#my lap joints and couldn't get it and all of the two or three days this week on the t joint it's just so. if i could do it again and she had

[vraska-theunseen]

i was so much more optimistic today i thought i was finally going to do something gradeable i did okay on my root passes for the 8 t joints after my teacher guided me and then much much better on my 2nd passes i was rlly hopeful and then when i started doing the third passes i was having problems even tho i was going at the right angle and about the same speed and i brought it to my teacher to ask her what to fix and she said "that's so weird i've never seen that problem before." WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEANNNNNN. i am going to throw up and die

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | trick or treat - e.m.

kinktober day eight - size kink

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

wc: 4.5k

summary: halloween night with your husband was supposed to be a calm one. passing out candy to the neighborhood kids, watching scary movies and chain-smoking joints as eddie rolled them. but you had urges, especially when your eyes couldn't look away from the difference of size in your thigh and eddie's thigh.

warnings: 18+ ONLY. minors are NOT welcomed. NO AGE = BLOCKED. size kink (reader is bigger than eddie), mentions of body image, talks of being a bigger woman, slight self esteem issues, pet names, unprotected penetration (p in v) *wrap it UP PLEASE*, creampie.

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"BABYYY," EDDIE CRIED OUT when you straddled his lap on the couch. 

“what’s wrong?” you pouted, shifting to sit on your knees with your thighs encasing him in, tight. 

you knew how eddie got when you put your full body weight on him, straddling him just to throw your arms around his neck and hug him. the way he got when you held him tight in bed, snuggling your face into his shirt while you kept him stuck to you. how you loved being the little spoon despite the fact that you were three times eddie’s size, but he loved it even more. getting to explore your body and feel all of you, to be able to feel the way you trusted him with your body.

or when you would be the one to keep him still while you made him feel good, holding him down while you kissed down his chest. 

he was just so in love with you. eddie was obsessed with your every move, every word that came out of your mouth — he was thanking someone out there for somehow dropping you in his lap. literally.

“what if kids knock at the door? you know? trick or treat? smell my feet?” eddie excused, looking between you and the front door. 

a scary movie was on, one that eddie favored but you didn’t care for. it was hard not to make a move on your husband, especially when you’ve had a few homemade frozen margaritas with little pumpkin candies in them and passed at least three joints between the two of you. you were hot and bothered, high, just by watching him manspread with his arms gripping the back of the couch, puffing on his joint and blowing clouds of smoke, even doing occasional smoke tricks you could never do.

how was it your fault for climbing in his lap?

you two decided no costumes this year, just a movie night in and handing out candy to the kids from the neighborhood. but that didn’t stop you from wearing your thigh high socks that liked to roll down a lot — where the fuck can you find thigh highs that are big thigh friendly? — or wearing your comfortable long ghostface shirt eddie bought you. 

he was in his usual wife beater, black sweatpants and to be in the spirit, sporting his black beanie with a skull on it. you’d been eyeing his thighs all night, though strong and muscular, still comparing them to the way yours looked when you sat down next to him. they were smaller than your thicker ones, even when you stood up, and it drove you crazy. 

who could blame you? not when you had urges. urges that made you want to hold him and squeeze him tight until he’s begging for air, urges that made you just want to tackle him to the ground and kiss all over his face. or urges to even put your entire weight on him so he could hold you like that, eddie never saying no. 

one thing about eddie, is that even though you were bigger, he didn’t act like you were a burden because you were fat. so your urges that would make any of your ex boyfriends tell you no because you were heavy, like wanting to sit on their lap for as long as you wanted, eddie said yes.

but these urges were a little different. 

you had the urge to do something eddie never really asked you to do, something you did from time to time but not often because eddie loved to make you his pillow princess — you wanted to ride him, right here right now on the couch under the orange and purple halloween lights he help you put up. 

even thinking about when he helped you decorate the house, how you were in skimpy little bat shorts and you reached up to hang the string of lights — how he managed to get behind you and spank you, pulling your shorts down and bent you to hold yourself against the ladder, licking up the slick he caused. 

so that’s how you got here, grinding onto his clothed cock while a meaningless horror movie played in the background. eddie’s hands roamed free as he gripped your ass, your thighs and the roundness of your belly — but his words sounded different. 

“i don’t know baby, what if-” 

“eddie, do you want me to fuck you or not?” you deadpanned as you moved off of him, sliding down your shorts and panties and climbing back into his lap. 

“because if not, i’m thinking of just getting off on your lap while you watch.” 

your fingers moved to his waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, his hips rising to help you out. you scooted down his thighs to release his cock from the confines, his hardness bobbing and hitting against the cotton of his tank. 

“so pretty, eddie, you have such a pretty dick,” you admired as both of your hands wrapped around him. the heat was bouncing off of your body as you watched him throb in your hands. 

“you’re, you’re just so - fuck - so fucking sexy,” eddie gulped, eyes bouncing from where your hands touched him and your bare lower half, to your glimmering eyes. 

he loved the way you looked at him. 

“you think so, eds? you like me like this?” you smiled as you leaned over to spit down on his cock, watching the dribble hit the tip and you used your hands to spread it over his long appendage. 

when you first met eddie, you worried that maybe your size would be a little too big for him. you thought that maybe he was playing a joke on you, or that maybe he just wanted to be your friend. for the first six months of knowing each other, you convinced yourself it was purely platonic. 

but then things got more telling. things that someone who was into would do, like i don’t know, asking you on a date. but with this came other realizations. you knew you’d never be able to wear his clothes, or fit in a small fit booth at dinner. you knew that going to the gym together as a couple would be embarrassing for you, or even wanting to go on a hike. 

luckily for you, eddie hated all sorts of exercising. his idea of a date wasn’t traveling in the woods for a night. it was taking you to your favorite bookstore and buying you whatever you wanted, taking you on dates to the town’s fair or to a restaurant you were eyeing. 

eddie accommodated for you, because he loved you. because he saw first hand how the world treated fat people, especially fat women. every turn in this world, you had someone that made you a target because of how you looked. society was built for women who looked the exact opposite from you, and he wasn’t going to let you walk in this world with him by your side without doing what he could to ease your anxieties. 

he saw how people pushed past you, or how other women would laugh at your outfit and the way it fit you, the way men only acknowledged him and never you. not even a hello. and it pissed him off. you didn’t deserve to be ostracized because you were heavier, and he did everything to let you know that skinny or not, he would’ve found you anyways. 

so, eddie bought his clothes some sizes bigger than him, like his hoodies and shirts, just so you can put them on when you wanted.he remembered the way you cried to him one night, telling him he should just break up with you already because of how embarrassing it was to not even fit in your boyfriends clothes. 

eddie of course thought it was ridiculous, but still comforted you. he even encouraged you to slip on his own sized shirt, just so he could watch it squeeze around your breasts and fit you like a tight crop top. for his own pleasure of course. 

he never made you feel self conscious, and that same night he watched you squeeze into the medium slayer shirt he had, was the same night that he ripped it off of you and showed you how beautiful he thought you were. he’d always fight for you if you needed, protect you and defend you in everything, even if it was against your own plaguing thoughts.

he’d make sure that at dinner you were comfortable, moving the table towards him just so you had room in the booth across from him. he knew you felt like everything you did was embarrassing because as a bigger girl, you were always the butt of the joke. he figured he’d get ahead of the problem before you felt like you were bringing too much attention yourself by squeezing in places that you may not fit in, or doing mundane things. 

he was considerate while still making sure you didn’t feel like you were the odd one out. he loved all of you. god forbid someone made a comment about your weight, or made you feel bad about yourself — because maybe you’d let it go and it wouldn’t faze you since you grew up fat, but it drove him to see nothing but red. 

“baby you know i love you like this, you’re a fuckin’ dream,” he huffed out as you stroked him up and down. 

eddie gathered his long hair and moved it to the back, getting it out of his face so he could see how you worked him. 

“can you handle all of me, baby? you think if i sit on your pretty dick, you’d be able to sit still and let me ride you?” you asked and shuffled over to hover above his tip, sitting on your knees and looking down at him before kissing his cheek. 

you moved your kisses down to his jaw, to lick his earlobe and to nibble on the skin of his neck. you made sure to leave little hickies, wanting to see them purple and pink against his pale skin. 

“fuck, yes princess, i can, please,” he begged and you smiled against his skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your chest against his. 

you slowly swayed your hips to let his cock gather with your juices between the fat of your pussy lips, and gently sunk down on his length. the feeling of the  piercing stretch from just his head alone and the way his hands never left your hips drove you insane, always. 

he didn’t move you, or guide you, in fact he used your hips to keep himself grounded. he would listen to you, if it was the last thing he did. 

you thought the size difference between you and eddie was sexy. you liked the fact that though eddie was a little lanky, he still had the strength to do whatever he wanted with you — except pick you up but you’ve come to terms with it. 

until you noticed as you slid yourself onto his length and gripped his biceps, his muscles were firmer, stronger. you tried to settle down on his cock as your hands moved to his chest, and to his back, feeling the way he felt under your touch. 

something was different. and how you never noticed until now was beyond you. 

“eddie,” you breathed as you sat there. his eyes flew open from where he was buried in your neck and pulled back to see your face, “have you been working out?” 

eddie’s mouth was hung open as he felt you squeeze around him, flicking his eyes between the thick of your mound and your eyes. 

“i, yeah, i have.” 

what eddie didn’t say is that he’d been working out for you. when you told him about how he shouldn’t try to lift you, or try to pick you up just to hug and twirl you around, he took it as a challenge. 

he always wanted to bulk up, he was always the pale lanky kid that people used to want to push around back in high school. now, his only reason to build his muscle was so he could live out your every fantasy of being manhandled and thrown around like you’d weigh nothing, even trying to build enough stamina so he could find new ways to pleasure his wife.

so, he had to start somewhere. 

you felt yourself leaking even more onto his groin, pooling at his base as you squeezed your thighs around his and started to move up, before sinking back down. your hands never left his chest, and you bunched up his wife beater up his chest, feeling over the new outlines of his stomach. 

“fuck, eddie,” you moaned as you bounced on his cock, feeling his tip nudge your g-spot over and over as you rode him. 

eddie took the tank from you and yanked it up off of his body, doing the same with your shirt. it left you both bare, bodies exposed to each other and eddie lavished in the sight of every inch of your skin. he especially loved the tattoos you had inking your chest and breasts, little meaningless ones and the same little bats he had, going up your collarbone. 

the only thing you wore now were the socks that were sorry excuses of thigh highs, because now they rolled down to your knees. but eddie was slowly losing his composure, seeing you bare like this just for him. he was always possessive, and it gave him a sense of pride that he was the only one who could see and touch you like this. 

your hands were sprawled on his chest as he breathed through his mouth, the tightness of your hole and the warmth adding into his pleasure. 

“feel so fucking perfect around my dick, baby, look at these pretty fucking titties,” eddie said and let his hands move from your waist to cupping both heavy breasts in his hands, spilling out of his grip as he watches you fuck him. 

“god, eddie fuck, best fucking dick i’ve ever had in my entire life, i can’t fucking stop,” you cried as your hand traveled up his chest, to his neck and letting your thumb and two fingers press on either side of his throat. as you bounced a little faster on his cock, you leaned forward with his hands still groping your breasts and let your forehead meet his. 

you could feel his breath on your lips as he drank in your scent, “i love you like this, eddie. love when you let me fuck you like this, love how big you feel inside of me,”

you were moaning with every word, feeling his bush around his cock hit against your trimmed mound, letting your other hand move between the two sweaty bodies and rub at your swollen clit. 

eddie was letting out his own whimpers and groans as your slick coated every inch, and you squeezed ruthlessly around him even though he’d been the one stretching you out since you started dating. the feeling you gave him felt like a million tiny bats fluttering in every part of his body, like as if he was starting a new job or had to put on a presentation. 

you made him nervous, even still three years into marriage. you loved that about eddie, he made you feel like the sexiest woman on earth. just watching you rub your clit while swallowing his cock with your hole made his heart skip, his breath catching in his throat.

he always loved the sex between the two of you. it was incomparable, nothing could even come close to the way the two of you meshed together. sex was always more than pleasure for you, always meant more than it was made to be. and with eddie, it felt heavenly — it was exactly what you pictured what good sex was. like it was out of a book, something that you’d never expect someone like you to have. 

but you did. because eddie worshiped you. he made you feel like a goddess, like the ground you walked on should be kissed by him. you were some sort of drug, some sort of addicting substance because he couldn’t get away from you. 

it was spiritual, physical, emotional. every time you two had sex it felt like the first time, and it was intoxicating. his only way of making sure he’d never lose you? make you his wife, so he knew that no one else would even have the chance to come close to you. 

eddie’s hands gripped your breasts tight and let them fall back to their natural position. his hands moved to your calves where the thigh highs rolled down to, rubbing over the firm muscle that tensed, and letting his hands run over the curve of your waist and to your back. he rubbed and squeezed over your back, gripping at every part of you. 

you didn’t mind when eddie loved all over of you, feeling him squeeze the fat of your sides or watch how his hands sank into your skin when he gripped you. eddie didn’t know how much more he could take of letting you bounce on him, how he could contain himself and not buck his hips up to meet your contact. 

“it’s all for you baby, my pretty little wife, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he moaned, “can’t believe i get to watch you like this for the rest of my life,” 

you smiled, letting go of his throat and meeting him in a sloppy kiss, until you moved your lips down his jaw and to his neck, even to the arch where his neck was and to his collarbone. 

“fuck, baby i can’t sit still, i can’t, please let me fuck you, princess,” he grunted, feeling the walls of your cunt flutter around his cock. 

“take it, eddie, fuck me. i’m yours,” you cried and pressed your bare chest to his, burying your face in the crease of his neck so that your temple was pressed against collarbone. his lips instantly found your skin, kissing over your face and even leaning over to kiss the skin of your sweaty shoulders.

it took less than five seconds for eddie to situate himself and scoot to lay flatter on the couch against the cushion, using his feet to plant himself on the floor and grabbing the back of your thighs to halt your movements. 

“fuck yeah you are, my fucking wife,” he grunted and started to fuck up into your hole, reaching a new depth that you failed to attempt to reach.

“oh, fuck, oh my god,” you cried with each thrust, feeling the vibrations of his thighs slapping against yours hit your cunt and choke out any words you spoke. 

usually when he had you like this, it didn’t last a while as his own strength would give up on him and he’d lay you on your back to bend your legs as far as they could to angle more into your cervix. but this time, with the extra time and money he spent in the gym, his pace was relentless and steady. 

you loved him like this. you got to hug his frailer body, pulling him into your embrace as your body covered his entirely. eddie loved it too, somehow feeling strong and protective, big and bad even though realistically you were able to manhandle him if you wanted to.

which he liked, and often asked for. the slapping, choking, degradation — though he loved to be your protector, you soon figured out that he liked to feel like he was as small as he really was. 

“so good, so so so good,” you chanted and he smiled as he tried to peek at you, the side of your face barely showing with your hair in the way. so he moved it for you, scooting your hair to the other side as you let your left hand press into the side of his neck. 

your nails skimmed his jaw and cheek as you held your hand there, and he watched your face contort into pleasure as he kept fucking up into you. 

“it’s good baby? like when i fuck that pretty fat cunt? my fucking cunt?” he grunted and you whined, tears falling from the corners of your eyes, “i know baby, can’t get enough of you putting that pretty pussy on me,” 

you couldn’t speak, already going dumb as his pace got more confident. sounds, whimpers and whines came from your throat to match the rhythm he set. he could listen to you all day, watch you come undone time after time again. he’d never get bored of you. 

“let me see you, let me see that pretty face, wanna see you cum for me,” he grunted and craned his neck as you lifted the side of your face to look up at him from his shoulder. 

he was already watching you, but you saw his eyes move from yours to the way your ass recoiled from his constant movements. 

you felt desired, wanted and attractive to the man you’d crushed on since college, and as you met his thrusts to give him some release from holding up all your weight, he moved one of his hands from the back of your thighs to the side of your face — matching you. 

the tingling in your stomach only grew bigger and into of a burning sensation, feeling hot all over as your legs were met with a cold chill. 

“babyy,” you whined and shut your eyes briefly before he tapped your cheek, 

“look at me princess, tell me, are you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my dick and make a mess?” he cooed, somehow more put together than he thought it would come out. 

his breathing was labored, bodies glistening with sweat as the sound of your slick grew the harder he fucked up into you. it was distracting for eddie, and as you laid there on his chest with your hips meeting his thrusts, he felt himself chasing after his own release. 

you reached your hand down between the sweaty bodies after lifting up a little, and rubbed circles on your clit as you laid back on him and your arm. 

his arms were wrapped around your waist now as he scooted his ass to hang off of the couch, getting more leverage in steadiness to hold you tight to him and paralyzing you to just take his cock as he thrusted into you. 

“yes! fuck, i’m gonna cum for you eds, gonna make a mess, fuck, fuck, fuck, just for you,” you cried as tears pinched at the ducts of your eyes, closing them shut as you start to feel yourself break. 

“cum for me, let me feel all of it, gonna fucking cum just from how wet this pussy is,” he smiled into your hair, lips pressed against your skull as his hand comes up to hold you by the nape of your neck. 

your knees were barely holding onto the edge of the couch after following eddie’s movements, and as he met you with one more thrust and your hand going numb from the pressure of your body on it, you finally clenched around his thickness and cried into his neck when you came. 

“oh, yes baby, right there, squeezin’ me so tight, so pretty,” he babbled and as his thrusts got sloppy and tried to hold you as close as possible, more words came out. he liked to watch the way your body shook as you came, especially the way your ass and the rest of you jiggled for him. 

it was all for him. and the pride he felt was more than he felt when he graduated high school. 

“this is my fucking pussy, you hear me? mine. gonna fucking show you that this pussy is mine,” he growled in your ear and finally gave a couple of last thrusts, throwing his head back and crying out. 

“fucking shit,” he winced as he came inside of you, the spurts of heat coating your walls and making you clench around him again. 

you laid there breathless on his chest, not even worried about crushing him, only worried about pulling your hand away from your mound to relieve the static feeling happening. 

when you did, your hand came up to eddie’s shoulder and touched the curve of his neck, up to the back of his curls and tugged gently. your head already moved a little more so he’d have a clear view of your face as he looked back down to where you rested on his shoulder. 

his breath was hitting your face, but the smell of weed and alcohol only made you clench around his softening cock. in the midst of being cock drunk, you traveled up the back of his head and yanked the beanie off of his head, lazily pulling it on your head. it wasn’t perfect, but you didn’t care. 

he smiled a toothy grin at you, and moved his hand to fix how it sat lopsided on your head. 

“fuck,” he winced and scooted back on the couch again, still holding you tight, only just slipping out of you so you could feel the warmth of his cum dribble out of your hole and onto whatever surface below. 

“happy halloween,” you smiled and kissed over the bats on his chest. 

“uh,” eddie started and managed to sit you up, still sitting on his lap. he didn’t even care that the muscles under you were starting to go a little numb, because seeing you this fucked out for him made his cock jerk against your ass, half hard again, “i’m not done with you yet, it’s not even ten thirty.” 

you blushed as you tried to transfer your weight on his chest with your hands, relieving the pressure of your weight on his thighs once again. 

“what happened to worrying about the trick or treaters? you know, trick or treat, smell my feet?” you mocked breathlessly as the hair outside of his beanie cascades to frame your face. you even reached up to fix it some more before steadying again. 

he just smacked your ass with a stupid grin on his face, “i’ll do more than smell your feet, baby. show me a trick, maybe i’ll give you a treat.” 

you just laughed and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips. you pulled away only centimeters and grinned at the way he chased your lips. he could only feel the breath on his lips, not even the breath in his lungs as you spoke again, 

“i already showed you a trick. where’s my treat, hm?” 

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[g4yr4t]

yesterday, annie and I had to make the difficult decision to put my dearly beloved childhood cat, annabell, to sleep. annabell was with me for eighteen years - since I was thirteen years old. I have so much to say about her that I'm going to put it under a cut for the sake of everyone's dashboards.

my aunt found annabell in a park when I was thirteen. or, more accurately, annabell found her. she walked right up to my aunt (and her german shepherd) and wanted to be taken home, so that's what my aunt (who had several cats and two dogs) did. my mom decided that it would actually be okay for me to have a cat after all, and she was with me for eighteen years after that. the only time we didn't live together was when I was in college and couldn't take her with me to the dorms/apartments.

she was kind of a bitch in the early days, to be honest. or at least, very strong-willed and sassy and not super cuddly. but when I was fourteen and my nana was in the hospital dying and I was crying all the time, she was sweet and snuggly to me. she was good to me when it mattered.

