#mike.. lemme hug you mike...

[paulyenvol6]

'I'm a pleaser'

Pedro x female reader

So.... about the interview... It was so hot hearing him say this phrase, so I thought I'm gonna write something about Pedro being down bad for reader and always wanting to please her and be good to her. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, fluff, dirty talk, praise, Pedro being the sweetest and best and kindest husband in the world, Pedro having both sub and dom vibes, Pedro is a pleaser, established relationship (they're married), nicknames like baby and honey and babygirl

Wordcount: 4,031

Masterlist

"Hi baby," you shouted, the weight of the bag on your arm making your wrist hurt and you groaned as you stepped through the door.

"Fuck!" you cursed, feeling it dangle against you. With much effort, you turned around and pushed the door shut. You were still trying to carry the two bags across the hallway and into the kitchen when the door to the living room opened.

"Honey. Lemme help you with that."

Pedro rushed toward you, taking the bags from you without waiting for your reply and brought them into the kitchen while you exhaled and wiped with the back of your hand over your brow to remove the drops of sweat pooling on your skin.

"Thank you, Pedro!" you shouted as you took off your jacket and hung it on the coat rack before following him.

"No worries. How was your day?" he said over his shoulder and then started to unpack the groceries, but stopped when you hugged him from behind.

"Good," you mumbled against his nape, your arms tightly wrapped around his waist. "Work was fine and then I met with Sarah in café and on the way home I went to the grocery store. Did you know that Sarah and Mike are gonna get a dog?"

Pedro's hand came down to rest on top of yours and you smiled as he started to trace your knuckles.

"Oh really? Aren't they stressed out enough?"

"Yeah, but they think it would be nice for the kids… How was your day?"

You nudged your chin against his shoulder, admiring his profile and then kissing him right next to his ear while Pedro cleared his throat.

"A little exhausting from time to time. But good. I mostly shot with Joseph and Vanessa today which was nice."

You closed your eyes, lazily tracing his abs with your fingers while softly purring. "That's good…"

Pedro's lips curled which you couldn't see and then carefully turned in your hold so he could stand in front of you and cradle the back of your head while you gave him a gentle smile.

"Let me unpack this stuff, okay? You go in the living room, sit down and then I'll be right there and we're gonna have a nice evening. How does that sound?" Pedro whispered, pursing his lips and then grabbing your hand to press a kiss on your palm.

"You sure?" you asked, your voice equally quiet and your eyes flickering uncertainly between your husband and the bags. "You had an exhausting day and I – "

"Yes. I'm sure," Pedro interrupted you before you were able to finish the sentence and pulled your head toward him to tenderly kiss your hairline.

"You can relax. I'm good, I promise. In fact, thank you for going to the grocery store. I already feel awful for letting you do that after work."

"Pedro. C'mon," you frowned, but couldn't maintain the facade when he grimaced and then singlehandedly turned you around so you faced the kitchen door.

"Go on, now. Rest on the couch and I'll be there in a minute."

"Alright, alright," you murmured, lifting your hands and unwillingly following his demand.

The smile was glued to your lips, your face still glowing with love and affection for your perfect, caring husband as you sank down on the couch with a sigh and dropped your head back so it could finally rest. Truthfully, your day had been tough, but the prospect of rounding off the evening snuggled up with Pedro was too tempting to waste time feeling sorry for yourself. Therefore you waited with closed eyes and a slight curve on your lips while listening to the noises in the kitchen. Pedro quietly hummed a familiar tune to himself that you couldn't name though and then finally, when he had put the last can of chickpeas away in the cupboard, you could hear his feet dragging across the kitchen floor as he headed to the door.

"I'm done, baby," he shouted while shoving the bags into a drawer and despite your heavy limbs, you turned in your seat to watch him walk through the door.

"C'mere," you said, your voice thin and quiet, your weakness visible, but your desire to finally have him close to you loud and clear. He grinned wryly, running a hand through his hair before lowering himself right next to you, the couch mellifluously grunting under his weight. You instantly enguled Pedro in a tight embrace and let out a high-pitched noise of approval when he pressed your face to his chest, all of your senses consumed by his typical scent of cinnamon.

"I missed you, baby. Missed you all day…," he growled, tenderly stroking up and down your back while your fingers played with the babyhair in his neck.

"I missed you, too. Is there anything on your schedule for tomorrow?" you whispered, your face tense with the fear of him telling you that he wouldn't have time for you, but to your fortune, you felt him shake his head.

"No. I have the day free. It's a Saturday, c'mon. Disney's not that tough on me."

He chuckled, the vibrations feeling magical in your chest and you noticed your stomach clench with sheer adoration for the man holding you so gently and firmly, representing just what you were feeling. You were yearning for him, desiring to spend the rest of your life cuddled up against his chest if it only was possible.

"Okay. Can we do something then?" you asked, lifting your head to dart up to him and feeling your heartrate pick up at the softness surrounding his brown puppy eyes.

"Of course. You wanna do something special?"

You nodded, the thought only having flickered in your head just now, but it sounded heavenly in your mind.

"Can we go on a picknick? We could go to Hampstead Heath or – or OmVed gardens, it's not that busy there. We surely would have our privacy if we find ourselves a nice corner."

Pedro pursed his lips like he was thinking, but quickly softened his expression and nodded.

"That sounds good. Although… You sure it's not a bit too cold for that? I don't want you to get sick, you know?"

"I'm sure it's gonna be fine. We can take blankets with us. And hot tea. I mean, we're in London, right?"

He scoffed and then lowered your head to his collarbone again while giving your waist a squeeze.

"Okay. Let's do it then. But… in the evening I'd like to be back in the city."

Your head shot up again, your eyes small as you suspiciously observed his wrinkled forehead and the faint smirk playing around his lips.

"Why?"

"That's a surprise."

Your eyebrows drew together, your hands leaving the back of his neck so you could cross your arms in front of your chest.

"No," you complained, well-aware of the fact that Pedro knew how much you hated surprises. You were much too unpatient to even just wait for a day to find out what he had planned.

"Yes," Pedro said, remaining unwavering as he put his hands on your hips. "You'll have to wait to find out."

"Baby, you know that I can't wait 24 hours. That's cruel."

He chuckled and then glared at the watch around his wrist.

"Mhmm… not 24 hours. Let's say… 22 and 30 minutes. You got this."

A dramatic whine left your throat as you threw your head back and pretended to sob into your hands.

"You really gonna do this to me? Even though you know that I don't like secrets. Are you gonna do that to your wife? You're a bad husband, you know that, right?"

Obviously Pedro couldn't just let that go, so he tightened his grip on your hips and pulled you up onto his lap until you were straddling him.

"You know, there are a lot of things you could hold over my head. Like… okay, maybe not a lot of things. But I'm not an awesome singer… I'm not a good cook. Definitely not. And I… I force you to watch bad movies with me without telling you what they're about so you can't back out. BUT… Don't you ever say again that I'm a bad husband."

He smiled cockily, narrowing his eyes while you thoughtfully twisted your lips. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Or you think you would find someone else who'd give you a trip to Paris just so you can visit an exhibition about your favorite director? Because I listen to you, I'm attentive and so I know what makes you happy. And wait… it wasn't even your birthday."

You rolled your eyes, tilting your head, but a telling smile had crept up on your face that you were unable to supress.

"Oh come on. You don't have to be a genius to know that I love Wes Anderson. When do I ever stop talking about him?"

Your hands came up to cradle his face and although you were still pretending to sulk you briefly brushed with your lips over his temple. Pedro wouldn't have it though, he withdrew, raised his brows and then shook his head.

"I want you to take it back."

His eyes were sparkling with a mischievous amusement, but there was also something determined. Nevertheless, you bit your lip like you still weren't sure and then were about to say something – admit that he actually was more than a good husband (the perfect husband) – when he suddenly pulled you in close and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was heated and intense, so hot that the air between your faces seemed to crackle and before you could process what was happening, you desperately grinded your core against the bulge beneath his pants. Pedro had his hands situated on your waist, palming and squeezing whenever your clothed pussy nudged against the tip of his dick, but then sooner than you wanted it to end, he stopped the kiss and looked you up and down.

"Okay, baby. Lemme show you then. Maybe I have to remind you of how good I am to you."

Your body shivered at the words or maybe it was his low husky voice that sent goosebumps all over your arms, but either way it worked perfectly on you and you gulped while Pedro secured his hold around your torso and picked you up. One arm was around your shoulder blades and the other on your ass, watching you with dark and flashing eyes while he rose to his feet to carry you away from the living room and to the bedroom.

"I wanna make you feel so good, babygirl. I want you to cum so hard, you forget your own name. I always want you to be happy and – and I wanna be the reason for your happiness…," he raspily whispered, covering your neck and cleavage with wet kisses that produced a smacking sound.

"Pedro…," you whimpered, your core helplessly rocking forward to somehow find any friction, but you would have been unsuccessful, hadn't he assisted you and brought his right hand between your legs. You rejoiced, your breath catching in your throat as you finally had the opportunity to grind against something and achieve at least a little bit of stimulation on your throbbing clit.

"Yeah… Say my name, I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

The next moan was swallowed as Pedro suddenly threw you onto the bed, but was so careful about it, a hand at the back of your head so that you couldn't bump it against anything. He didn't hesitate and followed, crawling to lay on top of you and propping himself on his knees and elbow so he didn't bury you under his weight.

"I want you to feel perfect, honey… You want me to go down on you? Just need you to… need you to cum for me… need you to be happy."

"I always am with you, Pedro," you whispered, but then whimpered as he cupped your breasts through your blouse, precisely searching for your nipple and then circling it with his thumb.

"Y-Yes," you ended up stuttering in regards to his ealier question and pressed your legs together to forget the pulsing heat between them.

"Please do something… I need it bad."

Judging by the look of sheer joy on his face, it was exactly what he had wanted to hear. Pedro lived to please you; lived to see you smile or moan or laugh or sigh in relief and what he loved even more was when he was the one making you feel that way. Therefore the prospect of going down on you and gifting you unimaginable pleasure was the perfect opportunity for him to feed this side of him and please you in ways that were purely enthralling and sensational for the both of you.

"Okay, babygirl. I want you to relax and enjoy it and tell me if you don't like anything, alright?" he whispered while opening the first few buttons of your blouse, his fingers so trained and skillful that he did it while maintaining eye contact.

"Yes, Pedro. Please, just – I need it."

"I know, I know," he cooed, slightly pushing the fabric of your shirt over your shoulders to reveal more skin and then crawling down your body in one go so his head was on the same level as your stomach.

The softness of his eyes, the big brown irises and the slightly parted lips were ravishing, your heart racing although Pedro hadn't even started yet. He didn't tease and edge you, but still you needed him go 10 times faster when he opened the button of your pants and shoved them down your legs until they dangled around your knees, your underwear following soon. He chuckled at your trembling legs and the way your heels dug into the mattress in search of release, but was quick to press a warm hand on the inside of your knees. All that reached your ears before his words were drowned by your pussy was a quiet 'Jesus…' and then your back arched off the bed as Pedro pressed a bold kiss right onto your clitoris, a gesture that was both welcoming and frustrating. You yearned for friction, for something to rub against to ease the coiling ache in your clit, but you felt that the more he gave you, the more you needed.

"Fuck. Fuck, Pedro, oh god…," you whimpered, biting down on your own hand while bending your neck so you could look down at him. And the image was more than worth it.

His puppy eyes looked even more tempting and sultry, his locks gleaming beautifully in the dim light and his lips glistening deliciously every time he withdrew for a moment to lick over them. One of the things you loved the most was the way he seemed to savour and adore every drop of your wetness that he got to taste on his tongue because it not only gave you confidence, but made you feel desirable. Beautiful and torrid.

His left hand had wandered to your breasts, kneading and tracing the swell as if he didn't want to neglect any part of your body while his right kept your legs wide open for him.

"So good Pedro… Fuck, please – please, I…"

It was all mindless stuttering, just some way to get rid of the accumulated tightness in your thighs and belly, but Pedro was listening precisely to everything leaving your mouth.

"Yes, baby… Talk to me. What do you need?"

He trailed down the front of your body, drawing a few soothing circles on top of your lower belly before grabbing your hand that was pressed to the side of your body.

