird looks Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex are giving each other, it’s obvious something’s up.

“What?” You ask, more to Anakin than anyone else.

He groans. “It’s nothing. Just a girl I went out with for a second.”

They hadn’t gotten around to discussing your pasts. So, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything—the fact that Anakin didn’t mention this other person. But Ahsoka’s grimace is suspicious. Since they’re in front of his friends, you choose to drop the subject.

“Oh,” is all you say.

“Lana is here,” Ahsoka murmurs.

Anakin rolls his eyes. “I. Don’t. Care.”

���Fine. I tried,” Ahsoka sighs.

A group of the boys come to say hello to Anakin. You don’t know anyone else besides Ahsoka and Rex. The rest seem to just stare at you and act like you don’t exist. Taking it personally would be foolish. They don’t know you.

As he catches up with everyone, Anakin is smiling and laughing. You’ve never seen him so comfortable. You can tell he feels at home here. You can’t say the same. You have never been out in the woods like this, bugs swarming all around. Your idea of a bonfire is the one they have in your backyard, a decorative fire pit. Not a giant pile of sticks and leaves.

But you’re happy to integrate into Anakin’s world. You want to be his.

While Anakin is distracted, Ahsoka grabs your hand, “Come sit with us!” She brings you over to her small group of girlfriends sitting on a blanket. “This is (y/n). She’s Anakin’s new girlfriend.”

Oh, actually... you haven’t made it official. But you aren’t about to correct her.

Ahsoka’s friends all look at each other before waving and greeting you.

“How long have you been with Anakin?” someone asks.

“Rude!” Ahsoka scolds. “Ask her something about herself. Not Anakin.”

The girl, who is probably still in high school, scoffs. Then she opens the cooler beside her, “Wanna beer?”

“I’m alright. Thank you.” You lean closer to Ahsoka. “Who’s Lana, other than Anakin’s ex.” You do feel guilty about not asking Anakin about it first, but he seems like he doesn’t want to talk about it. At all.

Ahsoka points to the other side of the fire where Anakin stands. You watch as a girl with neon pink hair jumps on Anakin from behind.

“That’s Lana.”

You observe them interact. Anakin quickly pushes Lana off him. They talk. She’s all smiles. He looks upset. But you can’t help but think they look perfect together. She wears the same type of clothes Anakin does. Her jacket has more holes in it than the pants Anakin always wears.

“Lana was in love—is in love with Anakin. They’ve known each other since the first grade.”

“Did they date?”

“Eh... sorta. It’s complicated. Anakin more or less gave her a chance, but his heart wasn’t in the relationship. As you can see, you refuses to accept that they aren’t meant for each other.”

“He doesn’t feel anything for her?”

“Not like that. He likes you.”

It isn’t long after Ahsoka tells you that, that Anakin looks your way. Your eyes meet across the flames. And he comes over to you.

He doesn’t look at anyone else but you. “They’re gonna go riding four wheelers. I don’t wanna leave you here alone.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Ahsoka promises.

Anakin seems hesitant to accept the offer.

“Can I go?” you ask. You’ve never been on a four wheeler. Your family isn’t the outdoorsy type whatsoever.

Anakin laughs at you. “It’s fun, but muddy. I wouldn’t want you to get your nice clothes or,” he inspects your white sneakers, “shoes messed up.”

You kick your sneakers off and unzip your lululemon scuba hoodie. “Mud can’t stain this.” You refer to your black shorts, sports bra, and bare feet.

He pauses to slowly take you in, and you become aware of just how much skin you’re showing. “Okay,” he says, offering his hand to pull you up from the blanket.

He holds your hand more tightly when you pass all his friends. Anakin leads you to one of the four wheelers. The wheels are huge. This looks unsafe. He sits on first and pats the space behind him.

“Get on.”

You hold onto him as you lift your leg to get on the vehicle. He takes your arms and wraps them around his waist.

“Hold onto me,” he says, looking at you over his shoulder.

He doesn’t need to ask. You’re looking for any excuse to have your hands all over him.

When he starts the rumbly engine, the vehicle shakes. He revs it before taking off ahead of everyone else. The wind he’s creating feels amazing through your sweaty head. He dodges trees left and right. He just about leaves everyone else in the dust.

“They’ll catch up!” he shouts, seemingly knowing what you had been thinking.

He swerves to miss another tree, and you scream. Head against his back, you can feel his heavy laughter. You have never heard him laugh like this before. He sounds so free.

“Do I need to slow down?”

You want to say yes. But you want to hear him laugh like that even more. “No, I’m fine. I trust you!”

They speed down to the bank of the creek or... lake. Whatever.