I thought for sure that I had lost her at least three times over the years. once, she got stuck in an attic crawlspace in my mom's house on christmas eve. I was understandably distraught, because we couldn't get her out. but then, on christmas day, she woke my mom up by yelling at her for food, having somehow figured out how to free herself.

she got also got trapped in a wall in my first apartment, and then went missing for twenty-four hours after having wandered out of my house when someone was moving in around 2020 or 2021. that was absolutely awful. she had already gone deaf by then, so even though my neighbors were super sweet and searched and called for her, I knew it was unlikely that she would turn up. then, the next day, my roommate and I were sitting in the living room and we heard this pitiful meowing. she had found her way back to our front porch and was sitting by the window outside. it had stormed the night before, and she was wet and matted and hungry but still very alive. after that, we got her a collar with a bell on it and a tag with her name and annie's phone number.

she mellowed out after she lost her hearing and became much more social, planting herself in the middle of parties and gatherings to take up space while sleeping. she got up into my lap sometimes, and while she wasn't exactly cuddly, she would sit there until I absolutely had to move her. she wouldn't take a hint or move when I changed positions - I had to physically remove her from my body.

she loved to go outside, even though she had been an indoor cat since my aunt found her in that park. we were planning on harness training her, but her joints became stiff and it got harder for her to walk and we had to move out of the house with the good backyard. she came with my to five different houses and apartments, with more and more moving in her later years. I am deeply sad that she will not be coming with me to my next apartment, or to wherever I eventually "settle down" (which will hopefully happen someday soon).

but she was sick, and had been for a long time. even though she was eighteen and had arthritis and respiratory problems that included a very upsetting cough, her sudden decline was surprising. within the past week, she lost her ability to jump, stopped eating independently (we fed her by hand), and completely lost control of her bladder. I picked her up and put her on the couch to sleep the last couple of nights so that she could be next to me. she couldn't come up on my bed to smack me in the face for food at 4am anymore (I would hear the jingling of her collar, then she would hit me in the face... jingle, smack. heavy breathing. smack.).

she was such a huge part of my life, and it even though she was doing very badly as of yesterday, I still had hope that we could give her meds and take her home so that she could pass here instead of at the vet's office. but that isn't how it happened. I hate that that isn't how it happened. we buried her in my mom's backyard because she loved to be outside and we don't have a backyard with real dirt right now and we'll be moving soon anyway. even though I know it isn't the case, I still feel like I let her down. leaving my mom's house still felt like abandoning her. I already miss her so, so much, and it's going to be very weird to live without her.

annabell, I loved you dearly. I still love you dearly. there is a hole in my heart where you were. you were a cat, but also a friend and a companion and the longest lasting relationship in my life outside of my (human) family members. we watched each other grow up for eighteen years. I will never stop grieving, even when I stop crying for you all the time, because that's how love works. I miss you, my old lady. goodnight.

[moonsmourning]

@st4rsinclined: i have no idea what to do with you. kuroo & kenma

if there is one thing to know about kenma it is that he was always glued to a screen. from as young as nine, he loved spending his time falling down the rabbit hole that was video games. games on the ps, games on the nintendo ― handheld devices or ones that require a controller, he loved them all, really. being the little tech-savvy he was, he had all the new consoles and cell phones when they were released, something he was grateful to his parents for. thinking back now, he figured they only really indulged him because of the fact he pushed himself out of his comfort zone a lot by playing sports. of course, naturally, after a while volleyball became comfortable, but he wasn't one for getting sweaty and exhausted. he was no athlete, that was kuroo and even yamamoto. literally everyone else on the team. but he stayed, he played, he even tried, and hell, he even had fun. which was why he couldn't completely detach himself from volleyball after high school. no, he had no desire to continue playing, definitely not on a professional level, but he wanted to stay connected. so, he created the bouncing ball corp. which made him a pretty busy guy. between being the ceo of his own business, a student at university, a stock trader, a professional gamer, and even a streamer and youtuber, he did not have enough hours in the day.

still, he was his own boss in most of his jobs, aside from attending university, which he had managed easily enough, so he did have designated days where he allowed himself to do absolutely nothing. sometimes if he decided to play some video games he'd stream, but not for nearly as long as he usually does. this was one of those days where he wasn't doing anything and just finished up a stream when kuroo had shown up at his door unannounced. it was something his friend liked to do a lot, which wasn't an issue to kenma at all. kuroo was free to move in if he so much as desired. but on his days off kenma would like to avoid talking about the things he's off work from, and kuroo loved to talk about his work and everything kenma avoided on his days off. so here they were, sitting all tucked comfortably at kenma's kotatsu while kuroo drilled on about work while kenma stared keenly at his own groin. held in his lap was his nintendo switch, the limited edition animal crossing one, which was displaying his progress in kirby star allies. he's mid-game, kuroo's chatter background noise as he almost completes the level, but his game abruptly cuts off, the screen going black and reflecting the shock plastered across his face. ❝ ah! no way! ❞

blinking when the talking stops, kenma flickers his gaze from the screen to his friend, who is now staring at him with a questioning arch in his brow. ❝ oh, uh, sorry kuroo. what were you saying? ❞ letting the device drop between his legs, he gives his friend his undivided attention. unwillingly, now his nintendo switch had gone and died on him, meaning he'd have to no doubt redo at least two or three levels since he's not sure he even saved his progress.

pulling a face, kenma eyes kuroo with a pout, toes wriggling under the blanket as a soft awkwardness nestles into him. ❝ well... it's my day off, so... shut up about work. ❞ from the tidbits kenma had picked up from kuroo's background chatter kuroo was also off today, so why were they wasting their time talking about work? or, rather, why was kuroo wasting his time talking about work and why was kenma even allowing him? well, to be fair, up until thirty seconds ago his real priority was completing his level on his game, but now his switch had died, it was now actively his problem. shifting, he grabs his console and sets it up on the kotatsu and stretches his arms above his head, feeling the popping of his joints and bones before relaxing once again with a yawn. ❝ let's not talk about work, okay? do you want to go get something to eat? my maid is due to come around soon... ❞

[aemndxx]

𝓇.cameron. ┆ blaze.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ a lil late. ‹3 but happy 𝟒/𝟐𝟎 to the angels who celebrate. !!! 🍃♡ྀི also... i'm high as shit rn so sry for any typos—i'll fix 'em later, mwa! 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜.

jus' thinkin' abt rafe celebrating 4/20 with his girl . <3

you're with your boyfriend that's still dealing at the time, some marijuana and some coke on the low, and you already know you're getting your little stash for free. rafe spends the last three days making sure he had the best, richest, and highest quality product of weed being shipped for his girl to smoke just in time for 4/20.

typically, rafe didn't let his girl consume any type of drug, even marijuana, and even the lightest of those fruity cocktails you love so much at the country club are just enough to get you drunk after only one or two, so he knows even with 4/20 quickly approaching, he's still going to keep a protective, and firm eye on you at all times.

especially now, since rafe is supposed to be inviting a few of his friends over at tannyhill since rafe's father and his new wife, rose, are on some far, far away vacation, which rafe couldn't give less of a fuck about, preferring to have tannyhill all to himself besides his little sisters, but he doesn't bother with them as much as he used to once he was in a serious relationship with you.

rafe even promised you that he would stop antagonizing the pogues, but only if they disrespect me first, he'd said in return, rather sulkily and reluctant, but he wanted to be a good boyfriend for you and he knew you didn't like violence of any kind.

once 4/20 finally came, you were already high as a cloud come noon, one of rafe's arms wrapped snuggly around your shoulders, tannyhill buzzing with a few people, but rafe doesn't really care about them right now, especially now with the way you're being all sweet and whiny for rafe's attention, acting all submissive and needy and breedable for your daddy—which, of course, rafe didn't mind at all, he liked you like this the most, so sweetly obedient and paying all of your attention on him and only him.

"yeah, princess? y'need somethin', hm?" he breathes teasingly into your ear, watching as your pouty, glossy lips (that tasted like cotton candy) smacked together noisily, making rafe smirk and his head was already quickly processing that you most likely needed a new refreshment.

without a care in the world about who was watching him and his girl, with you already in his lap comfortably, like the princess he always claims you are, sitting prettily and smiling dreamily, doe-like eyes heavy and red, long eyelashes fluttering slowly like a kitten, both freshly done and fluffy and making you appear like a perfect little doll, hanging all over your man as his big hands fondle your asscheeks under your pretty, little babydoll pink miniskirt that was covered with a layer of pretty white lace—my angel, rafe had complimented you earlier, making you all shy and bashful, like you usually were around your boyfriend.

"a'ight, baby… lemme − lemme go get you another water, and then we'll spark up again, yea?" rafe murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and smelling mostly of the overly intoxicating fragrance of the weed you'd all been taking turns taking hits from, mostly from fat blunts and the occasional little joint for the past few hours.

instantly, you breathily mewl in protest and hold onto your boyfriend tighter, arms wrapping around his neck, clinging to him like a little girl that clings to their father.

softly, rafe breathes a light, amused little chuckle, used to your neediness, but knowing you're being extra clingy right now due to the drug and the tiny, few sips of those fruity, alcoholic seltzers that taste like the sweetest thing you can imagine, something that rafe wrinkles his nose at every time he watches you drink them, but pretends to like them for your sake, though he prefers something… stronger.

usually, if it wasn't a special occasion, rafe would bring you to an empty bedroom in whichever house-party he usually brings you along to, with you hanging tightly (and anxiously) onto your boyfriend's arm, letting him lead you upstairs with a large, possessive hand on your lower back, practically resting on your plump, perky little ass, guiding you to some random room to make out for a bit.

and then, after rafe gets bored of just messily making out with you, he fucks your brains out until you're all 'babied brained'—as rafe has occasionally called it, though was actually subspace, but rafe wasn't that thoroughly educated, and again, didn't give a fuck about searching up what it meant when he fucks his girlfriend senseless and within an inch of her life.

of course, rafe could search it up, but it didn't truly interest him and he thought it was just normal, and besides, he already knew you enjoyed being coddled by him and doted on by him after sex, so he figured he didn't need to worry too much—plus, even if he didn't want to admit it, it was a win-win situation for the kook prince, with rafe needing to always hold onto some part of you, especially after being intimate together.

and again, rafe didn't mind your clinginess, practically relishing in it, his ego growing more and more the more he realized how codependent you were becoming on him.

back in the present, rafe feels you begin pressing glossy, sticky kisses all over the side of his face, leading down to his already marked-up neck, causing him to let out a soft, low grunt of frustration and arousal.

"baby," rafe gently chastises, already knowing your sparkly, clear lipgloss with the light undertone of pastel pink—and yes, you always give rafe a haul of every makeup product you buy, using his money, of course—but again, rafe doesn't mind, enjoying the fact that his obedient little princess was becoming so dependent on him for everything, always needing him for something, and rafe... rafe doesn't care what you need from him, if it's something serious or dumb, he'll be there within minutes.

however, in rafe's mind, it's as long as you remember that rafe is your man and you don't need to be calling anyone else for help—that's what rafe was there for, to take care of you and fuck your pretty little pussy, and someday, perhaps sooner rather than later, rafe will pump a large, scorching load into you, deep inside of your womb… that way, you'll never be able to leave him, rafe thinks.

rafe breathes out a small sigh, his thick, muscular arms still wrapped around you, possessively and obsessively, wanting to keep you as close as possibly—meanwhile, he starts his own sloppy, passionate kisses against your lips, smearing your pretty lipgloss against his own lips, tasting how sweet you are, but once again, rafe doesn't give fuck, and he won't give a fuck when you complain to him that you have to reapply your lipgloss again, even though you do so every five minutes anyways.

"lemme jus' go get you another water, sweetcheeks," rafe coos against your lips, suppressing a smile at your instant pout, but quietly observes as you silently and simply crawl off of his lap, sitting to the side of him on one of the usual balcony outdoor furniture sofa's, it was a wooden wicker sofa with plush, probably thousands of dollars worth of cushions that rafe dragged you along to sit with him, but you didn't care, impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to come back to you.

it barely takes five minutes for rafe to return back to you, but there you sit, scrolling through your phone with a cute, bored pout on your plump lips, a fresh coat of your sugary lipgloss already applied, making your lips look extra kissable.

swiftly, rafe takes his seat back down next to you, opening the fresh water bottle for you, a hand going to your lower back casually, while his free hand guides the water up to your mouth, not even having to say anything, already watching as you perk up a bit and lean forward, taking a few eager sips, giving your boyfriend a grateful smile once he sets the water down beside himself when you finish.

with long, deft fingers, and a gorgeous, shiny golden ring decorating his index finger with the cameron family's symbol, rafe easily pulls out a freshly rolled, thickly stuffed blunt from behind his ear, already pulling out a lighter and swiftly lighting the end of it, curling one of his large, calloused hands around the newly burning tip so the spring breeze wouldn't blow out the cherry of the freshly rolled blunt.

"where'd you get that?" you hum curiously, a dreamy, pretty smile curling across your freshly coated glossy lips, already pressing yourself back into rafe's side, one of his thick, tanned arms thrown over your shoulders, keeping you close against him as he stuffs the lighter into the pair of his typical black nike shorts he'd been wearing since the weather has been warm and beautiful, summer coming quicker than you'd thought.

"rolled this f'us when i went inside to grab you a fresh water," rafe explains nonchalantly, still high off of the weed, but also the few bumps of coke he snorted just minutes ago, grabbing his girl his personal stash of the best quality of weed he had, saving it for you, knowing you were gonna beg him to let you smoke once 4/20 came—and strangely, the longer he'd been around you, and the fact that you two have been dating for a few months, the oldest cameron sibling was growing more and more attached to you as time passed, giving nearly into your every whim, no matter your request.

unless, of course, your request had something to do without him.

"you wanna shotgun this with me, baby?" rafe purrs lazily, taking a long hit of the cherry flavored blunt that was currently between his soft, pink lips, still slightly sticky from your previous kisses.

you let out a small, happy noise of agreement, nodding your head gently as you wrap both of your arms around rafe's non-dominant arm, feeling his muscles rippling every time he moved to be closer to you, his pretty girl.

and then, then you see rafe take another long drag, before casually leaning over you completely, pressing you down slightly against the back of the outdoor sofa, a hand holding the burning blunt between two fingers, while his other, much more dominant hand is now curled around your throat, holding you in place with a firm, but gentle grasp as he easily, and slowly, blows the smoke from his lungs into yours—your long, fluffy mink lashes fluttering prettily as the dizzying smoke fills your lungs and clouds your brain, making you smile another dreamy, happy smile.

meanwhile, before you even have time to respond, rafe is kissing you once more—again, this time more deeply, messily, mouth opened as his tongue sucks and plays with yours, humming in content after a long moment once he pulls back, an amused smirk on his kiss-swollen lips, similar to your own swollen lips, your lips smeared with your lipgloss once again, but you don't really care this time.

"this some good shit—huh, baby?"

[beybaldes]

they long to be (close to you)

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

djats masterlist

Word Count : 3.6k

Summary : Eddie doesn't understand why you seem to like him less then your other bandmates since moving to LA. little does he know that really isn't the case.

Thank you for all the love on the last fic, especially @thefemininemystiquee !! your comment absolutely made my day!! so this one is for you <;33

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered your fav show/book because i have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more Eddie fics xoxo

Ever since the move to LA, the shitty rental Billy had paid for was getting on Eddie's last nerve. Not because it was constantly too hot inside and too cold outside, not because of the lack of air conditioning, not because of the thin ass walls and not because of the way the sun never seemed to set enough that it wouldn't peak under his curtains when he was trying to sleep. The thing about the house in LA that got on his nerves the most was the fact that he couldn't escape you.

It wasn't that Eddie didn't like you - it was quite the opposite in that matter. Eddie really liked you, but it just seemed like you didn't like him, at least not anymore. Back in Pittsburgh, you and Eddie had been the best of friends, and you still were, but since you'd all moved into the same house, he'd noticed something; you never touched him.

Plenty of times had he seen you wrapped in a tight hug with Karen, her head atop your own as you hid your face in her shoulder, with one hand on the small of Camilla's back and the other holding her own as you danced around the kitchen together, Graham's legs intertwined with yours as you shared a blanket when the widows were wide open late at night - fuck, he'd even seen you tucked under Billy's arm with one arm wrapped around his waist as you made small talk.

But the worst was every time he saw you with Warren.

You were always together, seemingly inseparable in the way he thought the two of you had been back in Pittsburgh and it hurt. Everywhere he looked, if you weren't touching someone else, you were touching Warren. Holding his hand as you walked through the house or with his head in your lap (or yours in his) on the couch as you watched some shitty rerun, his arms wrapped around your waist as he held you from behind as the two of you stood together, his hands pulling you close to him as you cuddled up in his lap late at night in the living room, your hands in his hair as the two of you shared a blunt, or three, on the porch late at night. He couldn't escape it or the thought that that should be him.

Eddie longed to be close to you in a way you didn't seem to want with him. Boy, if only he knew how wrong he was.

In all the years you'd known Eddie, he hadn't been one for touchiness. If your hand brushed his he'd always been quick to pull it away, or if you reached for a hug he turned it into a quick side hug then carried in with whatever he was doing. As far as you were concerned, you were just respecting Eddie's wishes to be left alone.

Warren was happy to fill the needed affection you often sought out. He, himself, was quite the lover - always one to take a cuddle and hold onto a hug for way longer then most would deem appropriate - which was exactly what you needed. The two of you had spent many nights in bed together in LA just for the company of it, and not that you didn't like it, you just wished it was with someone else, instead.

"You coming to bed, sweet girl?" Warren asked with a tired drawl to his words, extending a hand out to you while the other held the remainder of his joint to his lips.

"In a little." You hummed back, taking a hit out the joint he offered out to you, the joint being held to your lips by Warren instead of taking it into your own hands. "I'm not tired enough to sleep."

Warren pulled the joint back to his lips, his other hand coming to brush your hair out of your eyes and behind your ear, his hand resting against your hair and keeping you tucked in the crook of his neck. "You want me to wait up with you? Or you can come keep my company? I'll put on some Fleetwood Mac, it'll help you sleep, baby girl."

That was another thing that had Eddie seething. The constant nicknames you let the others call you. Back in Pittsburgh, Eddie was the only one who'd ever called you anything but your name, and now he was the only one who didn't. Karen called you sweet-pea, Camilla called you sunshine as did Graham and even Billy, but Warren? Warren called you whatever he liked; sweet girl, baby girl, baby, doll, his.

"No, it's okay Warren, you go to bed." Warren scooped you up in his arms, placing you down in the spot next to Graham who had already opened up his blanket for you, then pressed a kiss to your cheek. "I'll leave the door open for you."

You let your head fall to Graham's shoulder, who pulled his arm out from between the two of you and wrapped it over the back of the sofa. He allowed you to tangle your legs up in his pyjama covered ones, making sure you were comfortable before he turned his attention back to the tv screen.

"You and Warren are sleeping together?" Karen had been the one brave enough to ask, the conversation between the two of you not unnoticed by the rest of the group - it being the only thing to break the silence in the past 40 minutes. 

All heads turned to you, attention suddenly on something that had the potential to be more interesting then the rerun of Scooby-doo that had just started. "Not like that." You answered softly, eyes still focused on the cartoon dog and his gang on friends, not noticing how everyone else was now looking at you. "We both just like the company of it. I don't think either of us realised how lonely it would be coming out to LA."

"Cute." Camilla mused, a warm smile curling on her lips as she took in that even in your sleep you were reaching out for the touch and warmth of someone else.

"You're always welcome in my bed, sweet-pea." Karen added, a smile curling on her own lips as she managed to take your attention away from the tv. "I swear you run cold. Would be nice in the LA heat."

"You can't steal my blanket buddy." Graham gasped, pulling you tighter against him and furiously tucking the blanket around the two of you. "She's the perfect amount of cold. The windows open, with the blanket, with y/n is the perfect temperature for me."

"I'm going to have to pass on that one Karen, unless you want to come down to my room." You countered her offer with a soft smile, attention moving back to the tv once more. "Warren says your room is haunted."

Laughter spread through out the room as you sided with Warren even in his absence; he was so sweet to you, and that's what friends do, so how could you not?

"What?" You asked, laughing yourself. "We left it empty until your arrival for a reason." That caused another round of laughter to break out in the room, save for Eddie who's brow tightened at the way everyone laughed at you, looked at you. If he hadn't been so caught up in his own angst, then maybe he would've noticed the way you spared a concerned glance his way.

A particularly loud shout of "scoob!" from the TV had everyone's attention turned back to the cartoon, everyone except yours, your eyes, laced with concern, lingering on Eddie. Something was going on and you were going to get to the bottom of it without doubt.

By the end of the episode, only you, Graham and Eddie remained in the room. Graham was fast asleep, his head leaning against yours making you trapped in his hold, and Eddie was sat in the armchair against the wall, legs curled into the seat and a bottle of warm beer in his hands that he'd been nursing for the last half an hour.

As the intro to the next rerun of Scooby-doo blasted from the TV, Graham startled awake, literally jumping out of his seat and pulling the blanket with him. He grumbled some attempt at what you thought was a goodnight, and stumbled sleepily out of the room, the warmth of him and the blanket leaving you alone on the couch.

Eddie stood, though with more awareness then Graham and turned to you with a tight lipped smile. Before you could ask him to stay a while, not wanting to be alone when you were still not ready to go bed with Warren, he turned for the kitchen, coming with back two new, cold beers in hand. He held one out for you, then almost jumped away in shock when you grabbed his wrist instead of the bottle. You quickly pulled your hand away from his, chiding yourself for forgetting Eddie didn't like to be touched, and curling into yourself. "Sit with me? Please?"

Eddie could never say no to you. So, he sat down on the couch, though made sure to keep a good bit of distance between the two of you, then handed your your beer, watching as you took a quick swig of the cold liquid.

"So, you and Warren?" Eddie couldn't help himself from asking, even though Karen had only an hour ago, too caught up in the fact it wasn't him to take notice of the sweet, friendly, moment you and Warren had shared earlier.

"Not like that, I already told you guys."