"Just – Just you… Fuck, right there."

The tip of his tongue was drawing random patterns over your clit, lines and circles and triangles and you seemed to lose your mind over and over again every time his heavy, warm, rough tongue grazed the sensitive nub. At some point you couldn't help yourself, your free hand grabbing his locks and gently tugging at it while you started to roll your hips against his face, which caused Pedro to growl deeply.

"Yes, honey… Take from me what you need… S'right…"

The vibrations transferred right to your body, prickling against your swollen clit and you threw your head back, your lids fluttering and your mouth agape. You were speechless and restricted in your ability to move apart from the shifting of your hips, but Pedro seemed to know exactly what you needed and acted accordingly. This wasn't him teasing or edging you, graciously giving before drawing back just to hear you beg, no, he intended to please you in every way possible and give you what you desired before you could even express your demand.

"Yes…. Pedro, please. Need your fingers too," you pressed, slamming your hand, that had been in his hair, down on the bed next to you as he kitten-licked your clit, the tip of his tongue precise and accurate like a laser pointer. He obliged as soon as the words had left your mouth and brought two fingers to your hole, prodding and tracing your entrance before easing them inside of your drenched pussy. The gasp you let out made his heart skip a beat or two and he testingly curled his two digits, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins at your whimpering.

"Y-Yes. Right there Pedro, please. Please don't stop."

"Not going to, honey."

The combination truly was electrifying. The dance of his tongue over your clit was your main source of stimulation, the tight circles proof of how well he knew your body by now, but his thick curled fingers, repeatedly brushing over your sweet spot hidden deep inside of you only added to the ecstasy of it all.

"It's right there, huh?" he murmured, the wet sound of his tongue lapping up the juices he had spread all over your pussy almost overcasting his words.

"It's itching right there, isn't that right? Lemme make it better."

The heat in your belly became almost unbearable, your pelvis tremoring with the need to finally crossing that bridge and letting all of the tension in your body go, but at the same time his mouth and hands on you felt so good that a part of you wished it could just go on like this for all time.

You brought a hand to his head again, combing through the silky stunning locks, but holding on to him at the same time which surely stung in his scalp, but he took it with a deep groan.

"Jesus fucking christ… You taste so perfect. You're gonna cum for me?"

You wriggled, the hand that was still clasped by Pedro's squeezing him tightly and wrapping the whole of your hand around his thumb.

"Yes. Yes, I wanna cum, Pedro, please…"

You didn't even know what you were begging for because he was right here and you knew he would tease as many orgasm out of you as you wished, make you cum over and over again if you liked it and find pleasure in it as well. It was just so much. There were so many things you were feeling and you believed that if you didn't vocally express the pleasure you were receiving, you would burst.

He slowly, but forcefully moved the two fingers inside of you, relentlessly tapping against your inner walls and the precious sweet spot that was so sensitive and delicate under his touch. Meanwhile, the pace of his tongue picked up and Pedro moved the hand that had previously rested on your hip bone to your pussy to get the protective hood out of the way and brush over the very responsive underside of the bundle of nerves.

"Pedro, I'm gonna – I – "

You stopped mid-sentence, your jaw dropping and your view becoming blurry while a sticky, warm liquid seemed to tide through your limbs and first and foremost, your thighs. It pulsed and saturated your already mushy brain to a point where you couldn't even pay attention to your husband between your legs anymore although it was such a pretty picture. Your hand squeezed his thumb firmly, almost bending his hand in an unnatural angle, but your head was too high up in the clouds to question it and Pedro once again took it all without drawing his face.

"There you go, yes… God, I love seeing you fall apart for me, it's such a beautiful fucking sight…"

He helped you ride out your orgasm, his fingers carefully thrusting in you and his tongue glued to your clit until he noticed the way you squirmed and stopped to check on you.

"My perfect baby…," he whispered full of admiration and glanced up to you, grinning at your half-lidded eyes that tiredly tried to keep their focus on his face. You were wrecked and exhausted, but seemed very satisfied and Pedro could proudly say that it was his doing.

"That was so good," your airy voice reached his head, quiet like you didn't have the strength to speak louder. Pedro's insides twisted and turned pirouettes, his eyes on your slightly parted lips while he slowly withdrew his fingers from your pussy, licked them clean in relish and then glided his tongue through your folds one last time to slurp up your arousal before wiping over his lips with the back of his hand. At this point your eyes were completely shut and the steady heaving of your chest suggested that you were asleep. But when Pedro moved up the bed, the mattress jiggling and the silk sheets rustling your lashes fluttered and you softly moaned.

"Pedro," you murmurated and flexed your toes when he lay down beside you and was quick to pull you closer, a hand brushing the sweaty hair out of you face and another caressing your cheek.

"I love you so much, honey… Are you all good?"

If you hadn't been so tired, you would have widened your eyes at the question, your heart pounding with an infinte love and adoration for your husband. You were not only in awe of his beauty in this light, the things he had made you feel, but also just of him. The way he had just made you feel dreamlike things and now asked you if you were good.

"Yes. More than good, Pedro," you stated and leaned into the touch of his hand on your face.

"But I – I wanna make you feel good, too," you said, your voice wishful and reverant, but the way you could barely keep your eyes open very telling. Pedro chuckled lowly and kissed you right between your brows.

"We're gonna do that another time. You're tired and need some rest. Don't you worry about me, I got everything I wanted tonight."

He took your hand again, vaguely trailing along your fingers with his thumb and shook his head in amusement when you hummed in dissatisfaction.

"But, no… You need to cum too."

"Shhhh, baby…," Pedro soothed you, tugging you snug against his broad body until all you could see and hear and smell was him. The grey fabric of his hoodie, his heartbeat and the familiar sweet cinnamon.

"I got everything I wanted… Got to have a taste of you and listen to your pretty noises… And see you cum for me… It's all I'm ever gonna need in my life. I just always want you to be satisfied and happy."

Pedro exhaled, peacefully kissing you on top of your head as if he was blind to how messy your hair was.

"I love you, Pedro," you whispered, about to drift off to sleep, but before you could do that you had to say one more thing.

"You're the sweetest and best husband in the world."

He smirked broadly, his already soft eyes relaxing further and then he carefully and without moving too much, reached for the blanket and pulled it over both of your bodies.

"I love you, too," he whispered, not being certain that you were still awake, but it felt good saying it nonetheless.

It always felt good with you.

[happy74827]

hey pookieeee, how about mike and reader are like new to dating and mike just got his job at freddy’s fazbears pizzeria as night guard. and he has trouble paying the bills and stuff and taking care for abby. and reader is like lemme help you. and mikes like no i got it. just rlly angsty to fluff? if you get what i mean? thanks xo

Resolute Hearts

[Mike Schmidt x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: All you wanted to do was to save him from drowning.

WC: 2883

Category: Angst to Fluff, Happy Ending

I absolutely adored this request. I hope you were serious about the angst, because it is there and it is heavy 🫠

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Tears…that's all you could feel. You felt them running down your cheeks, and you could feel your lips trembling as you sat on the tile floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The surrounding air was thick, a suffocating feeling. It was hard to breathe. Your head felt light, and your vision was a blur. You took in deep, shaky breaths, trying to hold back the sobs you desperately wanted to let out.

You never thought you would feel this way. It was like everything you had worked for your entire life had fallen through. It was like nothing meant anything to you anymore. Your life, your family, your friends. They didn't mean anything to you. You didn't care about them. You were alone, and the only person you cared about didn't seem to care about you back.

The apartment was dark and quiet. You sat in the bathroom, the door locked, the lights off, the fan running to block the sound of your tears. Your roommate had left hours before, saying she had an early morning class. You didn't know why they even had classes so early in the morning.

It felt like decades had gone by since you sat there on the bathroom floor. The bathroom tiles were cold and uncomfortable. You were cold and uncomfortable. You didn't feel like yourself. You weren't the type to get so worked up about anything. You weren't the type to sit on a bathroom floor and cry over things you couldn't fix. You were the type to keep your head held high. To smile through everything, even if the situation was tough. To be the rock for your friends to lean on.

But, you felt alone. You felt so alone.

Michael, Mike. Michael was the one who made you feel alone. You loved him. God, you loved him more than anything. You loved him so much. You loved how caring he was. How sweet he could be. How considerate he was. You loved every inch of him and every inch of what he did for you. He was so considerate of your feelings; he never pushed you to do things you weren't ready for. So, why did his words hurt you so much? Why did his actions make you feel so small and worthless?

Why?

It had only been a few months since you started dating, and everything seemed to be perfect. He was charming, sweet, and an all-around amazing guy. You were so happy with him. He was everything you wanted in a boyfriend, and you were over the moon with how everything was going. He even seemed to care for you; at least, that's what you thought.

He had been distant for the past few weeks. You found yourself seeing Abby more often than you did Mike. You would wake up, and he wouldn't be there, only to find him passed out on the couch or working on a late project in the kitchen.

He said he was fine, but you knew he wasn't. You could tell he wasn't okay. You knew something was bothering him, but he never opened up to you about what it was. You thought about telling him it was okay. That he could talk to you about anything, he didn't need to keep it bottled up. He didn't need to worry you like that.

You did eventually open your mouth to say something about how he was feeling, but before you could even get the words out, he shut you down. He said he was fine that you were overreacting. That you needed to worry about yourself more and stop thinking about his feelings all the time. You just needed to trust him.

You believed him. You foolishly believed him until it all came crashing down. During one of your many late nights babysitting Abby for him, you accidentally stumbled upon papers that he left on the coffee table. One of which was a delinquency notice dated back to last week. He was behind on rent and had a couple of other bills that were due soon. You didn't want to add to his stress, so you figured it wouldn't hurt to try and help him with those.

Apparently, it did hurt. It hurt enough to make him snap at you when you decided to approach him the night before about it. Abby was tucked into bed in her room for the night, so you decided it would be a good opportunity to talk to him just as he was about to leave. How stupid you were. How naive. You didn't know what he was going to say, but you had no idea he was going to get so angry. So angry, in fact, that it ended up waking Abby up.

You felt your stomach churn at the memory of his voice getting louder, your name getting harsher, the tone of his words getting angrier.

"I said I can take care of myself, just like I've always done." He was livid, his face red with anger. He was trying to keep his cool, but it seemed that it was just too much for him. "Why do you have to get involved? Just butt out, alright?"

"I just want to help, Mike. You shouldn't have to pay for everything on your own. I just want to be there for you, like you are for me," you said, reaching out for his hands, but he pulled away from you.

"I don't need you to take care of me. I can handle this on my own. I've been doing this on my own for a long time," he told you, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't want to be touched, you could tell.

"You're right," you admitted. "You're an adult; you've been taking care of yourself for a long time, and I shouldn't try to change that. But I'm here, okay? I'm here for you and for Abby. And I'm not trying to take care of you; I'm just trying to help you. Just let me help you."

"What the hell do you think this is?!" Mike practically screamed at you. "You think this is easy?! You think I don't want to get out of debt, huh? Do you think I like being in debt? I don't! But it's my fault, and it's my job to take care of it!"

"Mike, calm down! Abby is sleeping in the next—" You tried to reason with him, but he didn't want to hear any of it. He was too mad. He was too angry. He turned and grabbed his car keys, turning back to look at you, the hurt and anger evident in his eyes.

"Abby isn't your concern; she's my responsibility. She's my sister, not yours. You're just—" Mike stopped himself, not wanting to say the next thing that came to his head. But you were right there, in front of him, looking up at him with eyes full of hurt. You were so close, so close he could see the tears glistening in your eyes.

“I'm just… what, Mike?" You asked him, your voice hitching. The tears that you had been holding back began to fall. You were at a breaking point; you didn't know how to feel anymore. You didn't know what you were feeling. All you knew was that your boyfriend just screamed at you and hurt you with his words.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked over your shoulder to see Abby standing there. She looked up at her brother with wide eyes and a confused expression. She looked from Mike to you, then to her hand that was on your shoulder. You felt numb. You couldn't believe what was happening.

