#bye bye buddy sweep!!

[thedilfdiaries]

Divide my legs like a mathematician

Dbf!Joel x virgin!reader

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Wordcount: 4K

Summary: you find yourself drawn to Joel's confidence and charm, unable to resist the forbidden fruit. After sharing an intimate moment by the pool, you're left feeling both guilty and exhilarated, eager for more.

Warnings: 18+, virginity loss, reader has first kiss, age gap (reader is early 20's and Joel is however old you need him to be.) Reader has hair and breasts, and wears a bikini, unprotected p in v, m&f oral receiving, fingering, Joel comes twice. Joel, being a typical middle-aged man, saying "you know.."

Notes: please do not read if this kind of dynamic or situation is offputting or something you do not like or enjoy or object to. Please be responsible for yourself and your fic reading. Love you bye 💝 and don't ask about the title unless you wanna hear and see something weird 😂

The sun beats down relentlessly, its fiery rays reflecting off the shimmering surface of the pool. You've sought refuge by its side, lying on a vibrant, floral towel, your swimsuit clinging to your skin. Your eyes flutter closed, and you breathe in the scent of chlorine and sunscreen, letting the warmth of the day lull you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a shadow eclipsing the sun. You squint up, the brightness giving way to the familiar face of Joel Miller, your dad's old buddy. The one you haven't seen in a few years.

His salt-and-pepper hair, flecked with silver, is styled in a casual yet purposeful way. His muscular build is evident through his t-shirt and swim trunks. Joel's eyes, a stunning shade of chocolate brown, crinkle at the corners as he turns his attention to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?" he asks, his gaze sweeping over your body in a way that makes you feel a bit nervous.

You shield your eyes from the sun with your hand before you reply, "Hey Joel, my dad's not here. He had to run some errands."

Joel chuckles, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, good thing you're here to keep me company while I wait for him.”

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the heat that rises to your face. "I'm not here to entertain you," you say, trying to sound stern.

Joel chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know you've sure grown up since I last saw ya, more beautiful than ever."

You can't help but feel a little flattered by his words, even if you try to hide it. You've always had a bit of a crush on Joel, but you know that he's off-limits, the forbidden fruit. He's your dad's friend, and he's much older than you. You've never even had a boyfriend, but there's something about him that you find irresistible. Maybe it's his confidence, or his sense of humor, or the way he makes you feel when he looks at you. Whatever it is, you can't help but be drawn to him.

You try to play it cool. "Oh, please, you're just saying that because you feel awkward being alone with me and you're trying to be nice."

"Maybe, maybe not," he admits. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're beautiful."

You feel your heart flutter at the way the word rolls off his tongue, but you try to hide your reaction. "Prove it," you say, challenging him.

Joel raises an eyebrow, chuckling. "Prove it?" he repeats. "How do you propose I do that?"

You shrug, trying to act nonchalant. "I dunno, race me to the other side of the pool, maybe?"

Joel's laughter rings out, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief as he accepts the challenge. "You're on.” With a swift and fluid motion, he peels off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and arms. The garment lands carelessly on a nearby chair, but you barely notice as your gaze follows the contours of his physique. You notice how broad he is and how beautiful in return you think he is.

Joel dives into the pool, cutting through the water with surprising grace and agility. The splash startles you, breaking your reverie, and you take a deep breath diving into the pool swimming as fast as you can towards the other side of the pool.

The cool water feels refreshing against your skin, but you're determined to win the race. You swim with all your might, your legs kicking furiously behind you. But despite your best efforts, Joel reaches the other side just before you do.

You come up for air, panting slightly, and Joel grins at you. "I win."

You stick your tongue out at him. "Fine, you win," you concede. "But that doesn't mean you're right about me being beautiful."

Joel's expression softens, and he looks at you with a seriousness that takes you by surprise. "You know darlin, I'm not just sayin' it to flatter you," he says as he gets out of the pool and then helps you out. "I've always thought you were beautiful. But now, you're all grown up, and I can't help but notice the way you move, the way you challenge me, it's all so - intoxicating."

His words make you feel self-conscious, but also excited. You've never had anyone talk to you like this before, and it's both scary and thrilling.

Joel notices your reaction and takes a step closer to you. "I know this is unexpected, and maybe even a little inappropriate," he says. "But, I can't help the way I feel. And I think you feel it too, don'tcha darlin?”

"I-I don't know," you stammer.

Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "It's okay, take your time. I'm not goin’ anywhere." You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You've never felt this way before, and you're not sure what to do. "It's okay," he repeats. "I know it’s a lot to take in.” Joel moves so his body mere inches away from yours. "You ever done anythin' before, you got a boyfriend?”

You pause, feeling the air get tense. You can't believe how abrupt he is to just ask like this. You shake your head, feeling a bit ashamed you've never even kissed a boy before, let alone have a boyfriend.

Joel can see the uncertainty in your eyes, but he also sees curiosity and desire. He takes a deep breath, and his eyes never leave yours. "You know, I can teach you how to please a man, how to be pleasured. I wanna make sure that when you do decide to be with someone, you're not so inexperienced."

Your eyes flitter around, never fully meeting Joel's gaze. "I dunno I've never done anything like this before," you admit.

Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand. "I know babygirl," he says. "And I'm not going to push you into anything. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, if you want me to be."

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that what Joel is suggesting is wrong, but you can't help feeling like a snake, trying to convince yourself to take a bite of the juiciest looking apple you’ve ever seen. He's always been so helpful, and now that he's offering to show you the ways of intimacy, you can't help but be tempted. You really don't want to be so inexperienced when it's your real first time. "I want you to teach me Joel," you whisper.

Joel's face lights up, "I promise to make this a learning experience for you, somethin’ you'll never forget."

He takes your hand and leads you to a secluded spot by the pool, sits down on the grass, and pulls you down next to him. "First things first, let's start with the basics. You ever touch yourself?"

You shake your head, feeling yourself fill with embarrassment.

"S'okay," he says. "This is all new to you. Just do what I do, okay?"

He takes your hand and guides it to your bottoms, helping you to slip your fingers under the fabric. You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you gasp as Joel's and your fingers brush against your clit.

"Just relax," he says, his voice soothing. "S’all about pleasure."

As you continue to touch yourself, you can feel something building inside of you. It's a strange, unfamiliar sensation, but it's also incredibly pleasurable. You moan softly as Joel continues to guide your hand, his lips close to your ear.

"That's it," he murmurs, his lips close to your ear. "Just relax and enjoy the sensation." You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you can feel your body tensing as you get closer and closer to your first orgasm. Joel can sense this too, and he places a hand on your belly, feeling each jolt and tremor as it passes through you.

"Just let go, baby," he whispers. "I've got you. You're safe."

But suddenly, you pull your hand away, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"I can't," you say, your voice shaking. "It feels too weird."

Joel can see the look of fear and uncertainty in your eyes, and he pulls you against his chest.

"Yes, you can, I promise," he says, his voice soothing and reassuring. "Just let yourself feel the pleasure. Let me help you, baby. Tell me what you're feeling, baby," he says, his voice gentle and coaxing. "What does it feel like when I touch you like this?" He starts rubbing circles on your clit again.

You take a deep breath, trying to put your feelings into words. "It feels...good," you say, your voice hesitant. "But it's also scary. I've never done this before."

"I know, baby," Joel coos. "But there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here with you, and I'll never let anything bad happen to you."

Joel can see that you need a different approach, something that will help you to relax and let go of your inhibitions.

He pulls away from you, his eyes meeting yours. "Let's try something a little different," he says with a gentle voice. Before you can protest, Joel is moving down your body, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your skin. When he reaches your thighs he gently guides them further apart, leaving kisses all the way until he reaches your swimsuit bottoms, he pulls them to the side, exposing your clit. You gasp as you feel his tongue flick against your clit, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"Just relax," Joel murmurs, his voice soothing. "Let me show you how good this can feel."

He continues to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers slipping inside of you to stroke your G-spot. You can feel pleasure building inside of you, more intense than anything you've ever felt before.

"Yes, just like that," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let go, babygirl. Let yourself feel it."

And suddenly, you do. The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, so intense that you can barely breathe. You cry out whatever vowels and constants your brain can, and your body shakes with the force of it. Joel doesn't stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work their magic. Another orgasm builds inside of you, even more intense than the first. You can feel yourself on the edge, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Come on, babygirl, come again, such a good girl."

And you do. This orgasm tears through you like a lightning bolt, so intense that you see stars behind your closed eyes.

Finally, the orgasm subsides, and you collapse back onto the grass, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Joel moves beside you, his arms wrapped around you as he holds you close to his body.

"How do you feel?" he murmurs, his lips close to your ear.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I feel...amazing," you say, quietly.

Joel smiles, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm glad," he says. "That's exactly how I wanted you to feel." Joel's expression is gentle as he looks at you, gauging your reaction. He then reaches down and slowly starts to undo the drawstring of his swim trunks. "You ever seen a cock before?"

You shake your head, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. Joel seems to sense your apprehension, and he takes his time as he pulls down his swim trunks, revealing his erect length. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight before you, the way the sunlight dances off his smooth, taut skin, the way the veins protrude just slightly, creating a roadmap. Your gaze drifts down to the base, where the same salt and peppered hair that graces his head dusts his pelvis. Joel gives you a moment to take it all in before speaking again, his voice barely above a whisper, "Do you wanna touch it?" The question hangs in the air.

You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and curiosity. Joel's hand finds yours, guiding it towards his stiffening cock. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. As you wrap your fingers around his shaft, you marvel at the weight and firmness of it in your hand.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Joel moans, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes into your touch.

Encouraged by his reaction, you begin to explore his cock more fully. You stroke your hand up and down its length, feeling it twitch and throb beneath your fingertips. Joel helps guide your movements, his hand covering yours as he shows you the rhythm he likes best.

"Tighten your grip a little... yeah, just like that," he murmurs, his breath hitching as you increase the pressure. Joel's moans become louder and more frequent, and you can feel him grow even harder in your hand. It takes no time at all for Joel to reach his peak.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna come," Joel gasps, his hips thrusting forward.

You pull your hand away, unsure of what to do. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you. You look like a deer in headlights, and the sight almost makes him come without help. "It's okay, baby," he says with a gentle voice. "You don't have to do anything. Just wanted to give you an idea of what it feels like, what it looks like, what it tastes like," he says softly, "But, if you're curious, I can show you how to pleasure a man with your mouth."

You nod, your curiosity getting the better of you. "I want to, I wanna learn."

Joel smiles, his eyes softening. "Okay, just remember to take it slow. There's no rush."

Joel takes your hand and guides it down to his cock, which is already rock-hard and pulsing with desire. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you're eager to explore him further. With a gentle nudge, he encourages you to take him into your mouth.

At first, you're hesitant. You've never done this before, and you're not sure what to do. But Joel is patient and kind, gently stroking your hair and murmuring words of encouragement.