"You sure?" Eddie asked again, and though he had a teasing lilt to his words, you could feel a sense of something more behind them - some kind of worry, or something, you weren't entirely sure.

"Positive. He's just a friend." Taking another swig of your ice cold beer, you remained focused on the tv, really enjoying the antics of Scooby-doo and mystery inc in your effort to fall asleep.

"Really?" Eddie asked, his teasing tone coming off more in a way of disbelief now. "Cause he asked you to 'come to bed'."

"I sleep in Warren's bed most nights." You explained, coming clean for the first time about how often you actually found yourself in the curly-haired, brunettes bed. "We both like the company."

"And how did that start?" Eddie's asked, one arm stretching out over the back of the sofa in your direction. Though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he was slowly testing the waters of how close he could get to you, see if he, himself, was the reason you never touched him or if it was something else entirely.

"We were both out smoking late, then it got cold. Warren suggested we move it inside, and I reminded him of how Cami said she hates it when the living room stinks of shit." You paused, taking another sip from your beer, your fingers running across the droplets of water that were forming across the outside of the glass bottle. "Warren offered we go to his room so my room wouldn't get cold when we opened the window. We both fell asleep and ended up all tangled together the next morning. Neither of us wanted to get up cause we were too comfy, so I promised him I'd come back the next night if we got out of bed and got to practice. Now it's just become routine."

Though you'd given a pretty concise and accurate explanation of your relationship with Warren, Eddie was certain there was something more, something that made you act like that with Warren and not him, some kind of feelings or something that made it different.

"Yeah, but I think we all thought you guys were together before tonight." Eddie continued, your gaze breaking away from the tv just for a moment to meet his eyes. You'd never thought anyone thought you and Warren were together because of the way you acted - otherwise people would've thought you were dating everyone in the band. "Y'know, with all the times he's holding your hand, or your sat in his lap, giving him a hug. It just looks like you're together - are you sure you aren't?"

"I'm like that with everyone." You dismissed, eyes unmoving from the TV, worried that if you looked at Eddie you'd see something you didn't want to - disgust, repulsion, or some other kind of thing that told you he thought you were weird. Though, when push came to shove, you knew you wouldn't care what Eddie thought - whatever you and Warren had made it that much easier to be in LA, and you couldn't be more grateful for it.

"Not with me." He whispered, sipping from the cool beer that he had held against his lips, eyes moving away from your figure and back to the tv with a huff.

"What did you say?" You asked, warmth and all together y/n-ness dropping from your face as your turned your entire body to face him, your knees now bent up on the couch.

Eddie was done acting like he didn't care. If things went bad tonight it gave him just another reason to add to the list of why he hated the band and this stupid house. He had a bone to pick and he wasn't going to back down now he had the ample opportunity to speak out about it. "I said, not with me."

Eddie didn't give you the chance to cut in edge way with an explanation or an apology - though he didn't know exactly what would leave your mouth. He'd never really considered what was going on in your head about not touching him - only really focused on the fact that, once again, he seemed to be the one left out.

"You get all cuddly and shit with everyone else except me. Your always hugging Karen or Camilla, snuggled up with Graham, don't even get me started on how you're all over Warren and Billy - even Billy - you've hugged him more times here in LA then I think we've talked!"

"No I haven't." Your words came out in a whisper, suddenly unsure of everything that had happened in the past few months since you'd moved to LA. "You're my best friend Ed's, i don't ignore you, don't say that."

"That's not my point." Eddie let out a sigh, calming down immediately as he took notice of the way you moved further into the arm of the couch when he raised his voice a little. Taking a second to compose himself, he ran a hand over his face, placing down his beer on the coffee table in front of you two. "It seems like you want to, y'know, do all that with everyone but me. And I guess, what I'm trying to say is - why not me? Did I do something?"

Your heart broke at the crestfallen look of Eddie's face. "I thought you didn't like to be touched." You murmured, beginning to think you'd read into his actions a little too much - maybe he just needed the time to warm up to you touching him first - you'd never considered he'd feel left out by what you thought was what he wanted. "Whenever I've tried to touch you, you've brushed me off. I just figured that was you way of being nice about it, y'know, letting me down gently or whatever. I didn't think-"

You paused, reflecting on when the last time you'd even tried to touch Eddie had been, when the last time you'd called him Ed's had been, when the last time you'd held a conversation with him that wasn't in a group setting had been. "I don't know what I thought."

Your arms were wrapped around your knees, holding them close to your chest as you rested your chin on them, looking up at Eddie woefully. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I never meant to make you feel that way."

"Birdie..." He almost, whimpered, wanting to reach out for a hug but not knowing where to begin. How could he? He couldn't remember the last time someone had given him one. What if he did it wrong?

Standing from your seat, remote in hand, you flicked the TV off, quickly placing it down beside Eddies abandoned bottle. You offered your open hand out to him.

Eddie cautiously took it, your hands cupping each others and Eddie letting your thumb run over the flesh of his knuckles. You pulled Eddie behind you, careful not to move too quickly as to let his hand slip from yours, or to wake anyone else up. In a way, it felt wrong to be doing this with someone who wasn't Warren, in another, you'd never been more excited for anything.

Leading Eddie into your room, you urged him to get into your bed, closing the door gently behind you. Turning around, you were surprised to see him stood staring at you in confusion.

"I mean, I would've settled for hug or something - I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong." He rushed out his words as he spoke, trying to convey all his feelings on the matter before he could hurt your feelings in any capacity. "I'm just- I didn't say what I said to try and replace whatever you and Warren have, I'm not, I'm not that kind of guy. At least, I don't want to be."

"I already told you." You whispered, reaching out for his hand again as you crossed the room to meet him. "Just friends. Besides." You pulled him with you into the bed, pulling the duvet up from where it'd been kicked off the bed and onto the floor the last time you and Warren had stayed in here, and over the two of you. "No one I'd rather share it with."

Eddie froze for a moment, not quite believing the words that had just graced his ears. Turning on his side to face you, he found you already looking at him, one of your hands reaching out for his under the covers and intertwining your fingers. "Really? No one else?"

"No one else." You confirmed, shuffling closer to Eddie as you whispered your answer into the darkness of the room. "I love Warren, but sometimes it's an absolute fight sleeping in a bed with him."

"Yeah?" Eddie giggled, giggled, completely flustered by the new and close proximity the two of you were sharing.

"Yeah." You answered, slipping one of your legs between Eddie's and putting the other atop him own, pulling the two of you even closer together. Now pressed chest to chest, there was nowhere to look except the others eyes. "He kicks, he scratches and by God does he snore. Keeps me nice and warm though. Brings good company."

"I can be good company." Eddie proposed, an unsaid question lingering the words shared just between the two of you.

"I bet you can, Ed's." You answered, eyes flickering between his and his lips, catching him doing the same when you tried to meet his eyes again.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours in a featherlight kiss, holding the kiss for a long while as he tried to express everything that had built up inside of him since the arrival to LA, and everything he'd already thought since high school. You snaked your arms up between the two of you, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him even closer to you, deepening the kiss as you did so. Eddie hummed into you, pulling away from the kiss only to lean back in, pressing a series of quick as chaste kisses to your lips.

No other words were said that night, you nuzzling into the crook Eddie's neck and Eddie resting his head atop yours - not without pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, however. The two of you fell asleep rather quickly, the late night catching up with you in the warmth of tangled limbs, a messily thrown on duvet and the LA heat. You slept right through the night till late the next morning, neither of you shifting away from the position you'd fallen asleep in, except to burrow further into the other every time one of you felt them pull away.

You would've slept for longer, in fact, curled into each other and dreaming about what would happen on nights going forward, if it weren't for the fact Warren came barging into the room with a loud cry of your name the following morning.

"Y/n!" He shouted, causing both you and Eddie to stir from your sleep, neither of you moving from the arms of the other despite his loud arrival. "I was worried sick! I woke up and you weren't here I thought you'd been kidnapped or something!"

Warren collapsed on top of you, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could given the barrier of the duvet. His sudden weight on top of you had your groaning in protest, however, it was Eddies voice that had Warren springing from his position and out of your bed.

Eddie never got the opportunity to ask Warren to get off of you, Warren running from the room with a cry of 'y/n slept with Eddie instead of me,' that gained the attention of everyone else in the house.

Neither you nor Eddie cared though, closing your eyes once more after you shared a quick, soft kiss, falling back asleep in the comfort of each others hold, something - you thought - that you should've been doing a long time ago.

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CONGRATS DELLA<333333

There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

steve harrington (what did you expect honestly) + the prompt/hc/idk of eating at some tiny diner at 2am because why not?? (i hope that's ok)

once again, congrats<3

Thank you my love 🥰🥰🥰

(trying 2nd person 😬, we'll see how it goes) (not proofread)

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"No, stop thinking! No thoughts, just answer!"

"Steve, this is a big question, it's the middle of the night, we're running out of gas, we could get kidnapped for all we know, it's a big question."

"Honey," the endeared irritation apparent in his tone, even though he was keeping his eyes on the road and you couldn't see his face. "Diner or truckstop? Exit's comin' up."

"Uhh..."

"Pick now, pick now, pick now," he urged you on as he started to veer off towards the exit.

"Diner!"

"Perfect! And it's right here." The neon sign lit up the spaces between the trees and the snowglow through the winter air made it seem like the forest lining the road was glowing.

He pulled in and found the closest spot to the entrance, just to make you more comfortable. "You got your jacket?" he asked you.

"I threw it in the trunk."

"Just keep mine then." It was laying over your lap for half the ride anyway, a perfect blanket.

"You can't not wear a jacket, you'll freeze."

"You can't wear a frozen jacket."

"Then we'll share."

"Wha-" But you were already waving him out of the car.

"Put it on."

"Baby, no"

"Put it on and come here. Come on, come on. We don't have all day, I'm freezing already."

He finally, reluctantly, put it on and you pulled his arms tight around you with your back to his chest. "Right foot first. Whaa! No, your other right."

"It's icy, babe, be careful. And my right is your right."

"My right is your right when you haven't been driving for 4 hours. This foot, Vermont shuffle, come on."

It was the longest minute ever, the kind of freezing that makes your joints hurt just thinking about it seeping into your bones and making the three yards into the diner more like an exodus.

Both of you sighed the moment the warmth of indoor heating touched your skin. He spun you around and pushed your arms under his jacket, holding you close with the hot skin of his back against your cold palms.

The obvious display of affection didn't stop the clearly overtired hostess from offering a sweet smile.

"Hi, uh, two please?" Steve asked through chattering teeth.

"Right this way." She sat you both at a wraparound booth right under a vent and Steve wrapped his coat back around your shoulders as soon as you were settled.

"Thank you, and could we have 2 coffees please?"

She nodded and went off to grab the pot. "You should sleep the rest of the way, don't have another coffee." You said as you smushed closer to him, part for the warmth, mostly just because he's him.

"I know, they're both for you. But you know you can wake me up right? Even if it's just to tell me whatever random thought popped into your head? Or you can't figure out the radio, whatever you want."

"Yes, I know, but I also know that I want you to sleep. I don't want you all grumpy tomorrow."

"I won't be grumpy."

"You'd be so grumpy. You'd be hiding behind your sunglasses all day, and asking me when we can go home. Na-ah, don't even argue."

The waitress came back and Steve ordered for you since you couldn't speak through your mouth full of coffee.

***

"You're kidding." You slapped your palm against the table at Steve's gossip about the kids.

"I am not, I got this straight from Dustin. And he got it right from Max."

"Max didn't tell you?"

"No, why would she?"

"Because you're the biggest gossips I know! You two plus Eddie in one room and that's half of Hawkins' rumor mill,” you said.

"We are not."

"Absolutely you are, eat your breakfast-dinner, I need you sleeping."

"Why, you don't want my charming, irresistible company?"

"No, I do, you know I do, but we literally just had this conversation, and your snores make much better company than grumpy old man Steve."

He gasped and clutched his chest, he's been spending too much time with Eddie. "I am not an old man."

"Mhm, worse than Hopper sometime," you picked up his fork, "but if you sleep, there's no old man." He let you bring the fork to his mouth and spoke once he swallowed.

"That sounds way too ominous, like you're trying to poison me."

"What? How!?"

"'No old man' like I'm never gonna make it to old man."

"Hmm...Do you want to be old?"

"Like now? Or just eventually old?"

"Eventually."

"I mean, yeah? I get to be old with you right?"

"Yeah, why, is that a must?"

"Absolutely it is."

"You wanna be with me when you're old and bald?"

"No no, honey, Harrington's don't bald. Have you seen those pictures of my grandpa in the hallway? How many full heads of grey hair have you ever seen?"

"I can't say very many."

"Exactly, a Harrington specialty. And we'd have a cat, when we're old. "

“Nursing home roomies?”

He looked practically offended at the notion. “Nursing home?! Absolutely not, no way, we spent however long raising those kids, the least they could do is take care of us.”

“Hmm, so no nursing home, only kids—“ “and the cat.” “—and the cat. What if they’re mean to us? Elder abuse.”

“No no, our kids are too good for that. They wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Have you been planning this? Is this what you’re thinking about when Robin calls me because you’re staring off into space?”

“No way baby, this is straight off the cuff.”

“Flying off the handle.”

The hand back over the chest and a shoulder nudging yours. “Rude.”

“Drink your juice.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Kinda late in the day to ask, but will there be a family dinner?

Yes, a short little something. The big introduction to Abel. By this time, the family obviously knew what was going on. Jax was determined to be biologically Abel's, and he was granted joint custody. Posie at this point, has not officially moved in.

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Thanks Daddy

Summary:  Abel meets the Drysdale’s

Pairings:  the Drysdale’s

Rating:  cute

Warnings: bad language words, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.9K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

The Drysdale's Masterlist

"Jamey, don't start," Iris warns when she gets the text that her and Jax are almost there. "They're in that little bitty car of Posie's so you know they're uncomfortable.

"About that," Carter starts, and James is already shaking his head no. "Listen, I'm the godfather, and Story and I never had to do anything for her. They're going to drown, and they don't have to. Story and Mrs. Drysdale couldn't stand it, and already took her and Abel shopping for clothes. AND," Carter adds in louder, "That car is too small for them as a family."

James slumps back a bit more in his chair and glares at him. "She can get a Honda for all I care."

"No," Story adds in the conversation. "I've been doing my research, and Volvo makes some really cute smaller SUVs. Plus, they're very high rated with safety."

"I don't need you two to buy my kid a car."

"We know you don't," Carter leans closer to James. "But could you at least pretend to be somewhat happy? That kid didn't ask for this life. He's been told god knows what by his mother. He knew exactly who Posie was, knew she was dating Jax, but he's three-years-old. I'll smack you on the back of the head if you're ugly to him."

James face softens a bit when Poppy crawls into his lap. Placing both hands on either side of his face, she makes him look at her, "Posie's bringing her baby."

"Posie doesn't have a baby, sweetheart."

"Yuh-huh, Abel, is her baby. Is he my cousin?" James looks up at Iris almost lost on what to say, and even Iris is a bit overwhelmed with her own daughter calling Abel, Posie's.

"He would be your nephew," Poppy's eyes go wide and she giggles up at James. "Keep her close, Sarge," Iris knows how much James stays calm around Poppy. Never wanting anything to upset his meek daughter.

With the sound of Opie's bike, all the kids leave the backyard and run towards the back entrance for the gentle giant, leaving Chris to look around confused. "They traded you for another giant," Beck tells him, standing beside Chris with his youngest girl. "How do you think I feel? You see the boys and Stella? Ellie goes wherever Otto goes, so I'm just a loser, huh?" he looks down at the little baby who only pushes her face up against him.

James grips tight to Iris when Jax and Posie come into view. Posie holding onto Abel, who seems to just cling to her, while she laughs up at something Jax. He blurts out, "What is your daughter wearing?"

"Hmm, that looks like the dress you bought me in our first year of marriage. It's cute on her. Is there a problem with it?"

"Not on you."

"Posie looks pretty. I'm gonna see her baby," James looks up at Iris again, and this time it's she who sits in his lap.

"Your ass is not helping."

"Jamey, behave."

Poppy pulls down on Abel's leg, and smiles up at him. With a quick look to Posie, he wiggles out of her grasp and runs along with Poppy so she can show him her bunny, Brooks following close beside them. Posie gently walks over to her dad, and gives him a kiss on the cheek, "Sorry, Pop kinda stole him," Jax extends a hand out to James, who gives him his own with a shake.

"Posie," Carter calmly speaks, and doesn't stop when James kicks him. "Your car is too small."

"I'm working on that Mr. Baizen," Jax tells him.

"Well, since I didn't really get to play a big part in her life, her parents did such a wonderful job," Carter kicks at James leg this time. "I want to buy you guys a family car. No questions asked. And don't just try to get the cheapest thing either. I want something comfortable and safe for everyone. Speaking of shopping," he looks over at Iris who grimaces when James grips her tight again.

"The woman that came to inspect the apartment was because a call was made into CPS about a girlfriend that comes and goes," Jax grits his tongue, pretty much assuming who placed the call.

"I don't come and go."

"You're not a permanent residence. Posie is going to need a psyche eval, background check, drug test," Iris turns to glare at James when he grips too tight again. "Matt also thinks it might be in everyone's best interest to actually move in."

"No."

"I'm already living there though. So if that's the case, fine."

"Also, Abel needs his own space. Sleeping on the couch isn't going to cut it, you two. He needs a bed, needs a room with a door."

"And furniture," Carter adds in.

"My study room," Jax shakes his head. "I don't need a room dedicated to my studies. It's a room. It's small, but a toddler bed would fit in it," Jax still shakes his head. "I can study in the bedroom, it's not that big of a deal. It's a small desk, it'll fit in there, too. But we have to think about Abel."

"And you have to graduate college," Iris gives him a soft smile, realizing that he is worried about her daughter's well being along with his son's.

"We can find you a bigger apartment."

"Mr. Baizen, I appreciate all that you're trying to do. But, the apartment is in a decent location. It's close to her school. And it's plenty big enough. We'll make due for now. The car and furniture really isn't necessary."

"Jaxy, he won't say no. Just let Carter and Ree buy the furniture. And I'm still keeping the Mini. I love my car."

She pulls Jax away, needing to run off with the kids a bit. "Your daughter is growing up too fast. I told you to put a book on her head."

"Mr. Grumpy pants, you're squeezing the shit out of me. Look," she directs him to look over at Posie trying to coax Abel and Poppy to run around with the other kids. "They're sweet."

"Yeah, okay, grandma, ow," he says again when Iris elbows him. "What was that for."

"I'm not a grandma," Carter starts laughing hysterically followed by Ransom who overheard and had to get in on roasting his daughter. "I'm not."

"Baby Doll, Posie is taking the roll of step-mother with the child. You're a grandma," he laughs but stops to say ow. "A grandma at the ripe old age of thirty-nine."

"No, he's not calling me grandma. My kids don't even call my mom that. No."

"Mimi, Pummy, and Gigi are out, Ris. What cha going to come up with?" she gets up off of him to walk away, "Hey! I like your ass right back where it was."

"Excuse me?" Ransom asks.

"Carter got Story pregnant again," he answers walking away quickly.

"Again?" Ransom asks eyes narrowing at Carter. "Iclynn is how old?"

"She's uh...you see when a man loves a woman."

"Did the doctor even clear you?" Carter nods his head. "You two are worse than fucking teenagers. You got your girl. What the hell. Six kids, you've got six."

"About to be seven. And it's real early in the pregnancy, James and Iris were the only ones who knew. Backstabbing, asshat."

"And then you're done?" Carter can only shrug. "Oh, you think you figured out the secret to having girls? What if this is a boy?"

"She's the only one who hasn't had twins, so...Irish twins, and Otto said Iclynn needed a friend."

"She's already has five of them. Wait...they're not even going to be a year apart? What is wrong with you two. Kitten! Wait until I tell you what our daughter has been keeping from us. You're too fertile. I was beginning to like you," Ransom needs to walk away and Carter is left there looking around for his baby girl. Spotting her being held tightly by Lucy, and he needs his baby.

James tries not to pout, while he watches his daughter run around with all the kids, Jax included. He knows he's scowling when he sees Iris bend down to whisper something in the little blonde boy's ear. Pointing at him. He gives a big wave to James, who smiles waving back. "You're a big softie with the kids," Beck goes to sit beside James.

"Don't act like you know what I'm going through."

"Wasn't going to. You and Iris raised a good kid. She's smart, kind, a bit of a mother hen to her siblings and cousins, she loves deeply, and this sucks. But look at her," James watches as Jax catches her, and pulls her up for a kiss. "Now, I'm not saying that you don't have a reason to be upset, but that...man, she's happy. He's happy, and that little boy, he's happy."

Able jumps up and down, and reaches up for Jax and Posie, and with a bit more difficulty, he pulls him up too. "You were all welcoming to me. It's not easy being the step parent, but it's rewarding."

"You were grown."

"And I wish I knew Ellie when she was younger. I don't even look at Ellie as Aster's kid, and then the others are our kids. Ellie's mine too. Got the papers to prove it. Just take it easy on her. I know you were doing good, and then this happened, but she needs her dad. She'll always need you."

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James pulls Posie to the side, "I wanna talk to you," Posie calmly smooths down her dress, and looks up at her dad, giving him a sympathetic smile. "I have every right to be angry at the situation."

"Daddy..."

"No, listen. I have every right, I do. You're only eighteen, and things have changed so much for you. You should be enjoying your first year in college."