"Abby…" Mike took a deep breath. "Abby, go back to bed, okay? I'll be back soon." He gave her a soft smile. The one he always gave you when you needed it. She looked up at him, giving him the same sad look she was giving you. She rubbed her eyes and walked back into her room, closing the door behind her. Mike turned his attention back to you, but he didn't say anything. He looked like he had more to say, but the words just didn't come out.

And that was the last time you saw him.

You spent the next couple of hours curled up on the floor, crying until you couldn't cry anymore. You tried to sleep in the own comfort of your bed, but every time you closed your eyes, you would see his face. His angry face. The face he made at you the last time you spoke. The face he made when he screamed at you. You hated it. You hated everything about it.

It was around six in the morning when you decided to finally leave your room. It was cold outside, but you didn't care. You needed some fresh air. You needed to get out of there for a little bit. You needed to get away from the suffocating apartment, the suffocating situation. You needed to get away from everything that reminded you of Mike. You walked down the hall to the patio, and you were almost to it when you heard the faint knock on the door.

You stood at the entrance to the living room, listening to the faint knocks. It was the first time in hours that you heard a sound other than your own voice. Your eyes were glued to the door, your hands in fists as you listened. And listened. And listened. It felt like an eternity before you finally decided to get the courage to walk up and answer it, reaching for the knob and pulling it open.

There, standing on the other side of the door, was your boyfriend. Michael was standing there, staring back at you. His face wasn't angry. He wasn't mad anymore. He didn't look sad either. He didn't look like anything at all. He looked blank, empty. Like he didn't have any emotions, his eyes were void of the emotions that you loved so much.

He wore his security vest, the little medallion dangling in front of his chest. He had his name tag attached to it, and you realized he came straight from work. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was a mess, sticking out at the side. His posture was slouched, his shoulders hanging low. He looked exhausted. But he was there, and he was standing right in front of you like he was the one who had been waiting for so long. Like he was the one who was worried.

"Hi," he spoke quietly. He almost whispered. It was soft, and it was quiet. His voice was scratchy and dry. He was trying to smile, but he was trying so hard to force one that it hurt you to see it. You felt a sharp pain in your chest at the sight of him. "Can we… Can we talk?"

"What are you doing here, Michael? You need to be home for Abby." You felt the lump in your throat rise up as you spoke. You could feel the tears coming back to your eyes, and you knew he saw them. He was always good at seeing through you.

"I couldn't go home knowing we're not okay." He looked at you with the saddest look you had ever seen. The look made you want to cry again. You didn't want to cry anymore.

"I… I can't right now," you said, moving to close the door in front of you. "I need some time to think." You started to shut the door, but his hand was quick to stop you from closing it. He put his foot in between the door and the frame and held the door open.

"Please," he begged, practically whining. He was so desperate. You knew he was desperate. You could see it in his eyes, the way his eyebrows were furrowed, and how he was clenching his jaw. "I know I shouldn't have said what I did last night. I was just… I was just angry. I didn't mean what I said, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I don't want to lose you because of my shit."

"Mike…" you started, but he cut you off.

"I'm just not used to having someone around all the time… Having someone help me. I know I get angry easily; Fuck, I know I'm stubborn. I know that I get mad at myself a lot because I'm not perfect, but I'm trying. I really am. For the longest time, it's just been Abby and I and no one else. I never really had someone who was willing to take care of me… and I've always been fine. I'm fine." Mike shook his head. "But I don't want to be just fine anymore. I want to be happy, and I want to be happy with you."

You felt a fresh set of tears fall from your eyes. You couldn't help it. The words were too much for you to handle. The sincerity in his voice, the way he was looking at you with his big hazel eyes, and how his voice cracked as he spoke. He looked like he had more to say, but he didn't. He just looked at you. He looked like he was searching for something. And you realized it was your forgiveness. He was waiting for your forgiveness. He was waiting for you to give him another chance.

You thought about all the times he opened up to you. All the times he let you in, and you helped him out when he needed it. You thought about how he was there when you needed him to be. You thought about how he would smile at you when you needed him to, how he would make you smile even on your worst days.

"I think you owe a dollar for the swear jar, maybe more," you spoke softly, looking up at him with your red, puffy eyes. He gave you a confused look, but he soon realized what you were talking about. He chuckled as he wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Yeah, I guess I do. Sorry, Abby," he apologized, acting like he was talking to his little sister. She wasn't here right now, but you knew he still felt like he needed to apologize to her for his actions, too. He always felt the need to apologize. He felt the need to try and be a better brother. To try and be a better son. He looked at you with those big eyes of his. The same eyes you fell in love with.

"Hug?" you asked, a small smile gracing your face. You didn't know why you asked, but you did. You felt the lump in your throat slowly ease up, and you finally felt the air in your lungs start to flow. He smiled back at you, opening his arms, and you stepped into them, burying your face in his shoulder.

He pulled away and kissed your forehead, resting his on top of yours. He rubbed your back as you wrapped your arms around him. He felt safe and warm. He felt like everything that was missing.

"I still don't want you covering the debt," he told you. "But… I'll take the help. I can take the help. I'll take it as long as it's you." You could hear him smiling, and you squeezed him tighter.

"Of course. Of course."

Everything was falling back into place. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't fixed. There was still so much to work out, but it was starting to feel a little better. You felt a little better. You felt a little more whole again. The ache in your heart wasn't so bad. It was bearable, and you could finally breathe again.

"You can let go of me now." Mike's voice was muffled against the top of your head, and you realized you were squeezing him too tight.

Still, you didn't let go. "No, you're warm," you said, smiling into his chest.

He let out a small sigh, shaking his head. "Is this my punishment? Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?"

"It could be worse. I could still be mad at you," you replied, kissing the side of his neck.

"Well, in that case," he suddenly grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder. He laughed as you yelped out in surprise, flailing your limbs. You felt the world turn upside down, and you screamed as he turned and walked back inside, closing the door behind him. "Let me show you how sorry I am."

He might've ended up causing Abby to be late to school that morning, but it was okay. It was okay because you were laughing. You were smiling, and most of all, you were happy.

You were happy because even though it wasn't perfect, he was trying. He was trying to make things better for himself and for you. And for the first time in a long time, it felt like you were finally home.

[juuuulez]

🎧 | lip gallagher, cyber sex.

when he off work, he calling me on skype (yeah!) / trust me when i meet him, i’m fucking him on sight (yeah) / lemme see you can beat it, i’m feelin' just like mike (okay, okay).

NSFW, sex over skype, masterbation (female and male), short and sweet.

request a playlist roulette here!

The skype notification overtook your screen, disrupting the peaceful ambience of the show you were watching. It was some comedy, one you’d watched before, used purely as background noise to help shut off your mind.

You groaned as you accepted the call, brightness flooding the screen as Lip came into your view. “I’m tryn’a sleep.” You’ll mumble, face pressed into the flesh of your arms as you lie on your stomach.

Little sleep shorts hug your ass and it has Lip itching to touch you, even if he can’t. But he’s been horny all day, unable to focus on his lectures, and wants nothing more than to indulge in that.

“I know, baby,” He hums, voice low and rough as the friction of fabric on fabric meets your ears. “Just a couple minutes for me, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout you all fuckin’ day.”

Earphone wires are tangled at Lip’s chest as he shoves down his jeans, just enough so they sit low on his hips. It has you blinking blearily at the screen, still tired, but definitely more engaged at the idea of Lip calling you to jerk off. You’d missed him while he was at college, so you’d take what you could get.

“Don’t you have a roommate?” You muse, watching as he finally tugs his cock out, clearly so incredibly eager to get some relief.

The change in expression is instant, the way his brows furrow in focus, tongue caught between his teeth to suppress any sort of verbal reaction. “Fuck him.” He’ll grunt out.

So you watch him dutifully, admiring the sight of his strained cock fisted in his tight palm. Lip has the laptop balancing on his thighs, the room dark but screen bright enough that it illuminates his length just right, and it’s like your own private show.

“Gonna give me somethin’, baby?” He’s rasping out, a desperate twinge to his voice. Class was hell, work-study was hell, everything was hell. All he wanted was to see you.

So you hum in agreement, lazily rolling onto your back. You prop yourself up on the pillows, wiggling the shorts off your hips to expose your cunt, already slick just from watching Lip get off. The motions of your hand are slow, rolling your clit between your fingers, a gentle rub that makes your belly all warm.

And you can hear all the little noises Lip makes, despite trying his hardest to stay silent. You let yourself be vocal, knowing he’s wearing earphones, and Lip soaks it in. His fist works over his cock, red and throbbing in his hand, and he knows it won’t take him long to cum.

“Y’Gotta come over,” He mumbled, voice tight with tension. “Need’a fuck you. Can’t wait any longer.”

It brings a smile to your lips, loving the way his eyes are trained on you, watching the way your fingers massage your slick pussy. You could get off just like this, a delicious pressure on your clit, with the sight of him on your laptop screen. A high-pitched noise leaves your throat, somewhere between a whine and a confirmation.

“Mhm,” You hum. “Tomorrow. But y���need’a cum for me now, yeah? Please, Lip.”

It’s fucking irresistible. The computer gives your voice a tinny quality, but Lip doesn’t care, he loves that you want this. His fist tightens around his cock, twisting on the upstroke, eyes glued to the delicious sight of your sopping pussy, knowing tomorrow it’ll be all his.

He’s quick to shove his shirt further up his chest, shucking it out of the way, and you drink in the way his abdomen clenches. The muscles in his arm tighten as Lip groans into the air, neck craned back on the pillow and exposed to you. Sticky strings of cum land on his stomach and chest, dripping down his fist and running down his length. His hips twitch up into the movement, fucking himself empty.

The sight is downright sinful, the coil in your belly unravelling and warmth spreading through your body. It’s a gentle heat, one that makes your toes curl and a satisfied sigh drift through the speakers. The noise spurs Lip to squeeze himself once more, milking the last few seconds of his orgasm.

You’re even more sleepy now, and your shorts are somewhere on the floor, where you don’t intend on picking them up. Silence fills the space for a short moment, both of you catching your breath.

“Fuck.” Lip grumbles as he assesses the mess on his torso, hands finding an old shirt to clean it up with. It makes your nose scrunch up, mildly amused at the sight, whilst knowing you’ll have to scold him for it later.

“Can I go to sleep now?” You ask him with a pleased smile.

It makes Lip grin, lopsided and satisfied. “Yeah,” He tells you, “Gotta rest up, gonna fuck ya tomorrow.”

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (8) – A Captain and six brothers

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: This chapter is a little Mike-centric.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, mentions of past drug addiction, talk about addiction/ADA groups

The assistant masterlist

Part 7

It’s an early morning, and yawn as you walk out of the kitchen, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in your hands. The brothers are still asleep, and it’s your day off at the bakery.

As you walk out of the kitchen, you frown deeply. Mike is pacing back and forth. He clutches his hands to his chest and exhales sharply.

“Mike?”

“Flower,” he pants, “good morning. How was your night?” 

“I could you ask the same question,” you look Mike up and down. “You look a little pale. Is something wrong, Mike?”

“You know,” he nervously scratches the back of his neck, “some days are good, and others are…” Mike shakes his head and sniffs, “Others are bad…and then there are days which are the worst. Days in which you wish that you could still shoot the poison you were addicted to into your veins. I’m clean but…”

“Today is the worst,” you softly ask. “How can I help you, Mike? I know you don’t know me, but I want to help you.”

He shyly smiles at you, “I try to find a Drug Addicts Anonymous group. I need to go to a meeting,” Mike shows you his phone, “but my phone doesn’t work. I got no signal, and my display is cracked.”

You feel your heart clench in your chest. Mike looks like a lost puppy, and you do the first thing that comes to your mind. “What?” He sniffs as you hug him tightly. “Flower?”

“Uh-sorry. I’m a hugger. You should get used to getting hugged, Mike,” he wraps one arm around you and enjoys the little attention you give him. “I can help you find a group.”

“What’s going on here?” Lloyd watches you hug his brother. He frowns and narrows his eyes. “What did our little chaos do this time?”

“Nothing,” Mike immediately says. “I swear.”

“We try to find a Drug Addicts Anonymous group. Mike wants to go to a meeting,” you give Lloyd a stern look. Lloyd is still angry, and Mike is afraid to make one false step. “Do you want to help us?”

“Sure,” he shrugs. “What can I do?”