"That's it, baby," he whispers. "Just relax and take your time. Mmm, yeah, just like that."

Emboldened by his words, you begin to explore him more fully. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. Joel lets out a low moan of pleasure, and you can feel his hips bucking up towards you.

Encouraged you take him deeper into your mouth. You suck harder, your cheeks hollowing out as you work him over. Joel's moans grow louder and more frequent. Suddenly, he grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head up and down in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come," he gasps, his voice tight with pleasure.

You pull back, letting his cock slip out of your mouth with a wet pop. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Keep goin’ like you were, just swallow if you can, it's natural."

Joel's eyes flutter closed as he helps guide your head back down to his cock, savoring the feeling of him growing hard in your mouth once more. You wrap your lips around him, taking him in slowly, and begin to move your head in a gentle rhythm. Joel's breathing grows heavy as he lets out a low moan, his fingers finding their way into your hair.

You can feel him tensing up, and then, with a shudder, he comes, filling your mouth with warmth. The taste is strange and unfamiliar, but you swallow, determined to please him. You pull your mouth away from him quickly, probably a little too quickly. "Joel," you say, your voice hesitant as you look over at him, catching his breath. "Can we... do it?"

Joel looks at you, his expression serious. "Do what, babygirl?" he asks, puffing out a response through caught breathes even though he knows what you're asking.

"You know...have sex," you whisper.

Joel's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire. "Baby, I just came," he says, his voice gentle. "Let me catch my breath for a bit, and then we can figure somethin' out."

Joel's eyes meet yours, and he can see the slight hint of disappointment in them. But he understands, and he takes your face gently in his hands, leaning in close so that his mouth is almost touching yours. "Don't worry, babygirl," he says, his voice soft and soothing. "I'll make it worth your while." You can feel your heart flutter at his words, and you can't help but smile. Joel's breathing begins to return to normal, and he pulls back slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "I think I have a couple of ideas," he says. "But, it's gonna take some effort on both our parts."

You nod, eager to please him and experience more of the pleasure he's shown you.

Joel takes a deep breath, looking at you with a serious expression. "I want you to take your top off."

You look at him in surprise, your hands instinctively going to cover your chest. "What? Why?" You ask, your voice hesitant.

Joel reaches out to take your hands in his, his eyes meeting yours. "Because it's a natural part of a woman's body, and it's one of the things that turns me on the most," he explains. "And I want to be able to pleasure you fully, without any barriers between us."

You bite your lower lip, you've never been naked in front of anyone before, and the thought of doing so with Joel is both terrifying and thrilling. But you trust him, and you want to please him. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head, signaling your agreement. Joel's eyes softened as he smiled, his hands moving to gently guide you onto his lap. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you straddle him, your thighs brushing against his. His fingers deftly undo the knot that holds your bikini top in place, and the fabric falls away, leaving your breasts exposed to the warm summer air. You feel a shiver run down your spine, your nipples hardening in response to the exposure.

Joel's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your bare chest, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Mmm, so perfect baby.” Before you can respond, Joel leans in, his mouth capturing one of your nipples. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively going to his hair as he sucks and licks at your breast. Joel's hands come up to cup your other breast, his fingers teasing your nipple. You had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of his mouth on your breast, his hands caressing your body. It's intoxicating.

Joel's hands start to wander down your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. He reaches your bikini bottoms, and you can feel him tugging at the fabric. "Lift up for me, baby,"

You do as he asks, lifting your hips off the ground as he pulls your bikini bottoms down your legs. You're completely naked now, exposed to Joel's gaze, but instead of feeling embarrassed, you feel a thrill run through your body. Joel's eyes are dark with desire as he takes in the sight of your bare body.

"Fuck, babygirl, you are so damn delicious," his hands reach out to touch you. He runs his fingers along your inner thighs, teasing you. "Spread your legs for me, baby, nice and wide," he says, his voice low and commanding.

You comply, spreading your legs apart.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you? I've been dreaming about this for years, imagining what it would be like to touch you, to taste you."

You gasp as Joel's hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. "You're so wet," he growls, his fingers circling your clit in slow, deliberate movements. "I can feel how much you want me, how much you need me. You think you're ready, baby?"

You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and nervousness. Joel moves between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt or hesitation.

"If you want to stop at any time, just tell me," he says. "I won't be upset."

You nod and shyly say, “I'm ready.”

Joel positions himself at your entrance, his tip pressing gently against your opening. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or fear. "Just breathe, babygirl," his voice soothes you a bit. "It might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it'll feel good real soon."

You nod, taking a deep breath as Joel starts to push inside of you. You feel a sharp pain as he breaks through your barrier, and you can't help but gasp at the sensation. “Ah, Joel, it hurts," you whimper, your eyes watering.

Joel curses under his breath, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "I know, I know, I gotcha.” He continues to move slowly, giving your body time to adjust to the intrusion. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, and you can't help but wince at the discomfort. Joel leans down, almost kissing you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. "It's okay, babygirl," he murmurs. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

As he continues to move, the pain starts to fade, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar sensation. It's not entirely unpleasant, but it's not exactly comfortable either. Joel seems to sense your confusion, and he starts to move his hips in a slow, circular motion. "Feel that, babygirl?" he touches your lower belly where you can feel his cock hitting. "That's your body gettin’ used to me. It's gonna feel good soon, I promise."

And he's right. As he continues to move, the sensation begins to shift, becoming something more pleasurable. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to Joel's movements. "That's it, babygirl," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let yourself feel it. Let yourself feel me."

He starts to move faster, his hips thrusting harder against yours. You think you can feel yourself getting closer to another orgasm and Joel can sense it too. "You like that, babygirl? You like feeling my cock inside of you? You like feeling me stretch you open, fill you up?"

You nod, a small whimper coming from the back of your throat.

"Good," he breathes, pushing his hips deeper into yours, the friction making him groan. "Tell me when you're gonna come, sweetheart."

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I-I'm gonna come," you gasp.

Joel's eyes widen, and he nods, his hips thrusting harder against yours. "Come for me, babygirl," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Come on my cock."

The orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, so powerful that it feels like every nerve in your body is firing at once. You can't help but cry out, a loud, primal sound that probably alerts everyone in close proximity to what's happening. Your body convulses with pleasure, every muscle tensing and then releasing as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

Joel's thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming against yours with a fierce urgency as he chases his own release. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, each one hot and moist against your ear. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "I'm so close. I'm gonna come too." You can feel him throbbing inside of you, each pulse of his cock sending another shiver of pleasure through your body. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of you, wanting to feel every inch of him as he fills you up with his warmth.

And then he's there, his body tensing as he reaches his own peak. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "Oh fuck!" He collapses on top of you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest. For a moment, neither of you say anything, both of you too caught up in the afterglow of what just happened.

Finally, Joel lifts his head, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and desire. "Fuck, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice still low and husky. "That was...incredible."

You wrap your arms around him, feeling a surge of affection and gratitude. "Thank you," you whisper into his ear as you instinctively start stroking his hair.

Joel looks up at you, "What are you thankin’ me for?"

You feel a mix of embarrassment and shyness. "For showing me how good it can feel."

Joel smiles. "You're welcome, baby girl. I'm glad I could be the one to show you." He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, gentle kiss. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment, in the feeling of Joel's lips on yours, in the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

Your first kiss.

But all too soon, the bliss comes to an end. Joel pulls away, his eyes meeting yours. "I better get goin'," he says. "Your dad will be back soon."

You nod, feeling a surge of disappointment. "Okay," you say kinda pouty.

Joel smirks and lifts your chin in his hand so you're looking at him. "Don't look so sad, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "This is just the beginning. I promise to show you so much more."

With that, he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and he gets up, putting his swim trunks back on. You watch as he walks away, your heart heavy in your chest. You know that what just happened was wrong, that it's not something that should have happened. But you can't help the way you feel, the way your body responds to Joel's touch. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that you should feel guilty, that you should be ashamed of what just happened. But all you can feel is a sense of excitement, of anticipation. You know that this is just the beginning.

And you can't wait.

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 9]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Another morning shift was done. Like always, you were not there, having stepped out for a breather. Yunho was used to it now, he didn't feel worried about where you disappeared to anymore, even if he didn't know your reason behind it. All the boys were gathered in the kitchen when you poked your head in.

"Hwa. May I speak with you?" You called. All the boys turned their heads, Mingi even shivering at how cold your tone suddenly was. Seonghwa hummed and nodded, stepping out with you.

"Is everything okay?" San asked.

"Who knows." Wooyoung shrugged. He shared a brief glance with Jongho before they continued clearing up for the night.

Even if Wooyoung and Jongho knew, they wouldn't give anything away. They knew you valued your privacy and details about your personal life.

"Good job, today everyone. It marks one week of us opening." Yunho smiled, lifting the atmosphere again.

"Since we have the rest of the day off, I got some alcohol free sparkling apple cider." He went to get the cold beverage.

"Boo, we want alcohol." Jongho and Wooyoung scoffed.

"We shouldn't spend the rest of the day drunk and I don't want to seem like I am encouraging day drinking." Yunho laughed and got some plastic disposable champagne flutes. He popped the cork and everyone clapped.

"Sorry about that." You and Seonghwa came in.

"No need to apologise. Just on time for Yunho's toast." Mingi laughed. Yunho poured the sparkling cider into the cups and handed it out to everyone.

"I didn't prepare a toast but I guess thank you all for the hard work so far. We have been open for one week... To more weeks!" He raised his cup. You stifled a laugh at his words but all of you raised your cups.

"That was a terrible toast, Yunho ah." Hongjoong chuckled. Yunho blushed, his ears turning red.

"This is not alcoholic?" You raised an eyebrow after taking a sip.

"Boss says he doesn't want to encourage day drinking." Yeosang said. You blinked slowly, processing his words, but nodded your head with an amused smirk on your face.

"Looks like I've got to go." You checked your watch and gulped down the remaining bit of the drink. Jongho nodded while Wooyoung pouted, coming over to squish you into a tight hug, kissing you on the cheek, which you frowned at slightly but didn't protest. You patted Wooyoung on the back.

"I'll see you all tomorrow." You bowed your head, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"I can drop you off." Seonghwa offered softly.

"It's fine, Hwa. I'll text you later." You said. There was no emotion on your face that gave away how you felt. You weren't frustrated or touched by Seonghwa's want to drop you off.

"Bye." You waved and walked out first. As the rest finished what they needed to do, those that were done left first.

"Thanks guys." Yunho waved as Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho took their leave.

"I'm done sweeping." San groaned and stretched his arms over his head. Yeosang and Hongjoong were done with wiping the tables and the chairs as well.

"Shall we get lunch before we split?" Yunho beamed.

"As much as you're all my close friends, I've seen you all almost everyday for the past week. I need a break from all of you." Mingi scoffed, finishing his task of wiping the coffee cups and stacking them at the barista counter.