"I am"

"Posie, let me talk. You should be going out with your friends, and being a kid with responsibilities, but you jumped from that, to full fledge wife and mom. I know you're not married, please don't let that be the next surprise. Just, no more surprises. Boyfriend, moving in with boyfriend, and boyfriend's kid, that's it. Understood?" she gives her dad a big smile. "I am trying, baby, I promise. It's hard for me to see you in the actual mother role. It's hard for me to see your life pulled away from you."

"How is my life different than mom's when she was eighteen? She was in her dorm, fully committed to you. She didn't go out and party unless you were in town. And then I happened. Daddy, I'm happy, believe me. Yeah, this was unexpected, but I love them. I've been around kids my whole life. Other than Ellie and Otto, there's a ten year gap between me and Z. Can you trust me?"

"I do, Posie. I'm sorry. No more surprises though."

"None. Thanks," Abel runs up beside Posie and looks up at James. "You finally decided to say hey."

"Yeah, Lovie said you're gumpy," while Posie laughs, James looks at him confused. He squats down in front of him, and asks him to repeat that. "Lovie, her said you're gumpy. Gumpy pants."

"Grumpy Pants. Lovie, is Iris?"

"Yeah, her not old enough to be grandma."

"Right. Well, you tell Lovie, I'm too happy to be Grumpy."

"No, you frown a lot," Abel giggles, and clings to Posie's leg.

"I frown, because...well, I guess I'm Grumpy. Is that what you're gonna call me? I'm now dubbed Grumpy? Posie is having no kids, because I don't want to be called that."

"It's cute dad. And you got four and a half years before we even think about that."

"Hush."

"Gumpy."

"It's stuck isn't it?" both Abel and Posie just nod their heads. "Fine go tell Lovie and the wild bunch it's time to leave."

Abel runs off to find Poppy, and Posie goes to her dad, giving him a big hug, "Thanks daddy."

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[swigglecroissant-blog]

Huh - JTK smut

Tw: nsfw, sexual content, uno.

Of all the things he'd done, this, was by far the strangest.

Seated across from me was a damp, messy, black haired man I'd been married to for two years.

We decided to keep in tonight, and since our home had little in terms of fun and boredom killers, we settled on playing card games, the tv droning in the background about the life of a serial killer.

Heh, ironic.

I placed a yellow seven on the pile of multicolored cards, giving him a look as I drew back.

He matched my intensity with a yellow three, holding my gaze with equal ferocity. I glanced at my hand, getting my bearings, and settled on a green three, leaving me with a single card.

"Uno"

His eyes snapped back to mine, his two cards firm in his hands.

A red three.

I couldn't help it, and I released a haughty chuckle at his unsuspecting scrutiny.

He simply looked on, daring me to make the next move. So I did.

My draw four had been saved for almost 7 whole rotations, giving me the strength I needed to not crumble under Jeff's glare.

Slamming it down I jumped off the floor we were seated giving a shout of victory as the loser on the flip side of the coffee table groaned and flopped backwards, head in his hands.

"Grahh! You always winn! There's no wayyyy you're not cheating!" He complained, throwing his arms up to somehow prove his statement.

"Hah, I do not! You're just a sore loser. We can play again if you'd like to test that theory," I teased him back, hoping we'd give it another go so I could take him down one last time.

"No way! My ego's fragile enough!"

I began packing Uno carefully into it's box, looking to see if we dropped any others, and set it back in the center drawer of the coffee table separating us.

We both got up and stretched our legs and arms, the intensity of the game not so welcome on our joints. This gave me a great view of Jeff's lower back and almost, his buttocks. I gazed at my husband's physique, something that always amazed me.

No matter how scarred or blanched his skin was, how greasy or damaged his hair could be, how dirty his clothes and under his fingernails got, he was still as fine as the day I met him.

He turned around, almost catching me checking him out, and made his way to sit down on the couch. I sat next to him, my feet pulled to my left as we sat and watched the documentary.

At some point as the hosts were explaining the gruesome murders of BTK I dozed off, Jeff's arm wrapped around me had given me comfort and I fell asleep against him.

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I awoke to the jingle of the antique grandfather clock signaling twelve o'clock.

The second to last chime was out of tune of the rest, a sort of ominous sound that used to scare me, but now I welcomed the discord of the hand-me-down piece. I had picked it up from a sale in town, the knick knack shop had kept it on display for years, even more evident in the newspaper snippets in the library and school bulletins.

Its wear and tear evident in the sun damage and moisture in it's woodwork. Its hands were almost two hours slow, and the doors to let the rotating track out had to be oiled and repaired.

Even now I can hear the tiny whirring noises as bears, deer, birds, and wolves come out from behind their mahogany doors and spin or lift their heads to greet the outdoors.

A very beautiful clock, one of our first decorations as we settled into our married life.

I slowly raise my head from Jeff's lap being careful not to wake his snoring form. He doesn't stir, and I stand with a yawn and stretch.

The late night show host is talking with a celebrity I didn't recognize, a new movie about social injustice for women in the workplace. I turned to Jeff, wanting the company, and gently shook his shoulder, being careful not to be too aggressive, as he'd accidentally knocked me in the nose once before.

He shifted and his eyes opened, giving me a good look at those beautiful blue pools. I stared at him as he yawned and look back at me. "What time is it, baby?" He asked between a grand yawn. I chucked and replied, "about three minutes past twelve."

"Oh shit, we were out two hours then."

I sat back down and cuddled up next to him, reaching for the remote and browsing until settling on an old cartoon channel playing reruns of Tom and Jerry.

We sat in silence for the most part, save for the chuckles as Tom would hit Jerry with a frying pan, leaving him in that shape, or Jerry would catch Tom's tail in a mousetrap.

I would occasionally sneak glances to my right, seeing Jeff's reactions and if he was falling asleep again. I would catch him looking sometimes, though he quickly turned his head away, focusing on the show. I could feel his fingers twitch around my shoulder, making me jump at certain points.

I could slowly feel his hand start to creep up my shoulder, my neck, into my hair, caressing my scalp and running his fingers through my locks.

"Am's"

I turned to look at Jeff, curiosity as well as excitement leading me on.

He pulled my head to his, crashing our lips together. Our teeth clacking slightly, making me give a muffled giggle, and he smiled against my lips. Our mouths melded together, saliva getting mingled, our tongues playing together, dancing almost. He was holding the back of my head, entangling his fingers deeper into my blonde roots.

Our kisses got even hotter, even closer, as he brought his hands to my chest, opening his eyes for the okay from me, receiving it as I touched his chest and thighs. We ravaged each other as we went into heat, grasping for the air the other breathed, the feelings the other felt.

I let out a yelp as I was pulled onto his lap, his hands making easy work at removing the tank top I chose to relax in, my sweatpants being discarded as I unbuttoned his jeans and practically ripped off his black T-shirt.

We were left in our undergarments as we continued our lustful interaction. I hadn't worn a bra for the sake of being comfortable, and I had caught him taking glances at my hardened nipples from the cool spots in our house, this made my excitement for the main event even stronger. There was a hole in his navy blue boxers, alerting me that he hadn't thrown them away like I'd asked.

"Why" a kiss, "do" another, "you still" a longer one this time, him sucking on my tongue roughly, "ha-aaave these?" I finally express, he simply ignores it and begins pawing at my throbbing heat.

"Mmh, baby you're so wet for me huh?" He slips a finger aside my panties, ones I probably should have changed, considering they were of the "granny" variety, and drags it along my folds, almost slipping it inside, but catches himself, probably to make me beg for it.

I don't even give him the chance.

I quickly grab his hand and arm and position his finger to go straight inside me, practically melting into his touch as his warm hand touches the spongy underside of my dripping c*nt.

"Hna- aahh ohh GOD Jeffy that feels so good." I twitch and writhe as I ride his finger for all it's worth. He crooks it inside me and I see stars, my vision blurring as I collapse into him.

God did I need this.

He pushed another digit alongside the other one, scissoring them immediately, causing me to give a gasp and a moan into his collarbone.

I'm roughly pushed down by my shoulders onto his fingers as I try to make sense of my own name, the pleasure being too great as I nibble and suck at his neck, to try and get him to stop perhaps, but also to let the ministrations never end.

My p*ssy aches and clenches as he removes his fingers, bringing them to my mouth so I can suck them and taste my salty fluids. He brings his other hand to his boxers and brings them down past his sack.

I am met with an almost mouth watering sight. His head is dripping with prec*m, the shaft fully hard, it twitches as I look at it, giving away his arousal. I look up to meet his eyes, the fire blazing in sync as we share a wordless gaze.

Let's make love.

Let's procreate.

Let's f*ck.

Hold me.

Touch me.

Love me.

F*ck me.

F*ck me right now on this discount couch from a two year old Sears catalogue.

And oh did he.

I could barely comprehend what had happened when I was pulled forward and his tip breached my aching heat. He bottomed out in a matter of seconds, filling me completely, with some to spare.

"H-h HAAHH NO nonononoooo mmmngh!"

I couldn't even form coherent sentences as he dragged his c*ck in and out of my heat. It wasn't even painful as my abused insides grasped at the intrusion.

I bounced in tandem with his hands on my hips, his thrusts matching mine. Our skin clapped together, reverberating around the room, overlapping the tv and whatever Jerry or Tom or whoever were doing. I couldn't tell at this point, the only thought on my mind was the man inside me.

Our breaths were staggering as we swayed to find release. His grip got tighter and he began roughly f*cking up into me. The wetness I was feeling was all over his thighs and I could feel it every time my cheeks slapped against them.

"C'mon, Am's, c*m for me. C*m on my c*ck. You're such a good girl, riding me like that, a f*cked out mess soaking my lap."

"Mmnh, ah! O-oh Jeff it's co-ooominggg! Ha aaahhhh it feels so goooood!" At this point I was humping him like my life depended on it, my moans coming out like a p*rn star.

He feels so good, his length was so big it left no area inside me untouched, barely having to aim for any specific spot, leaving me listless and writhing in almost any position.

"Yeah c'mon c*m, c*m on my c*ck inside you. I wanna feel you squeeze me." He removes a hand from my waist, trading positions to rub my puffy cl*toris, the extra stimulation making my hips buck into his hand, giving me even more pleasure.

"Hmmn-AHHH AH HAAA! OH GOD NNNNGHH." I came. Hard.

It was almost concernably long as his ministrations on my overstimulated nub drove me over the edge and a mile down. I was sputtering and crying, tears welling in my eyes as sobs wracked my body, causing me to twitch and rub against his pubic bone.

I buried my head in his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life, biting his collarbone to silence the shout that was inevitably going to rise, and ground against him. I could feel his hot seed flow into me, filling me even further and seeping out around his pulsing member.

I collapsed completely into him, our bodies relaxing and calming down. We held each other's sweaty and panting forms as we came down from our highs.

He pulled out with a deafening "pop" and a squelch. I could feel the warmth between my legs slowly run out, sliding down my no doubt pink thighs. Jeff fell limp and slid himself back into his boxers. I raised myself up and flopped down to his left again, spreading my legs to be more comfortably and cool down.

Not wanting s*men on the couch,  I got up and walked to the hallway bathroom. I quickly relieved myself before grabbing a wash cloth and wetting it to wipe the mess between my legs. Jeff came into the door frame, glass of water and T-shirt in hand, and sent both on the counter. I grabbed his T-shirt and shrugged it on, pulling my hair out of the collar to be more comfortable.

I grabbed the glass of water and drank a few sips before rising shakily to my feet.

"Whoa there bambi, let me help you." Jeff took my arm over his shoulder, leaning me into him, and we walked to the master bedroom. Sitting me at our king sized bed, he went to our dresser to get me a new pair of underwear. He pulled the soaked panties from my quivering legs, throwing them to the dirty hamper, missing, and helped me put on the new ones.

"Thank you baby," I said with a hoarse voice, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Anytime, hon."

We got on our sides of the bed, me on the left as I liked the light of the morning, and him on the right, to save him from the burning of the sun as it shined in. He also took frequent bathroom breaks, leading me to always ask him to stop drinking so much coke before bedtime. He never listened though, his love for the sugary beverage put it on the shopping list every week.

We lay in bed looking at each other for a while, before I roll over and allow him to be big spoon as we drift off into a deserved sleep.

Huh, when did our life become so peaceful?

[one-sad-human]

•Worth It• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Velvet Revolver era! Duff Mckagan x Younger! Reader

Requested? Nope!

Theme: Little bit of everything/???

Warnings: Language, panic attacks, anxiety references, drug references

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Fic 2 of 2! This is the longest fic yet! Took a different approach to writing this one, hopefully it payed off. Let me know if you guys liked it or if I wasted my time with this one lol.

     You had met Duff in a coffee shop in LA. It was crowded and you were lucky enough to snag a chair before the lunch rush. Duff wasn't, and asked you if he could sit at your table.

     You grew up with Guns n Roses, bought his solo album the day it came out when you were just 15, and now listened to Velvet Revolver faithfully. To see your idol, your celebrity crush stand right in front of you holding a cup of coffee and a scone sent you for a loop.

     "Of course," you had said, starry eyed. You were only hoping he was as kind as the interviews made him out to be. Maybe have a conversation with you and be polite for a while before leaving and never seeing each you again. That would be good enough.

     It didn't end with a coffee, it had just begun. He asked for your number, and you stared at him for a moment thinking you had imagined it. That was until he tilted his head a little and looked at you with a nervous expression. He backtracked and you immediately stopped him.

     "No! I mean— yes! Yes, you can absolutely have my number." You scrambled for a pen and paper and ended up scratching your number on a receipt from the record store. You shook so hard you could barely get the numbers down.

     Out of all the record store receipts you've stuffed into your bag, the one you gave Duff Mckagan had to be the one for when you bought Velvet Revolver's 'Contraband.' He didn't say anything, just smiled and promised to call.

     You honestly didn't think he would've. You played it off as just him trying to be nice. It didn't stop you from answering every call you got for the next three days, however, even if you recognized the number as the tax collector you'd normally never answer.

     But then he called.

     "I tried calling sooner, but I kept calling the wrong number. You don't have the most eligible handwriting," he had told you. You laughed but really, you were in shock.

     You set up a date at the fancy restaurant downtown that always intimidated you. You didn't say anything though, even though you knew you wouldn't want any of the overpriced food and you'd end up eating something you couldn't pronounce and was two portions too small. Maybe even hit up a fast food joint afterwards.

     When the day finally came, you couldn't even figure out what to wear. You couldn't tell if you looked underdressed or like you were trying too hard. Did the clothes even fit the right way? What would Duff think? Would he even care?

     All questions were answered when you left your house. Duff was leaning against his slick car parked in your driveway, a button up that was barely buttoned and dress pants with boots. He stared at you and you wanted a hole in the ground to shallow you up until he smiles.

     "You look gorgeous," he said. You blushed and grinned, thanking him before saying that he looked great too. He drove you to the restaurant and on the way, you talked about music.

     You shared some of your favorites, he adored how well rounded you were. You liked pretty much everything from punk rock to the mellowest of mellow. Duff mentioned some of his favorites, some you made sure to remember the names of so you can check them out.

     When the ride was over and you finally got to the restaurant, your previous fears came back. Duff reassured you looked better than 90% of the people there and you knew it wasn't true but it made you feel better anyway.

     Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw the prices of the food. You knew it'd be pricey but you thought there'd be more options that stayed within two digit numbers.

     Duff saw your panicked expression and said not to worry, he'd pay. It didn't settle your nerves enough and when the waiter came, you ordered the cheapest and simplest thing you could find.

     "Chicken noodle soup?" He teased. You shyly looked down and shrugged. "This isn't your scene, is it?"

     "Not exactly, no."

     "Want me to be completely honest with you?" You nodded. "It's not mine either."

     That's all it took for you and Duff to scramble sheepishly out of the restaurant. You both shared a laugh in the car and went to Burger King. It was much more your speed and, as you'd find out that night, Duff's too. You suppose all the money he's had since such a young age didn't completely change his ways. He was like a kid trapped in a 40 year old man's body.

     You'd thought at first the age gap would feel strange, after all, you were 15 years younger than him. But after that night, it was barely noticeable. Funny looks from strangers every once in a while was nothing.

     By the second date, Duff was already aware fancy spots weren't your forte. He told you it was a surprise and to wear something cozy, as LA nights got chilly.

     He packed a picnic basket and drove you out to the most beautiful flower field you had ever seen at sunset. It was secluded and high up, giving a perfect view of the city skyline. After gawking and taking in the sights for a few moments, you regained your ability to speak.

     "It's gorgeous. Pretty far from the city, did you take me here to kill me?" You joked. He laughed and rolled his eyes. His lighthearted laugh sent sparks straight to your heart, and you decided that it was your favorite sound.

     You unfolded the blanket Duff brought and you both sat down. You ate the sandwiches and sliced fruit Duff packed and talked. You talked about everything, from your family to fears and insecurities.

You told him how you suffer from nightmares. Flashbacks from your broken childhood coming back to bite you in your sleep. Duff shared how he's suffered from panic attacks since he was a teenager. You felt you knew each other for years.

Neither of you felt weird for sharing and neither made the other insecure. You were completely open and honest with each other. It was strange, you've never connected to quickly and effortlessly with someone before. Sure, you've had men in your life, but never had you clicked with someone so fast, never had you fit with someone so perfectly.

Hours passed and it felt like minutes. Only did you realize how late and how exhausted you were when you saw most of the city buildings light have gone off for the night. The city that didn't sleep was dark.

"I should get you home," Duff said to you.

"Will you stay the night?" You felt a little silly for asking. Were things going too fast? Would he even want to stay over?

He agreed, and that's how your first night together went. You both stayed up even later and had more lighthearted conversations, unlike the ones that partook at the field. Like how one of Duff's first jobs was at a bakery and could bake a mean cake and how you can't cook to save your life.

You ended up waking up without remembering falling asleep. You're head was placed comfortably on Duff's lap while his head was lolled back against the couch cushion. He looked so serene and peaceful you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You made toast and somewhat successfully cooked some eggs and bacon. It might have been the first breakfast in years that didn't end with the smoke alarm going off.

Duff eventually wandered into the kitchen and you both ate. By the time he left, another date was already set up. He was like a drug an you were already hooked.

Months later and the addiction still wasn't kicked. You didn't want to, and Duff didn't seem to want you to quit either. You both soaked each other up like the sun on a warm day.

You had almost weekly dates and you stayed over each other's houses almost every other day. Duff did have his kids some days, though, so some days dates were cut short or Grace and Mae slept over his house and you wouldn't see each other.

You were always understanding, his kids came first and you'd never blame or get upset about it. It's something Duff admires about you, your never ending understanding and empathy for him.

One of those days where Duff stayed over at your house started normal. He cooked dinner and you washed the dishes, and then you put on an old Ramones concert you had on DVD.

You were laying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair when all of a sudden, he tensed up. He quickly stood and excused himself to the bathroom. You frowned but before you could think much of it, you heard a loud bang and something clatter to the ground.

You jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. You swung open the door because you were perfectly aware the lock hasn't worked since you moved in.

Duff was sitting on the floor, a pill bottle laying on its side not far from him. You quickly spot the name of the medication and identified it as your anti-anxiety pills. You shoved them aside and sat next to Duff.

He was sweating bullets and his skin felt cold and clammy, his breaths were labored and heartbeat was loud and pounding erratically. You coax him gently to take deep breaths, holding onto his hand tightly and talking quietly.

"I'm sorry, they come on randomly sometimes," he apologized after he'd called down, but you quickly shushed him. You reminded him of just how many nightmares he'd comforted you for and he stops feeling so bad about it.

     It was always a true partnership with Duff. Never had you felt you gave or took too much, it was always equal. Always a two way street, with everything.

That wasn't the last panic attack you had to help him come down from. Later down the line you've gotten better at calming him down and learning his triggers, even though sometimes they really do come on suddenly without reason.

A year into the relationship was when you met Grace and Mae. They were young and didn't completely understand why their parents weren't together anymore, so it took them a while to warm up to you. Luckily, they eventually came around.

Duff and Susan met up regularly to discuss their kids and co-parent properly. And while you had all the reason to be jealous of your boyfriend with his ex wife, you never did. You had complete confidence in him, he was honest and loyal and you doubted he'd ever hurt you purposely.

That's why it destroyed you when he left you. Tears were shed from both parties as he gave his reasons for breaking up with you. His insecurities he tried his best to bury had come to light and nothing could change his mind.

You thought you were completely honest with each other, but you suppose his doubt in his relationship with you was the one thing he kept secret. He had somehow convinced himself you'd be better without him, between the constant touring and the baggage that came with him and his kids, he finally buckled under the weight and stress.

You had tried to convince him that he was worth it, but if Duff is one thing it's stubborn. The best relationship you'd ever have and the best year of your life went down the drain within the matter of one conversation.

You were down in the dumps for days. You barely left your bed and didn't ever leave your house. You were in a depression and couldn't get out. A few of your friends eventually found out what had happened and broke into your house and shoved you into the shower before taking you to your favorite Chinese restaurant.

You felt like a disaster. Your hair was ratted despite the shower and you refused to put real clothes on, instead wearing sweatpants and a shirt Duff had left behind. You were a mess.

The hole in the wall restaurant was never busy but always had the best food. You were almost happy your friends dragged you out of your home until you saw Duff sitting at a table, eating egg rolls and lo mein.