“Can you look for a group? I’ll go with Mike. Maybe we can take the bus and…” Lloyd raises his hand, stopping you midsentence.

“Cupcake, you won’t take the bus,” he says. “Do you know how many crazy people you can meet on a bus? I’ll drive you and Mike. Now lemme find a good group. We don’t want him to talk to some losers getting him addicted again.”

Mike sighs deeply. “He doesn’t trust me,” he whispers. “He’ll never trust me again.”

“Nonsense,” you whisper and pat Mike’s back. “He’s your brother and loves you. We all make mistakes. Don’t worry. We are all going to support you.”

“I like you, flower. A lot,” he grins. “One day, I’ll show you all of my tattoos. Maybe I’ll get a new one only for you.”

“OH! If only I wasn’t scared of needles. I’d gotten a tattoo too,” you tell Mike. “I already said that didn’t I?”

“You are pretty without tattoos,” Lloyd grumbles. “Don’t let him talk you into getting tattoos.”

“You’ve got some too,” Mike grumbles. “You were the one paying for my first tattoo.” 

Lloyd grins. “You cried like a baby, calling for Andy to hold your hand.” 

“It’s not nice to make fun of people,” you say, and peck Mike’s cheek. “Lloyd, find a group or I’ll do it. Stop bugging Mike. He needs our support.”

Curtis chuckles. He watches you dismantle his cocky brother within a few seconds. 

“Looks like Lloyd is in trouble,” he says to Andy. “So, do we help him or just enjoy the show?”

Andy’s features darken. He doesn’t like that you are still hugging his brother. If anyone deserves your attention in his opinion, it’s him.

“She shouldn’t hang her heart on him. He’s…”

“Our brother,” Jake reminds him. “Mike made mistakes but he’s our little chaos and I’m glad he found his way home. Now, stop moping. If anyone asks Y/N out first, it’s me. I was her friend before you even saw her.”

“Says who?” Ari and Andy grunt in unison, making Lloyd cackle.

“Dream on, sunshine. She’s going to be all mine…”

“It’s okay, Mike. We can just wait here,” Jake says as his brother hesitates to enter the building.

“Maybe we go with him,” you grab Mike’s hand, gently squeezing it to assure him that you are here for him. “Right? I mean…I don’t know how these things work.”

“I don’t think they will like it when we all storm into the room,” Andy throws in. “We can wait outside or pick him up later.”

“I don’t want to leave him alone,” instinctively, holding Mike’s hand tighter you take a step toward the door. “I could just tell them I’m an addict too. I mean, Jake made me addicted to his cupcakes.”

Jake grins. “Hey, don’t tell them I’m your dealer or they want my cupcakes too.”

“Guys, this is not helpful,” Ari grunts. “Mike needs to meet up with people who understand his problem. We can wait here and drive back home together.”

You clear your throat to keep the brothers from fighting again. “I’ll go with him, no discussion. He doesn’t know this group and meeting them on his own can be intimidating. I’ll tell them who I am and ask if it’s okay that I’m at the meeting with Mike.”

“Thank you, flower,” Mike whispers. “I think it’s not going to be a problem that you come with me.”

While you and Mike enter the building, the brothers start muttering and fighting again.

“Great job. Now he’s got an advantage,” Lloyd huffs. “He’s going to seduce my girl with his sob story.”

“Lloyd!” Jake tuts. “Can you just not? Mike has a problem and needs our help. Let’s not be assholes and support him. We are finally all back together and have this sweet girl in our life. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“Agreed,” Curtis says. He’s not a man of many words, but he cannot deny that he’s got a thing for you. 

“How was the meeting?” Andy asks as you walk back toward the mansion. “Did it help?”

“Y/N was the best,” Mike swoons. “Everyone immediately loved her. They are a great group. Some of them have been clean for years. I got a sponsor too.”

“I think this group is good for Mike,” you add. “They agreed on letting me come with him until he feels more comfortable attending the meetings alone.”

You look at the brothers, frowning as you get the feeling someone is watching you.

“I’ll drive you,” Lloyd hastily says. “Just tell me where and when.”

“It’s the same place every time,” Andy rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics. “Get a hold of yourself, Lloyd. You can stop hitting on Y/N. She’s going to be mine.”

“What?” You blink a few times as they look at you. “Did I miss something? I added the next appointments to the calendar on my phone.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” Ari gives Andy a death glare. “Andy asked if you are hungry. We can order food and have another movie night.”

“Attention! You are surrounded. Let Y/N Y/L/N go, and no one will get harmed!!!” 

“What? I—” You jolt up on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you try to fathom what’s happening. You dozed off, and now someone is yelling your name.

“What the fuck?” Jake lifts his head from your lap, groaning as someone yells your name from outside the mansion. “Who is yelling?”

“Fuck you, you fucker,” Lloyd steps on the balcony. “What do you want, asshat? It’s two am and I was about to dream about fucking the cutest girl I ever met. Who are you?”

“Here is Captain America, and you are holding my assistant hostage!” Steve steps toward the gate, pointing his index finger at Lloyd. “Let her go. Unharmed and no one will get harmed.”

“You already said that sunshine,” Lloyd cackles. “Now get fucked, dude. Y/N is here with us because she’s got enough of your stiff ass and limp dick. Now, if you would excuse me, I’ll go back to eating her sweet muffin.”

“I’m warning you, Sir,” Steve raises his voice. He looks at Lloyd standing on the balcony in nothing but his boxer briefs. Steve imagines the worst things happening to you while held hostage at the mansion. “I’ll free her using force if you don’t send her out.”

“Fuck off, buddy,” Ari joins his brother to laugh about Steve’s antics. “Y/N is our friend, and you won’t ever see her again. We know what you did to her!”

“Go home, loser,” Jake and Curtis say in unison. “We got better things to do than looking at your ugly ass.”

“Sir, I must ask you to leave our property. You are breaking the law if you try to enter our home by force,” Andy, ever the lawyer says. “Leave now.”

“Fuck off!” Lloyd points a finger gun at Steve, “Or I’ll make you fuck off, buddy. We don’t need a fake hero on our ground.”

“Lloyd, stop riling that guy up,” Mike tries to stop his brothers from starting a war with Captain America. “Just ignore him.”

“Like hell,” Curtis grunts. “That bastard comes here and accuses us of kidnapping and holding Y/N hostage.”

“Maybe I can make him leave,” you sigh deeply. You didn’t want to see Steve again, but to protect the brothers you’d do anything. “Let me handle this.”

Mike follows you out of the living room before his brothers can stop you. He holds your hand as you walk out of the mansion to face the man making you feel worthless and small.

You let go of Mike's hand to grip the bars of the gate, looking Steve straight in the eyes.

“Captain, I’m here on free terms,” you glare at Steve as he grips his shield tighter at your words. “The brothers are my friends. Unlike other people, they only ever treated me with respect. No one is going to hurt me here or force me to do things I don’t want to do. Now, if you would kindly get fucked…”

You twirl around, walking back inside the mansion.

“You heard the lady,” Mike shrugs. “You had your chance and fucked up. Y/N is under our protection so go and bang that bitch you chose over my flower…”

Part 9

Tags in reblog.

[catierambles]

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 4

“Okay,” Sy said as he walked into the kitchen after he heard the shower start, the younger man leaning against the kitchen island with a can of soda. “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“She didn't say?” Mike asked but he shook his head.

“Only that she went to your room, but she didn't want to tell me what happened after that.” Sy said, folding his arms over his chest. “So talk.”

“I don't know, Sy!” Mike exclaimed, “I was laying on my bed listening to music on her phone and she was just suddenly there.”

“Then what?”

“She...jumped me.”

“She jumped you.” His tone was disbelieving.

“Yeah, climbed into my lap.” He said, “It started to get a little heavy but then she just threw herself off me and onto the floor. You know the rest.”

“You were pitchin’ half a tent when I picked her up off the floor.” Sy said with a shrug and Mike’s cheeks tinted a little in embarrassment.

“Is she okay?” He asked and Sy nodded.

“Leg stopped bleedin’ by the time I got her to the bathroom. She’s gettin’ cleaned up.”

“Alone?!” Mike asked, “What if her leg gives out again?! What if she falls and cracks her head on something?! What if—”

“Mike!” Sy barked, snapping him out of it and he went silent. “She’s seems comfy around us, but she ain’t comfy enough to have one of us in the shower with her! You gotta remember, we’re basically strangers. We’ve been helpin’ her best we can, but she don’t know us and shit, kid, we don’t know her.”

“This is all my fault.” Mike said and the other man gave a sigh.

“You lost control. You made a mistake.” Sy said, “Walt puttin’ that filter on her memories helped her process without relivin’ the trauma, helped her move past it, but you gotta move past it too.”

“Oh, for the love of—!” They heard and Sy went out into the living room, seeing Geralt walk down the stairs with Samantha in his arms in a Princess carry, her hair wet and her skin still slightly flush from the shower, wearing the football jersey and shorts Sy had left in the bathroom for her. “I can walk!”

“Quiet.” He said simply.

“I’ve handled stairs with a leg injury before!”

“Enough.” He said and she huffed, crossing her arms over her stomach in a sulk.

“Feelin’ better, sweetheart?” Sy asked and she nodded. “How’s the leg?”

“Hurts, but manageable.” She said as Geralt carried her over to the couch, laying her down gently, “Arm is annoying, though.”

“Lemme see.” Sy said and knelt by the couch as she presented her forearm, taking it in his hands gently and looking over the tears in the skin. “Ain’t as bad as your leg. You got full use of it?” She nodded, “Numbness or tinglin’ in the fingers?” She shook her head. “Then you’ll be good. It’s sore?”

“Yeah.” She said and he huffed.

“We’ll keep an eye on it. Wounds won’t go south so we can keep’em unwrapped. The other infection in your system will keep that from happenin’.” Sy said and she looked away from him, pulling her arm out his grasp slowly.

“Yeah. That.” She said, “I don’t have problems with wolves. I don’t. I just...”

“I gotcha, babygirl.” Sy said, reaching out and tucking a lock of damp hair behind her ear. “Geralt, you’re hoverin’.” The man just shrugged but didn’t move from his station behind her shoulders.

“Hey, Sam.” Mike said, coming out of the kitchen where he had been hiding.

“Hey.” She said, not looking at him right away. When she did, Sy heard her sharp intake of breath through her nose, saw the pulse jump under her jaw and her burgeoning wolf pushed forth into her eyes, making the color glow. She closed her eyes tight, shaking her head and grabbing a throw pillow, hugging it to her chest. Geralt hummed, the sound low and almost a growl.

“Her wolf recognizes him.” He said, “Makes sense. He infected her.” She pulled her legs up, her fingers weaving into her hair. “Samantha?”

“The howling is coming back.” She said, her voice small as she pressed her forehead to her knees. “It’s so loud.”

“I’ll get Walter.” Mike said but stopped at the gesture Geralt gave him.

“You.” Geralt said.

“What?” Mike asked.

“Her wolf is trying to call to you. Go to her.” He said and Sy stood, backing away as Mike went to the couch, kneeling by it.

“Sam?” Her asked, laying his hands on her arms. “Can you hear me?”

“With your wolf.” Geralt said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I don’t—” Mike said, looking up at him, “I’m not an Alpha.”

“I know, but you infected her. Her wolf is your responsibility.” Geralt said and Mike swallowed hard, closing his eyes. When they opened, the color had gone almost glacial and Samantha picked her head up, her hands falling as she looked at him. Her lips parted as he reached out to hold the back of her neck, thumb moving over her jaw. There was a low growl that cut off and Sy looked at Geralt as he stretched his neck, his eyes closed tight and his jaw clenched.

“Geralt? You good?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” There was an edge to his words that were said through clenched teeth.

“Walk away.” Sy said and Geralt opened his eyes to look at him, the normally amber color a liquid gold. “Walk away.” He stomped away into the kitchen and Sy followed after one last look at Samantha and Mike who seemed to be in their own world. “What is with you? I’ve never seen somethin’ like this get to you.”

“I don’t know.” Geralt said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and twisting off the cap, draining it in one pull before throwing the bottle in the recycle bin. “There’s something about her. Sets my wolf on edge.” There was a crash from the living room that had them running back into the room, seeing August holding Mike in the air by a hand around his throat.