"Seconded. I need to go for my solo session at the gym." Yeosang raised his hand.

"Hear that, San ah? You're not a good gym buddy." Hongjoong chuckled. San just rolled his eyes, he couldn't care less.

"Well, I'm going to see my physiotherapist then sleep." San shrugged. Yunho pouted, he didn't want to go home yet but he knew his friends didn't have as much of a social battery as he did.

"I guess I'll go run restaurant errands and spend the rest of the day online." Yunho sighed.

"Get some sleep too, Yun." Mingi patted his best friend's shoulder.

"I will, don't worry." Yunho nodded. Once everyone exited out the back, Yunho locked up for the day. He headed to his car to begin his errand run.

The first place he went to was the kitchen supply shop, he wanted to check in on the equipment that he ordered for the kitchen like mixers and other tools so you and the others wouldn't have to use your own anymore. Yunho knew he needed to step up, be a good boss and restaurant owner.

"Yes, they are set for delivery on Wednesday." The worker checked the clipboard.

"Alright, I'll just pick up some other smaller stuff to take with me now." Yunho smiled. The worker nodded. Yunho tried to remember what were some stuff he seen the kitchen crew use.

"I think it was this..." He grabbed some glass mixing bowls and metal mixing bowls. Then he grabbed two sets of measuring cups and spoons.

"Excuse me, what is something you think a kitchen crew would need?" Yunho asked another worker.

"What do you already have?" He asked.

"I have no idea, actually..." Yunho rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. In the end, the worker recommended getting some cooking spoons, spatulas and different types of tongs.

"This is a good one?" He held up the tongs. The worker was confused by Yunho's question but nodded his head slowly.

"All these, please." Yunho placed the basket on the counter. He paid for everything and loaded the box of items into the boot of his car. Before closing the boot, he looked at the box with a proud smile, he hoped you would be happy with him for getting these.

"Next stop." Yunho keyed in the address and began his drive. It was a long and quiet drive but Yunho felt peaceful, he wasn't inclined to play any music.

As the car pulled up on the gravel road, he stopped at the side temporarily and quickly got out to buy some flowers.

"Thank you." Yunho bowed deeply as he went back to his car and continued on his way. When he finally reached his destination, he stopped and parked the car, walking up the hill.

"Halmeoni, I'm here." Yunho greeted, placing the flowers down.

"Sorry I haven't visited you, I've been trying to get the restaurant together. It has been a week since we've opened." He said.

"It's all thanks to you though, that all this is able to happen." He smiled sadly. Grabbing the handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the smiling photo of his grandmother.

"I wish you were here to see it on your own." Tears welled up in his eyes. Yunho and his brother, Gunho, were raised mostly by their grandmother, with both parents too busy with their jobs. But being older, Yunho had a special bond with his grandmother. Even when they moved back with their parents, Yunho would always visit her.

Her death really affected him and it still does. He had never felt such agony and sadness before, like a part of his life was ripped away from him. His heart hurt, his person was gone forever.

"I miss you so much. I still do." Yunho whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks as he covered his eyes.

"Throughout the week, I found myself waiting for you to walk into the restaurant door. I want you to see the place and tell me what you think." He sobbed.

"There's this girl working for me now. She's the head chef and she's teaching me how to cook." He wiped his tears.

"You would be proud of me for learning and being able to help in the kitchen." He chuckled.

After staying for a while more, Yunho tore himself away and drove back home. The mental exhaustion was weighing on him. But as he drove, he saw someone familiar walking along the streets.

"(y/n)?" Yunho blinked, doing a double take. It was you. You were walking on your own.

"(y/n)!" Yunho stopped his car beside you and calling out to you through the window. You seemed deep in thought, jumping when you finally noticed him. You stopped and turned your head to see his brightly smiling face.

"Are you on your own?" Yunho asked after the both of you just stared in silence. You nodded your head.

"I'm heading home." You replied.

"Can I drop you off?" He offered. You seemed to hesitate for a while, a small frown appearing on your face as you contemplated his offer.

"It's cold and I don't have anything on now. Really, I'll just drop you off at yours. It's no trouble." Yunho said. You nodded again and entered the passenger seat.

"Put your address here." You keyed in your address into Yunho's GPS before buckling your seat belt and he began to drive.

"So, what were you up to?" Yunho broke the silence.

"Just errands." You replied, not giving anything away. You quietly studied Yunho as he drove. The redness around his eyes and on his nose were a sign that he just cried. You were slightly concerned, considering you've only ever seen him so positive. But you weren't going to question him. It was not your place to ask.

At the red light, when the car stopped, Yunho turned his head to steal secret glances at you. You were looking out the window with a distant look in your eyes.

"Are you alright?" Yunho asked.

"Yeah." You nodded with a hum but didn't make an effort to continue to the conversation.

Yunho figured that maybe he should not to speak further, maybe you just weren't in the mood for a conversation right now. So he quietly drove to your house, he didn't want to bother you.

"We're here." Yunho stopped the car. You shook your head to break your train of thought, looking up. Indeed, this was your home.

"Thanks, Yunho." You removed the seatbelt.

"No problem, (y/n). Anytime. See you tomorrow." Yunho smiled softly. You bowed your head and opened the door, walking into the building without looking back.

"I hope she's okay." Yunho sighed. He saw you as a friend and he hated the idea of any of his friends being upset. He pouted slightly at the thought. Momentarily, he had forgotten about the new kitchen stuff sitting in his boot, he could have showed it to you.

Yunho knew you were private. You were tight lipped and didn't give much about your private life away, only the surface stuff. But Yunho didn't want to push you into sharing, that would be mean.

"Hey, Hwa." You spotted the male sitting on your couch the moment you walked in.

"I saw your keys, you didn't drive?" Seonghwa stood up.

"No. But I bumped into Yunho on the way back, he gave me a lift." You informed, putting your shoes into the cabinet and hanging your coat on the coat rack.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa asked, placing a hand on the top of your head. You leaned against him, putting your head against his chest.

"Tired." You murmured.

"Go lie down for a bit, maybe get some sleep." He stroked your back, speaking softly. You shuffled to the room and changed into comfier clothes. Seonghwa came in, sitting with you.

"I think I might have freaked Yunho out though. I was a little out of it so I wasn't exactly very talkative. But he was surprisingly respectful, he didn't question me further or try to make any more small talk. We just sat there in silence, a bit weird considering his usual, bright and cheery self." You chuckled.

"You might have worried him then. More than freaked him out." Seonghwa said with a soft smile. You rolled your eyes.

"He seems to worry a lot about the people around him." You noted. Seonghwa nodded in agreement.

"I guess that's why people like him, he's a good friend. He notices when things are wrong with others, he's nice and worries about them." Seonghwa shrugged.

"You sound like you have a crush on him." You teased. He rolled his eyes, slapping your leg.

"I'm craving french toast." You sat back up.

"I'll cook it for you." Seonghwa fussed.

"I'm fine, Hwa." You frowned and got up. Seonghwa followed you to your kitchen. French toast is easy to make, dipping the thick bread into the egg, sugar and milk mixture. You even made sour cherry sauce and smoked maple syrup to go with it.

"We can stuff ricotta inside." Seonghwa suggested. Your eyes lit up at the idea, you were never satisfied with just one variation of the dish, you could always make a few different variations.

"Darling, you have to open the window when using the smoking gun." Seonghwa laughed, coughing as he waved the smoke away.

"Oops." You giggled and went to open the windows to let the residual smoke out of the apartment.

"Think we can take the smoked maple syrup and flavour it into a whipped butter?" You asked, walking over to the fridge to take a block of butter out.

"Try it." He encouraged.

"Oh, it's good. We can definitely use it for some sort of dessert tomorrow." You said, tasting some off the tip of your finger. You lifted the bowl off the mixer and scraped it into a container.

"Yunho did say that he doesn't need the food to be fancy. We can make this dish for dessert during tomorrow night's dinner service. Stuffed ricotta french toast with smoked maple butter and sour cherry sauce." Seonghwa suggested. You nodded, it was a good idea and simple enough to prepare.

"Wooyoung would like this." You said as you cut into the french toast and took a bite.

"Call him and Jongho over then." Seonghwa suggested, leaning against the counter, opposite you to eat as well.

"I don't want to bother them... They deserve some time off to rest. You too, Hwa. You should rest or go do what you want to do." You looked at him.

"Please, you won't bother them. Wooyoung is obsessed with you and Jongho only ever opens up to you. And I am doing what I want to do, which is be here with you." Seonghwa smiled softly.

"Stop." You whined, cringing at how cheesy he was being.

"I'm just telling the truth, darling." Seonghwa continued to tease you.

"This is why I almost punched you when we were 8." You scoffed. Seonghwa knew you hated verbal affection, it was too cheesy so he always teased you by being verbally affectionate with you. That's why when you were 8, you almost punched him to stop him.

"I'm texting the group now. See if Wooyoung and Jongho are free to pop by." You rolled your eyes and took your phone to send a text in your group chat.

'FRENCH TOAST WITHOUT ME?! - Woo'

'Wow, I am so hurt right now... - Woo'

'I'm 15 minutes away. - Jong'

'Pick me up! - Woo'

'Drive yourself. - Jong'

"I've known you for so much longer and yet, you let Wooyoung smother you while you threaten me with violence." Seonghwa shot you a flat look.

"It's different with Woo. He is physically affectionate by nature. You use verbal affection to bother and tease me, knowing I hate it more than anything." You raised an eyebrow.

"But your reactions are funny and cute. I remember how I always tried to make you say 'i love you' to me, since we were kids." Seonghwa laughed, reaching out to pinch your cheek. You slapped his hand away, glaring at him. However, Seonghwa was one of the only people that got away with teasing you like this.

"And when was the last time I told you I loved you?" You questioned.

"When you did it to trick me then threw a snowball at me face." Seonghwa winced. He was so stunned by you suddenly saying 'i love you, Hwa' that he didn't notice you hurling a snowball at him.

"Exactly." You nodded. There was a knock on your door and you went over to open it for Wooyoung and Jongho.

"French toast!" Wooyoung came in, laying his weight on you in a hug as he snuggled against you.

"My name is not french toast." You said.

"But you're as sweet as french toast." He grinned, pecking your cheek. You sighed, reaching up to pat your back. You managed to give Jongho a small wave as he entered.

"Hey, (y/n). Thanks for the invite." He smiled. You smiled back, teetering over to the kitchen with Wooyoung glued to your front.

"Wooyoung, don't make her fall." Seonghwa frowned.

"I won't, hyung. If she falls, I'll catch her." He looked at you, winking. You faked a gag before peeling yourself away to go back to your food. While Jongho fixed himself a portion, Wooyoung peered over your shoulder, waiting for you to feed him.

"Make a portion yourself." Jongho rolled his eyes. You, however, gave in by cutting a piece of feed him.