You've came here together all the time. The high sodium in the food always made him sick to his stomach and you'd always end up giving him nausea remedies and tea. He never changed his order though.

You locked eyes with him for a while. Dark bags were under his eyes and he looked more pale than usual. He looked as terrible as you felt. You weren't sure if you were spitefully glad he felt awful or if the despair on his face just made your heart break further.

When you couldn't take his intense jade stare anymore, you looked up at the menu. The next time you looked back he was gone, you weren't sure if he was really there at all or if you were finally losing your mind for good.

     Another week crawled by. You got better enough to continue working. You had to pick up extra time for calling out for a few days after the breakup. You wouldn't say things were going well, but you weren't crying in bed every day all day anymore.

     You had constant dreams about him. Some were nice, ones where he didn't leave and you were together, holding each other tightly. Most were nightmares, flashbacks of when he left. You didn't have him to comfort you anymore when you woke up soaked in sweat and tears, and that might've been the worst.

     Another week went by, and you were starting to get back into the swing of things. You still thought about him, even silly little things reminded you of him. Like when you would catch a sniff of freshly baked sweets like he'd bake you or certain songs playing on the radio. It also didn't help that you ran into people wearing Guns n Roses shirts on the daily.

     You also refused to get rid of anything he'd left behind. Tee shirts, guitar picks he left from when he'd play for you, or CDs from bands he introduced you to. Reminders of what you lost were scattered around your home but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.

     Suddenly, it's been a month. You weren't over him, but you had a feeling you'd never be completely. He was something special, you can't forget things as special as your relationship with Duff.

     His items still weren't thrown out or returned, instead all packed in a box sitting in your closet. But you'd be lying if you said you would never reach into the box to grab a shirt to sleep in or a CD to listen to when you needed a reminder of the good times. You were making progress though.

     You decided to leave your house one evening. You were feeling especially terrible and wanted to take a walk to clear your head. You went to the coffee shop you had first met Duff in. Maybe it was a mistake to go and get a flood of memories but you couldn't stop yourself.

     You sat in a seat near the window and people watched, taking occasional sips of your drink. It was quiet except from the talk of the workers and the hum of the overhead speakers.

     There was a sudden squeak of a chair of hardwood floors and it broke you out of your daze. You snapped your gaze up to meet the very familiar green eyes you've been trying to forget.

     "Can we talk?" He asked, and you couldn't say 'no.' Duff sat across from you and started off by apologizing.

     He said he wanted to talk to you sooner, but was too afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with him. You rolled your eyes at that, if only he knew just how much you missed him.

     He then started from the beginning and explained why he made the decision to leave you. As it turns out, it was mostly because of stress. His bandmate Scott was having problems with drugs and the flashbacks from his GnR days frightened him. He was worried he would end up relapsing and he didn't want to drag you down with him.

     Combine that with all the troubles that came with dating a single father, and he couldn't take it anymore. He felt too guilty.

     It all seemed like ridiculous reasons to you. Even if he had made the mistake of falling off the wagon, you still would've stuck with him. And you didn't mind his kids at all, after nearly a year of knowing them and you were very close to them.

     "I love you, Duff. I wouldn't have left you over that, I'd help you through anything. And I love Grace and Mae, too," you told him.

     "I know, but I didn't want you to have to deal with all that baggage." You frowned at that. You reached your hand across the table and grasped his, squeezing it tenderly.

     "You're worth it."

     After that day, you and Duff started seeing each other again. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe even better.

     You were more transparent with each other. If one had a worry or problem, you'd go to the other. You talked everything through with him and he did the same. Even if it seemed insignificant, talking everything through never failed to make it better.

    You were happier and healthier than ever before. Sure, there were a roadblock or two, but they only made the relationship even stronger, and you wouldn't have changed a thing about it.

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly! It's my birthday today 🎉 and it's Levi's birthday tomorrow 🎉. I was wondering if I could request whereof Levi's s/o had also a birthday one day prior to his? Just a fluffy couple celebrating birthdays and Christmas together. It'll be cute 💚. Can you do a fic wherein they are both newly-weds and they both just knew on that day the reader is pregnant? A new life is an amazing gift for the both of them. And Levi couldn’t be more happier to spoil his wife, as well as his wife whose also spoiling Levi.

I'm so sorry if this is so wordy but Thank you in advance Jelly and Merry Christmas! 🎄🎅

He's saying Happy Birthday! <3

Merry Christmas too!

I'm honored to make a Birthday request! That's two now and you have no idea how happy and excited I get when people send me requests. You all really make my day <3 Such a cute suggestion! I love Levi getting news of a baby because he seems the type to be a fantastic dad. He'd do everything he could to stay alive and be there for his baby and wife. (He'd lowkey panic and worry during reader's labor pains because he can't fix it and blame himself. Levi, it takes two to tango, come on. Sweet man.) Let's get to it!

Happy Birthday Reader and Levi

Pairing: Reader x Levi

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, married life, pregnancy, birthdays, Christmas.

Levi woke up before you, he always woke up before you. He looked over at you sleeping away and felt his heart melting at how beautiful you were. He gently moved the hair from your face, then leaned over and kissed your forehead.

Today was the best day ever for Levi because it was your birthday. Tomorrow was his birthday, but he thought your birthday was more important. He had so many things planned for you. He had so many gifts for you. He even had a cake made and in storage.

He slipped out of bed and changed for the day. He made sure to look his best, but wear things you loved to see him in. You adored him in a tight turtle neck jumper and comfy trousers. You just admired him dressed like that, so he knew he had to wear those things. He also made sure to put on the cologne you liked.

He ran into the kitchen, then started making breakfast for you. He needed to make everything perfect for you because you deserved it all. He loved you so much, that it consumed him. He couldn't wait to grow old with you. He was going to spend his life making sure you felt loved.

You woke up and stretched making all your joints click satisfyingly. You sighed, then looked around the bed to see Levi was missing. You'd hoped he'd stay in bed this morning because it was your birthday, but he didn't, which meant he was up to something.

You got out of bed and stood in a shirt of Levi's and little shorts. You always wore a shirt of Levi's because it made him overly happy. You loved his shirts because they smelt like him, so it was a win-win situation.

You walked into the bathroom, then opened a drawer that had all your things in. You lifted up a little panel to find three pregnancy tests and a gift bag. You locked the bathroom door, then peed on all three tests. You didn't look at them, because you wanted it to be a surprise, but you were pretty sure that you were pregnant because you and Levi had been trying so much. You placed the tests in the gift bag right after and put the bag in the hiding spot.

You looked up when Levi called your name. Your heart just fluttered at hearing him say your name. You unlocked the door and walked out. "Morning honey. I was just in the bathroom."

Levi ran over to you and tackled you into a hug. "Morning darling brat."

You hummed a laugh and gave him a squeeze back. "You're chipper this morning."

He lifted you up and carried you to the bed. "Because today is a special day."

You smiled as you played with his hair and started to get lost in his steel-blue eyes. "That so?"

He sat on the bed as you rested comfortably on his lap. "It's the best day of the whole year."

"Really?" You wiggled on his lap. "Enlighten me."

He leaned up and kissed you sweetly. "It's your birthday."

You giggled. "Is that so? Well, I guess I'm going to have a fun-filled day then, huh?"

He nodded. "Yes." He smiled at you as he tried his best to contain his excitement. "We're going to do so many fun things."

You laughed at how sweet your husband was. "I'm looking forward to it. I need to change first before we do anything."

He shifted you off his lap and sat you on the bed. "I'll help."

You smiled and nodded knowing very well that Levi wanted to dote on you today, which meant changing you and sorting out your food and drinks. "Alright, pick me something nice."

"I will." He walked to the walk-in closet and grabbed one of his shirts, along with some comfy jogging bottoms of his. "Okay, I think I have the perfect outfit." He walked out of the room and showed you. "My things."

You reached out and took them from him. "Thank you. I need a bra and underwear."

He pouted at you. "But."

You stood up and kissed his cheek. "I know you like my boobs to be free, but I need to wear a bra when I am not in bed."

"Okay."

You smiled at Levi following you around like a puppy with his master. You pulled your shirt off and handed it to Levi, which allowed you to put your bra on and the new shirt. Lastly, you changed your bottoms. You turned to Levi and smiled brightly. "Alright, I'm all ready for the day you've planned."

He picked you up and carried you into the living room. "I made a fort."

You marveled at the well-constructed fort. "Wow Levi, this is amazing. Thank you."

He put you down, then pulled back the little door on the fort. "There's breakfast in there already. I've set up your gaming things in a pillow pile, so you can play on your console or watch whatever you want. All I ask is to cuddle you."

You were so touched by his gift. You never asked for much from Levi, so this meant the world to you. "Thank you. This is perfect." You climbed inside and made yourself comfortable. You picked up your waffles with everything you loved and dug in. You enjoyed the mixture of flavours, as well as how soft and fluffy Levi had made the waffles. You put on your favourite show and called for Levi. "Cuddles."

Levi climbed in and put a few snacks and drinks in the corner, then he sat behind you and pulled you into his arms. "Perfect." He kissed the side of your head a few times. "You should open your presents."

You looked at a little collection of presents and began opening them one by one. Levi got you so many things you adored. He got you collectibles from your favourite games and anime. The amount of precious and delicate jewelry was in full force. This man showered you expensive gifts, but they were the kind that would last. You never asked for anything, so you were a little overwhelmed by the gifts he gave you. Levi spoiled you.

Tomorrow was your turn to do the spoiling.

After a night's rest after passion, you got up before Levi and made him breakfast. You made him a special tea to give him a nice boost for the day as well. You wanted everything to go perfectly. You two only slightly celebrated Christmas, because birthdays were a priority to you both.

You walked back to Levi and saw he was waking up due to not sensing you next to him. "Morning birthday boy."

Levi sat up and smiled at you with such a gentle look in his eyes. "Morning darling brat."

You placed the tray on his lap with all his breakfast treats and tea. "I hope you enjoy, handsome."

He hummed in happiness, then became delighted when you sat right next to him and played with his hair. Levi happily ate his breakfast as you doted on him so sweetly. Levi loved having his hair played with because he had always known it as an act of affection and love.

You stopped fussing Levi and grabbed his empty tray. "I'm going to get your birthday presents."

Levi wiggled his feet under the covers in excitement. "I can't wait. You always get me the best gifts."

You hummed a laugh. "Good to know."

You cleaned up and grabbed his presents right after you'd finished. You sat on the bed and watched him open everything up. You'd gotten him the latest cleaning things, which he was overly excited for. He adored his new selection of teas, as well as a fancy tea-making set with a little strainer.

You handed him his last gift. "This is your last birthday present, then I have a Christmas present."

Levi's brow raised at you in surprise. "Christmas gift? Really?"

You nodded and tapped the present in his hands. "Open this first. Anyway, the Christmas one is for me and you."

Levi opened his gift and frowned. "A coupon book?" He flicked through it to see nothing on it. "It's empty."

You smiled at him knowing very well he was going to love this next part. "They're empty because you get to write what you want down on the coupon. I thought of filling it out, but you know you better. So, it can be anything you want."

He stared at the coupons as if you had given him the holy grail. "Anything I want?"

"Yep!" You laughed when you saw a deadly sparkle in Levi's eyes. "Within reason though. These will last you a whole year because next year I might not get you this as a birthday present."

Levi clenched the book tightly. "I will use them wisely."

"Great!" You got up and went to the bathroom and grabbed the last gift. "Alright, here it is!" You walked back into the room. "One Christmas present for me and you." You jumped onto the bed and cuddled up to Levi. "You can open."

Levi took the bag and opened it to see three plastic sticks inside. "What in the fuck?" He pulled them out and frowned for a moment, then it clicked in his head. He turned them over excitedly and looked at the results. "Positive." He checked the next. "Positive." He checked the last one. "Positive." He looked at you to show he was glowing in pure happiness. "We're going to have a baby!"

You squealed and threw yourself at Levi. "Yes! This is the best Christmas gift ever! I was so worried, but they all showed positive. I had a good feeling yesterday."

Levi decorated your face in kisses. "I'm going to start buying baby things right away."

You laughed at how adorable he was in his excitement and enthusiasm. "Slow down, alright? Let us enjoy this moment a bit longer." You cupped his face. "Let this perfect news really settle in. We're going to be parents. You a dad. Me a mum." You hugged Levi's head to your chest. "This is amazing."

Levi lifted you up and slammed you against the bed causing you to squeak. He growled at you. "I fucking love you brat." He kissed you roughly. "This is perfect. Best birthday and Christmas ever."

You nodded and tucked his hair back. "Sure is."

[apixrl]

DROWSY.

levi ackerman x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.4k

song: before i close my eyes // xxxtentacion

note(s): soft levi lives in my head rent free and that's perfectly okay he can stay for as long as he wants to

Your hand pressed against your back as you stretched, stifling a yawn that echoed through the hallway. You swore you could hear your joints wailing out in distress, every step feeling as though you were dragging a weight behind you that was five times your size. Your bed was calling out to you in more ways than you could count, the idea of snuggling under the covers absolutely heavenly.

It had been a long and tiresome day, to say the least. After waking up early and in bright spirits, you made the decision to go on a long morning jog. To ready yourself for a presumably easy day. But those words came back to bite you when Captain Levi dropped you and your comrades into an intense training segment that lasted all morning. Then proceeded a heavy clean of headquarters in the afternoon. Ordered to rid the underside of the tables of dust and to clear those sneaky corners of muck that had festered far too long. To put a long story short; you were about ready to drop dead on the floor by the time evening rolled on by.

You loved Levi with all your heart, but unfortunately, your relationship with him didn't come with any bonuses. Yes, you saw a softer side on occasion, but the man never allowed bias to take over during work hours. You were treated the same as the others; a soldier in the ranks. A member of Levi's squad. When you did right you were praised and when you did wrong you served the consequences. Levi would set you on a thirty lap run around the camp perimeter if he saw fit, and there was no getting out of it. As much as you could complain, you knew it was for the best. When it came down to it, Levi was your superior as well as his partner and there had to be some line between the two.

Plodding along the hallway, your bedroom door up ahead was your saviour. You could practically taste the sweet rest waiting for you on the other side. Though just before you could reach your salvation, a voice from the neighbouring room stopped you in your step and tore you away from it.

"Y/N,"

Levi.

It would be lying to say you didn't whimper, so close to a good night's sleep yet so far all in one go. But you weren't so selfish that you'd ignore your lover's call because you were simply exhausted. Yes, you considered it... but resisting the urge gave you credibility, right?

Regardless, you exhaled a sigh knowing it would be wrong not to respond. That man you called your partner had ears like a cat anyway. He probably heard you make your way down the hall or noticed your shadow under the door and had sensed your halt upon his call. So dragging your eyes away from the vision of your wonderfully made bed (Levi having been the one to tuck the sheets in that morning since he was the last one up. So no wonder you were fantasizing at the idea of collapsing on there) behind the door of your room, you set your gaze on the door to Levi's office instead.

You realised it was open just a tad, explaining Levi sensing your approach so easily. Pressing your hands against the wooden frame, you pushed it open and popped your head around the door, forcing your eyes open no matter how much they pleaded to close against the candlelight.

As expected, Levi was seated at the chair of his desk. Neck-deep in papers that he'd been working on most of the night. One shorter pile to the left and a taller one to the right - one pile waiting to be looked at whilst the other sat completed. You wondered which one that was... and prayed for Levi's sake it was the tallest pile to allow him a good night's sleep.

His greyed eyes didn't look up upon your entry, something you just managed to notice through the strands of wispy black locks atop Levi's head. That seemed to indicate he was focused on the task at hand, especially from the way his hand efficiently worked at the pieces of paper like it was on autopilot.

"Yes, love?" You asked, resting against the door for a brief moment as your tiredness caught up with you. If you had reacted to it a second later you believed you would have tipped over from loss of balance, and you were relieved when Levi spoke up once more - his voice jolting you upright.

"I need you to take some papers down to the Commander for me," Levi stated, a certain tone in his voice indicating his own form of tiredness. But you knew that rarely stopped him and his work, the man willing to stay up until the early hours of the morning just to get it finished.

His words made your body panic, unsure if it could muster a journey all the way to Erwin's whereabouts. You had barely walked up the stairs of headquarters well, let alone travelling back down them and then all the way back up again.

"It can't wait until tomorrow?" You tried, chewing the inside of your cheek gingerly. From the way Levi glanced over his wad of papers, grey eyes filled with doubt, you knew it was a longshot. "It's just late, that's all. You need to rest,"

"No," Levi ceased all action, slouching down in his seat briefly as his fingertips held the bridge of his nose. His version of a short break and a way to bury his annoyance down. It appeared to be one of those nights, where he was swamped with work and didn't have the opportunity to simply 'head to bed'. "I'm still nowhere near done, and I don't have the time to take the ones I've already looked at to Erwin because of that," It was there his hand propped up, elbow resting on his other which has splayed over his chest. He motioned you over, eyes skipping between you and the seat opposite him until you got the message.

You were delayed in realising, feeling guilty at your inability to proceed Levi's words. You heard them, but fatigue seemed to seize hold and throw them out the window before your brain could comprehend the meaning. You hoisted yourself off of the doorframe, letting the hinges squeak the door shut behind you as you made your way to Levi's desk. You then sat yourself down, hands pressed to the chair arms as your attention steered to your partner.

"Okay... so which pile am I taking?" Was your question, forcing a small smile to at least seem interested. The black-haired man straightened up, eyes skimming over the papers on his desk and seemingly on the floor too. That made your brow raise, head tilting to the side ever so slightly in wonder. What was behind the desk?

Levi proceeded to push his chair back with his feet, his head quickly disappearing under the table as if to grab something. You rested your cheek in your palm as you waited, a hint of a frown as you waited. Your assumptions were correct as, after a few seconds of scuffling around, Levi reappeared from under the desk - standing up to place yet another pile of paper wherever his desk had the space to hold it.

"This one," He addressed, exhaling heavily once he was comfortable in his seat again. Just when you thought that was it, Levi pushed the taller pile of papers forward as well, and it would be wrong to say you were joyful of the sight. In fact, you were very much dismayed, the sight of the multiple piles of papers meaning more than one trip.

Suddenly you wished the shorter pile was the finished one.

"And this one," Levi spoke with little character as per usual, gazing upon the piles of papers like they were nothing more than a pile of dirt. Clearly, he had experienced little joy going through them, but work never got done whilst complaining. The only words ringing in his mind to convince Levi to get his head down and focus. "You'll probably need to take two trips,"

"You don't say," You commented and sighed to yourself. For hours you had awaited your mattress and now look at you, even further away from reaching it as before. It was a big shame you woke up in such an energetic mood and was ending the day feeling like you couldn't lift a finger. "And if I cant find Commander Erwin?"

"He should be in his office," Levi returned. "But if not, place the right pile on his desk," He then gestured to the left, hand pressing on top for emphasis. "This one will need sorting, however. Just separate the tags in the stack and the drawer they belong in is on there. It shouldn't take you too long, just make sure the files are in the right place or Erwin won't be pleased. Oh, and try not to drop them, please? I'd rather not lose four hours worth of work because of your two left feet -," Levi was cut short by a sound he was not at all expecting. A snorting noise caught him off guard, but when he looked up at you in question the answers quickly came pouring in.

It appeared in Levi's ramble you had grown bored. As there you were, head lolling forwards as your arm tried to prop it up, eyes closed and snoring away to your heart's content. Levi quirked a brow at your behaviour, then scoffed lightly. The man couldn't say he was surprised, of course you would nod off to sleep exactly when he needed your help. At a time where he was swamped with things to do and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.

"Y/N," He tried after a minute or so passed, Levi frowning at the lack of response. If anything, the snoring grew louder. It was there he tried again, a little more firmly and loudly but still, nothing.

Typical.

Levi sat there in silence and disbelief, watching your frame rise and fall with each intake of breath. Meanwhile, you simply slept on without a care in the world, but it's not like he could leave you there. Leaving you sleeping in such a way was bound to cause a nasty neck and backache the following morning. So with a sigh, Levi hoisted himself out of his chair and walked around his desk to your side. Then he knelt down to your level, hand landing on your shoulder to give you a gentle but firm shake.

"Y/N," Levi spoke, a little softer this time, all whilst trying to nudge you awake. It appeared you had only lightly nodded off, as, after three or four shakes, you stirred out of your little nap. Your eyes shot open to meet Levi's observing you closely, a hint of a frown to his face as he did. In your state you barely noticed though, too busy trying to shake off your drowsiness but failing miserably as your eyes merely drooped more.

"Levi?" You mumbled tiredly, lifting your gaze towards your lover, puzzled over why he was so close to you. "What is it?"

"You fell asleep," Levi said with hesitancy, glancing away from you for a second before he continued. "Is everything alright?"

"Hm? Yes... everything's fine," You reassured, sending him a reassuring smile. Levi narrowed his gaze, prompting you to keep going. "It's just been a long day, that's all,"

"I see," Levi nodded, noticing your lack of attentiveness and sleepy demeanour. All of which you tried to force back through your smile. But Levi knew you better than that. He could see straight through the façade just how you could see straight through his, acting as though you were fine when it was truly quite the opposite. That was enough for Levi to suspect something was up, and that little switch in his head that differed between his role as Captain and partner flipped in an instant.

"Sorry... y-you were saying something before I dropped off weren't you?" You asked and pointed to the papers on the table. "Something about them?"