“Walker!” Sy snapped, “Drop’im!”

“He touched her.” August ground out, his fingers tightening and making Mike’s eyes go even wider.

“Enough!” Samantha yelled, a roughness to her voice and everyone froze, looking at her as the pulse rocked through the room. She went to take a step forward, but Walter held her arm gently. “Put. Him. Down.” No one moved. “Now.” August lowered Mike to his feet and released him, Mike jumping away from him and going to Samantha, all but hiding behind her. “Apologize.”

“I’m not—”

“Do it.” She said and they stared at each other before August looked away.

“Mike, I’m—”

“It’s fine.” Mike said, rubbing at his neck, “I’m fine.” The edge in the room abruptly dropped, making them all almost flinch and she turned to Mike.

“Are you okay?” She asked and he nodded.

“I’m fine, sweetcheeks.” He said and she gave a nod.

“What the fuck is happening?” August asked.

“Holy shit.” Walter said, “I never thought I’d ever—

“Walt?” Sy asked.

“She’s a Blue Wolf.”

[hutchersonsgurl]

THE DAY I SAY I DO - MIKE SCHMIDT

hey guys this a little fluff piece lemme know if you want this to be a story :D

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" Okay you can do this" you say as you look in the mirror

Today is the day that you and Mike are getting married

I still can't believe that this is happening I never thought he'd even want to marry me but this is happening here now

"Hey my favorite person in the world" abby says as she hugs you

"You look so pretty she continues but are you gonna have these rollers in your hair when you marry Mike? That's kind of silly" Abby says as she giggles

" oh no it's just curling my hair it will be done before it's time" you say

The makeup artist walks and the hairstyles walk into the room

"Hello soon to be Mrs Schmidt " the hairstylist says as she walks up and pulls the curlers out of your hair

"I still can't believe I'm gonna have his last name" you say excitedly

"Now you'll be stuck with us forever, "Abby says smiling

"We're stuck with each other forever" and ever you say

"Hey Abby where have you been I've been looking for you everywhere w-woah," Mike says as he takes a look at you in your wedding dress

Mike is a a nice suit and tie looking really handsome his hair is brushed back and his hazel eyes are glowing with amazement

"Well hello handsome" you say walking up to mike

"You know it's bad luck to see your bride before you get married right you tease"

"You know I don't believe any of that I've had nothing but good luck since I've met you" mike says sliding his thumb down your cheek

"You have no idea how hard it is to not take you here and now" mike says as he whispers in your ear

You can feel your center getting wet as he says with that signature smirk of his

"Well you can do whatever you want after me you marry me Mr Schmidt" you say as your about to kiss him pulling him by his tie

Well Mrs Schmidt you need to behave yourself Mike says as he smiles and then kisses you softly the body heat between you two is heating up fast

EWWW CAN YOU GUYS STOP IT'S TIME TO GET MARRIED Abby screams

The two of you laugh and kiss each other one more time and Mike leaves the room

Now it was the moment you've been waiting for months....

Part 2

[greenbeanchickenwing]

I have recently realized that I can say whatever the fuck I wanna say on my own page and that I don't have to give a fuck who feels what about it, so now I get to make it everyone's problem!!!

Here is every single gripe that I've ever had with any fandom I've existed in ever,since a motherfucker in the comments of one of all of the TEN things I have ever posted decided to piss me tf off today😊

We'll start off this cutesy little series with my thoughts on Stranger Things

Stranger Things

- Fucking hate Steve for leaving Nancy at that party

Don't give AF about his heartbreak,that girl was drunk off her gourd at a house party in the 80s, literally any number of horrible things could've happened to her

-Jonathan was creepy as hell for those photos.Full stop.No I don't agree with Steve calling him what was essentially a slur,but shit I'd be mad too cause WTF?! Like, it wasn't only Nancy that Jonathan caught intimate photos of what the hell were you thinking?

- I don't care for Steve,and I hated his relationship with Nancy even more,but Nancy was trifling as hell for CHEATING on him instead of oh idk...talking to him??? You're the big bad journalist girl, open your fucking mouth and tell him you don't wanna be with him anymore

-Eddie was a petty bastard for telling Mike and Dustin to replace Lucas in that game.Fuck you bro. Lucas shouldn't have had to choose between two things that he loves because you've got a fucking ego

-at the same time,Lucas you're slow AF for affiliating yourself with people who clearly showed that they wouldn't stop to piss on you if you were on fire. "I'm tired of being bullied, you guys" so you're searching for approval...from the people...who bully you ....riiiiiight

-the fact that Noah schnapp is a Zionist. (If there are any other people who are Zionist in the cast lemme know) It's literally the reason I won't be watching the show ever again.Fuck Israel,Free Palestine till it's backwards motherfucker

-The fact that Steve and Eddie and Jonathan and BILLY get all this attention from the show as if ARGYLE'S BEAUTIFUL AMAZING SELF ISN'T RIGHT FUCKING THERE?!? ALL of the white boys previously mentioned have at least one moment of being low-key stupid ,selfish or annoying,if not outright egregious. Argyle is a chill,open-minded force of positive masculinity who has a smile like warm hugs, and no one writes about him,posts about him,or even talks about him half as much as they do any of those other soggy ass white boys.I'm calling racism and Idgaf what anybody has to say about it. We can tussle about it if you really want to cause can't none of you bitches whoop my ass🤷🏾 and even if you did it wouldn't make me less wrong

-Low key, making Erica the little sassmaster of the group pissed me off too now that I think about it.God forbid a black girl be integral to the plot without being a neck-rolling stereotype of "black girl with an attitude".You already had Max as the spitfire of the group,if you needed another one,why did it have to be Erica?

-Karen really was about to sleep with a teenager. You nasty bitch, you're a goddamn predator and I wish Billy really would've smashed your head into the concrete.Fuck you AND your fuck ass lump of a husband bitch, I hope your house was the first one to split when Hawkins cracked

-Fanon Robin.I honestly think she's really cool in the show, but fandom always makes her Steve's guard dog and since I really wish he would choke and die,that puts me a bit at odds with her fanon characterization. " I need to protect his heart" protect your ability to get some BITCHES brother nobody gives a fuck about you or that floppy haired dime-a-dozen white boy

- especially when I'm reading a steddie fic(I literally only read them cause I wanna see Dustin have loving parents and Eddie get railed) they'll make it to where she gives a shovel talk to Eddie when he' s already infatuated with Steve(which..ew..just ew). Just nipping at his heels like a rowdy chihuahua. "you better not hurt my platonic soulmate" this and "I'll kill you if you break his heart" that; get a fucking LIFE

-on that note,nobody ever writes a character that defends Eddie to the same extent.Even WAYNE in most fics is written to love Steve as if he raised him which again...eww

-Any person who headcanons Eddie as a Dom Top.I don't hate you,but I also don't think your brain works properly man idk(jokes)

-I have this weird thing where my reactions to Eddie and Steve as characters is literally SOOO inverse of the way I react to their actors.I wouldn't give a damn if Steve Harrington was killed off tomorrow; he's literally just some guy.Joe Keery,on the other hand,is a complete sweetheart and I wish him all the best in life.Eddie Munson appeared on my screen for the span of exactly one season,and I would kill and die for him. Joseph Quinn is just some dude who occasionally pops up on my feed and he low-key unsettles me.( Not his fault but like ...I just get a weird vibe)

This is your friendly reminder that I am not here to argue or have a discussion about My feelings on FICTIONAL characters. Cry if you don't like it, and if you get triggered smoke a joint and unclench your fucking sphincter, but don't bring that shit to me cause I couldn't give less of a flying fuck

[valscodblog]

"Trick Or Treat!" Simon Riley x Oc

SO IT'S SPOOKY SEASON Y'ALL AND I LOVE ME SOME SPOOKY SEASON FUN SO HERE'S A HALLOWEEN FIC FOR Y'ALL!!

I SUMMON: @needa-sum-luvn @thebunnednun @skauni @staytrueblue (dk if you even want a tag on my fics that dont have price but oh well) @seconds-on-the-clock @writing-with-moss

Warnings: Maybe possibly ooc simon?..I just write him happier that he has a family-okay?!nothing else ,It's just some good ol' fluff bc they have kids here. SUCKY ASS ENDING BC I GOT TIRED AND I HAVN'T SLEPT IN LIKE-TWO DAYS OKAY??? IM SORRYYYYYY :(

"Mom! Get ready! We're all all ready!" James shouted, running into his mother's bedroom. Ruby and Simon were putting on each other's pumpkin heads and Ruby laughed. "We are getting ready, James. Calm down. Trick or treating starts in thirty minuets. We have time, Amor." Simon just chuckled and grabbed his pumpkin head. He put it on himself and smiled when it was on. "Damn...when was the last time i hid my face around the house, Lovie?" directing the question to Ruby, who sighed and shook her head. "Years...and this better be the last time!" "Yes ma'am."

Ruby nodded and said, "Jeez...how do you see out of these?" as she looked around in her pumpkin head. "I dunno, Ma," James said, shrugging. The ten year old then ran out of the room to see if his sisters were ready or not. "HEY! SISSIES! YOU READY-?"

"GET OU', JAMES!" "MUMMY! JAMES DIDN'T KNOCK!"

Oh dear lord....Ruby walked out of her room and sighed. "James..." "I said sorry, mom!" "Okay. Girls, he's said sorry. And are you two ready?" Both the girls nodded. "I'm mike!" "And I'm Sully!"

Simon poked his head into the rooms and his daughters screamed. "MOM-BEHIND YOU!" Ruby laughed and said, "It's your dad, kids. Calm down." Sapphire blinked and then asked, "Is it, Mum?" Ghost took of his mask and said, "Aye, Saphhie. Jus' me." Saphhire giggled and said, "Dad, mum said you were gonna be a ghost!" Simon huffed, "No-I'm the pumpkin king. Mum's the queen of the patch." Ruby rolled her eyes. "Oh, you kiss ass." "You love it." "Mhh, debatable." "How? I gave you three kids-four if you count me knowin' Jay since 'e was a lil' bloke." Ruby sighed softly and said, "Yeah..okay. You win, Mi Amor." and she went over and rubbed his left arm gently. Simon put his pumpkin head back on and said, "Now, if ya lot are ready, lessgo get sum candy, yeah?" and just then Jason waddled in and shouted, "Sugar!" with his hands up. He was in a matching air force costume with his older brother.

James ran over to him and said, "Hats on backwards, dude. Lemme help you, ha ha!" and he grabbed his brother's hat and put it on the right way. Jason laughed and said, "Mate, your fifteen. You should not be this excited over Halloween." James quirked a brow up. "Oh, no? Well too bad, little man. Unlike some of us I want to enjoy my youth." "Oh SHUT IT! Just because i wore ONE pair of air forces!" Daisy shouted, storming out of the room. James laughed and said, "That, Lad, is how you take the piss." Jason laughed too-before Ruby hit them both round the head. "GO! say your sorry, Ninos!"

James ran downstairs shouting out the words, "I'm sorry, Day! Please come out and gimme a hug so ma don't kill me!" Daisy shouted back, "DONT BRING MUM OVER HERE-" James found his sister eating the cupcakes that were meant for her and Sapphire's birthday party. "...If you let me have some of the frosting i won't say anything at all." "Oh, piss off!" "MMMHHH-" "Okay! Okay! Here!" Daisy shoved a cupcake towards him and he took it. "Thanks, sis." "Whatever, James." "Ey-no. That's a big no-no. I'm not James to you, Kid. I'm 'Jamie'." Daisy groaned. "Why are you like this?" "Cuase. I can be. Hey, don't get so worked up, yeah?" "...You sound like Tio Rudy." "Muy bueno. I admire Tio Rudy y Alejandro." "...Yo tambien." "So you do know Spanish?"

Daisy and James froze. Uh oh..."Heyyy, Mum! What brings you here, aye?" "Daisy. Kate. Riley." James paled along with his sister. "It was me, Mom. I told her she could have a few before we left." Ruby looked her son over and said, "Your a bad liar, Son. Never make it in the force like that." James sighed and said, "I don't wanna go into the Air Force, Ma! I wanna go into the SEALs." Ruby shook her head. "Diffrant names, same concept...You kow, I dont-" "Ma. Not now. You were about to give James the beating of his life."