It’s muddy. The giant tires carve out valleys in the bank and fling mud everywhere. Soon, you’re covered in it. Anakin spins out purposefully and drives through every puddle he sees. You’re surprised to find yourself laughing along with him. This is almost like that time you had a mud bath at your mother’s favorite spa.

By the time you both return to the bonfire, the sky is dark and the mud has nearly dried on your skin and hair. You aren’t as bad off as he is, but there’s still mud all over you. He stops the four wheeler and helps you get off it. You try to dust off a bit, but it doesn’t do much of anything.

Anakin feels disgusting caked in dried dirt and bug spray and sweat. He takes off and runs across an old wooden dock and cannonballs into the water. He stays under for a moment, letting the temperature of the creek cool him off. When he comes up for air, you are standing on the edge of the dock watching him for a few moments before jumping in too. Your decision is quick. He barely has time to register the action before it’s splashing him in the face

“I can’t touch the bottom,” you say, paddling toward him.

You grab his shoulders and hold onto him. For a while, you float, his back to you until he turns around. His breath catches seeing the reflection of the moonlight in your eyes. You’re looking up at him. He can’t restrain himself anymore around you. Anakin cups your face and kisses you roughly in front of everyone. He’s happy to do so. He wants everyone to know that you belong to him.

Anakin parks at the start of your driveway to let you out. You ask him to drive you straight home to shower after they fed each other smores at the bonfire while they dried off from the creek. Lana left him alone, which he’s still relieved about. And there’s no angry messages on his phone. Maybe she’s grown up some.

He's lost in thought when you open the door for yourself to leave.

“I was supposed to get that!” he snaps.

You laugh at him. “Anakin, I’m sorry. Do you want me to get back in?”

“Is that even a question? I don’t want you to go.” He stares at your lips for a moment. “And you didn’t give me a goodnight kiss.”

You clutch your heart dramatically. “How will you survive?” you say before crawling across the towels covering his seat just before planting one on him.

He still tastes chocolate and marshmallow but maybe it’s his stupid imagination.

You swat his hand away when he tries to slide his hand up your back.

“I’m nasty. I can’t feel hot like this,” you grumble. “I tried to be a good sport. I still feel gross. I definitely smell.”

Your pouty face is fucking adorable. He wants to kiss you again, but he respects your wishes. “I think it makes you sexier.”

You roll your eyes at that. “Thank you, but that’s not gonna work on me.”

“Whatever,” he says. “Have a goodnight then if you’re not gonna kiss me anymore or... other things.”

“I’ll text you later once I’m all clean.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“You’d better respond.” Your eyes are serious when you say that.

“I will. I promise.” He’s serious too now that he knows it’s real.

You: just finished showering. call me?

Delivered.

You messaged him ten minutes ago, and he still hasn’t read it. Of course, Anakin usually takes a while to respond. So, you likely don’t have anything to worry about, but you keep overthinking everything that happened at the bonfire. That was the first time meeting his friends and your first time at a party like that.

You probably did something to embarrass him. You probably shouldn’t have asked at all about his ex-girlfriend. And you definitely shouldn’t have asked Ahsoka about Lana. That was invasive of you. You should have respected his privacy more.

You set your phone on your nightstand and crawl into bed. You shouldn’t have been surprised hearing a buzz as soon as you’re comfortable.

Anakin: look out your window

You tumble out of bed and nearly trip on your covers to get to the window. Pushing back the curtains, you see him perched on the roof of your house like Spider-Man. For a moment, you question if this is real. Then he waves at you.

You unlock the window to let him in your bedroom. He closes the window for you while you stare in awe.

“I climbed up the tree and that one branch gets close enough for me to jump on the roof.” He narrows his eyes. “Didn’t you hear me land?”

“No.”

“Guess I’m better than I thought.” He wanders to the center of your room and looks around. “Wow. Everything’s so... neat.”

You run over to your bed and try to fix the messy sheets. “I keep my room clean most of the time. I do have laundry in that chair.” You point.

“That’s it?” He leans his head back. “You should see my room.”

Once your sheets are arranged more tastefully, you move to his side once more and set a hand on his arm, giving it a small squeeze. “Did you want to see my bedroom or something?”

He pulls you into a tight hug. A suffocating hug actually. His exhale is slow as he relaxes. “I should have asked. I was just going to call you back, but then I was thinking that’s stupid because you live right across from me. I can just come over. But now I’m realizing that I’m in your bedroom without your permission.”

“You don’t have to ask.”

“Oh really?”

“What’s mine is yours,” you whisper, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

He closes his eyes.

“Does that include you?” His voice is breathy.