"(y/n)'s the only person in this group who treats me nicely." He said as he chewed. You alternated, cutting a piece for yourself to eat then cutting a piece for Wooyoung.

"We made smoked maple butter. We think tomorrow's dinner service dessert should be this." You pointed to what was on your plates.

"Good idea. It's simple and we can pre stuff the ricotta into the bread." Jongho hummed.

"We will need to get brioche for tomorrow then. There's no way we're making that many loaves right now, it'll take too long with proofing time." Wooyoung said, shaking his head. Seonghwa agreed.

"Let's contact our old bread supplier then." You suggested and Seonghwa took his phone out to send the text.

"So it's been a week at the restaurant. How do you all feel?" You asked.

"I think it's been good. There's much to do but I surprisingly don't feel as stressed as I do in a bigger kitchen with more people. Plus, it helps that we're all used to each other's working styles and how we take on tasks. We work well with one another." Wooyoung said. The rest of you nodded, feeling the same way.

"The 5 of them are good to work with as well. They're all so curious about food and always ready to help in the kitchen even if they don't know what to do." Jongho added.

"Yes, they're all very nice and helpful. Their reactions to food is always amusing." You laughed.

"It definitely helps that we gel together as a team. There's no segregation between the kitchen and the front of the house." Seonghwa said.

"What about you, (y/n)?" Jongho asked.

"I agree. It's a good place to work, for sure. Like all of you said, the environment is good and the creative freedom is great." You nodded.

"You're just entertained by Yunho and his character." Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. You weren't denying that, Yunho's personality was unlike any other person you have met before.

"You make it sound like I treat him like a television show to watch. He's just so open to learning in the kitchen and tasting new food. And his reactions are so genuine. Introducing someone to foods is always fun, you guys know." You gestured to them.

"I still remember when I made Kyungmin his first steak." Wooyoung smiled at the memory.

~

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[lovecolibri]

Okay, I still hate the BT "hook up" with every fiber of my being and felt it was unnecessary. But I can at least understand why someone like Tim, who loves drama and who probably stubbornly had SOMETHING like this planned out from the beginning, felt it needed to happen to get Tommy to say those things and put the thought in Buck's head. Again, I don't agree, and it stirred up a bit of a hornet's nest in fandom, but I was kind of shocked by how hard Tim was going in the interviews to say 1) we're NOT shutting Buddie down and 2) be so dismissive of BT 🤣

Anyway, I feel we are in for a slowwww burn with Buddie. Maybe slower than I thought. Of course anything can happen and it's very possible that they are hiding big things about Eddie coming up. Speaking of Eddie...do you think he will be back in some capacity in 814 and 815? I don't think he will be with the team, obviously, but the missed opportunity if he isn't involved. Not just for his story but also a little delicious Buddie angst 😁 I'm really hoping for a BTS or something to indicate that he'll be there.

Yeah, I don't think they needed to do All That, but now that we have the full picture of what they did, I can't lie, I have been cackling since Thursday. I underestimated how much Tim is a messy bitch. I agree, we could have gotten here without the full "first gay sex in Eddie's own house doesn't even get to be him" mess, but no changing that now, so I'm finding the joy where I can, mostly in the fact that it was SO clearly about Eddie, and that we were fucking RIGHT about Eddie being petty enough that T picked up on it, and actively viewed them as competing. For Buck. Which the audience heard meaning they will now be thinking about ever BT scene as T being jealous and competing with Eddie. BYE laughing forever!

I also found it VERY interesting that the stuff about Buddie is getting even more vague and they are talking in even bigger circles around it trying not to confirm nor deny anything at all, while being pretty hardline and clear about BT being over and T coming back NOT for Buck's plot but part of the emergency and that romantic door being pretty well shut. Just...inch resting.

IDK how slow things are gonna go, mostly because this episode alone was SO wild and moved things for Buddie SO far, SO fast. I think we will cool down a little with the big emergency coming up, and Eddie's arc being about Chris first and foremost. As for his return, I also don't know because that man never seems to be at work (RYAN! YOU'RE NEEDED ON SET, GRIL GO BACK TO WORK!). I would HOPE he's back in some way for the disaster, mostly because I think it would be *delicious* for him to be not at work and in danger in a little tsunami arc parallel but I guess we'll just have to wait and see! I'm really hoping we get surprised with this Eddie-in-TX arc, though I'm not super holding my breath. This episode did remind me how predictable they've gotten with parental "redemption" AKA the kid being the one to have to sweep everything under the rug so the parent's don't have feel bad anymore, but it also surprised me with how hard for Buddie and Eddie it went so, fingers crossed we get something that justifies All That Mess we've been waiting for movement on since the s7 finale.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Bears on the Road pt.2

Carmen Berzatto x Reader [pt.1]

More anxiety, and mentions of unhealthy living situations.

~~☆☆☆~~

The fourth time you hadn’t even planned to go in.

It was late. It was pouring. Your everything was a mess and you just wanted to cry, so you did. You didn’t even care about the light rain at first and now it was pouring and frankly you still didn’t give a shit. At least it’d somewhat hide the tears. You didn’t plan to go anywhere when you walked out of the apartment building, but your clouded mind had taken you here, to the front windows of the Beef that were taped up for renovation. Because of this you didn’t expect anyone to be there, so when light suddenly appeared on the ground next to you you audibly gasped and looked up with a panicked look on your face. You stared at the person that had just emerged from the restaurant. A shorter woman with dark curls. She looked at you for a moment, recognizing you from some time earlier and stuck her head back inside. “Yo Jeff. Come here!” She came back outside and opened up her umbrella, shielding both herself and you from the pouring rain. You kept your gaze fixed on he light reflecting off the wet tiles and only looked up when a shadow appeared in it.

“Oh shit, what the hell.” He stepped over the threshold of the restaurant, flinching as the rain hit him causing him to look up for a second before looking over at Tina who was till standing next to you. His eyes wide as he spotted you, quickly ducking underneath the umbrella and taking your hand without quiestion. “Come on in, out of this shitty rain.” He had pulled you up and inside in no time, saying bye to woman and sitting you down on a chair in the now empty, bare soon again to be restaurant. You looked around, the completely changed look of the place acting as a nice distraction from the impending dread that kept creeping closer with every passing second.

Richie was there, and the blue eyed man as well. you realized you never even got to know his name, and you only knew Richie’s because he had called him to get you some water. You sat there, repeating the calming motion of tracing your finger onto your arm with your breathing as Richie stood, staring your way but not speaking. He wasn’t sure he wanted to ask what was wrong since that usually led to more tears and crying. So he opted to watch you until hid cousin came back, before continuing to sweep the last bits of trash off the floor.

When the other one came back with a drink in hand you caught his eyes immediately going down to your arms, smiling, more to himself than anything else. He handed you the drink and pulled up a chair to sit down with you. “Thanks, eh..” “Carmen.” He filled in the gap for you, now also realizing he never shared his name with you in those times you met. “What’s got you sitting on our doorstep in the rain this late, huh?” You stared into his insanely blue eyes, trying to find the right words, the right way to start this bad news without breaking down like you did when you tried to text your family. After mumbling a few words and feeling the panic building up immediately again, you sighed and looked away, taking your phone and opening the notes app that held the text draft explaining your situation. Not every detail was on there yet but it gave him enough of a heads up, for now. You handed him the phone, eyes glued to the small device, waiting for a reaction.

“They're kicking you out just like that?” You avoided his eye and simply nodded, fidgeting with your rings. “Yeah,” single words and shaky breaths were gonna be tonights speech pattern to avoid crying every single time. “They’re what?” Richie chimed in, suddenly appearing behind Carmen and snatching the phone from his hands and reading over the text. “Where is it that you’re staying now? That old apartment building near the central station?” You looked up at him at he right assumption with raised brows. “A buddy told me they sold that place, gonna be renovating it and turn it into old folks’ homes.” You could only stare. No words to be found, just dumb, blank staring until somehow you snapped out of the daze. That ‘somehow’ turned out to be Carmen’s voice. “How quickly do you have to be out of there?” When you were writing everything own you hadn’t even gotten to that part yet before you broke down and had to stop, there was no way you were going to find an affordable place on your own in only three weeks. The thought of having to quit your study early and move back home made tears well up in your eyes. You looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink most of the tears away before they had a chance to fall. Raising a hand you held up three fingers.

"That's three months, I hope?" Carmen's reply is quickly shut down by Richie, who seems to know all about this whole issue. "Yeah, make that three weeks. Days are even better." Somehow you were thankful for Richie being here. Especially with him knowing all about your problem and answering for you. Carmen turned to face him, shaking his head in confusion. "Richie how come you know all this shit?" His question was answered with a simple shrug that made you giggle. "Buddy of mine lives there, complains about it every time I see him." His gaze moves towards you now. "Didn't know your girl lived there, though."

"Can't she stay at your place for a bit? You live alone." Carmen didn't know what came over him in this moment, never thought he'd be asking his cousin this, but right now he just needed you to be safe and off the streets. Richie sent you an apologetic look and turned back to his cousin, "I'm sorry man, with Eva's room being renovated and all the general house shit I got going on I don't know if I can take her in." Nodding a quick 'sorry' your way again. "Why don't you take her in? You got that extra room you're not using and you're always here anyways." Richies words made sense, in a way. But it was your sad, pleading eyes that made him agree.

"Eh, yeah. Yeah I got space." He nodded looking between you and his cousin, who shot him a knowing grin and a wink before turning back to you. "How about I drive you back to your place so you can rest. You can have the leftover boxes I got in my trunk and cousin here will pick you and your stuff up tomorrow, yeah?" It was an easy yes, there was no way you were staying in that shit hole any longer than you needed. You agreed and traded phone numbers with the guys and gave Carmen your address, written on the back of an order receipt so he knew where to find you tomorrow.

Little did you know he’d drag his cousin along to make it all less awkward. “To get your stuff packed more quickly.” He had argued as the three of you stood in your apartment, with all the necessities packed in two boxes and the suitcase you arrived with. One more box and your large travel bag filled with other belongings had left your apartment empty aside from plates, cups and bowls that you didn’t feel the need to save. You’d just save up some extra for new stuff when you’d find a new apartment eventually.

“So, aren’t you happy you never stopped living out of your suitcase, huh.” Richie joked as he put the boxes in the back of the van they brought along. “Wanna stay behind to take apart the bed while we unload this at his place?”

Carmen stashed the last box away and looked over to you. He hadn‘t really said much and Richie was clearly the mastermind here with Carmen following just along. Either way you weren't complaining since things were getting done and they were getting done fast. After making sure they would handle your stuff with care you agreed to stay behind.

When they got back you had your whole bed in a neat stack in the hallway, the mattress with a cover wrapped around against wall. Two pairs of wide eyes stared and blinked in surprise. “What?” You put your hands on your hips. “You think I had any help setting it up? Those asshole delivery guys dropped it on my doormat and left and even complained about it the whole time.” Richie just shrugged with a quick “okay” and Carmen felt himself fall head over heels in love with you right then and there.