Ruby turned around and saw Sapphire there, holding her dad's hand. He shrugged. "I dunno wot's goin' on but I wanna see," Simon said. Ruby slowly turned around and then she laughed. "Simon, baby...why the fuck-" Simon shut her up by throwing a bag full of fake cobwebs at her. "RUN KIDS-"

and cue the kids running out the back door and into the backyard. "QUICK-THE WOODS!" Jason shouted, running up and tree. James copied and helped the girls up into the thick oak tree's branches. Ruby ran out after her husband and he threw off his pumpkin head but tripped over his untied shoelace. "Fu-" "Gotcha!" Ruby shouted, trapping her husband under him. He took off her pumpkin head and kissed her. "Sorry?" Ruby gave him a once over and then broke out a smile. "...Fine. Your lucky I love you, Amor." "Very lucky otherwise I'd be six feet unda right about now, aye?" "Yeah."

and James gagged. "BLEUGH! Gross, you two! Hey-UNCLE ALEJANDRO!" James shouted, jumping down from his branch. He landed on his butt but recovered quickly and ran over to his uncle. Alejandro was dressed up as Dracula and his husband, Rudy was Frankenstein. "Hols, Tio!" "Eyy, Mi hombre! Que paso?" "Ehh, same old, same old." Ruby walked over and smiled. "Hola, Tio. Thanks for making it down for the girls' birthdays." "Ahh, no problem, Mi Corazon! I love my girls, just as much as they boys, don't worry, Jaunito." James groaned. "Tiooo, it's James, not Juanito!" "Your middle name is Juan, no?" "...damn it, Ma!" "Ale, Mi amor, dont provoke him."

So he talks. "Hello, Rudy," James said, not even looking at him. Rudy sighed. "I tell him one war story and he's salty three years later," Rudy mumbled. James turned and looked at Rudy dead in the eyes. "You betrayed Mi Mama...you think I'm going to forgive that, Pen-" "James Juan Alejandro Riley!" And James shut up. But he still glared at Rudy and Rudy looked at Ruby and asked, "You did for give me, right?" Ruby smiled and said, "Yes I did. There, you heard it James, and that was when I was known as Delta twelve. Long before I was Jewel."

James said, "But Ma, dad says-" "And your father wasn't even thought of, nor heard of, at this time James, so it doesn't matter. Besides! It taught my ass a lesson." James huffed and said, "Fine." Simon walked over and loomed over his son. James felt a shiver go down his spine and his heart picked up pace. "I-I uhm, I mean, yeah okay! It's forgiven!" Rudy looked at Simon and asked, "...Que paso con su esposo, Rubia?" Ruby's eye twitched. "Just because he's called Ghost don't mean you get to-" "Ey. answer me." "...Nada."

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"Trick or treat!" Jason held up his candy bag and Anna filled it, "Your brother's s'cute, Jay!" Anna said as she gave James a small kiss on the cheek-which he wiped off. "An!" James groaned through his teeth. She laughed and said, "Sorry. I'm French! It's custom!" James sighed and said, "It's fine just-my uncles are right there!" "Aww, Okay! Here, take an extra twix." James starred as she put in a party sized twix bar into his candy bag. "...How many kids?" Anna blinked, "Huh?" James grabbed her shoulders and grinned. "I swear im gonna marry you so long as you provide me with chocolate. So how many babies?" Anna blushed and said, "James!" He laughed and kissed her cheek.

"See ya 'round, Love!" Anna huffed, "this is why England and France went to war..." James just waved her goodbye and sped off to the next house. Jason's feet were getting tired and he was wondering where his mom and dad had gone off to. "Jay. Where's mum and pa?" James shrugged as they walked. "I think in the house, why?" "Cos..." "You miss 'em? Wanna find the girls and Rudy and go back?" "Yeah-I'm tired." James nodded. "Oye, Tio Ale! We're done here, bags are full and everything." Alejandro nodded. "To the jeep!"

Jason must've lied when he said he was tired because that boy took off towards the car. "Wha-Hey! You said you were tired, the hell, kid!?" James shouted as he ran after him, his long legs catching up to his brother easily. Jason giggled and touched the car first. "I win!" "No fair, you didn't call the race, boy!" "You didn't call it last time, so-" and Jason stuck out his tongue. James rolled his eyes. "Fine. You get front seat." Alejandro shook his head. "You kids are somthin' else...kinda like your mom and her siblings."

"...Mom has siblings?" Alejandro gulped. "Used to...one sister. and one step brother." "What happened?" "brother died and sister moved away and cut off coms-err connections with us." James sighed. "I miss auntie Reina." "I miss her too." and the Jeep started. They all drove in silence until they reached the house. The girls were on the porch, eating and talking with their friends. They waved to the boys walking up to them. "Party's starting now that your here, guys!"

Alejandro nodded and walked inside to allow the kids to talk. However, James didn't want to talk. After hearing about his aunt again, he felt...odd. Ah, it was his sisters birthdays! This was a worry for another day. He forced a smile onto his face and said, "Race you lot into the house!" and started running. His little sisters caught up fairly quickly, "Where to?" Daisy panted out, just like her father would've. "Kitchen counter-" and off she sped.

Daisy slapped the counted and then stood straight up. "Dang-I'm fast!" she shouted, throwing her arms up happily.

Ruby took a look at her kids and sighed softly, wearing her pumpkin head. "...I dont know what im going to do with you kids." Simon laughed silently and whispered, "Love them until we die?" Ruby shook her head, "Love them even after we die."

[collegetennisoriginstory]

OK. UM. first of all, hiiii! <3 ok lemme just gush a lil bit:

1. I LOVE UR FIC OHMYGOD HOLY SHIIIIIIIT

2. god, i don't even have the slightest idea of how tennis works, but this is just so????? like?????? you know. and i kinda get how the play goes?? YOU'RE AN AMAZING WRITER GOSH.

3. i actually remembered most of the characters?? considering there's a lot of em, this is practically a miracle. again, you're goddamn amazing. i dont know how. maybe the pace is great, but definitely THE CHARAS ALL HAVE PERSONALITY/DEPTH??? like, i actually even remembered the side charas!!! mike, thalia, diego, felix, that cool ass girl in that shooting game, etc. umh just perfecto.

4. THE TENNIS MATCHES ALL FEEL SO SATISFYING!!! <3333333 omg. i feel like WUOOOOOH u know. i feel so cool playing a cool talented mc omg im loving it (i play a i-win-everything type of mc becuz im a perfectionist with a fear of failure) the matches me on edge in my seat oh gosh <3 and when u win it somehow just go WOOOOOOOH again!!! AAAAAA<3

5. aw, and of course, my beloved rivals to lovers rayyan <3333 *sigh* the slowburn.... (hes actually my first & only one. i go: ohhh tension!?!? and make a run for it. um, if it's ok to ask, is there a lot of content in the romance area as of now or in the future? like, replayability in terms of romance? im sorry if this is rude, i didnt mean to, i suck at words & i wont ask that again.)

6. FOUND FAMILY YAY! FOUND FAMILY YAY! <33333 (we genuinely lack those in the if community pls.) soulmates w/ sam. ride or die diego. very reluctant ride or die G (imma be honest, his name is just so hard so my head for some reason just go Guacamole 😭). aww tobin u very big cinammon roll ill protect u. shenanigans. & others too many to name honestly.

7. help this is just so good i had to force myself to sleep at 3am for a 7am lecture and i sat in the front rows and i put my head on the table and the fricking professor called me out ohmygod- BUT IT WAS WORTH IT GODDAMN!! ILL DO IT AGAIN IF I HAVE TO! HA! i cant wait for the next update- i'm gonna have this fic in my head for the next week oh pls noooooo. (no pressure tho. u do u author! take ur time!!! ill be here to support u, whoo!)

8.ALL IN ALL, I LOVE IT I LOVE THIS I LOVE EVERYONE I LOVE YOU AUTHOR *runs over & hug you w/ consent* <333333333333

ok. um. that's not it but if i continue it's literally gonna be an essay so i'll stop.

author. i will die for this fic. ahaahahahah. if i may ask, what's ur fav IFs? (i really, really love this one so im kinda hoping maybe u have similar taste in IFs eheh. again, im sorry if this comes as rude or insensitive.) oh uh & if my long rambles bother u, i won't send it again sorry.

<333 okok. take care of urself, dont forget to eat healthy, drink water & good sleep. have a nice day :D

Wait. I think I might have missed replying to this I am so sorry!!! It gave me so so much joy. Maybe I subconsciously did not want it to leave my inbox haha.

1. And 2 -> THANK YOU!

3. Gosh this is such a great thing to hear. There are a looot of characters, and I definitely worry sometimes that it gets to be too much, but I think the IF is getting long enough for me to give enough-ish screentime to each character... though it takes me a while to cycle back to different side characters. I cant believe you remembered the cool ass girl in laser tag! :)

4. AWESOME to hear! 🥰

5. Yup, being a character driven IF, there will be a lot of romance (or friendship) beats / moments in the IF (which is already true now). The next couple of chapters will follow the same mix of sports, school and romance / hanging out, so you should already have a sense of how much romance there'll be (it'll just keep unfolding / developing for each of the RO routes!)

6. Hehe found family is my fave trope to insert in stories as well.

7. Hahaha aww oh no fictional college life is catching up to your real college life!!

8. HUG YOU BACK (with consent)!!🤗🤗

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S1E05: Fear No High School

S1E04

The party was sitting in various positions in Dustin's living room while he paced about a chalkboard.

"Men, ladies, Mews", he tipped his hat to his cat lounging at El's feet. "We are at a critical juncture in our young lives. We are transitioning from tweens to teens. In fact I'm sure many of you have already gotten The Talk from your parents."

"The what?", El asked.

"The Talk", Will said.

El looked blankly at him.

"You know. 'The. Talk'?", Lucas emphasized with air quotes. "Didn't Hopper teach you about like, the birds and the bees?"

"I brought a bird home once and he said we couldn't keep it. Is that it?", El asked.

"The Talk meaning the sex talk", Mike said. "I mean didn't your mom-" he stopped talking as soon as the word was out of his mouth.

Max piped up quickly. "El, have you gotten your period yet?"

"My what?"

"Max! Gross!", Lucas cringed.

"Oh grow up", Max rolled her eyes.

"Yes! Growing up!", Dustin exclaimed. "Back to our topic!" He used a pointer to direct their attention back to the board which was title 'HS Preparation'.

"I think we've got bigger problems than whatever you're talking about", Max said, grabbing Dustin's housephone and handing it to El. "Here. Ask your dad about periods."

"I can't watch this", Mike said.

"Children. I'm dealing with children", Dustin bemoaned as El dialed home.

"Hello?", Hopper answered.

"Hey, dad? Um..", El looked to Max for guidance but just got an expression egging her on. "What would you say if I had a period?"

Click.

...

"He hung up."

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"So lemme get this straight", Robin started while wiping down the counter. "You go out with Eddie once and decide you like the alternative vibe?"

Steve was in the middle of bussing an empty booth at the diner they worked at this week. "I didn't go out with Eddie. He and I...co-babysat. And who said Addie was alternative?"

"She's got a lip ring", Robin said.

"And?"

"And?! Since when have you dated any girl that had piercings? And before you say earrings, they don't count if you can wear them to church."

"I just think she's cool. And different. And didn't you say I should try different?" Steve brought his bin of dirty dishes and laid it right on Robin's freshly cleaned counter.

"What I meant was doing more than just hitting it and quitting it. Are you sure you can even handle a girl like her?"

"Please. Steve Harrington has never met a girl he can't handle."

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"Hey kids", Joyce greeted as the whole gaggle came into her house.

There was a chorus of 'Hi Ms. Byers' with a lone 'hi mom' from Will.

"Have you guys learned your lesson about prank calling for bodily functions?", Joyce asked, arms crossed.

"I can't believe he grounded all of us!", Lucas said.

"Yeah, he's not even our dad", Mike added. "And we had nothing to do with that call!"

"It's not a grounding. It's boundaries. Either my house or his for a week. I think that's fair when he's paranoid about his daughter going through puberty." Joyce ruffled Mike's head.