“Especially me.” You sniff his shirt. “You smell good. Like soap.”

“I showered too.”

You still massage his scalp. “So, we’re both clean.”

On your tip toes, you pepper kisses around his lips. He laughs.

He pulls your hands down and holds them, resting his chin on your head. “I wanna make sure this is real before we—”

“It is, Anakin. What do I have to do to convince you that I’m crazy about you? I’d do anything for you.”

Y—you are? You would?”

“Yes.” There’s a hint of exasperation in your reply, but only because you can’t believe he doesn’t see it. “I like you. And no one else.”

“Well... when you put it like that.” Anakin has this crazy, wild look in his eyes. you gasp when he grabs you and picks you up so easily. Then he drops you on the bed.

He hesitates for a moment, glancing at you, asking for permission. So, you tap the spot beside you, and he crawls onto the mattress and over your body.

original au by @avaaawritesss feel free to use my work as inspiration (no direct plagiarism please :/) and tag me!! id love to read ur works too

this idea was originally written for anidala. click here if you are interested in the original version!!

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[emmi-hayes]

I've got a lover (i love like religion) and 1, 3 and 4 Vices + 9, 11 and 12 The Heart of Atasuyami + 1, 14 and 15

i’ve got a lover

 What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Gosh! A couple of things inspired me on this one. There was a lovely conversation with @itsbluetetsu and ​​@rouge-the-bat about Kurama and religious trauma. I wanted to write a story that brushed those types of themes, and showed Kurama coping with it in a not super helpful way. 

And the thought of Kurama being prissy over having to return obligation chocolates really made me laugh. And the idea of Hiei being bad at roleplaying was amusing. 

3. What’s your favorite line of narration?

This is one of my favorite sections of narration. Sorry it’s not a single line but I need them all. 

Kurama hums approvingly, unable to quiet his pleasure. He badly wants to be appreciated, craves this centered worship. He does not need prayers to some other being dropped at his feet. He is Youko Kurama. He is nobody’s mouthpiece or errand boy. 

Suddenly and fiercely, he longs for any of his old dens in Makai. To see Hiei so submissive there, in a space—a shrine—made to his liking, turns Kurama’s gentle hum into a possessive, rumbling growl.

 

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Again, sorry for not being able to pick a single line. But this exchange really captured the tone I was going for. 

“I told you I took my name from it? I’ve had many names in my past, but I took such pleasure in my time there. It was easy for others in both planes to identify me by it, it’s the name that became infamous. The humans are the ones that truly gave me that name. They would bring offerings to the Youko of Kurama–food, drink, trinkets, maidens. They would make offerings to me to carry their prayers to Inari Okami-sama.”

Vices

9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Yes! Nothing major was different. This is a story made up of my longstanding headcanons. So the bones have been in the back of my mind for decades. 

Earlier versions had the timing of the story to be different. I wanted them to go to Kyoto in the fall, to see Mt. Kurama painted in fiery reds and oranges. But it wouldn’t work out that way when I was doing my plotting. 

The original didn’t have them going to Okutama Town, or fighting the lizard demon. But I realized I was making to big of leaps in the Kurama falling in love department and needed to give him some reasons to have these feelings bubbling up. 

Also the OCs? Did not plan on them being in it so much. And having Inari show up was never really set in stone. 

11. What do you like best about this fic?

I like so many things. It is my first chaptered work, my first collab with others, and I really feel like I set out to write with a consistent tone and style and hit that most of the time. 

I also really like the middle section. The Okutama Town detour was sorely needed at the time of writing. It was a breath of fresh air!

12. What do you like least about this fic?

Maybe the smut in chapter 11? I wrote that scene early on. IT was maybe the third thing written for the fic. I can’t bring myself to read it anymore. There are a few lines I know I like, but I fear it doesn’t flow with the story since it wasn’t written in order (and was written before I had outlined the story, I wasn’t aware it would all be connected at that time.)

The Heart of Atsuiyami

 What inspired you to write the fic this way?

This was written for a prompt! @hamspamandjamsandwich came up with the idea of Kurama tricking Hiei into a date by disguising it as a mission. I liked the idea of Kurama planning escape rooms and elaborate scavenger hunt proposals, and knew he’d do the same for Hiei. It couldn’t just be simple, he’d want it to feel real. Koenma is such a romantic he’d be happy to help. Also, @criscura helped me bounce ideas around a lot! Pretty sure she gave me the original idea.

14. Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Hm, I didn’t have a lesson or theme in mind while writing. Maybe just that Kurama is the most extra. He is not above dragging his boyfriend across the three planes in order to prove he loves him.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

That I can do it! I was writing a lot of things all at once.