The three of you made your way back to the van and drove off.

Once you set foot in Carmen's apartment you understood why he had been so quiet this morning. The whole room your bed would be in was cleared out except for a few small items in the corner. He probably worked until early in the morning to get this all ready for you.

That was the moment the realization truly kicked in and the tears started again. If you hadn’t gone into their sandwich shop that day, if your files wouldn’t have gotten corrupted you would have never met these people and you would have probably ended up on the street or having to quit your study to move back home. You would have never become friends with Richie, who you hoped would become ‘cousin’ for you too eventually. And you would have probably never met the chef who mad those crazy delicious sandwiches and magically whisked your anxiety away with a simple gesture and his kind voice, whose eyes you could get lost in for hours on end. Who, you secretly hoped, wouldn’t mind you staying here longer and not take looking for a new place all too serious.

“Hey,” carmen’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Come on, let’s gat you something to drink.” He put s hand on your back and led you to the kitchen as Richie patted your shoulder and said his goodbye for today, leaving the two of you alone in the apartment.

Carmen set down a glass of soda for you and sat down as well. “Once you’re feeling okay we’ll get started on unpacking, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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A/N: So technically this is the end of the story, but if inspiration strikes to work out the little scenes in my head I'll add some more short bits to this universe!

[huskynotwolf]

When I first met a Watcher — Scar

From my Fanfic Watchers and Hunters on Quotev

The world is weird. 

Like, for example, the day me and Martyn found a Watcher. 

We were, as usual, patrolling around to see if there is anything wrong. Martyn was complaining about it being boring, but Xisuma told him he had to otherwise, so he couldn’t argue with that. Impulse said he had other jobs, so he didn’t join us.

I mumbled as I went down to weaponry to get myself crossbows because I thought it would come in handy. I found Scott enchanting shields and tridents in a corner, with Cleo next to him, holding an axe. “Hey come on, don’t stare,” Martyn mumbled, grabbed a bow and a stack of arrows and started up the stairs. Cleo gave me a brief wave before walking away to another chest. 

We were walking through the forest, with Martyn murdering any chicken we came about. “Look, I don’t know the point of hunting Watchers. They’re not really messing with us, right?” He grumbled. I elbowed him hard in the ribs and grunted. “You never know when they attack. They hit hard.” I touched the long scars on my face. It was from a hawkling Watcher a bit back ago, when I got attacked by it and then my buddies had to save me. I kept my distance ever since, but I won’t hesitate to kill if I got attacked. 

There was a rustle of leaves up front, and Martin stopped torturing a nearby rabbit. “What’s that?” He perked up, walking closer to me. I pulled out my crossbow, just in case, when a swishing sound followed by the hiss of a creeper came behind up. I jumped and tried to pull Martyn away, when a multicolour blur shot past me, slammed into the creeper and knocked it into a tree. It screeched, then vanished in a puff of smoke. 

“Whew! That was close. Careful next time, travellers. Creepers are nasty in my forest.” He said, waving a hand and sweeping leaves off his red shirt. He had brown beady eyes and a pair of jeans, but sprouting behind him was a pair of giant, red-yellow-green parrot wings sprouting behind him. He had bird talons instead of legs as well. 

There is a Watcher right in front of us. 

“Ahhh!” Martyn screamed and lashed out his sword. The Watcher yelped and leapt up a tree, claws scraping against the branch. “Woah woah woah woah woah… I save your lives and now you wanna kill me? Wow, should’ve just left you there.” The Watcher mumbled. Martyn held his sword high. “Gimme a reason not to kill you right now.” He growled, poison seeping in every word. “Eh, I know you won’t. Anyway, be grateful. Now get out of my forest.” He flicked his hand in a ‘shoo’ motion. 

I raised my voice. “Wait, Martin, stop.” I pushed his sword downwards. “Sorry. You have a name?” I turned towards the mystery guy that apparently owns this forest. “What’s yours?” He replied, playing with a stick. “Scar. That’s Martyn. We’re Hunters.” I said, trying to keep my excitement. I’ve never managed to talk to a Watcher for more than thirty seconds! Most of the time they’re trying to kill me!

”Grian,” he mused. “I’d better be off. Just in case someone tries to find my base and steal all of my stuff.” He flapped his wings. Martyn stared at his wings in awe as he stretched them. “Bye!” Grian laughed and launched off the branch, sending leaves and sticks showering down onto the floor. 

“Well, should we tell Xisuma?” Martyn asked, shaking his head. “Nah. Tryin’ keep that secret.” I mumbled. He shook me. “Dude! How can you be so calm about that?!” I only held up a finger. “He seems harmless.” He slapped my hand. “Hey! You know what happened to your face? No one wants that again.” He growled. “You’re the one who said nothing will happen.” I pointed out. He scratched his head then looked down. “Yeah whatever.”

”Let’s get back to base.”

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[meggiejolly]

I have a new scene for the Malex RWRB AU for you. You can read it on AO3 if you'd like and I'd love go hear your suggestions what scene I should write next. I'm not promising I'll fill every request, but I'll try. You can find all the posts about this AU here. @infp-obsessing-over-everything suggested that I write the ring scene and here it is:

One of Alex former Air Force buddies flies private jets now and Alex hired him to bring Michael back home. Michael wasn’t looking forward to the combined lectures from Ann, Jenna and his dad when he’s back in the states, but he was ignoring that for now. Instead he tried to push his curls out of his face for the millionth time without success because the wind sweeping over the large open space of the airstrip was relentless. 

Michael wanted to kiss Alex good bye, but even though it’s a private airstrip, there are too many people around and they can’t risk it 

Alex pulled something out of the inside pocket of his jacked and reaches out to place it in Michael’s hand. 

“I want you to have this.” 

Michael turned and opened his hand to find Alex’ signet ring, the one with the Royal crest. “Alex… I can’t accept this…”

Alex closed Michael’s hand around the ring. 

“I want you to know that I’m in, Michael. I don’t look away. Please keep it.” 

Michael looked up into Alex’ eyes and saw nothing but sincerity there. So he unclasped the chain with the little piece of alien glass from around his neck and slid the ring onto it. When the ring reached the glass, it glimmered lightly and something about it felt right to Michael. 

He looked back up at Alex. “Thank you, I will take good care of it.”

Alex looked back at him, seeming a little lost and Michael couldn't help but wrap him into a tight hug. It's not the kiss he wanted, but it was probably already risking more than he should.

Alex hugged him back just as fiercely and Michael could hear him inhale deeply. Michael chuckled lightly and whispered "I already miss you." into Alex' ear before reluctantly stepping out of the embrace and then onto the plane. 

When the plane was already slowly rolling towards the runway and Alex was still standing a little of to the site watching, Michael reached out with his telekinesis and gave Alex a soft nudge as a last goodbye and he thought he could see the corners of Alex' mouth curl into a soft smile, but they were already too far apart again. 

[ripaxed]

Td spoilers. Season 2 elimination order prediction

16 - Normal Girl (Scary’s gonna return just. not as a competitor)

15 - Zee (sorry bud)

14 - Bowie (Julia and MK convince Ripper and Chase to vote him out for being a threat, helped by his newfound unpopularity)

13 - Priya (Idk, I can’t see her going too far being a canon winner. 4th out is enough time to wrap up whatever’s going on with her with Millie and Caleb)

12 - Emma (I think the teams are going to lose an even amount. It being one of the rat’s girls keeps the genders equal. Axel and Nichelle were previously early boots so I think they’ll stick around longer, and Millie leaving right after Priya feels too… easy. So that leaves Emma. Bye girl)

11 - Chase (I think they’re doing something with him but not to the point he’ll merge. Also fun parallel to him leaving right after Emma when the reverse happened last season)

MERGE

10 - Millie (Don’t think she’ll make it too far after making third but I think they’ll do a arc for her so here she goes)

9 - Julia (I mean it’s Julia the justification to vote her out is sorta inherent. Mkulia goodbye <3)

8 - Wayne (With the hockey bros being so in sync and basically a two for one vote everyone realize they need one of them gone. Bye buddy)

7/6 - Ripper/Axel (Ripaxel double elmin lmao. They kiss and are immediately expelled from the island)

5 - Caleb (I don’t really want him to go this far but I think it makes sense with everyone else’s placements. Voted off for being a threat. Again)

4 - Raj (Raj independence arc…)

3 - MK (I think she’ll be some degree of an antagonist and 3rd is a classic villain placement)

2 - Nichelle :)

1 - DAMIEN SWEEP !!!!

[waters-and-the-wilde]

okay scenario. somewhere mid s3 the Carte Blanche ends up working with some of Buddy's criminal contacts/acquaintances who also take something of a specific and possibly impertinent interest in the Unnatural Disaster. their guy clocks Nureyev as 1.) the shady sixth ranger with the least amount of rapport with Jet, and 2.) a gossipy bitch (bc that was the gender he put on when he left the house that day) so they get him aside and try to get him to talk

nureyev’s is like. hmm. (juno is being mouthy to try to draw attention to himself. buddy has been a very particular kind of polite and pointed, and vespa is. playing with a knife and glaring. which to be fair she Does That but she's watching this guy and only lightly heckling juno and if nureyev is starting to suspect that they're maybe playing off each other a bit? and jet seems like he's just trying to vibe but he's definitely sticking even closer to rita than usual.

and then. oh he can tell the guy's trying to get him to talk about Jet, and sure he could just dissemble without a fuss but… he could also dissemble and make the other guy feel awkward about it)

nureyev: listen. i know what you're after. and i understand, truly. you want to know if it's true what they say about him, but you're too intimidated to ask outright.

contact: *shifts nervously*

nureyev: and of course, who could blame you? he's even more compelling in person, isn't he? the gravitas, the self-possession, the shoulders.

their contact: uhh. i mean you're not wrong.

nureyev: and he can cook.

contact: ...wait really? huh. you know he seems like a really good listener too.

nureyev: oh, absolutely. but i think it's only fair to warn you that you ought not to get your hopes up. because it's entirely true - he's just not interested. in anybody. devoted in his friendships, to be sure, but when it comes to all other affairs, you'll find him completely impervious. nothing personal. you could have just asked him, there'd be no harm in it, and i'm sure he'd let you down gently -

juno (wandering over to see what's up): could go either way, really. he put me in a dumpster and threatened to crush my head with the lid.

their contact: ...

nureyev (dear i am trying to make them feel bad about their assumptions about our friend and you are undermining the bit): compared to what other people have followed through on after meeting you, i'd say that only proves that he's a very paragon of restraint and circumspection. you do have a way about you, dearest beloved.

juno: you know if i had a cred for every time I had a crush on a master thief who put me in the garbage, i'd have... two creds, i guess.

nureyev (nostalgically): we both ended up in that garbage chute, didn't we?

juno: and I hated every second of it.

nureyev: I know dear you complained about it vociferously

*smooching*

their contact: ohh well that's a shame thanks for the heads up im just gonna - i think my hovercraft is on fire

nureyev (absentminded, still gazing into juno's eyes): bye-bye now

juno: i can cook too you know

nureyev: i know dear but we mustn’t let it get around, the last thing i need is another crime ring trying to sweep you off your feet

juno: i mean. wouldn’t they look at you first?

nureyev: my love. I can’t cook.

juno: oh yeah

(their contact's boss, later: so did you find anything out about what the Unnatural Disaster's up to now that he's back on the scene?

their contact: im sorry he's never gonna go out with you. the rumors are true he's like. completely aro-ace.

boss: oh.

contact: yeah

boss: are you sure

contact: no yeah. i thought maybe aurinko's son was just talking out his ass but their hacker backed it up.

contact: she was really nice actually. gave me a coupon for her favorite ice cream place.

contact: do. uh. do you wanna get ice cream with me.

boss: ...yeah that'd be nice.

boss: (later over ice cream) wait aurinko has a son??

contact: or whatever he’s adopted idk but he's super obnoxious

[specialagentlokitty]

Connor Rhodes x reader - uneven odds

Holding the small toddler in your arms, you were humming to yourself as you bounced him up and down in your arms.