"Alright, let's get back to the important stuff", Dustin said. "It won't be long before we're in high school-"

"Ohhhh you kids are growing up", Joyce cooed, hugging Dustin from behind.

"Um, Will? Neutralize mom-unit please?", Dustin pleaded.

"Mom, can you uh-"

"I'll get out of your hair", Joyce said. She left out of the living room to give them some space.

"Okay, so what's the worst thing about high school?", Dustin prompted.

"Stuffy teachers", Max said.

"Getting lost in the hallways", El said.

"Wrong. The worst part is everything that impedes on our academic journey. So yes, getting lost, horrible teachers, bossy seniors, gross lunches, you name it. So before it's on the horizon. We need to prepare."

"How do we prepare for something that far off?", Lucas asked.

"By facing our fears head on." Dustin took out a notepad and a pen, then passed some paper to them all. "Everybody write them down. We're gonna face our fears."

After a few minutes, they all had something down and passed them back to Dustin. He frowned when he saw Max's.

"You can't fear 'nothing'. Everybody's afraid of something."

"Okay lions, and tigers, and bears", Max shrugged.

"Fine. Be a wiseass. When we start high school you'll be ill-prepared."

"Well what's yours?", Mike asked.

Dustin brandished his paper. "Underfunded science programs."

"Oh my god you're such a nerd", Max groaned.

"How are we gonna face these things anyway?", Will asked. "It's not like we can just walk into the high school on a Saturday. Or on a weekday."

"Oh ye of little faith", Dustin grinned.

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Steve walked up to a payphone on the street and dialed a number, glad when Robin was the one to pick up the diner's phone.

"Hey, uh, so date's going okay. We had hot dogs in the park but um, I think I need some advice?"

"Steve Harrington asking me for advice? I thought there wasn't a girl out there you couldn't handle?"

"I just-it's hard to explain. I'm bringing her by the diner for shakes. You'll get it when you see."

He hung up, leaving Robin in the dark as to what his exact crisis was.

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"How'd you get keys to the school?", Will asked as Dustin used said keys to open the doors to Hawkins High.

"Eddie got them for me. Oh by the way El, remind Steve he owes Eddie free burger and fries for life", Dustin said.

"Sure", El shrugged. She was pretty sure her brother wasn't gonna be at that diner for longer than a week anyway.

Once instead, Dustin went to one of the lockers and opened it using a combination written on a sticky note. Inside was a mess of papers, a poster of a band none of them knew and a few text books.

"Perfect. Mike, get inside", Dustin said.

"Whose locker is this?", he asked.

"Eddie's. Duh. Now get in."

Mike looked apprehensive before stepping inside, squeezing in as the door was shut. He took in a breath and looked at his surroundings.

"You know, it actually isn't that bad in here."

"Perfect! We'll be back later", Dustin beamed.

"What?!"

"It's not really facing your fear if we let you out after ten seconds. Don't worry, we won't forget you", Dustin gave the locker a pat.

"See ya Mike~", Max grinned.

"Stay strong", Lucas said.

They got to the next point in the school, which brought them to the boys locker room. Lucas stared at the empty showers before him.

"Okay, leaving Mike by himself was kind of mean. But you guys don't have to stay here and watch this."

"How do we know if you went through with it if we don't?", Dustin postured.

"Why're you afraid of showers?", El asked.

"Because dudes can be gross. Look at these floors!", Lucas gestured to the brownish coloring near their thankfully fully shoed feet.

"Boys are indeed gross", Max nodded.

"Why don't you wear flip flops?", El suggested.

"Because what's worse than getting foot fungus is dudes thinking you're a sissy", Lucas frowned. He straightened his back and then bent over to take off his shoes. "I'm going in."

"I can't watch", Will said, turning around.

Dustin also turned. "Let's leave him to it."

Out of the locker room, Dustin turned to El and handed her a map. "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find all the exes on this map in the next hour."

"But I-"

"You have a map", Dustin interrupted. "You can't get lost. And if you can find your way with this now, you can do it on a normal school day."

"...Okay. I can do this. I can do this!" El turned to start moving towards her first destination.

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Steve opened the door for Addie as they walked into the diner. He saw not just Robin, but Nancy and Jonathan sitting at the counter.

"You go find us some seats. I'm gonna get those shakes." He was all smiles until he got to his friends. "Why are they here?", he jabbed a finger to Nancy and Jonathan.

"You wanted some advice and the best help is always peer-reviewed", Robin said smartly.

"So what's the deal with Addie?", Jonathan asked.

"I was hoping you guys could tell me", Steve said.

"You knew she was weird when you asked her out", Robin said.

"Yeah, she's weird. But also, funny? And nice. And she says some of the most interesting stuff I've ever heard", Steve said.

"But you're not that into her", Nancy concluded for him.

Steve's head fell into his hands. "It makes no sense."

"We'll observe and mark our findings from here. Two shakes?", Robin asked.

"Please", Steve looked up from his hands.

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Dustin looked at the last slip of paper in his hand. "Will I'll be honest, I'm at a loss for you."

"Yeah, I figured", Will said.

Max snatched the paper from Dustin. "You're afraid of being beat up? By who?"

"By anyone? I mean it could be anyone who's bigger than me", Will said. "It's already happened before."

"You've been like pushed and shoved before, I know. But like actually getting beat up? You're afraid of that?"

"Teenage boys are more susceptible to rage due to their hormones. And growing muscles make them more dangerous", Dustin lectured.

"You do remember you're gonna be a teenage boy too?", Max raised a brow. "Punch them back."

"We are academics. Not warriors", Dustin said.

"And they never fight fair", Will said. "Remember the zoo? They got their older brother to pick on us. It's never just one guy. They pick on you in packs and how am I supposed to fight six guys?!"

Will sat down in the hallway, back against a locker. Dustin and Max sat on either side of him.

"High school is supposed to be the roughest years of our lives", Will said.

"Then we've gotta be rough right back", Max countered. "First day of school, we find the biggest senior and dump milk down his pants!"

Will laughed which made Dustin continue. "Then we find the second biggest senior and offer to do his homework for the whole year, securing our protection."

"Are we trying to piss them off or get them to like us?", Will laughed.

"Can't we do both?", Max questioned.

After another round of laughter, Dustin checked his watch. "Okay, let's grab the others and go home."

"What about your fear of underfunded science programs?", Will asked.

"Eddie told me that arts and science will always be lacking attention and money so long as America prioritizes athletics above all else."

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Addie was about halfway done with her shake when she got up to use the bathroom. Steve used this as an opportunity to go back to the counter.

"So? Thoughts?"

"You like her...", Nancy started.

"But you don't like-like her", Robin finished.

"Yeah, but why? Why aren't I feeling a spark with her?", Steve asked.

"Usually when you don't feel a spark because someone else already lit it in you", Jonathan said.

Robin smacked Steve's arm. "Ow! What?"

"Someone lit you and you didn't tell me?"

"I haven't been lit. He doesn't know what he's talking about", Steve protested.

"Are you guys bullying my brother?", El asked as the party walked into the diner.

"What've you guys been up to?", Nancy asked, looking them over with suspicion.

"Not breaking and entering", Dustin said. "Because I have keys."

"I don't get paid enough for this", Robin said.

Episode 6

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Kiss Him Once For Me

by odderstuff

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Claudia Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Wayne Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Christmas, (I know it's late but I got it out before Twelfth Night so it counts), Christmas Fluff, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Past Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Mechanic Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Gay Steve Harrington, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, (I have never seen one and will not watch one but these are the vibes I get), Fluff and Smut, Light Dom/sub, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Spit As Lube, Spit Kink, Praise Kink, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink Words: 10,913 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie says. Then, after a pause. “Hey. I uh. I get off at six tonight. There's a bar just across the street from Claudia's—come over at six thirty, lemme buy you a beer?” There's no way he means it like that, but it's been a hot minute since someone asked Steve on a date and he blushes anyway. “Uh—are you sure?” He asks, like an idiot. Eddie gives him a nonchalant little shrug. “Yeah,” he says. “You've had a rough couple days, and I feel a little bit responsible. Least I can do is buy you a drink to take the edge off.” And to be honest, a drink does sound nice and kinda like the exact thing he needs right now. So he smiles at Eddie (or does his best to, anyway). “Yeah, okay,” he says. “See you at six thirty.” ___ OR: Steddie, but make it a Hallmark Christmas movie

[livealittleoc-cb]

Merry Christmas to the Lights of Our Lives

✨: Merry Christmas my universe~ *smiles and kisses her lips* I may or may not have added to our growing little cat family…army? *laughs* I saw her in the window of a pet store and couldn’t say no~ I was thinking of naming her Mint but waited for your approval *smiles holding up the cat to his chest* I also got you a pretty hair piece that instantly made me think of you and I imagined you wearing it and it was just perfect *grins* I hope you like it my lovely wife~

♥️: *hops up laughing and spins her around* MERRY CHRISTMAS! *giggles hugging her close* okay okay! Plans and ideas for today! Christmas breakfast pizzas! Cookie decorating station! We’ll also have a hot chocolate bar and other little foods! I know we aren’t home home but my aunties let us have the house and day to ourselves…I had to agree to take care of our youngest though so say hello to little baby Princess, my baby cousin *holding her on his hip* say hey Princess~

💖: *giggles and shyly waves at her*

💗: *whispers* she’s not actually this shyyyy *giggles* Merry Christmas Mama Fox! I’m so happy you came around with us! *hugs Ningning’s legs*

❣️: *takes Princess from him, whispering* Give her your gift *small calm smile* Hello Big Miss Fox, we’re really happy to have you. Our family really loves you

💖: *happy baby sounds*

♥️: *blushes and nervously smiles* b-before that lemme explain the pajama situation so I have normal Christmas pajamas but Angelo and Edgar didn’t want to wear them…they wanted to be Mike and Sully-

💗: They’re boring! We wanted something fun~

❣️: *nods in agreement*

♥️: *rolls his eyes but smiles* yeah yeah but that means we get to match too! And well that brings me to your gift gift *holds up a ring box* um would you be my light fury for the rest of time? *goes redder and mutters under his breath* that was so cheesy… *chews on his bottom lip* y-you don’t have to say yes or no right now

💗: *whisper yelling* say yes say yes say yes

❣️: Angelo- *whispers*

@fantasyaespa

[bishop-percival]

@evilmadscientistwizard

(prev) Huh? When did Cyrus become Cas’ assistant? (And… why? They seemed too proud, too independent to serve anyone lower than Reverend Mike.) That question was completely blown out of Professor Trismegistus’ mind by Cas’ request. They pressed their hands to their mouth to muffle their squeal of delight before hopping up. “I would be honored!” Tris exclaimed while pulling Cas into a hug. “When!?”

He knew they’d be excited, but Cas was still caught slightly off guard by the hug and dropped his spoon into the rapidly-melting ice cream. “Heheh, uh, as soon as possible I guess!”

He pulled away. “Cyrus and I’ve been researching ways to go about this since like, three. Sooo if you want to see what we’ve come up with, meet us in the Glornch library!”

With that, Cas brought the Commander Peepers cup up to his mouth, but stopped just short of drinking any.

“Speaking of, before I give this guy a heart attack, lemme get something for Cyrus while I’m here.” Cas got up and left for the stands again. He eventually came back with a container holding a bagel and cream cheese. He didn’t even know if they liked bagels, but it was the quickest thing to get. He slid it toward Tris. 

“Bring this with ya for them.”

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

taking transfem stevie at a metal concert into my own hands yall gotta see the potential

also on ao3 here

This isn't Eddie's first rodeo. When he sees the pretty girl standing at the side of the concert, looking out of place in her baby pink sweater and light-wash jeans, he wonders what the hell a girl like this is doing at a metal concert, clutching a bottle of coke and watching the crowd like a hawk. And more importantly, as a red-blooded American male, he wonders what he can do to make her look at him that intensely. 

So he sidles up to her, gives his best winning smile that shows off his dimples, and introduces himself. 

“Hey,” he says. “Hope you don't mind the cliché, but I gotta ask: what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The girl gives him a sideways look. She's got pretty eyes, droopy and a lovely warm brown, and her face seems to go through a wild array of emotions before settling on something lightly amused, huffing out a laugh. 