Levi turned to look at where you gestured, seeing the papers that still needed taking to Erwin. He contemplated still asking for your help, but it was obvious from just the way you looked alone that you were long desperate for rest. So exhaling a small sigh, Levi reluctantly cast his gaze back onto you and shook his head.

"No, don't worry about it," He allowed his hand to leave your shoulder and moved it to your face. Where he tucked a few loose strands of your H/C hair behind your ear, continuing. "It can wait until tomorrow,"

"Are you sure?" You asked through a yawn, leaning into the hand that Levi proceeded to support your cheek with. The subtle graze of his thumb over your cheekbone relaxing you to the point sleep nearly stole you from him once more.

As much as he disliked tampering with his organised routine, Levi knew sending you on errands whilst so tired would do you no good the next day. Perhaps he had pushed you a little far without realising, the thought running through his mind later on in the morning. You'd been lagging behind your comrades more than usual. Much opposing to you typically being at the front of the group and urging them on over the other way around. Whilst it wasn't as obvious in the afternoon, the strain in your expression as you scrubbed the floors and countertops had peeked its way through to him. Levi knew you in and out, and the frustration displayed ran much deeper than that of germs and bacteria. That was blatant now more than ever, so the least you deserved was a good night's rest. Just because he could run on little hours of sleep didn't mean you could.

"Yeah," Levi admired you under the dim light of his office after he spoke. Your inattentive gaze somehow continued to hold such focus as you looked back at him. The way you smiled with such love and yearn. How your cheek felt warm in his palm like he was holding the entire world. Which he was really. He was holding his entire world.

"Oh... okay," You said and your eyes drooped shut, not reopening. That brought Levi to act, blinking out of his daze and pulling himself to his feet with a sharp inhale.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," He said and slipped his arms around you, lifting you into their secure hold. You didn't protest, too tired to make a sound as you adjusted to the new position. A comfier position that ensured security and safety. One hand supported your back as Levi's bicep acted as your pillow and his spare arm hooked under your legs. You could feel the ever so gentle thump of Levi's heartbeat close to your ear, much opposing to his regular temperament - curt and firm and even quite harsh at the most.

Levi carried you out of his office, using his foot to open the door as he proceeded to venture down the hall to your shared bedroom. The place you had been going to before you were called to his aid. You kept your eyes closed the entire time but didn't nod off just yet, the bobbing motion of Levi's walk both drifting and stirring you from sleep. It wasn't long before Levi was pulling back the sheets whilst he only just managed to hold you with one arm. You made it easier by wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, giggling lightly to yourself when you almost slipped. Somewhere in Levi's silence, he found it amusing. Perhaps not verbally placed, but you sensed it nonetheless. Still, he downplayed it with concern, his hand pressing against your back to hold you closely against his frame.

He placed you down with care, hand only leaving your back once it rested on the mattress. Sliding it out, it returned to the sheets as he placed them back over you. Meanwhile, you watched through half-lidded eyes, following where Levi's gaze trailed. Mainly sticking to the sheets he tucked in for you out of the goodness of his heart, though flickered back to you on occasion. His eyes contained a warmth that opposed their normal grey colour. A warmth that he usually failed to place into the spoken word and resorted to showing it rather than saying it.

Eventually, Levi finished, his hands stopping their skilful movement and pressing into the pillow on either side of your head. He was silent for a moment, observing your tiresome state and realising just how fatigued he was too. He battled the urge to collapse on the bed beside you, pull you into his arms and fall fast asleep. To ignore his duties for just one night. Give himself a treat and spend the night snoozing away like the everyday citizen. But Levi knew that was irresponsible. He had been irresponsible enough leaving the paperwork so late. It also wasn't the life he had been fated to lead, regardless of how pleasant the idea may be in the subconscious of his mind.

"I still have a lot of work to do," He uttered no louder than a whisper, exhaling deeply in an apologetic sigh and hating the idea of traipsing back to his office to work. "I'll have to join you later but I'm guessing you'll be asleep,"

"It's okay," You hummed, head tilting to the side as an innocent smile formed on your face. "Do I get a kiss good night, at least?"

Levi couldn't fight the small chuckle that escaped him, head proceeding to hang forwards and shake too and fro at your words. He truly felt he didn't deserve you and the love you gave him. Always so understanding, never complaining about his packed work schedule. How you made him feel steady and kept him sane. Perhaps it was because you were a soldier too and knew how time-consuming the job was, but Levi was grateful for all of it. The man met your eyes, a certain radiance in them that he'd refrain from showing to anyone else other than you.

"You're twenty-nine years old and you act like a child," He remarked with no ill intent, the laugh that elicited from you music to his ears.

"Yeah, and you chose to -," You were cut off, Levi leaning forwards to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. You hummed in approval, forgetting the words you planned to say and instead enjoyed the display of affection. Levi lingered longer than usual, an indirect apology for the fact he had to leave you with the bed half cold. You didn't question it, knowing Levi's work never truly stopped and granted him a break. The fact he'd even paused just to tuck you in comfortably was enough to satisfy your needs, whether Levi would believe that or not was up to him. But your eyes fell closed, both from bliss and sleep catching up to claim control.

Gradually your lips loosened on Levi's, indicating you had nodded off. He opened his eyes and pulled back in question, watching your head tilt faintly to the side as your pillow held its weight. Levi exhaled deeply, leaning down to plant one final kiss on your forehead. Then he hoisted himself off of the bed and walked to the door.

"Good night, Y/N," He said once there, glancing back at you one final time. From where he stood, you appeared merrily at peace. Finally grateful for the embrace of your bedsheets after a dragging day of nonstop training. Levi did feel somewhat bad for being a cause for your tiredness, knowing that he could sometimes be cruel when playing his 'Captain' role. But he couldn't favour you just because of his feelings, and the fact you rarely made that an issue provided him relief like no other. Still, Levi's guilt asserted as he closed the bedroom door quietly behind him.

Why... it wouldn't be terrible if he let you sleep in a little bit past the wake-up call, would it?

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Better Love - cth

part four: a darker blue

summary: The rain stops. 

author’s notes: I've loved writing this story and I hope you have all enjoyed reading it!

warnings: mentions of sexual themes. 

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And I've never loved a darker blue Than the darkness I have known in you, own from you You, whose heart would sing of anarchy You would laugh at meanings, guarantees, so beautifully

Calum was running. His legs carried him through the overgrown forest and over fallen trees. The wind around him bit at his skin, leaving him gasping for air until all he could feel was the burn in his lungs, one that was different than the burn the cigarettes he smoked gave him. Behind him, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, never stumbling like Calum had. In his arms, the beating heart pumped, racing and then slowing in random increments that left Calum's blood running cold. He hadn't remembered the way back to the cottage, the thick forest trapping him in and spitting him out somewhere unknown. The lighthouse had been the only thing high enough above the trees that Calum could see, his legs burning as he ran closer and closer towards it. Somewhere behind the wind, the ocean waves crashed into the coast and shook the world beneath him, making him stumble whenever a particularly large wave hit.

He was alone and running from something he couldn't see.

As Calum ran, the forest disappeared behind him and all that was in front of him was rolling hills of green. The footsteps behind him had stopped and Calum leaned over himself to catch his breath, the cold air burning his throat as he tried to listen for anything or anyone else. Stepping towards the hills, where the ocean roared right below, Calum's eyes watched the lighthouse in awe. The light illuminated the world around him in glimpses, making its round across the landscape to warn ships that would never come of the land. The father Calum got from the edge of the forest, the darker the sky became, leaving him to wait until the spinning light was cast his way in order to take the steps up the rocky hillside.

"Calum?" a voice said behind him, echoing through his body as rocking the Earth much like the dark blue waves beneath him.

Calum turned sharply, his eyes scanning the forest at the bottom of the hill, searching for that voice in the darkness. The whirl of the lighthouse, which got louder and louder with every pass of the light, made Calum dizzy. His head hurt with every pass of the bright light, but he kept searching until his eyes finally landed on her. The wind had whipped her hair across her face, her clothes soaked with mud and leaves that left her shivering at the edge of the forest. Calum wondered if she had been chased her too, how she had managed to outrun something that Calum barely did.

"Maeve?" he called out, his voice lost in the wind and the waves, the sleeves of his sweater ripped to shreds by the trees behind her, "Come on! It's safe in the lighthouse, we have to get there!"

"I-I can't! I have to go back to the cabin!" she sighed, Calum's ears aching at the pain in her voice, "I can't go with you! I have to stay there!"

Calum frowned, watching as Maeve turned back around and ventured deeper into the forest. His body ached, his escape making his legs burn and his joints ache front he cold, but he took another glance at the lighthouse. One last look at the promised safety before he rushed down the hill and headed towards the woods once more, calling out Maeve's name.

Calum woke with a start, his lungs aching for a breath of fresh air as his eyes looked around at the dark room, trying to gain a sense as to where he was. The bed under him was soft, the mattress pillowy and not at all like his hard mattress back home. Next to him, Maeve's soft voice was slow and even Calum's mind too panicked to listen to the words she was whispered. But the softness of her skin against Calum's was what truly made his mind wake up and made his eyes meet hers in the darkness. He was sure he looked like an animal caught in the middle of a dark road, his face illuminated only by the sliver of light coming in through the blinds of the window. But Maeve's voice brought him back down, brought his breathing into a steady rise and fall of his chest until his forehead was leaning against hers.

"Hey, I'm right here," Maeve whispered, one hand cupping the side of his face as the other was placed over his heart, feeling the pounding of it against her palm, "You're okay." Calum's lips found hers in the dark, the soft sigh that left him as their lips connected making him forget for a second all about the lighthouse and the forest.

Maeve was on his lap, their bodies moving in a slow and lazy rhythm before Calum would even remember the dream. He was lost in the way her body curved into him, how her back arched back into the palm that was keeping her steady. The bed was squeaking with every move of their hips, hidden under the groan and soft grunts leaving them both as they melted into one another. With his eyes adjusted to the dark room, Calum could see how Maeve's face twisted in pleasure, her nose scrunched up and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Calum was sure his own face looked pretty similar, his grip of Maeve's waist tightening when he felt her clench around him, the waves of pleasure rolling off of her as she got closer and closer. Calum's hand, which had been shaking in fear only a few minutes before moved between their bodies, his thumb running through the hair at her mound before moving lower and finding the bundle of nerves that had made Maeve gasped and whimper the night before.

"Come on, pretty girl," Calum breathed out, his thighs tensing underneath Maeve as he rocked up into her, "Let go for me,"

And Calum had never heard such a pretty noise like the one’s Maeve made.

"Choose life?" Maeve whispered into the darkness, her fingers slotting in between Calum's.

"Mhm," Calum breathed out, his eyes unfocused in the darkness of the walls and the bouncing of their voices, his mind still reeling from the high she'd brought him, "From the movie Trainspotting."

Maeve's shifted, moving onto her side as she rested her head on Calum's chest, her fingers tracing over the words against his skin again and again as she listened to Calum whispered about the movie and how it had changed his outlook on life. She felt the goosebumps under her touch, could feel the blush that ran down from his face to his chest. Her lips had been leaving trails of kisses on his skin, her smile pressing against his skin whenever Calum's voice stuttered from the kisses left on his skin. They'd been lying there for what could have been hours, in Maeve's mind, both enjoying the afterglow of being together in more ways than one.

"I like it," she whispered, placing a soft kiss over the peak of his nipple, "Always question the world, huh?"

"Always." he breathed out, his hands exploring the softness of Maeve's curves.

Maeve had decided that the Scottish air was infused with magic. Every day, she’d try and spend as much time outside as she could. In the beginning, it had been to give Calum some alone time; but after their eventful night and early morning, Maeve has needed the fresh air to clear her mind and stretch out her sore limbs. Her walks in the forest had been a lifesaver in the beginning too, they gave her peace and quiet and a sense of calm that hadn’t been around since the crack of a bridge had forced her to lodge with a stranger. Well, not so much a stranger anymore.

“Or is he?” Maeve thought to herself, a frown on her face as she leaned against a tree to tighten her shoelaces, “All you two do is talk and get to know one another, Maeve, you’re not so naïve to sleep with a stranger!”

In the short time that she knew Calum, she had found a lot of herself in him. She didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, but that hadn’t mattered last night or this morning when she woke up wrapped in his arms. She knew that Calum had a passion for learning and exploring, much like she did. She knew that Calum had been in a different situation than her, relationship-wise, but that hadn’t meant he was broken. If she was being honest with herself, Calum had been in the exact opposite of her situation. She wondered if he knew that too, if he resented the fact that she could leave someone so easily and not be affected by it or if he sympathized with her. Maeve felt the pain in his voice that night when Calum spoke about his ex-fiancé like she was the stars and the moon before the supernova wiped them out of his universe. She knew that he had loved her and he wanted a life with her, even if he had rushed into things.

She knew Calum just wanted to feel a love that would never be there.

The sun had filtered in through the brightly colored leaves, the kaleidoscope it made on the ground below Maeve leading her back from the depths of the forest to the cabin where the man who had made her see stars just hours ago had been when she left only an hour before. She had wondered for a long period of her life whether she was broken or not. Whether her heart was defective and unable to love since it had seemed like she was never able to love her past partners. But last night with Calum, under the safety of a dark cabin, she had felt her heart race and her mind go numb to anything but the thought of him. Maybe she’d been alone for too long, Calum’s soft touch and grunts in her ear stirred something inside of her, or maybe it meant more.

Maybe Calum had become something more.

"Do you think you'll stay in Scotland longer?" Maeve asked as she walked into the kitchen.

Calum was stood by the small window, watching the sway of the trees, a cup of tea in his hands keeping him warm. He'd been lost in his head again much like he did nowadays, the worry of heading back home to deal with his problems instead of running away pressing against his temple. Maeve’s soft voice had drawn in his attention back into the moment, his body turning towards her, pulled by the softness of her presence and how hours ago that same soft voice had thrown him over the edge. Since he’d watched her walk out of bed, dressed in only the shirt she’d thrown off of him, he hadn’t gotten the image of her out of his head. How the sliver of moonlight had shown him sneak peeks of her body; the shade of red her chest had turned from Calum’s lips, the darkness that the hair on her mound had been. He’d been thinking of her ever since she walked out of the bathroom past him in a dark blue sweater, her boots leading her outside before Calum was once again left in the dark and silence of the cottage.

“My flight leaves in two days,” he said quietly, setting the cup of tea down, “If we’re ever rescued,” he teased.

“I’m sure we will be,” Maeve laughed quietly, “I’ll jump from tree to tree if I have to. There’s no way I’m missing this interview.”

“They’d hire you anyway,” Calum chuckled and shrugged, his eyes meeting hers, “They’d be foolish not to.”

The afternoon sun beamed down on both Maeve and Calum, leaving them warm and energized. The hike, which Calum had forced Maeve out of the cottage for, had taken place on their last day alone. Maeve had brought a blanket, making Calum carry it in his backpack which was also packed with snacks, water, and a camera that Calum had insisted was necessary. They'd walked next to one another, their hands grazing one another every once in a while. Calum's eyes were focused on the trail, knowing that no matter how far they walked, their way back to civilization grew farther and farther away. Eventually, his focus turned from the panic of being alone again and the reminder of his dream to the way Maeve's warm hand wrapped around his. He looked down, where their hands were joined and swinging with every step they took, his heart jumping at how right it all felt. "Is this okay?" Maeve asked quietly, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth.

"Of course," he whispered and nodded, giving her hand a small squeeze as he continued on through their walk.

When the grassy field came into view Calum had unfolded the blanket and set down the backpack, sighing at the relief his back felt when the heavy bag was no longer straining his muscles. The field was surrounded by trees, leaves scattered around them as the sunshine warmed the air. They'd sat in comfortable silence, listening to the songs that the forest would play for them. In the daylight, where the trees, birds, and river could see them, the distance between Maeve and Calum grew until they were nothing more than strangers again. They would drift off into their own minds, stuck in the waves of anxiety and tension that came from sleeping with a stranger. But that afternoon, their last afternoon, things were different. The sunlight brought soft touches and laughter that floated into the leaves above them. Calum's lips were puffy from the soft kisses that Maeve would leave every time she giggled at something he would say.

"I'm going to miss this," Maeve whispered at one point, her eyes focused on passing clouds, "I don't think I've ever felt this carefree before."

"Me too, I didn't think my trip to Scotland would've ever ended up like this," Calum mumbled, his own eyes watching the clouds swim across the sky, "I'm jealous you get to stay here."

"Do you think we'll see each other again?" she asked softly.

"I think the universe trapped us in a cottage together for a reason, no?" Calum asked and chuckled softly, his head lifting up to look over at Maeve.

"It seems that there is no theory for which to explain a moment like this," Maeve whispered and smiled as she watched Calum lean in closer to her, "I'm going to miss you."

Their last morning together, was one they hadn’t even realized would be their last.

In the morning, when the sun hit both Calum and Maeve, the bedroom was quiet. Calum's chest was rising and falling, the soft snores that usually left him hidden by Maeve's shoulder. The wind had no longer whistled against the cottage, the last of the raindrops from the night's storm falling down with a drip, drip, drip. The birds outside were singing, cheering as if they knew the bad weather had passed and the final storm, an encore complete with thunder and lightning, had come and gone. Calum's eyes opened slowly, his hands pulling the warm body next to him closer. His body leaned closer to hers, the warmth between their bare bodies a reminder of the night before where they both held one another as their moans were whispered in between kisses.

Calum had been stroking her skin, lost in the softness of her and the way his heart ached knowing that his life would never be the same as it was in that moment when he heard the familiar accent of Mrs. Bagby. His body tensed, his arms reaching out to pull the curtain back, flooding the room with light and being met with Mrs. Bagby, who was waving from the other end of the broken bridge. Calum's wide eyes and shaky hands had forced him to pull the curtains closed, his body moving on its own as he grabbed his sweatpants and sweater, before rushing out of the cabin. His shoes were covered in mud as he jogged over to the bridge, his breath hitching as he watched the roaring water splash against the rocks below him.

"Mr. Hood! Oh no, this is horrible, are you and the girl okay?!" Mrs. Bagby called out, "When did this happen?!"

"The day I walked out here! We couldn't contact anyone! The power hasn't worked since that storm blew over!" Calum yelled, watching as the older lady’s face turned into confusion.

"Storm? Darling, there hasn't been a storm here since before you arrived," she said with a shake of her head.

Calum frowned, standing at the edge of the broken bridge, his eyes searching the older woman for any hint of a joke. But Calum was met with a worried look that made his blood run cold. He'd clearly remembered the rainstorm, remembered hearing the tumbling of the bridge and how Maeve had gasped from the room next to the kitchen. He remembered walking out that next morning and standing where he was now, trying to figure out how he was meant to spend the night with a stranger who had taken his breath away.

"Calum?" Maeve asked quietly, her voice still laced with sleep as she stood by the door. She was wrapped in a blanket, her hair a curly mess around her head as she looked at Calum confused, "What's going on?"

"I'm going to get help! You two pack your bags!" the older lady called out, the engine of her car rumbling through the forest as she disappeared down the road.

And then they were alone.

Maeve had been quiet, packing clothes and memories of a day she couldn't help but think would be the last remnants of Calum she would have. Calum, who was sat on the couch, had packed his bag and sat in silence wondering whether he was ready to leave the cabin behind. Whether he was ready to leave Maeve and the safety of the dark powerless cabin. The past couple of days had been a whirlwind, they had been tiring and filled with silence. But Calum had loved nothing more than spending time with Maeve and learning about her in those moments when the silence was broken. He'd never met anyone like Maeve before, she was open and willing to tell Calum her story with no hesitation and yet, Calum found himself wanting to know more and more about the woman in the bedroom next to him. But the sound of a car across the river brought him back to reality. Brought him back to the fact that he had to go back to a sunny city where his life had been. A city where every street reminded him of the fact that he was alone and where the only trees he could see were palm trees. He'd be back in a city where his friends tiptoed around him and the way his heart had been broken.

Maeve had been outside, sitting on a stone that had looked more comfortable than Calum assumed actually was, staring up at the sky. The sunlight had illuminated her, leaving her skin a soft golden color that looked breathtaking in the dark sweater she'd slid on after Calum had taken it out of his bag and handed it to her on the car ride back to civilization. The car ride, which had consisted of Mrs. Bagby, or Baird he still didn't quite know, apologizing profusely for all the confusion and for leaving them trapped in the forest. Maeve had been focused on the passing trees and the way the river was no longer a constant noise in her ears. But when the rolling hills of the Highlands came into view, Calum felt the ache in his heart, knowing that their little universe was far away and no longer just theirs. The sweater engulfed Maeve, leaving her protected against the bitter wind that nipped at her skin even through the sunlight. Her bags had been sat at her side, like two piles of rocks ready to float away and leave Calum stranded.

“You’re going to do amazing,” Calum mumbled as he walked over to her, “They’re not even going to know what hit them.”

“Thank you,” Maeve whispered, her head turning up to look up at him, “I hope you have a safe flight back, take lots of pictures of the ocean.”

“And you take lots of pictures of those hills for me?” Calum smiled, the flash of his teeth disappearing as the car that would take him away from the woman, and the country, he’d fallen in love with, “It was nice meeting you, Maeve.”

“It was nice meeting you, Calum,” she nodded, her arms wrapping around his waist as they both hugged, hoping that maybe the world would bring them back together again.