He was sound asleep, but you knew if you stopped rocking him he was going to wake up at any minute.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) I just couldn’t calm him down.”

“No, don’t apologise Jenny, you did everything you could for him. Thank you for calling me.”

Smiling softly at her, you sat down on the edge of your table and she begun to clean up.

“No, you don’t have to do that. Go home.”

“But I’ve still got a few hours left.”

Laughing softly, you shook your head.

She was trying to earn some money on the side of studying in her finals year of high school.

She told you she wanted to be a nurse and you supported her all the way.

“You’ll still get full pay don’t worry. Go study for your exam.”

“You’re the best!” She whispered.

Grabbing her things, she waved bye as she quickly left and you looked down at the boy.

“What’ll I do with you huh Bailey?”

He blinked, cuddling himself further into you.

“We walk?” He asked.

“It’s late buddy, you wanna for walk now?”

He nodded and climbed down from your lap as he went over to the door to start pulling his shoes on.

Laughing, you made your way over and pulled your jacket on before kneeling down with his in your hands.

Giggling, he slipped into the jacket and zipped it up himself before jumping up and down with a loud laugh.

Looking at the clock, it was only 11am. You were supposed to be in work but you asked for the day off so you could be with him.

“Are you sure you’re not sleepy?”

“Uh huh! I walk!”

“Okay buddy, you walk. Let’s go!”

Taking his hand, you locked up and you guys started to aimlessly wonder.

He didn’t seem to mind, he just simply enjoyed walking around and seeing everything the city had to offer.

He didn’t understand most of it, but he still loved it.

“We eat?”

“Yeah, let’s go to your favourite place.”

Sweeping him up, you carried him across the street and around the block to his favourite cafe and immediately the waitress smiled.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” She asked.

“Yeah, but he won’t sleep.”

She frowned, kneeling down next to the table to speak with him.

“Are you not feeling tired sweetheart?” She asked softly.

“Nope. I was cheese!”

You both laughed and she left to get the pair of you you’re usual order.

Giving him some crayons, you let him colour away on the notepad in your bag as he waited.

As soon as his food was there he put everything aside and started to demolish his sandwich.

You chuckled, nibbling at yours as you looked at the picture he was drawing.

It was dark, covered in black and red.

“What’s this Bailey?”

You pointed to it.

“That’s mommy, and that’s daddy.”

Your heart nearly dropped from your chest. Taking the picture you put it in your bag and sent a text to Charles.

You: can you meet me outside the hospital?

A few moments later you got a reply.

Charles: of course, when? Is everything okay?

You: I’m not sure and in twenty minutes.

When Bailey finished his sandwich you quickly paid and held your arms out for him.

Bailey jumped into your embrace and let you pick him up as you guys waved bye to everyone.

“Where we go?”

“Gonna see a friend of mine, okay?”

Bailey nodded and rested his head on your shoulder as he carried on watching he route your guys were taking.

You arrived outside the hospital and Charles was sat there waiting.

The moment he saw you he stood up and Bailey gave a small wave.

“Hello Bailey, how are you?”

“Good!”

Charles smiled and you guys walked over to a bench.

Taking your phone out, you let Bailey play a few games as you turned to the psychiatrist.

Taking the picture from your bag you showed it to him.

“What’s this?” He asked.

“Bailey said it’s mom and dad.”

“But they…?” He whispered.

You nodded, covering the small boys ears with your hands.

“They were killed last year…”

Charles frowned and looked at Bailey who was happily smiling and laughing away.

You removed your hands from his ears and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Is there anything else you can tell me?”

“He’s not been sleeping, it’s why I had to go home. Jenny said he was screaming and crying and begging for someone to save his mom and dad.”

Charles nodded his head and looked towards the hospital before looking back at you.

“Do you mind if we go to my office. I’d think we should see what he remembers from that day.”

“Yeah, of course.”

You guys made your way in, Bailey clinging onto the fabric of your jacket as you made your way past everyone.

“(Y/N) thank god your back I need your help.” Natalie sighed.

“I’m currently off work, is there anyone else that can help?”

“No, I can’t get through to ortho.”

You looked to Charles before nodding your head.

“Bailey do you mind coming with me?” Charles asked.

Bailey shook his head and happily followed behind the other doctor before you followed Natalie.

You weren’t expecting to have to do a surgery today so when you were told you had no other choice you were panicked.

“Natalie, can you tell Charles I’ve been pulled away. I should be a few hours. He has Bailey so if need be do you mind watching him?”

“Of course not go.”

Nodding you ran after the nurses.

While you were in surgery Charles tried to speak to Bailey but he couldn’t get a word out.

Yawning, Bailey rubbed his eyes and looked around for you.

He couldn’t find you and he started to tear up.

“Where momma..?” He sniffled.

“It’s okay, she’ll be back soon.”

“Momma!” Bailey cried out.

“Bailey, Bailey calm down. (Y/N) will be back soon.”

Bailey started to panic and he ran out from the room, leaving Charlie’s to run out after him.

Being much smaller and younger, he was already gone and Charles ran a hand down his face, immediately calling Goodwin.

The hospital went straight into lockdown, but being in OR you knew nothing about it.

All spare staff were looking around for him, and Charles was going from room to room in the empty ward across the hallway.

“Nothing in psyc.” Charles said.

“There’s nothing on the floor below.” Choi said.

“Nothing in reception.” Maggie sighed.

“He has to be somewhere!” Charlie’s yelled.

“Daniel calm down. We will find him before (Y/N) gets out.”

The door to her office opened and closed, and Natalie stepped in with Connor and Will.

In Connors arms was a sleeping Bailey, hands balled tightly into the fabric of the doctors shirt.

“Oh thank god. Where was he?” Goodwin asked.

“We found him sat on the bench outside.” Will said.

“He wouldn’t let us pick him up though, only Rhodes for some reason.”

“Well, lockdown is officially lifted. Thank you everyone.”

Everyone nodded and left, and Natalie held out her arms to Connor.

“I’ll take him, you’ve got surgery.”

“Thanks.”

Connor went to hand Bailey over but the boy started whimpering.

Bringing him back to his chest, Connor looked to the others as he stopped.

“He seems to find you a source of comfort. He hasn’t been sleeping well so maybe it’ll be best for you to keep him for now.” Charles explained.

“Okay, Halstead can you tell Bekker to take my patient?”

“Sure thing.”

The others left and Connor turned to Charles and Goodwin.

“So, when will his parents get here?”

“They unfortunately passed away little over a year ago. His guardian will be here for him soon.” Goodwin sighed.

Connor frowned but nodded, looking around a little lost.

“Can I take him to the lounge?”

“Of course. I’ll let her know you’re there.” Charles nodded.

Connor nodded and made his way back down the stairs.

Heading into the lounge, Connor sat at the table as he started to do some work on the laptop instead.

It was nearly an hour later when you came in, looking around before your eyes finally landed on him.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hey, have you seen this boys guardian?” He asked.

Connor stood up, showing you the sleeping boy in his arms.

“Bailey?”

“You know him?”

You sighed, giving a small nod.

You’d been dating Connor for a few months, you never once told him about Bailey.

You didn’t know how to bring it up and you were worried you’d scare him away if you did tell him about the boy.

Holding your arms out, you took Bailey and looked down at him with a sad smile.

“I’m his guardian. I have been for a while now.”

“Momma…?” He yawned.

“I’m here baby, do you want to lay on the couch?”

Bailey nodded and you set him down, pulling your sweater off you placed it over him and turned back to Connor, pulling him into the corner.

“Connor I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you…”

“(Y/N) I understand you were worried…”

You still refused to meet his gaze.

“I was worried about you finding out about Bailey… and I was worried about Bailey he’s been through so much…”

Connor placed a hand on your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at him and he offered you a charming smile.

“It’s okay babe. I understand, really I do.”

Connor leant down, gently kissing you for a few seconds before he pulled away, brushing his nose against yours.

“I’m not that easily scared off…” he whispered.

Laughing you placed your forehead on his and closed your eyes, letting him take your hands between his.

You felt a huge weight being lifted of your shoulders. You hated hiding this huge part of your life from him, but you were glad you didn’t anymore.

And thankfully it seemed that Bailey took a liking to Connor

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Midge and Lenny cleaning the apartment

Joel takes the kids, and Kitty is at a friend's place, and Midge is a little shocked that when Lenny says "we should clean the apartment today," he means "we" and not "Midge, you should clean the apartment today while I clear out and go spend time with my buddies."

And so she finds herself scrubbing the kitchen down while Lenny sweeps and mops the living room and foyer. They do laundry together. He irons. She dusts. They clean out the refrigerator, which seems to be their breaking point.

She's laughing helplessly as he pulls some serious science experiments out, including an old sandwich labeled for Susie that she never ate, and a half a block of cheese that has turned blue.

"Midge," Lenny scolds with a laugh.

"That was not me!" she giggles.

"Then who was it?"

"You?"

"No."

"Zelda?"

"She hasn't been here in months, she's at your parents' place."

"...The Prophet Elijah?"

He cracks into a short, loud laugh. "whosever's fault this is, it's getting thrown away."

"Sorry, Elijah," Midge says as it gets tossed into the garbage bag.

Lenny dives back in and sighs heavily. "Okay. This one is on me." He pulls out a container of what may have been soup once upon a time.

"Oof," Midge wrinkles her nose.

"Yep. That's my fault. I forgot."

"Clearly."

"Hey!"

"It's white on top!"

"May I remind you of Elijah's cheese?"

"So we're both wasteful bastards," Midge shrugs.

"Or, we're just busy, have three children and not enough time to keep up with this shit," Lenny offers.

"I'll take it."