[stormyoceans]

Top memorable BL/GL moments (off the top of your head)?

definitely had to stop myself from thinking too much about this or i would have ended up never answering it ;;;;;;;;

these are roughly the first 10 moments that came to mind and that did leave a big impression on me for one reason or another, but i also tried to pick scenes that i think can be memorable for a lot of people, so here we go!!!!!!!

1. the pride flag scene in not me. A CULTURAL RESET. there's a reason why this scene shows up on my dash every year on pride month and that's because it's just that powerful and joyful and iconic.

2. drunk gao shi de in we best love: fighting mr. second. the tension is insane. the one long continuous take is insane. sam lin is insane. i honestly can’t remember any other moment that made me hold my breath and then just stare at a blank screen not even knowing what i was feeling for twenty minutes after it was over.

3. the second kiss in the time of fever. i've never seen the tension in a scene go from 0 to a 100000 like this in my entire life. it made me feel things god only intended for martyrs in moments of divine ecstasy at the threshold of death to experience.

4. the back-rubbing scene in i told sunset about you. speaking of chemistry and tension so deranged it had me seeing the face of god at 3 am in my apartment......AND THIS WAS BACK IN 2020. absolute crazy work from everyone involved.

5. the bar kiss and the entire follow up scene in semantic error. WARNING. IM GOING TO KISS YOU IN ONE MINUTE. sang woo being the one to grab jae young's shirt and kiss him first!!!!!! sang woo running away and jae young chasing after him!!!!!! the 2 weeks trial subscription!!!!!! the pink 'love me kiss me' sign!!!!!! korean BLs may have peaked here im afraid

6. day losing his sight in last twilight. listen. whatever my feelings for this show may be, it's hard to deny that this is one of the most powerful and emotional scenes portrayed on television.

7. togawa’s confession in old fashion cupcake. look. this scene is amazing for a lot of reasons (one of which being the use of the long take to fully deliver the characters’ emotions) and it’s not my intention to cheapen it in any way, but also let’s be honest. the thumb in nozue's mouth made this moment unforgettable.

8. mew revealing the recorded tape to top in only friends. i don’t care about the fandom’s war over which one of these characters is morally superior and which of their actions a viewer can enjoy or not, all i know is that mew was absolutely GOATED for this. i’ve never felt more satisfied about something in my entire life.

9. kitsune vee in century of love. single most sexiest thing to ever happen in anything QL related and possibly in all of television as a whole I SAID WHAT I SAID.

10. the marriage proposal in manner of death. when your boyfriend enlists your friends to stage a whole life and death situation for old times’ sake just to propose to you. and you say yes. and it’s 2021. OKAY FREAKS (AFFECTIONATE)

AND ALSO EVERY SINGLE SCENE IN VICE VERSA OKAY BYE

(am i mad at myself and my brain for coming up with BL moments exclusively? yes i am. this is the sign i need more GL shows to watch IMMEDIATELY)

[causeimanartist]

hey!! i just wanted to tell you that i really love your art! in fact, your batman/dc art was a major part of what got me into dc as a whole (if it wasn't the inciting incident on its own lol)!! i love your bruce in particular—it's hard not to when YOU clearly love him.

wishing you the best in all regards but particularly health, rest, and creativity (those can be hard to come by sometimes)

Aaah thank you so much!! It means so much to me to hear this 💙

[mel-loly]

ooo you can draw Oliver sprout as a pony for Halloween!!!! >:3333

Hey Hyia!!! Also- of course, here you go: ↓

Hope you like it and thank you so much for the idea!! :3💖

(If you have any ideas for something for me to draw for Halloween, please, share in private chat or reblog/comment here! Thank you!💛)

[space-blue]

Just passing by to thank you for Five is an Awful number 🥺 I have it downloaded as an epub and it’s one of my fav recom fics 💕 💕

I'm so sorry for taking a month and a half to reply to this!! This ask really took me by surprise and it's been a pleasure of a sort going back to it and thinking "oh wow I need to reply".

"Ah... What?!" she asks, shocked by the news, as am I!

Just a rough doodle. I'm out of practice xD

But yeah there's lot of recom fics, and many great ones, so I'm very flatered Five is one of your favourites. I'll have to actually write Q's pov as he recovers one day... Hopefully A3 rekindles my brainrot!

[uhohdad]

SO I HAVE THOUGHTS. THE FIRST THOUGHT IS HOW DARE YOU

H O W

DARE

YOU

(affectionate)

SECOND.

:C

THIRDLY.

You wrote so much for us and so well omg I hope you get some rest. Your hands must be sore from all the fire they're producing.