The sky outside of the forest had been a bright blue, the white clouds puffy and soft as they floated towards one another before separating and going their own way. Some clouds would find their way across the world, seeing bright cities and vast oceans. Others would find a patch of weather that filled them with so much water, eventually draining themselves until all they became were a forgotten memory. They would change from the white and puffy clouds above to the dark grey and condensation-filled rain clouds that hid the dark blue sky. It was unfair, Maeve thought to herself, how such an aching moment in her life had been on such a beautiful day. How the man who had unknowingly changed her life in a matter of days had left on such a beautiful and sunny day. Maeve’s eyes focused on the black car, watching as it drove down the same dirt road she’d traveled on a few days before taking a turn and disappearing from view.

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Rule The World with Me-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Forty-Three

Chaptet Forty-Four: A Long Day in Kiev

Word Count 4k

Warnings: some angst, some fluff

On this day, Torvi told you that she would speak with Ubbe about rethinking the siege of Wessex. You made sure to keep yours and her children very busy while her and Ubbe went out on a walk to talk. At first, you were going to be the one to tell him but Torvi insisted on being the one to tell him. Hvitserk kept Ivar busy while you handled the children. You did not mind it, however, you love being a mother. You feared not being able to become a mother while you were married to Oleg. With the way he used you, abused you, you thought that the possibility was nonexistent. But when you discovered that you were carrying Baldur, your dreams had come true. And then Freya came along and well, you and Ivar are in your own little slice of paradise. They are at the age of training to be warriors one day and Hvitserk has taken the pleasure in training Baldur while you are training Freya. When Ivar has time, he teaches Baldur how to strike and shoot arrows at his opponent. Baldur is learning very fast, but Freya gets distracted fairly easily. You have talked with Ivar and he says that his brother Ubbe Sigurd was the same way at her age, but he became a strong warrior later in life. So every day, you train her and everyday she gets better and better at keeping her focus. Besides the point, you have the kids while the boys are handling their own challenges. 

Freya is dancing in the treeline with Asena while Baldur walks with you hand in hand. Even though he acts so mature for his age, he still loves to hold your hand, cuddle, hugs and kisses. Freya is a mommy's girl, that is what Ivar has told you since she was born. You have this little joke with her to make her father a little extra jealous: when Ivar is 'hogging' Baldur, Freya will climb on your lap and let you tickle her so that she laughs extra loud, making Ivar extra jealous of yours and her relationship. Ivar loves his children equally, but his fear that his children do not love him the same as they love you, is one of his fears. So when you notice that he is more down than usual, you have to reassure him. You do not know why you are having all of these thoughts right now, but you are just glad that it is not about the siege. 

Freya "Look momma, apples!' She points up at an apple tree. 

"Oh my! Would you look at that, I have not seen an apple tree in years."

Baldur "Can we pick some, mother?!"

Freya "We can give some to Papa!" She stammers. 

"Oh that sounds like a lovely idea! Come here, little one." You pick your daughter up and you raise her high enough for her to grab a few apples from the tree branches. You and her giggles as she grabs more and more. 

You place Freya down, "Baldur, would you like to pick some?"

Baldur "Yes!" You pick him up and let him grab as much as he can carry before you place him back down on the ground. 

"They look delicious, your father will be delighted to eat these." You say as you take a bite of one. "Mm, fresh and delightful."

Baldur "Can I give one to Messiah? He looks hungry." You look down at Messiah, who is licking his lips and staring at the apple in your son's hand.

"I'm sure that one apple couldn't hurt, go ahead." You allow Freya to give Asena one as well. "Do you think that aunt Torvi and your uncle's would like some?"

Baldur "Oh certainly!" You can't help but giggle at his choice of vocabulary. He gets his big words from the boys, that is for sure.

"Okay, let's head back now. I am sure your father could use some company from his favorite little one's."

Baldur "Are you always going to call me little?" He says with a pout.

"No, not always. But no matter how old you get and how tall you get to be when you are all grown up, I am still going to see you as a baby."

Baldur "But why?"

"You were my first born, Baldur. You were my first baby! And same with your sister, I will always see her as a baby because you two are my babies."

Baldur "Even when I am fighting..you will see me that way?"

"I will see you as the strong and courageous warrior that you will be but yes."

Baldur "And Freya?"

"Of course. Your father will say the same thing, Baldur. You and your sister are our world."

Baldur "I love you mother."

"And I love you, son." He runs off then, after his sister. You watch them run hand in hand together, through the grasslands with their protectors and you can't stop yourself from smiling. You watch your legacy laugh and skip in front of your eyes and all you can say to yourself is; "thank you gods..thank you."

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Ivar has been spending the morning with Hvitserk. Hvitserk had told you that he would keep Ivar busy while you watched over the kids because if Ivar got involved in the discussion with Ubbe, it would not end well. So he did just that, stayed with Ivar all morning and half of the afternoon just talking to him. 

Ivar "What is taking them so long?"

Hvitserk "Who?"

Ivar "Y/n and the kids. They've been gone all morning."

Hvitserk "She told you where she took them, yes?"

Ivar "Yes..of course she did."

Hvitserk "Then why worry, aye?"

Ivar "Because I cannot stop myself from worrying Hvitserk. They are my everything."

Hvitserk "They are my everything too, brother. But you get free time away from home, so does she."

Ivar "Well what about our brother, hmm? What are your thoughts about her vision?"

Hvitserk "I believe every word that she said. I fear that if he goes along with this siege, we won't have the same brother afterwards."

Ivar nods, "That is what I fear as well. Not only that but Y/n would be fighting with us."

Hvitserk "I know-"

Ivar "And the kids, who would watch them?"

Hvitserk "Torvi..if she does not fight."

Ivar snickers, "She will fight."

Hvitserk "Then we would have to take the kids back to Kattegat. We have more men there to watch over them and keep them safe while we are gone."

Ivar puts his head in his palms, "What if something happens to one of us..or all of us?"

Hvitserk "Y/n said that we were all in her vision."

Ivar "Yes but visions are not always exact. We both know that."

Hvitserk sighs and takes a bite of his food, "Everyone takes that risk of not making it through a battle, brother."

Ivar "I know that, but this is our family that we are talking about. My wife, your sister..our brother-"

Hvitserk "I know, I know."

Ivar "If Torvi does not get him to stop this siege, I will."

Hvitserk "And how exactly would you do that, hmm?"

Ivar thinks for a second, "Talk to him, try to reason with him. Tell him what all is at stake here."

Hvitserk "We both know that if Ubbe wants to fight, there is nothing that we can do to stop him."

Ivar "If I can't stop him, I can stop my wife from fighting."

Hvitserk "If you are fighting, then Y/n will fight-"

Ivar "I am not fighting. I have too much to lose."

Hvitserk nods, "Then why worry any longer, my brother?"

Ivar "Are you fighting?"

Hvitserk "I have not made up my mind as of yet. I love our brother, he deserves someone to fight alongside him on that battlefield."

Ivar "So if he goes, you go?"

Hvitserk looks down, "I don't really have a choice Ivar. I left his side once..I have abandoned him once, I won't do it again."

Ivar "I don-" 

Freya "Daddy!" She shouted as she jumped onto her father's lap while Baldur clung to Hvitserk's side. 

Ivar "Oh my sweets," he kisses her cheek, "Where is your mother, huh?"

Baldur "She told us to go ahead. She should be in any minute.."

Hvitserk "Ah, where have you guys been aye?"

"We were in the field." You say entering the room, out of breath.

Ivar "There you are, what happened?"

"I will tell you later..we brought back a sweet gift for our boys, didn't we?"

Baldur "You are going to love it!"

Hvitserk "Oh yeah?"

Ivar "What is it?" You pull the basket of apples from behind your back and Hvitserk's jaw drops.

Hvitserk "My favorite!" He says as he takes one from you. 

Ivar "That is so sweet of you, my love. Thank you." You walk over to him and kiss his lips before handing him an apple.

"What did I interrupt in here?" Ivar looks at Hvitserk before answering you.

Ivar "We were just talking about all of the things we could do this evening."

Baldur "Like what?"

Hvitserk "We can have a nice bonfire by the pit!" He said before Ivar could.

Freya "Oh yay!" She shouted and started clapping. You notice that your husband did not laugh nor giggle even though his daughter started jumping for joy. Alarming you that he was not telling the truth but lied for the children's sake.

"Well I think that that sounds like an amazing idea."

Ivar nods, "Hey, could you take your sister and go find uncle Ubbe for me please?"

Baldur "Yes, come on Freya."

"They are by the east entrance." He nods and runs off with his sister joint at his hip. You wait for them to close the door behind them before you sit down next to your husband. 

"I overheard them, Ivar."

Ivar "W-what did you hear?" You hesitate to answer because you are saddened by what you overheard.

~•~

When you got to the east side of your kingdom, you could hear Torvi's voice. You immediately stop in your tracks. You tell Baldur and Freya to go on without you and that you would be in in a moment, so they agreed. You hide in the treeline to avoid them seeing you listening in on their conversation. 

Torvi "You could hear the fear in her voice, Ubbe. Why are you not listening-"

Ubbe "I am listening Torvi. I heard what you said."

Torvi "And yet you are not taking it seriously-"

Ubbe "No, I guess I am not."

Torvi "Why?!"

Ubbe "If it were true, why has she not told me herself?"

Torvi "She wished to do so, but sinc you are my husband, I insisted that I be the one to tell you."

Ubbe sighs, "What is it that you want me to do?"

Torvi "Don't fight. We have Kattegat, isn't that enough?"

Ubbe "I rule Kattegat but not alone. Hvitserk is also the ruler of Kattegat. I wish to rule my own kingdom."

Torvi "So you will not reconsider.."

Ubbe "I will rule Wessex, Torvi. With you by my side. Isn't that what you want?"

Torvi "I don't wish to lose my beloved husband over a kingdom that is already being ruled. I heard Y/n, I heard her voice break as she told me her vision. So no, I do not want you to fight."

Ubbe clears his throat as if he was aggravated, "I am going to talk to Y/n myself. If I do, maybe I will reconsider. But as of right now, my mind is set."

Torvi's eyes start to water, "I see." He walks closer to her and cups her cheeks.

Ubbe "I love you. You are my world. But I have ambitions, as every viking does. I hope that you can understand."

Torvi "I love you too." Ubbe starts to walk towards you so you make a run for it and go into your kingdom. 

~•~

Ivar grunts, "Why is our brother so stubborn?"

Hvitserk "All of us are stubborn, Ivar. Not just Ubbe."

Ivar "Well it looks like I have to talk to him."

"He wants to talk to me Ivar. I can persuade him to not fight, I am sure of it."

Ivar "You can talk to him, my love. But I am going to talk to him..I have to. I can't lose any one. I can't lose anyone else." He looks at his brother when he said that. He lost his two brothers and his parents, he does not wish to lose anyone else that he loves.

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When you hear the pitter patter of your childrens feet and the laughter of Torvi, your heart rate skyrocketed. You fear that even after he talks with you, that he still won't change his mind. 

Baldur "We found him!"

Ubbe "I have arrived!"

Ivar "Thank you, son. Why don't you go play with Igor?"

Freya "Oh can we Baldur?!"

Baldur "Alright then." They walk off and Ubbe stands in front of you.

Ubbe "Can we talk?"

"Of course."

Ivar "I would like to talk to you afterwards, brother."

Ubbe "That might not be necessary-"

Ivar "I wasn't asking."

Ubbe "Alright fine, but I am taking your wife first." He takes your arm, making you laugh. Torvi stays with Hvitserk and Ivar while Ubbe takes you outside. 

You two sit down on a bench near some flowers. 

Ubbe "So, Torvi has told me."

"About my-"

Ubbe "Vision..yeah."

"And what do you have to say?"

Ubbe "Is it true?"

"Of course it is true."

Ubbe "Then tell me..talk to me."

"You change. You are not you anymore.."

Ubbe "That is not talking to me Y/n-"

"I am trying to talk to you, it is just very hard for me to tell you this Ubbe. You are my brother and I love you."

Ubbe "And I love you, but you need to tell me what you know." You take a deep breath and tell him absolutely everything: every detail, every word said, even the surroundings. When you were done telling him, he was speechless. 

"Now do you believe me?"

Ubbe "I never not believed you, Y/n."

"So what now?"

Ubbe "I am not sure."

"You are still considering it?"

Ubbe "I have ambitions-"

"And what happened to your family? Huh..what about them?"

Ubbe "They will join me."

"Not if you are dead!"

Ubbe "From your vision, I do not die."

"Visions do not show everything Ubbe. Why are you not reconsidering?"

Ubbe "I have to think, Y/n. This is my future I have to think about."

"What happens to their future?" He looks behind him to see Torvi, his step daughter and his son in her arms. His heart breaks in his chest. What is he thinking? How could he take such a risk?

Ubbe "You are right Y/n. I..I don't know what came over me." You don't really know how to respond. "Can you forgive me?"

"Nothing to forgive. I am only looking out for you. I do not wish for you to have that fate. Because if you do this, you could gain a kingdom, but you could lose everyone that you ever loved." And that is all he had to hear. 

Ubbe "You are right. Thank you for telling me."

"Of cour-"

Ubbe "But I have to ask..why did you hide it from me for so long?"

"I was going to tell you sooner but I told Torvi first-"

Ubbe "And why is that?"

"She noticed how quiet I have been recently. So she pulled me aside and I told her." He nods, "I told her that I was going to tell you but she wished to be the one to tell you herself."

Ubbe "Alright, I understand. Go be with your children now." He pulls you in for a hug and then he lets you go. He thinks to himself, "What do I do now?"

~•~

You go inside to see Ivar playing with yours and his children. Freya is on his shoulders while Baldur cackling him.

"Baldur, don't-"

Ivar "He is fine, my love. I promise, he isn't hurting me." You breathe for what felt like th first time in hours. 

Freya "Mommy, Daddy ate all the apples!"

"He did!?"

Ivar "I kind of did.." you burst out laughing and so does he. "They were so delicious, I couldn't help myself."

"I'll go get some more for Hvitserk-"

Ivar "That can wait until tomorrow, please stay."

"Say no more." You kiss him over and over, until you hear your kids shout 'ew'. 

Ivar "You know, one day you two will be married to your own lover and you will be doing to the same thing your mother and I do."

Freya "Yuck!"

Baldur "I'm excited!"

"Oh are you?" You giggle.

Baldur "Oh yes! Seeing how happy you are with father, makes me look forward to what the gods have planned for me." You are in shock by the words your son just spoke. He isn't even a teenager yet and he speaks like he is a thirty year old man. 

Ivar "Your mother makes me very happy, son. But your mother had to go through very rough times before she met me."

Baldur "Like what?"

"I will tell you when you are older, my son."

Baldur "But why not now?"

"Because what I went through before I met your father is not age appropriate."

Baldur "Oh.."

"But I can say that I was not in a good marriage. I was married into this kingdom, not by my own will. My husband was Igor's Uncle-"

Freya "No way!"

"Mmhhmm..And he was not a good man. But after a few years, your father came into my life and saved me."

Freya "Daddy, the hero!"

Ivar chuckles, "I am glad to be your hero, my love." You smile at him.

Baldur "Will I ever find love like yours and mother's, father?" He says with a pout. Ivar takes Freya from his shoulders and hands her to you so that he could get down to Baldur's level.

Ivar "There is no doubt in my mind, son. You will find love one day that will sweep you off your feet and make you realize how amazing life is it live. You see son, life isn't just about winning and losing battles. It is about establishing yourself and finding love along the way."

Baldur "Did you love someone before mother?"

Ivar "I did, for a time. But I fell out of love with her, and then I found your mother-"

Ubbe "Look at you four.." Ivar looks up to find him and Torvi standing in the doorway. He forces a smile and gets himself off of the floor. 

Ivar "Hello, Ubbe."

Hvitserk "Y/n, can you show me where you got those apple's from? Ivar ate them all.."

"Sure." You laugh and you walk out with him to give Ivar and Ubbe some time to talk. 

Ubbe "What is it that you wanted to talk to me about, brother?"

Ivar "I can't let you fight, Ubbe. Too much is at stake."

Ubbe "I have reconsidered the siege but I have yet to make my final decision."

Ivar "After everything that you have heard, from Torvi and from Y/n..you can't say you won't?"

Ubbe "No, I won't say that. I deserve time to think. You have Kiev-"

Ivar "And you have Kattegat!"

Ubbe "Not to myself Ivar. That is not my own kingdom. I wish to have my own kingdom, does not every viking dream of that life?"

Ivar "I think that you are being greedy."

Ubbe "Greedy?"

Ivar "Yes," Ubbe chuckles, "Because look at what you have! You have Kattegat, you have a wife and children.. why is that not enough for you huh?"

Ubbe "It is enough-"

Ivar "Then stay." Ubbe walks away from his brother and Torvi. Ivar looks at her, speechless. 

Torvi "Give him time, okay? That is all that we can do right now, is give him time."

Ivar "I can't lose anyone else-"

Torvi "Neither can I, Ivar. Neither can I." She walks away to go after her husband, leaving Ivar with his thoughts. All he can do is pray to Odin that his brother does not go through with this siege.

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Nightfall came over Kiev and even though Hvitserk was telling you a fib, you all still came together to have a bonfire by the pit. Freya sat on her Uncle's lap and Baldur sat on his father's lap while Torvi and Ubbe held onto their own children. The warmth hit your skin, soothing your aching muscles from lifting your kids up and into a tree earlier today. 

Ivar "My love.."

"Mmm?"

Ivar "You are quiet.. you are never quiet."

"I am never quiet?"

Ivar "Not very often," you two giggle, "what is it, my sweetheart?"

"I am just relaxing. I have not relaxed all day. I am pretty sore-"

Ivar "You are in pain?" His eyes got wide.

"Only my arms and legs, my love. I am fine-"

Ivar "Why are you in pain?"

"Our children wanted to pick their own apples today so I had to lift them up to reach them. That is most likely why. And my legs, well, that is because we were in the grasslands for hours and hours."

Ivar "Oh my sweet, come here." He offers his arm, inviting you to lean on him. Of course you do just that. "Rest now, my love. And tonight, I will give you a message..how does that sound huh?"

"Or we can just take a warm bath together-"

Ivar "Your plan sounds better." He smirks and you blush. 

Baldur "Fatherrr!" Ivar ruffles his hair, making the three of you laugh.

Hvitserk whispers into Freya's ear, "Look at those lovebirds, aye?"

Freya "They always like dis.."

Hvitserk "Well that is good, little one. One day, you and your brother will be with someone who makes you just as happy as your parents make each other happy."

Freya "That is was Daddy said earlier!"

Hvitserk "You see! If your father says it, then it is absolutely true." He tickles her sides, making her bolt out with laughter. 

Ubbe "Are you tickling my niece?!"

Hvitserk "I am tickling my god daughter..yes!" Ubbe laughs and takes a drink of his ale. 

You pucker your lips so Baldur reaches over and kisses you. After he does, you lean back down and into Ivar's arms and took in this incredible moment in time. Your family sitting around the pit, with your people's laughter in the background, your children's laughter and your wolves playing just beside you. Everything about tonight has been perfect, making you feel a little extra grateful.

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"You couldn't handle me even if i came with instructions" for that rockstar robot crocodile you like!

[ Monty!!! he's not a crocodile though he's a alligator wjehfwbwehj ]

[ See above ]

[ Characters: Montgomery Gator, me <3 i'm gonna use Hugo for this one ]

[ Warnings: just Monty being a lil arrogant kjfnwfewbjh. also it got away from me and ended up longer than intended lmao ]

Taking the nightguard position really wasn't Hugo's best idea.

It had seemed good when he'd seen the original job posting, because he loved animatronics and he was a definite nightowl, but he didn't realize how alone he'd be in the giant pizzaplex.

The building looked so much smaller on the outside, but seemed enormous one he was inside. There was no other human being, and all he had was his flashlight and phone. If someone broke in, he really had no way of checking outside of walking, or running, over to the area.

Which was fucking horrifying, by the way. This was probably karma for being a horror fan.

He did, however, feel a little better when he made his way through the hallway that housed all the animatronics' rooms. He peeked into Roxanne's room, surprised when the wolf waved at him. After a small pause, he smiled and waved back.

"I didn't know they were on at night," he muttered to himself as he checked Chica's room next. The chicken was sitting on her couch and tuning her guitar. She looked up at Hugo when he paused in the doorway, giving him a short wave. He waved back again, and moved on to Freddy's room.

At first he thought Freddy was missing when his room was empty, beginning to panic, and even letting out a short shriek when the bear's paw(?) landed on his shoulder.

"Oh, sorry," Freddy apologized quickly, "I didn't mean to spook you. You're the new nightguard, right?" he asked, and Hugo could only nod yes. "It's good to meet you!"

"You too.." Hugo finally replied, clearing his throat quickly. "Why were you out of your room? I didn't think you could do that after hours..?"

"I was just taking a walk," Freddy answered, moving past Hugo and into the room that he had left vacant. "Need to keep these joints moving so they don't lock up."

Well, that was an easy explanation. "Well- uh- sounds good, I guess," Hugo accepted the answer without question because he really didn't want to be questioning the bear animatronic with literal fangs. "Please just try to stay in this area, so I know where you are. It's a big place, easy to lose you in."

"Of course," Freddy agreed, and while Hugo was almost positive that he absolutely would not listen to that, but he wanted to keep moving so he just accepted that too.

Moving on, Hugo now stood in front of the green room that belonged to Montgomery Gator, his personal favourite of the Glamrock animatronics. Partially because southerner representation, but mostly because he was hot. For an animatronic.