By the time they finish up, the apartment is spotless, but they're exhausted, slumped over on the couch together. When the phone rings they both groan.

"You get it," Midge mumbles.

Lenny huffs and reaches out, trying to reach the phone.

"You have to get up, Lenny."

"Don't tell me how to live my life."

"Lenny."

He groans again and gets up, grabbing the phone. "Hello. Kit, hey. No that's fine, you stay at Janet's for dinner, that's fine. We'll see you later. Bye-bye, Dear." He hangs up and flops down on the couch again, face-down in Midge's lap. "Just us for dinner."

"Thank god."

He grunts in agreement.

[sins-spookyboogie]

Clean sweep at the Kazz awards 2022 for our favorite boys OhmNanon and Bad Buddy.

I'm proud of them and I don't even know them. 😆

They deserve it and so much more. I'ma go cry now from the feels and visuals, bye.

Nanon 🏆 : Heart-throb award 4th and Best Actor of the Year

OhmNanon 🏆: Best Scene , Couple of the Year

Ohm 🏆: Heart-throb award 5th

Photo CR : sixmar

[ashyslashyy]

YOU COME TO MY HOUSE AND I ANSWER THE DOOR AND SAY WOAH YOU MADE IT!! HEYA BUDDY WOULD YOU LIKE A HOUSE TOUR? AND I LET YOU IN BUT THE HOUSE IS NOT A NORMAL HOUSE BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE WALL IS NEON PURPLE. AND YOU SAY WHATS UP WITH THIS ARE YOU OKAY. AND I SAY THANKS I PAINTED THEM MYSELF. I TAKE YOU TO MY BEDROOM AND THERE IS BLOOD ON THE FLOOR I SAY OOPS SORRY I FORGOT TO CLEAN UP. I SWEEP THE BLOOD OF THE FLOOR AND WE SIT ON MY BED AND I SAY HEY PAL LOOK WHAT I HAVE. AND I OPEN MY HAND AND THERE IS A VERY SMALL VERY PATHETIC AND WET LOOKING MAN WEEPING AND SOBBING AND ROLLING AROUND. HE SAYS AAUGHHGHGHAGHGH IM IN AGONY HORRIBLE PAIN FOREVER! AND I CLOSE MY HAND I SAY PRETTY NEAT HUH? AND YOU SAY THATS SO AWESOME CAN YOU SHOW ME MORE. AND THEN I SAY NO. AND THEN YOU LEAVE MY HOUSE. BYE

[mannytoodope]

Boy#1: Trick or treat.

Bob: Oh, we got our first trick-or-treater. Hi, there. Happy Halloween. Here you go. Uh, take a few of these. Boy#1: Um, do you have anything different?

Bob: These are actually pretty good.

Kids: Eh.

Bob: J-Just try one. You-you might like it.

Father: He doesn't want one, sir. Come on, buddy. Let's go.

Bob: How does he know he doesn't want it? He never tried one.

Boy#2:Trick or treat.

Boy#1:Don't go here. Bye. Wait, no

Bob: Oh, my God. We're officially a "don't go there" place.

Louise: You live by the weird, old candy, you die by the weird, old candy.

Bob: All right, we're closing for a little bit. I'm gonna go buy different candy. Stay here. Lock the door behind me. You sweep, you dustpan, you, um, make sure they sweep and dustpan.

Louise: You know we're not gonna do any of that stuff, right?

Bob: I know, I know. Just pretend, please.

Gene: I'm pretending we're done.

[iwadori]

Umm Hiii, its actually my first time requesting here.... And I also liked your angst works, Umm Can you do A sakusa and bokuto like this one(but I don't know if you have done them yet), thankyouvermuch umm Sorry for bothering

You catch them cheating on you (Sakusa)

genre: angst

Part 1 Part 2

masterlist

Sakusa:

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Kiyoomi is cheating on you.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Don’t believe me? Ask him where he was Wednesday 19th May.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: *4 Attachment*

Those were the messages you woke up too this morning, and to be fair... you weren’t 100% shocked. Kiyoomi has been distant for a while, and you can’t say his distance was due to him apparently cheating on you, but it wouldn’t be an absurd assumption.

He was currently doing his morning run, and you knew he’d be back in around an hour or so. So you just sat in thought, you thought about you and Omi’s relationship and how it peaked when you were teens and dwindled when you turned adults. You even thought about the images the UNKNOWN NUMBER sent you and how they were Omi just doing things he used to do with you but with someone else.

When he eventually came back, you already had your mind made up on how you were going to resolve this situation. You had your bags packed and ready to go, Omi walked into your bedroom and was a bit bewildered over the sight of you just sitting on the edge of your bed with all the suitcases you own surrounding you and your face looking like as if you were crying (which you were.)

“I’m leaving you Omi,” you said simply standing up handing him your copy of your key and aiming for the door knowing that he would try to stop you, but reminding yourself to ‘hold your ground.’

“Wait what the fuck Y/N, what do you mean your leaving, why?” He said rushed and frantic looking in your eyes trying to search for something, that something being wether you knew where and what he was doing on Wednesday May 19th. And when you glared at him, he froze for a second knowing that you did indeed know.

“I’m sor-“

“I don’t even want to hear that Sakusa,” you scoff “was you ever going to tell me?”

“Um I... I didn’t mean for you to find out this way..” he said hesitantly.

“Well how did you find out, cause getting a text message from your mistress wasn’t very ideal buddy.”

“She told you! That bi-“

“Don’t even go blaming her Sakusa, you’re completely to blame in all of this.” You scold making his head hang down.

“I see you don’t value me or our relationship anymore , so with that I’ve got to go.”

“But Y/N I love you. Don’t leave”

“Sakusa I love you too, and that’s why I’ve got to leave” you say with your voice breaking a bit. “I would love to just sweep this under the rub and forget that you did the worst thing ever possible to me, but of we can’t... well I can’t.”

You go towards the door and give Sakusa one final head nod “Goodbye Omi.”

“Yeah bye Y/N...”

AN: This was meant to go in my why you and the hq boys break up part 2 but I forgot Omi was a wing spiker.

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[sukifans]

aahhh I’m so excited I love your writing!!! your sokka “help me” fic is one of my favs ever I seriously think about it at least twice a week. in a similar vein, would you be able to combine prompts 10 & 12 for sokka x fem!reader? thank you!!! :)

SOKKA + “can i try that new chapstick? i wanna have a taste” + “i hadn’t noticed but my sweet, funny, goofy best friend is kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“nastiest skank bitches” Group Message

loml: ladies, i need a girls night

loml: desperately

babygorl: god i’m down, this semester blows

fugly slut <3: i’m in!! always here for a girls night 🥰

loml: y/n??

you: gals. pals. as much as i would love to...

fugly slut <3: ughhhhhhhhh

babygorl: you better not be blowing us off for sokka again istg

you: 😅

loml: TRAITOR BITCH

fugly slut <3: HOES BEFORE BROS

babygorl: WHORE

you: bruh.mp3

you: he’s coming by after the gym to help me with my physics homework!!! I NEED THE HELP PLS I PROMISE ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME

babygorl: lying is a sin y/n

babygorl: sinner

loml: if sokka’s gonna b there maybe she’ll be sinning in........ other ways...... ahaha

loml: fuckboy_emoji.jpg

fugly slut <3: when you gonna tap that fr

you: NEVER LITERALLY NO EW

you: HE’S MY BEST FRIEND

you: UNLIKE YOU RATS

fugly slut <3: he do b kinda yummy tho liiiike 👀

you: STOP

loml: yeah he’s hot sorry queen

you: HE’S NOT HOT

babygorl: i almost hate to admit it but...

babygorl: his biceps 🥴

fugly slut <3 emphasized “his biceps 🥴”

loml loved “his biceps 🥴”

you: hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!

fugly slut <3 disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

loml disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl: uh huh yeah sure

loml: yall hear sumn?

NEW MESSAGE from sokka :^)

“hey i’m omw up!”

you: whatever you guys suck

you: i gtg

fugly slut <3: AND YOU SWALLOW

babygorl: bye girly!! get that bestie dick!!

loml: save a car, ride an engineering major >:)

you: desgostang.jpg

You dropped your phone onto the bed next to you with a groan. Your friends really and truly could be such freaks about your relationship with Sokka—or lack thereof. They’d been especially adament ever since he started some stupid bet with Zuko about who could get the most “gains” by graduation, incited by Aang making the mistake of commenting on Zuko’s more pronounced muscle mass.

Idiots.

That’s what Sokka was. Your idiotic best friend, who was funny, and sweet, and intelligent. You loved him, of course, but not like that. And he was not hot.

Definitely not.

The pounding on your dorm door interrupted your musings before Sokka let himself in, dropping his gym bag on the floor and kicking off his slides. His hair was loose and still damp from his post-workout shower and he wore slim joggers with a loose muscle tee.

“Hey!” He smiled brightly when he spotted you sitting in your bed. “What’s up?”

“The usual.” You moved your legs out of the way so he could flop down onto your mattress. “How was the gym?”

Sokka groaned. “Cardio. I’m already sore.” He stretched his arms up to fold behind his head, pulling his muscles taut.

Hm. He does kind of have nice biceps...

You shook yourself internally. Thoughts like these had been creeping out of your subconscious for weeks now, no thanks to your rabid friends.

“My leg’s been killing me, though,” he continued, rubbing his opposite foot across the skin that covered that metal pins and plates holding his bones together after a nasty break in high school. The leg often still gave him problems, ranging from the dull ache he could ignore on the day-to-day, to throbbing pain that left him limping.

You frowned, looking away from his arms to meet his eyes. “You should probably rest up before you hurt yourself,” you said.

“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. “Gotta catch up to Zuko, y’know.”

“Why? You’re already taller than him.”

“So? I wanna be more yolked, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buncha dumbasses.”

Sokka quirked an eyebrow. “You want this dumbass to help with your physics homework or not?”

“Haha,” you chuckled nervously, “just kidding, buddy! I meant Zuko and Aang. You—definitely not a dumbass. Nope.”

“That’s what I thought.” He shot you a smug look as he pushed up to sit cross-legged across from you on the bed. He held his hand out with a dramatic, world-weary sigh. “Alright, give it here.”

You opened your laptop to pull up the website that hosted your homework practice problems. “You know I love you, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing a notebook and pen from your desk to work out the math as you handed over the computer. He paused before standing to retrieve his bag, plopping it on your desk chair so he could root through it and pull out his glasses case. You felt your cheeks warm a little when he set the frames on the bridge of his nose.

Fine—he was kinda cute. You could concede that without having to dig too deep into your somewhat jumbled feelings for your best friend.

But you would certainly not “tap that.”

Well...

No. You would not.