This is my favourite series. I keep coming back to reread the other parts. Part 3 was my favourite of the series. It was so nice and sweet. A fun little breath of air. The waterfall? Perfection. The ending? Had me wanting to throw my phone across the room ┻��┻⁠︵⁠ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠︵⁠┻⁠┻

I can't wait to read the last part :') :') :')

Sending you lots of love and encouragement 🫶🏼💕💖✨

i hope you know that it literally means the world to me that my work means this much to you. i’m over the moon that y’all see my works the way i see them fr. it’s actually bonkers <3 🥹🥹🥹💗🩷💞💕

Been working on The Aftermath a lot today!! sorry if i haven’t been posting enough writing lmao just tryna crank this baddie out. so honored y’all are excited for it 😭

⌜ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[tategaminu]

YOU. You are a crazy wild card and every time you appear in the notes of a post we are in for a treat and also maybe a mini-lobotomy and it's awesome

I'm so glad my rabid notes are actually useful teehee

[forevernight-fluttershy]

Daisy, lilac, Lavendar, and Hellebore!!

(Also to op: love this blog!!! Such an interesting idea for an ask blog and I love the graphics used too!!!)

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment? 

Hm... I don't like to brag, but if I had to pick something, I think it would be helping all the animals adjust to the permanent night. Not all of them were able to, though...

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child? 

Spend the day watching clouds with Rainbow Dash, it used to be so much fun to watch them with her and debate what shapes they looked like! Sometimes she would even mold the clouds to fit the shapes, herself. I haven't really seen her as much lately though, not since she became a guard for Nightmare Moon...

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself? 

That's a hard one... Can I come back to that later? Sorry...

Hellebore: How do you show affection? 

With cuddles, food, and lots of attention! The animals really love it.

[someprettyname]

sobbing cus I can’t acc kith u😔💔

well when I say “KISSIN U” just imagine this ig 💔

WHY IS THIS SO PARTICULAR AND ON POINT WITH DETAILS?

DAMN. DID YOU JUST DRAW ME KIRA? DID YOU REALLY DRAW ME?

I'm-

Sob sob no one's ever drawn me before I'm going to cry sob sob

WAAAAAAAA EVEN THE DETAILS WITH THE MOLES ARE SO ON POINT (or am I imagining stuff?) SOBBING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND YES THIS IS DEFINITELY HOW YOU SHOULD IMAGINE ME GIBING YOU SMOOCHES TOO MWAH MWAH

though I'd be giggling happily and grinning ear to ear if you kith me rather than be like ":0" sob sob

Dawg you're so talented. My wife is so talented.

But.....

But I'm not as talented as you. I can't draw that good.

What do I do?

The least I can do is share my cookies....

.... Shall this suffice? *sob sob* i lob you so much thank you thank you 💛

Me rn :

[nokk0]

*A wild Grovyle emerged from the bushes, with a look of mischief with a touch of perversion in the pupils of his eyes, with a box in his hands. He approached Fal, maintaining a certain distance between them. This one opened the box, it was a potato salad with carrots*

"Hey Buddy, I just 'borrowed' a package of the best salad I've ever seen. Do you want some?"

Fal was disturbed by the rustling of the leaves of the mysterious bushes that appeared out of nowhere

While holding Snow, he turned to look at the bush...

only to be cordially greeted by a rather friendly Grovyle

"Oh... That... That's for Fal, pon...?"

Fal timidly took the offered food, while Snow watched everything with intrigue and a lot, lots of confusion

"...Is it okay for Fal to receive this after everything Fal has done, pon...?"

"... You are just question that...? You won't even talk about the... Forget it... Eat calmly, okay?"

Snow... She doesn't know how to deal with all of this. She barelly can understand what's going on. Not long ago, Fal dissapeared in front of her. And now, both of them were together again, just like nothing happened...

@kirbyoctournament

[tiredtrashpandaart]

Hey if you’re still struggling to make an sona for your sister? Like maybe pie cut eyes for the red panda and stars shaped rings for the rings of the tail

Again it’s just a suggestion you can go buck wild, just a thing I keep forgetting to mention rip

- Knitted demon spawn

first off, OMIGOSH HI KNITTED DEMON SPAWN!!!!!!!!!!

second, YOU'RE SO RIGHT AIOPASDFGHGHUIASDGBHeffgady youve cured my block for drawing her sona! I've actually designed it now!!!

thank you so much for the ideas!!!! Youve saved me :}}}

[exrocist]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're a beautiful person and I will explode anyone who wrongs you with my mind :3

HIII <333 thank you nini how safe I feel under your psychic protection!! be merciful!!

and a gift for you <3