“Babysitting,” she says. She's got a nice voice too, a little husky but musical. Eddie’d love to hear her sing. “Some kids I used to watch in middle school wanted to come, but their parents wouldn't let them unless I came to make sure they stay out of- what's that thing called where everyone makes a big circle and beats the shit out of each other? The mash pit?”

She says it with an adorable tilt to her head, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing a little as she does, and Eddie swears he falls in love right then. Mash pit. That's hilarious. 

“The mosh pit, yeah, good call. Not the best place for little kiddies.”

The girl snorts. “Not that little. They're seniors in high school, I’m only like five years older than them. Doesn't stop them calling me mom though, little shits.”

Eddie laughs. He likes this girl. “Well, I’m Eddie,” he says, holding out his hand. The girl gives it a slightly bemused look, and shakes it. “Can I get momma bear a drink? Another coke?”

She looks at him for a second, assessing him somehow, then shrugs. “Sure, as long as you promise never to call me that again. I’m Stevie.”

“Stevie,” he says, rolling the name over his tongue. It suits her. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Be right back!”

Stevie blushes a pretty pink as he leaves, practically the same shade as her sweater, and as much as Eddie’d like to stay to see what else he can say to put that colour on her face, he's made a promise. 

He makes his way over to the little bar at the back of the concert and orders a coke for her and a beer for him. As he's waiting for the bartender to pass him the drinks, he hears someone call his name. 

“Henderson!” he yells, immediately pulling the kid into a hug and obligatory noogie. “Been too long man, look at you! Almost human sized!”

It's been three years since he'd last seen any of his little sheepies, since he'd put Hawkins in his rear view mirror and gotten the hell out of dodge. He'd missed them. And Dustin had shot up in those years, as tall as Eddie now. If Eddie's not careful he'll start to tear up. 

“Fuck off man,” Dustin says, goofy grin spread wide across his face. “Come on, you gotta say hi to everyone! Mike and Will are here too- Lucas didn't wanna come he'll be so pissed-”

As Dustin says it, the bartender returns, setting down the beer and the coke. Dustin clocks it immediately, little genius that he is. 

“Oh are you with someone?” he gasps dramatically. “Does Eddie the Banished finally have a girlfriend?”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he grabs the drinks. “No, but I was working on that before I was so rudely accosted by a child-” pause for outrage- “but don't worry man, I'll be right over, it's been way too long, gotta see how my babies have been doing navigating the hell that is high school without me! Just lemme drop her drink off, I don't wanna be rude.”

Dustin nods, following behind Eddie as he weaves through the crowd, talking a mile a minute about Hellfire and all the campaigns they've been running the past few years. Eddie half listens, but honestly kind of tunes him out. The crowd is thick and loud, he's trying not to spill the drinks, and honestly, while he loves the kid, Dustin kind of sucks at re-telling stories. He'll get the rundown from Will later. 

All this means he doesn't notice when Dustin falls silent, just as they reach Stevie. Her eyes are wide as she sees them, blankly taking the coke from Eddie and staring at Dustin with a weirdly panicked look on her face. 

“Sorry, baby, really wanted to get to know you better but I ran into-”

“The girl you were flirting with is Stevie????” Dustin shrieks, and god, Eddie’d forgotten how loud he could get. 

He looks back and forth between the two of them. “You two know each other?”

Stevie sighs, looking up to the sky as if begging god to strike her down. “Yeah, this is one of the kids I’m babysitting.”

Something niggles at the back of Eddie's mind, even as Dustin and Stevie get into a heated back-and-forth about the use of the term ‘babysitting’ which ends up in Stevie getting Dustin in a loving sisterly headlock. Something about how Stevie said she’d babysat the kids since middle school, about how she kind of looks familiar if he tilts his head just right, about how when Eddie first met these kids they'd never shut up about-

“So yeah, sorry about this, and thanks for the coke,” Stevie says, avoiding eye contact even as she maintains her grip on Dustin. He seems to have given up fighting now and has resigned himself to his position tucked up against her side. Eddie's never been more jealous in his life. “Uh, last I saw Mike and Will were over by the stage, if you wanna catch up with-”

“Wait, Harrington?” The cogs in Eddie's brain have finally stopped turning, and arrived at the inevitable conclusion. Because yeah, looking at her again, this girl is definitely Harrington. Same hair, if a little longer, same golden skin spattered with moles, same bedroom eyes. The only major difference is the boobs (and the hips and the thighs and the lip gloss and good god, those boobs- Eddie's gotta stop that train of thought. Dustin’s right there).

Eddie's still pretty sure the reason he failed his second senior year was because of Harrington. He'd just figured out he was bisexual, and as a man with working eyes he'd immediately developed an unhealthy infatuation with the prettiest boy in school. They had like every other class together, and Eddie had not absorbed a single word any of their teachers had said during them. 

At his words, Stevie's face shuts down. She drops Dustin, who immediately places himself between her and Eddie, eyes flitting back and forth between them as he shuffles uncomfortably. 

“Uh, yeah. Well, it's Henderson now, my parents didn't exactly love-” she waves a hand vaguely up and down her body- “this. But Mrs. Henderson took me in, so…”

She's tense, and so is Dustin, and it breaks Eddie’s heart a little bit. He knows it never really came up during Hellfire, although he'd tried his best to let them, Will especially, know that everyone was welcome there, no matter what flavour of freak they were. But Stevie doesn't know that, and Dustin doesn't know it for sure, so he does his best to look non-threatening. 

“That's cool. Not the parents kicking you out thing- that sucks obviously- but I bet Dustin’s psyched you're officially his sister. Kid never shut up about you during school.”

And watching Stevie relax at that, the little smile that paints her lips, it's intoxicating. She's so beautiful when she smiles. Eddie never wants her to stop. 

“Thanks,” she says, quiet. If Eddie wasn't paying probably the most attention he's ever paid in his life to this woman, he might not have caught it over the sound of the music and the crowd. “And hey, I’m sorry about how I was during school, if I ever-”

Eddie waves her off. “Honestly you weren't that bad. It was mostly your friends. And I mean, benefit of hindsight, I can see why you wouldn't wanna speak up, draw attention to yourself.”

“Still,” she says with a little shrug. “Not cool.”

Eddie grins. “And heaven forbid the queen of Hawkins High do anything uncool.”

Stevie laughs, a beautiful bubbling sound that seems to surprise her as much as it does him. “Yeah, I guess.”

And the night goes on. Stevie waves over Mike and Will and they spend the rest of the concert barely listening to the music, just reminiscing and catching up. Eddie insists on buying all of Stevie's cokes and she insists on buying all of his beers. And at the end of the night, Stevie piles the kids into her beemer, the same one she had all of high school, and turns to look at Eddie. She's got that look in her eyes again, sharp, assessing, and Eddie has to fight off a blush. 

“Here,” she says, pulling a pen out of her purse and pulling Eddie's hand close. She writes a number on it. “Call me sometime. And Henderson I guess, we do live together. So you know, don't open up with anything too weird, he could answer.”

“No accidentally flirting with your little brother, got it,” Eddie replies with a giggle. He's so happy he feels high. This is embarrassing, he's pathetic. 

“Good,” she laughs. Gives his hand a little squeeze before she pulls back and gets into her car. 

He watches her go with a little wave, and makes sure she's definitely gone before he does a dumb little jump and punches the air. He looks down at the number on the back of his hand. There's a little heart next to it. He's never washing his hand again. 

[user4207292926282]

growth spurt

summary: teenage boy vs boobs

mike wheeler x fem!reader

part 2

mike, lucas, dustin, and the rest of the hellfire gang sat in mike’s basement the dnd game all set up and ready, waiting for you to arrive. they had made some sort of something up for your character so you could join back at anytime. something about freezing ur brain? it was very confusing and you gave up about halfway thru eddie trying to explain it. mike was seated next to eddie, deep in conversation about what they think you look like now.

‘bro she probably looks the exact same.’

‘there is no way kid. a girl like her goes to a summer camp? she’s gonna be a whole new woman when she comes back.’ eddie stares knowingly at mike, leaned back and legs spread.

‘she won’t be that different. i mean her hair will be a little longer, but in the four years i’ve known y/n she has not changed one bit.’ mike replied, knowing you literally have been wearing the same graphic t-shirts since the 6th grade.

‘cmon mike-’ eddie’s rebuttal was interrupted by loud shuffling upstairs and a loud door slam. all the conversation stopped as the party listened to you talk to mrs. wheeler and try to escape her attempts at small talk. finally after a few minutes of a painful interrogation from mike’s mom you made it to the basement. you crept down the stairs, slightly concerned at the lack of conversation. but then you finally made it to the bottom of the stairs. and boy was mike wrong.

the hellfire shirt you got at the start of summer barely fit you now, your bust stretching the logo quite a bit, you had also cut the shirt to show just a sliver of your abdomen,and the shorts you wore did nothing to conceal your long legs. but the part that really got mike was your hair, what had once gone past your hips, was now just below your ears, with bangs. mike had never seen you with bangs. mike just stared as he felt cupid’s arrow shoot him straight thru the heart.

he didn’t know how long he’d been staring until he felt eddie’s hand clap on his back and push him towards you. he stumbled forward and ran into a hug with you. he felt your hands tense in shock, but then slide around his waist and pull hum farther into you. he immediately followed your action and pulled your head just under his. pulling away, he looked into your eyes, scared if he stayed there any longer he’d never be able to let go. his hands fell to your upper arms as he stared.

‘what?’ you asked. confused as to why he was glaring as you so intensely.

‘ you cut your hair.’ he mumbled quietly under his breath. his hand reaching out and softly touching the peice closest to your face.

‘yeah. yeah i did.’ you said as you laughed. turning out of his grasp to walk to greet everyone else and finally catch up. but all mike could think about was how you hair moved as you talked. and your bare thigh kept brushing against his. and how it felt when you would giggle when he said something funny. but his favorite was how good it felt to have you in his arms.

you were the last to leave, pecking him on the cheek before running out to get your bike from his yard and start the journey home.

he quickly ran up to his room, careful to hide his hard-on from his mother cooking in the kitchen. he couldn’t even handle seeing you for four hours today, how is he gonna handle seeing you every single day at school?

a/n it’s literally 1am. i read this over once. i don’t love it. but i have 2 start somewhere ig. pls lemme know if u see any spelling mistakes (or just writing mistakes in general), even tho i will not fix them. this is my first fanfic. hope u like it baes. feel free to send in a request. i have 0 ideas rn. happy reading.

LEMME KNOW IF U WANNA PART TWO :DDDDDD

part two coming ?soon?

[eucidianlyendless]

OH UH YES SORRY ALMOST FORGOT- oops :]

Last Song: Hotel California [Stranger Things Mix]

Three Ships: tbh with you I am a bit basic, but uuuhhhhh some I enjoy conceptually Simon X Betty, Mike X that one security guard [Jeremiah] and Wednesday X Enid I'd hope these are sufficient, but I can also talk about the most unfortunate ship incidents if need be-

Currently reading: firstly rereading The Princess Beard by Delilah S. Dawson to my sibling, and starting on dual reading Lord of The Flies and The Book Thief [no idea how I'll fare but I will try]

Last movie: Cats Vs Dogs last night. Classic. Loved it. It was a classic childhood movie for me.

Craving: the warm embrace of a hug Some bacon, meatloaf, homemade mac n cheese, potato salad and garlic bread, all in a sandwich.

Anyway, lemme just...

@tinysweetvoid [hi babe :3] @hornedpbj @soapie102 @youresupervalid @jackiejackrabit @pillows1616

rules: tag 9 some people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the questions below! — tagged by @vampire-pierrot

Last song: JOTTO by BIBI

Three ships: shimamine, hatojose, idk any more

Currently reading: dungeon meshi... i've also recently read I Think Our Son Is Gay by Okura and i think it's really sweet

Last movie: Spongebob Squarepants Movie LOL i wanted to show it to my partner bc they've apparently never seen it before

Craving: i really want a squid ricebox from bonchon

tagging maybe @shishiikura @good-beans @embraceyourdestiny @jinzouacting @saturninemartial @niishi ^_^<3