You watched his eyes flick over the screen as he tapped the pen against his chin, catching the cap between his teeth while he thought about the formulas he’d learned in a past semester. He nodded to himself and started scribbling out a diagram and the math to go with it. You found yourself a little mesmerized by the way he simply just knew what to do, confidently scratching away at the paper as easily as one might write the alphabet. Your eyes trailed from his long fingers and calloused hand sweeping over the page, up his toned arm (lingering on his bicep a little longer), and to his face. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration, sometimes parting his lips to murmur the logic to himself.

For someone who often said a lot of stupid shit, he sure had a pretty mouth.

You considered what he might do if you snatched a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Would he shove you away and leave? Awkwardly but kindly reject you? Or, would he kiss you back—throw the work out of the way and grab your face to coax you in deeper? Maybe push you back onto the bed and—

“Okay, so basically—”

Jesus Christ, get a fucking grip.

“—from the problem and draw it out like this to apply the formula, yeah?”

Sokka looked to you expectantly and you blinked at him as your face burned. “Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”

“C’mon, I know you hate physics but you gotta at least pay attention to me if you wanna pass,” he teased, shifting close enough that the sides of your bodies pressed together. Was it getting warmer in your room, or was it just your best friend?

He launched into the explanation again and you nodded along while internally willing the blood to leave your cheeks. Even as your thoughts ricocheted around inside your skull he managed to break it down in a way that somewhat made sense. He sat back and watched as you slowly worked through the next problem. You glanced up when you heard a soft pop to see him applying chapstick.

“Is that a new flavor?” you asked.

“Yeah, chocolate orange or something.” He held the tube out to you. “Wanna try?”

Fuck it.

Before your rationality could catch up you pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips only slotted together for a brief moment before you pulled back to stare wide-eyed at each other. You could feel the fire creeping from your cheeks down your neck, mirrored in the reddening of his tanned skin.

He blinked. You blinked.

The chapstick slipped from between his fingers. Rationality arrived late.

You bolted.

“Uh, see ya later!” you shouted as you threw the door open and rushed out of the room.

“Wait, (Y/N)—“

You didn’t stick around to hear the end of his desperate call. Even thought it was your dorm and you were barefoot you still raced down the hall, wincing at the sound of a door slamming behind you.

“(Y/N)!”

Damn that lanky bastard. You were booking it and he was already hot on your heels. You barreled into the door leading to the stairwell and almost made it down the first step when he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back. Despite your struggles, the arm hooked across your middle was unyielding until he pushed you into the corner and crowded you against the wall, hands caging you in from either side. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was because of your escape attempt or that he was close enough you could smell his body wash and deodorant. It was almost enough to make your head spin.

“Sokka, I-I don’t know why—I’m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve—“

“(Y/N),” he said firmly and your mouth snapped shut. “Why did you run away?”

“Uh, I—well, um...” You shrunk down against the wall and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

“Look—“ You paused and stared at him once you processed what he said. “What?”

He laughed, dropping one of his hands to brush against your cheek before threading into your hair to cup the base of your skull. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

With that he surged forwards and kissed you enthusiastically, making you gasp into his mouth. You balled your hands into the front of his shirt to keep yourself steady as you melted into him. His free hand pressed into your lower back to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped out to tease at your bottom lip and he chuckled when you had to quickly grab his shoulders as your knees almost buckled.

“Get that,” he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you gasped for air.

“Oh,” you breathed, “that.” You hummed happily when he kissed you again, his stubble scratching against your chin and under your palms when you cupped his face.

You both looked up when a stairwell door somewhere above you slammed open, followed by a group of jostling male voices. Sokka grinned when you glanced at him with wide eyes and shiny, swollen lips. You tried to hide behind him as the clamor bounded closer and closer. The group of guys rounded the next flight and gave shouts of recognition upon seeing you two standing against the wall.

“Sokka!”

“Hey, man!”

“Hey, guys,” Sokka said, holding his hand up in greeting.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, is that (Y/N)?”

“Nice, dude!”

“Ah, yeah...” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you raised an eyebrow at his turned head. They all cheered and congratulated him, slapping his back as they passed and disappeared down the next set of stairs. When Sokka met your eyes again you cocked your head.

“Who were they?” you asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“Sokka.”

“My reputation precedes me, what can I say?”

“Mine doesn’t.”

“Well—“ he suddenly became very interested in the underside of the stairs above you “—my reputation may or may not involve talking about you. A lot, apparently.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t do it on purpose!” he interjected quickly, taking your hands in his. “It’s just—I dunno, I guess I think about you a lot, so...”

“Oh.”

“Fuck, okay, that sounded weird.” You laughed a little at his embarrassed floundering. “I just mean, like, things that remind me of you or, y’know, stories that involve you...” he trailed off, flushing at your amused smile. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Making fun of me!”

“I didn’t say anything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around his neck.

“You’re still laughing at me,” he whined, lips turning into a frown. His hands slipped back down to your waist.

“You’re cute.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Without preamble, he ducked down and hoisted you over his shoulder as you shrieked in protest. “Sokka! Put me down!”

“No can do, baby; we have unfinished business to attend to.” He said as he marched you back in the direction of your room.

“You’re gonna finish my physics homework?”

“Nope.”

Oh.

A/N: 2k words bc, again, i have no self control. thank you for the request!

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[thisissirius]

for my darling pali who always deserves the world and she wanted soft hair eddie. this one’s for you, @antismiles​ <3

in the beginnings (we are the softest) eddie/buck, soft domesticity

Buck pulls the keys from his pocket, juggling two coffees and a rucksack for Chris. He manages to get the door open, nudging it with his thigh as he drops the rucksack to the floor. The house is quiet, so he tries to shut the door quietly, twisting and cursing when the keys fall to the floor with a clang. Thankfully, the door shuts gently and he toes off his sneakers. 

The kitchen is empty, and when Buck peers down the hallway, Eddie’s bedroom door is open, Christopher’s is closed. Frowning, he pads back through to the living room and stops in the doorway, lips curving into a smile.

Eddie’s asleep on the couch, legs bent awkwardly to fit, one arm dangling over the side, his face mashed into the cushion. Buck doesn’t know why he’s in the living room instead of his bed, but he rolls his eyes. Eddie’s been picking up a couple of extra shifts lately to pay for Chris’ summer trip to Florida. Buck’s offered to throw some money at it, but Eddie’s painfully difficult to help when he knows it’s coming, so Buck’s stopped picking up extra shifts so there’s more for Eddie to choose from. It helps that he times them deliberately for when Eddie’s busy or won’t need him for Chris. 

“Eddie,” Buck says gently. 

Eddie doesn’t stir. His hair is soft, product free and flat from the shower at the station. 

“Eddie,” Buck says again, slightly louder, perching on the edge of the coffee table. He reaches forward, slides a hand through Eddie’s hair. “Time to get up.”

Shifting, Eddie mumbles something, reaching up to wrap his fingers around Buck’s wrist. “S’early.”

“I know.” Buck laughs gently. “You with me?”

“Mm, yes,” Eddie says, cranking open an eye. It takes a beat, two, and then he’s smiling softly, thumb sliding up Buck’s wrist. “Morning.”

Buck leans down, brushes a kiss over Eddie’s forehead. “How long have you been home?”

Eddie frowns at the clock on the wall, shrugging one shoulder. “Like an hour or two? Wanted to be awake to say ‘bye to Chris.”

The warmth that pools in Buck’s chest is normal for being around Eddie and he smiles. “I’ll get him up. There’s a coffee in the kitchen.”

“Fuck, I love you,” Eddie groans, pushing himself up to sit. He runs a hand through his hair, making a noise of frustration when his hair sticks up. 

Buck smirks, scratches at Eddie’s scalp. “You look great, stop it.”

“You’re biased,” Eddie mutters, but he stands, taking a moment to stop swaying, and follows Buck towards the kitchen. He keeps his hands on Buck’s hips, dropping his head against Buck’s shoulderblades. It’s an awkward shuffle into the next room, but Buck can’t bring himself to complain. 

Eddie’s always more tactile in the mornings, especially when he’s tired. 

“Coffee,” Buck says, handing over the takeout cup. “And,” he continues, “I’m allowed to biased.”

“Mmm.” Eddie takes a sip of his coffee. “This is good.”

“Uh-huh,” Buck says, amused. “Make out with the coffee in your room. Come on, say goodnight and sleep.”

Eddie makes a face. “I want you there.”

Again, Buck’s chest tightens with warmth. It’s not often Eddie admits to things, mostly too caught up in expectation and worry, so Buck steps into Eddie’s space. He wraps a hand around Eddie’s neck, thumb stroking Eddie’s jaw. “I love you.”

Smile bright despite his exhaustion, Eddie leans in, kisses Buck softly. “I love you too. And this coffee.”

Buck laughs, nose to Eddie’s temple. “You’re an idiot.”

Eddie shrugs, still smiling, and Buck pulls away. Chris is probably awake by now, he can hear movement. “You love me so who’s more of the idiot.”

Pretending to think about it, Buck raps his knuckles against the doorjamb to the hall. “Still you.”

Eddie’s laugh follows Buck down the hallway, and he’s still grinning when he opens Chris’ door. “You ready, buddy?”

Chris nods, already pulling on his socks. “Is Dad home?”

“He is,” Buck agrees, leaning in the doorway. “How excited are you?”

“So,” Chris says, elongating the word. “Are you dropping me off?”

“Well, your dad was drooling on the pillow five minutes ago,” Buck adds, pretending to whisper. 

“I heard that!” Eddie yells down the hall, and both Buck and Chris laugh. 

Chris finishes dressing and stands up. “What are we having for breakfast?”

“Food,” Buck says, and Chris giggles. “I don’t know, did your dad do the grocery shopping?”

There’s a pause. 

“Listen,” Eddie says, when they step into the kitchen. 

“That means no,” Chris says, smiling widely. 

At Eddie’s outraged noise, Chris and Buck laugh, Buck sweeping closer to tug Eddie into a hug. “We love you anyway.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, only laughs when Buck kisses his temple and nuzzles into his hair. “Stop it.”

“Gross,” Chris agrees. 

“We’ll grab something on the way,” Buck says, and Eddie sways into his space, eyes closed as his forehead drops to Buck’s shoulder. Buck doesn’t want to leave, wants to tuck Eddie into bed, stay with him.

“Go,” Eddie mumbles. “Come back soon.”

Chris moves towards the hall to grab his shoes, and Buck lingers, loves the feel of Eddie’s head on his shoulder, Eddie’s fingers on his waist. “I love you.”

“You’re not getting another one out of me,” Eddie complains, pulling away. He’s dead on his feet, and Buck spins him in the direction of his bedroom. “I’m going,” Eddie protests. Then, after a pause, “I love you.”

Buck waits only until Eddie’s disappeared down the hall and moves after Chris. He’ll be back soon, join Eddie in bed and wrap around him. Eddie’ll curl closer, tuck himself under Buck’s chin and let out a soft sigh as he falls back asleep. 

Later.

For now, Buck’s got a kid to get to school. 

a visual aid :)