He wasn't surprised to find Monty also tuning his own guitar, since they'd had several shows during the day and Hugo knew damn well how often strings instruments needed to be tuned (orchestra life is a constant hell).

Without thinking, he lightly knocked on the doorframe (since there were no doors, just open walls) to announce his presence. He almost froze when Monty looked up at him.

See, Hugo had seen animatronics close up, and he had no problem with it. He'd just never seen the Glamrocks close up, and he really didn't expect Monty to have that many teeth.

"Just checking in," Hugo said when he had the animatronic's attention, suddenly feeling like he was in a spotlight. "Part of the job and all."

Monty stared for a second longer, before scoffing and looking back at his guitar. "New guy, huh? Ya just gonna stand there? Come on in."

Ah. He wasn't expecting to be invited in. He stood there for a couple more seconds, before carefully making his way into the room. "Uh, yeah, this is my first night. Though I've been here plenty of other times in the day."

"So that's why you look familiar!" Monty replied with a sharp laugh, grabbing Hugo once he was close enough and pulling him down next to him on the couch. Which really just resulted in Hugo just... awkwardly sitting there. At least Monty was warm- he could feel the heat practically radiating off of the animatronic gator.

"I have to ask how you recognize me." Hugo didn't really show up enough to be recognized by the animatronics, and the other three had seemed surprised that he was there, or at least didn't see him as familiar.

Monty paused after that, before letting out another laugh. "Well, ya know, I got a better memory than the others, I can remember someone better than them."

...

That was a terrible excuse. Hugo accepted it anyway.

".... Right," Hugo replied, clipping his flashlight onto his belt when he realized that he wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. "I'm Hugo," he said after a moment, upon realizing none of them knew his name.

Monty just tapped the badge on his chest. "I'm not illiterate, ya know. We learn our music, it's not programmed."

Hugo felt his face heat up briefly, and he quickly looked away to avoid the teasing he felt would be inevitable. "I forgot about the badge," he admitted in a mutter, letting out a soft huff.

"Aww, don't tell me I'm pushin' buttons already," Monty jokingly whined, lightly jabbing Hugo in the side, which made him yelp. "You shouldn't be so easy to mess with if you don't wanna be, ya know, messed with."

Alright, Hugo could take teasing, but it was different when it was an animatronic, so he tried to shove the arm away, only to fail because he was human and Monty very much wasn't.

"Hah, nice try tiny," Monty teased, jabbing him one last time before letting up. "You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." That made Hugo glare at the gator, quickly standing up as if he was going to leave.

Only to not make it two steps away from the couch before metal arms were wrapped around his torso and pulling him back down onto the couch.

Well, technically his lap.

"Don't leave," Monty told him, resting his (admittedly bigger than Hugo thought) head on the human's shoulder. "I can be nicer. Swear it."

"I doubt that," Hugo grumbled, despite immediately relaxing in the gator's grasp to avoid getting hurt. He had to admit though, the warmth was nice.

Monty muttered something unintelligible, nuzzling Hugo gently. "I promise. I don't want'cha runnin' away from me. I've been wantin' to meet you up close too long for that."

So that's why he recognized him. Seemed like Hugo was his favourite animatronic's favourite human.

... He could live with that.

"Fine," Hugo accepted his new fate, resigning himself to hanging out with Monty for the rest of his shift. Not that he minded- not at all.

It did, however, become routine, which means Hugo didn't get a whole lot of work done.

[manycoloureddays]

34, 15, 16 - any losers (could work for any, couldn't pick!)

 34. Spin the Bottle, and this is all the losers because I couldn’t pick! This is also very, very long (3.5k) and unedited, but enjoy!!It’s all Bill’s fault. 

They’re sprawled out around the Denbrough’s basement; all of them on the floor, lying so they’re touching each other, even though he could have sworn some of them started out on the ratty old couch. Bev and Stan and Mike he thinks. 

He’s lying with his head on Ben’s stomach, his feet in Richie’s lap, his hand curled around Mike’s wrist, while Mike’s other hand runs through Stan’s curls. Bev and Bill are sitting either side of Richie, the three of them passing a joint back and forth between them, pressed close, shoulder to shoulder. The seven of them all together, inextricable. As it should be. 

Eddie’s comfortable, even though it’s stuffy down here and they spent their morning goofing around the Barrens. He can definitely feel a little sunburn on the back of his neck. It’s the second week of summer after their first year away at college, all of them spread across the country most of the year now, and it’s nice, just being together like this. 

He’s missed them all a stupid amount. 

They write sometimes, call less than that, but college is busy, and there’s no comparison to this. To Ben’s fingers running through his hair. To being able to lift his head and catch Richie’s eye when he knows they’re both laughing about the same thing, Richie running his hand up his calf and squeezing his knee. To being able to share a Look with Stan. To being able to touch people. 

God, he’s missed touching people. He’s missed feeling comfortable enough to touch people. He relaxes further into it. Hums along to The Clash record that Richie had put on. Everything is exactly as it should be, and then Bill passes the joint to Stan and opens his stupid mouth. 

‘You know w-what w-we should do?’ There’s a collective questioning noise. ‘We should p-play a game. Never Have I Ever. Truth or D-dare. Spin the b-b-bottle.’ 

Eddie lifts himself up a little, weight resting on his elbows instead of on Ben, and raises his eyebrows. Stan looks confused too, and Richie looks wary, but the others all seem agreeable, if not enthusiastic. 

‘C’mon, g-guys. It d-doesn’t have to b-be a big d-deal. It’s just us.’

Bev shrugs. ‘I’m not playing Truth or Dare with Richie ever again. Not after last time.’ She flicks Richie’s ear just as he’s opening his mouth, probably to say something stupid about being the resident Truth or Dare champion. ‘But I’m up for a game.’

‘Yeah, as long as it isn’t Truth or Dare,’ Stan says, and Eddie glares at him. Traitor. 

‘Oh really?’ Richie’s grinning wide, wriggling his eyebrows at Stan. ‘You not going to flake or fail out of Never Have I Ever, Staniel?’

Stan flips him off, grinning back. ‘It’s been a year, Tozier. I think I could give you a run for your money.’

Richie laughs loud, like it’s been punched out of him, and his grin is so fond it makes Eddie’s teeth hurt. ‘That’s my boy!’ He crows, leaning forward with his palm up for Stan to hit. 

They go back and forth for a bit, Eddie with his fingers crossed for Never Have I Ever, because despite how comfortable he is wrapped up in his friends, his other option is kissing at least one of them and he is not sure how he feels about that. It’s Mike that casts the deciding vote. 

‘Never have I ever played spin the bottle.’ Just like that it’s decided. They all sit up and start arranging themselves in something more circular. Bill goes upstairs to find a bottle.

He must still be looking a little freaked, because Bev catches his eye and says, quietly, so the others can pretend not to hear her, ‘if you don’t want to ..?’

Eddie shakes his head. ‘As long as there’s no rule that it has to be a kiss on the mouth, I think I’ll be okay.’

And because his friends are the best, even when they’re the worst, not one of them protests his rule. Richie sits down next to him, not that there has even been, nor will there ever be, a question of that, and slings an arm across his shoulders. Eddie leans into him, resting his head against Richie’s neck. 

Richie giggles. ‘Your hair’s tickling my nose, dude.’ Instead of moving away, he nuzzles his nose in Eddie’s hair. ‘It’s got long.’

Eddie shrugs, small enough not to dislodge Richie’s arm. ‘Ma wasn’t around to tell me to cut it. I think I like it longer.’ He looks up in time to catch Richie, soft and fond. 

‘It looks good, Spaghetti.’

‘Don’t call me that,’ Eddie says through an unconvincing smile. 

He shoves Richie this time moving with enough force to dislodge him. Richie falls dramatically into Bev, who doesn’t blink, doesn’t even look up from where she’s talking to Mike about a book they’ve both been reading, just reaches up to steady him. 

Then Bill’s back, and there’s an empty wine bottle being placed in the middle of their circle, and Eddie is back to worried. 

When none of them make a move towards the bottle, Bev rolls her eyes and sighs exaggeratedly. 

Leaning forward and smirking at the boys around her, she says, ‘guess I’m always going to be first, huh?’ and spins the bottle. 

Eddie watches it spin and sends out a plea to the universe. Not me, not me, please not me first. 

It lands on him. Because of course it does. Because the universe hates him. He would like to blame the universe, but then there’s a wolf whistle from the other side of the circle and he looks up to see Bill. Ah, he thinks to himself, that’s right. It’s all Bill’s fault.

Bev shuffles into the circle and beckons for Eddie. He doesn’t want to make this harder for himself, or uncomfortable for the others, so he moves towards her, grimacing. She holds out her hand, and because it’s Bev, he takes it. She squeezes, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand. Once they’re kneeling knee to knee, she leans closer to him and presses a firm, warm kiss to his forehead. 

He watches her as she pulls back, her eyes are warm and full of laughter, and he’s seen her nearly every day for two weeks but he’s been missing her for months and months. Hasn’t seen her except for one afternoon over Christmas, when they’d overlapped in Derry for a weekend and they’d shared two milkshakes at the diner because they both liked chocolate and strawberry and never wanted to choose. So he leans up now and presses his own kiss her forehead. 

When he sits back on his heels, her smile is toothier. ‘Love you too, Eddie.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m very lovable,’ he grumbles. He knows he’s blushing. He scoots back to his spot next to Richie and sticks a finger in his face. ‘And don’t you start!’

Richie, who was definitely about to make a crack about how lovable Eddie is, or possibly about how he got it from his mother, laughs, his hands up as if to say, who? Me?

‘It’s your turn, Eddie,’ Ben says, and Eddie groans. They all laugh at him, as he leans forward and spins.

He watches the bottle. Feels his stomach flip when it whirls past Richie. He doesn’t know if he wanted it stop or desperately did not want it to stop. What would be better, kissing Richie in front of a room full of people who know him better than anyone else in the world, most of whom know about his crush, and some who have told him to do something about it more than once, or chickening out and kissing his cheek, his forehead, the back of his hand like he’s in a Jane Austen novel. 

The bottle lands on Bill, and that feels, somehow, like the universe is flipping him off. You don’t want to kiss the boy you’ve been in love with probably since you were eleven, but definitely since you were thirteen? Fine, kiss the first boy you ever had a crush on. Is this better? Is this what you wanted Eddie? To which Eddie would like to respond, fuck you, universe. 

Once again, Eddie is the second one to crawl into the circle, Bill is waiting for him, his usual cocksure self. Eddie jabs him in the gut, just to wipe the stupid grin off his face. 

‘So, do you want another forehead kiss, or are you ready for something better?’ Bill asks.

Eddie, who still has not learned how to not talk back when people try to get a rise out of him, shoots back, ‘You think you can give me better, huh Billy? I’d like to see you try.’ 

He immediately wants to slap himself, just bury his face in his palm and be done with it, but Bill is too quick. He takes Eddie’s face in both hands, ducking in closer. 

‘Is this okay?’ And that is so Bill, that quick change from ridiculous bravado to kindness, that Eddie just rolls his eyes, all fondness, and nods. ‘Cool.’

Bill kisses him, soft but sure. For all it’s close-lipped and chaste, there’s a tenderness that Eddie was not expecting. Bill strokes a thumb across Eddie’s cheek and pulls back. His smile is softer now.

Eddie is definitely blushing now. He smiles back, grins when Bill meets his eye, and nudges his shoulder with his knuckles. 

‘Thanks, Big Bill. Eight year old me is flipping out right now.’ Bill furrows his brow, and Eddie shrugs, in for a penny… ‘Yeah, you were my first crush.’

Richie squawks, and Bev sings out, ‘we really are twins!’, and Bill, Bill blushes. Eddie giggles. He taps Bill’s cheek in a gesture that reminds him horribly of his aunts. 

‘Don’t worry, I’ve been over it for years.’

‘Sh-shut up, Eddie,’ Bill laughs. 

And, alright, maybe this game isn’t so terrible after all.

Eddie sits back in the circle and lets himself enjoy the game. He plucks Richie’s beer out of his hand and takes a sip, not bothering to wipe the can before he does. He watches Richie watch him out of the corner of his eye and smiles to himself. 

Bill spins and the bottle lands on Mike — ‘This should be interesting’, Richie whispers into Eddie’s hair, taking his beer back, but staying close, pressed up against Eddie’s side — and Eddie watches Mike rubs his palms on his shorts before joining Bill. They stare at each other for longer than either of Eddie’s kisses lasted. Eddie can’t see Mike’s face from this angle, but Bill’s eyes dart over to Stan, who is leaning forward, face intent. 

The kiss was soft, until it wasn’t, Bill clambering into Mike’s lap, Mike’s grip on Bill’s hips tight. 

Eddie turns to Richie, eyebrow raised, but finds Richie looking not at Bill and Mike, but at Stan. Eddie follows his gaze. Stan’s lip in caught in his teeth, but he doesn’t look worried or hurt, he looks. He looks like he’s trying to work out a particularly difficult equation actually. Eddie turns back to Richie, who seems satisfied. 

Eddie doesn’t know much about what’s going on with Stan and Mike, but he and Bill are both in New York, and he’s had many lunches and dinners and nights out diverted by Bill’s “wonderings” about Stan and Mike. He’s also spent a number of his phone calls with Richie since spring break talking about how Stan needs to stop talking to Richie about his ‘soap opera love life and just talk to the fucking people he wants to fuck’. 

Maybe Bill’s Spin the Bottle plan wasn’t concocted with the sole aim of annoying Eddie. 

Mike and Bill are still kissing, and Stan looks about to combust, and Eddie is wondering if he should say something, when Ben coughs significantly. When that doesn’t work, Bev grabs an ice cube out of her water and leans over to put it down the back of Bill’s shirt. It works a treat. 

‘The fuck, Bev?’ Bill squeaks, before he and Mike have the decency to look sheepish. 

When Mike’s turn lands on Stan, Bev holds another ice cube up threateningly and says, ‘you get twenty seconds. Thirty, if I’m feeling generous’. 

Stan flips her off. He catches Bill’s hand on his way back to his spot, leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth, and then he’s mirroring the Bill of a few minutes ago and climbing Mike like he’s a goddamn tree. Mike’s fingers are in Stan’s curls, and Eddie has had tunnel vision since he realised that the swoopy, butterflies feeling he got in his stomach was Richie-related and didn’t just happen anytime anyone touched him, but watching Mike and Stan kiss, he is forced to admit that his friends are really fucking hot. 

He takes another swig of Richie’s beer, and then decides to finish it, because he can. 

‘Jealous, Eds?’ Richie whispers, his hand finding its way into Eddie’s curls. ‘Looks like Mike’s the one to kiss.’

‘Nah.’

‘Not even a little? It looks like you’re enjoying the view.’ There’s something in his tone, something wistful that he hears almost every time they talk on the phone, but Eddie isn’t bothered by it. He just pushes back into Richie’s hand where it’s scratching the base of his skull. 

‘I can enjoy the view and not be jealous. ‘Sides, no one’s enjoying the view as much as Bill.’ 

Richie murmurs in agreement. His fingers get caught in a tangle in Eddie’s hair, and when he tugs Eddie feels himself go boneless. 

‘Jesus,’ Richie tugs again. ‘You’re like a cat.’

Eddie is about to ask him something — he’s not sure what, just knows that words are about to come pouring out any second — when Bev calls time, and Eddie’s focus is drawn back to the circle. 

Stan’s first spin lands on Bev, who says with the confidence of the only person who cares about the rules of a stupid party game that they aren’t doing double turns until everyone’s had a kiss. Stan second spin lands on Richie, and Eddie almost whines when he pulls his hand away and shuffles into the circle. Almost. 

He doesn’t quite stop himself from pouting though, and Bev leans over to poke him just so she can wink at him. Eddie sticks out his tongue. 

Stan and Richie kneel facing each other, and Eddie can tell they’re having one of their silent conversations but he’s never learned how to decrypt them. It used to bother him, when they were younger. Partly because of his whole Richie situation, but mostly because he was supposed to be Richie’s best friend. It was stupid, because all of the losers were best friends, and just because he and Richie became EddieandRichie did not mean that Richie was not allowed to have other best friends. It wasn’t really until they’d started back at school after that summer, the summer that changed everything, and he saw the way Richie and Stan were able to slow each other down with a look, the way Richie always seemed to know how much attention to give Stan’s worry, the way Stan always knew the right thing to say to bring Richie back to himself, that Eddie got it. Stan and Richie were first best friends, they were brothers. And Eddie had been starting to realise that he really did not want to be Richie’s brother. 

Now, even though he still doesn’t understand whatever weird language Stan and Richie have, he knows them well enough to know they’re trying to figure out how to do this without making it weird. 

It only lasts a second before Richie pounces, pressing Stan back into the carpet and dotting kisses all over his face. He kisses Stan’s eyebrows, his chin, his forehead and cheeks, the tip of his nose, and Stan is rolling on the floor underneath him, giggling. 

Satisfied that Stan has been kissed enough, Richie sits back and helps him up, both of them collapsing on each other, laughing. 

‘You’re such a shit, Rich,’ Stan manages to say through his laughter. 

‘You love it.’ 

Stan snorts and ruffles Richie’s hair. 

Richie picks the bottle up and rubs it like it’s a magic lamp. ‘Are you ready, Benny boy?’ 

Ben laughs and moves towards the circle but Richie holds up a hand. 

‘No, no, this is Spin the Bottle, not kiss whichever friend hasn’t been kissed. We might be playing by Miss Marsh’s rules, but the spinning of the bottle is a sacred rite.’ 

It takes Richie fifteen spins to get the bottle to land on Ben, and even then he seems sceptical, convinced the bottle is pointing not at Ben’s knee, but at the space in between Ben and Stan. 

Ben sighs, put upon, the way he mastered last year when Eddie and Richie would crash his library study sessions and he needed a quiet and polite way to tell them to fuck off. 

‘Fine, fine. I know you want some of this,’ Richie sweeps his arm in front of him, before waving Ben forward. 

Ben leans in and kisses Richie on the nose. Not to be out done, Richie kisses Ben on the nose with a lot more wet noises than Eddie thinks is strictly necessary, but Ben just laughs. 

Richie crawls back across the floor, and curls up around Eddie, his left arm braced beside Eddie, propping him up, his chin resting on Eddie’s shoulder so they’re almost cheek to cheek. 

They spin the bottle a few more times, but Eddie doesn’t really pay attention, too focused on the millimetre of space between his face and Richie’s. Ben definitely kisses Mike, and he thinks Bev kisses Stan, but all of their interest sort of fizzles out, and they go back to drinking and lounging and talking about their plans for the rest of the summer. Someone mentions a road trip: two cars, a glove box full of mixtapes, and somewhere with an ocean. He’s pretty sure he agrees to go, makes a mental note to find the right time to tell his mother. Not that she gets much say in what he does now. That was his condition, when he agreed to stay at her house this summer instead of staying at one of his friends’ places. 

Eventually the hot day and the beer and Richie’s stupidly big hand in his hair catch up to him, and Eddie hears Richie say quietly to Bev? Bill? ‘I’m going to take him home. We’ll see you guys tomorrow.’ And then he’s being tugged to his feet, and the change of altitude brings him close enough to wakefulness that he can say goodbye to his friends, and walk up the stairs under his own steam. 

He and Richie walk home; Richie overshooting his street so he can walk Eddie to his door like he always does. Their arms are swinging at their sides, their hands almost brushing, and Eddie is sick of the space between them. How is it that today they have both kissed two people, and somehow the only people in their group they missed out on are Mike and each other? 

Eddie screws up his courage and closes the distance. 

Richie stumbles when he takes his hand, but he rights himself fairly quickly, and their arms still swing between them. 

They don’t talk, and Eddie finds himself enjoying the quiet. 

When they reach the end of Eddie’s street, instead of walking up to his house and saying goodnight and walking up the stairs so he can miss Richie until he sees him tomorrow — or until he sneaks in Eddie’s window — instead of doing what he’s done every day of the summer, and every day of his life for four years before that, he tugs Richie under the enormous tree by the entrance to the small park on the corner. 

‘Eds?’ Richie’s voice has that weird wistful tone again, and Eddie can’t stand it anymore.

‘CanIkissyou?’ He asks so fast he’s not sure Richie will be able to parse the words. 

‘What?’

‘Can I kiss you?’ 

Richie’s face is doing something complicated, and Eddie knows this one. Knows that even if Stan could deceipher it this face is still for Eddie alone. This face is wary and careful and a little bit scared, but mostly it’s just hopeful. 

Richie nods. Says, ‘please’. 

And Eddie is really really glad this didn’t happen in Bill’s basement, with all their friends, because of some bottle. Because there’s no one to call time after he’s stepped into Richie’s space and pressed their lips together, after Richie’s caught his waist and dragged him impossibly closer, after he’s licked Richie’s bottom lip and swallowed the moan that followed. 

They pull apart, slowly, when their need for air is suddenly more than theoretical, but they don’t go far. Richie bent forward so their foreheads can rest together, so they can stay breathing the same air. 

‘I’ve wanted to do that forever,’ Eddie says, and Richie sighs, presses a kiss to Eddie’s nose, to his top lip, pulls back far enough so he can look Eddie right in the eye. 

‘Me too. Eds, me too. Forever.’ 

Eddie is powerless to do anything besides lean in and kiss him again.