#“Dad was embarrassed by me. He was happy to send me away. Keep me out of sight.” “Your father LOVED you. He just wanted you to get better.”

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THINKING so hard. about Elias Spector again. God help me.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

The part where Jeremiah’s like if I start kissing you I’m scared I won’t be able to stop or something like that! Chills

My Jeremiah stuff keeps flopping, why are you doing this to me...

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Under the moonlit sky of the golf course, everyone was getting ready for bed. Steven and Taylor had gotten tablecloths and cushions from the debutante ballroom. It wasn’t as comfortable as a real bed, but it was better than sleeping on the grass. At least it was summer. And thank god it wasn’t pouring rain.

Not feeling tired yet, you decided to walk around. These past nights, your dreams have been haunted by bright blue eyes and a sweet smile, as if pressing you to make a move on Jeremiah Fisher. You shared a kiss on the boardwalk last summer and didn’t stop thinking about it all year. It was embarrassingly pathetic.

Talking about Jeremiah, you spotted him by the golf cart, folding tablecloths to make blankets. A smile curled on your lips and you walked toward him. 

‘’Hey, Jere.’’ 

‘’Hey,’’ he returned, short and dry. 

A frown drew between your eyebrows. ‘’Do you want to go inside and finish the movie?’’ 

‘’Not really. It’s kinda late.’’ He continued folding the tablecloths, completely ignoring you. 

‘’Oh. Okay.’’ You nodded, understanding. It was late. ‘’If you ever need a place to sleep tomorrow night, you can come to my house. I’m sure my parents—’’ 

‘’That’s very kind of you, but no thanks.’’ 

You lowered your eyes at the grass, watching it slip between your toes in your sandals. You were trying to be kind, but he obviously didn't want your help. 

He was still upset about the house and his aunt and dad teaming up to sell it, but there was something else. Something related to you. 

Last night, on the boardwalk, he was sweet and touchy and even gave you some of his candy he and the boys won. Now, he was a different person. Cold. Distant. It’s like he didn’t want to talk to you, to be with you.

You could only think of one thing related to you that Jeremiah could be acting strange over. 

‘’Is it because of the kiss we shared last summer?’’

You hadn't talked about it since it happened and kisses often make things awkward in friendships.

Jeremiah shook his head. ‘’It’s not that,’’ he said. ‘’I…I liked the kiss.’’ 

‘’Then why do you keep pushing me away? Since you arrived in Cousins, you’ve been so confusing. You almost hold my hand in the theater and now you push me away like I have plague. I can’t decipher those mixed signals, Jeremiah. I'm not a detective, I'm a teenage girl.’’

With a deep breath, Jeremiah looked directly into your eyes. ‘’Because when I’m alone with you, all I think about is kissing you and if I kiss you, I don’t know that I can ever stop.’’

His words hung in the air, mixing with the crickets' chirp, a confession of feelings you were not expecting to hear tonight — or ever. Your heart started beating faster in your chest, realizing that you had been wrong about Jeremiah. He wasn’t giving you mixed signals because he was playing with you, he was giving you mixed signals because he was scared of his feelings for you. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Jeremiah spoke first. 

‘’Life has been really hard these past months, but I never wanted to push you away. I wanted to call you after our kiss, I wanted to ask you on a date and hold your hand and kiss you again. But I found out about my mom and I couldn’t think about anything else,’’ he admitted, his voice soft and earnest. 

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but you didn’t see any. 

‘’When I saw you at Rosie’s, I was so happy.’’ A genuine soft smile tugged at his lips, thinking back to two days ago. ‘’Seeing you face to face is much better than through your instagram.’’ 

You raised an eyebrow at him. ‘’You stalked my instagram?’’ 

Jeremiah covered his face and groaned, embarrassed. ‘’Is that all you picked up?’’ 

You uncovered his face and intertwined your fingers with his. ‘’No, but it’s an interesting anecdote. I didn’t know you were the type of guy who stalked girls on social media.’’ 

‘’I’m not!’’ he defended, regretting saying that now.

‘’I know.’’ You chuckled. ‘’I’m just teasing you.’’ 

A sense of warmth and comfort enveloped the two of you, the tension that had been lingering between you dissipating. Although all of your friends were sleeping a few meters nearby, it felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of you. Especially when you looked up into his eyes. It’s so easy to get lost in their beauty and forget everything else.

Jeremiah let out a small laugh, relieved that you were taking his confession and embarrassment in good spirits. He looked down at your lips, thinking about the last time he tasted the vanilla cupcake lip gloss on them. Were you still wearing the same? It probably wore off by now, but Jeremiah was dying to know if you tasted the same. 

Taking a small breath of courage, he leaned in closer, closing the distance between you and gently pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and tender, Jeremiah’s hand coming to cup your face gently while yours reached his shoulder to pull him down to your height. 

When you broke apart, you smiled against his lips, dying to kiss him again. ‘’Do you want to set your blanket next to mine?’’ you suggested, glints of hope in your eyes.

Jeremiah nodded. ‘’If that’s okay with you.’’

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[look-at-the-soul]

Every little thing you do- Part 9

Tommy Shelby x reader

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“Are you sure you don’t want my company?” Tommy asked for the third time as he pulled in front of the market.

“No, because you’ll start complaining as I go through the stands, but I appreciate the offer.”

“And what about the basket? You’ll have to carry it by yourself on your way back.” He tried again, feeling a bit uneasy for leaving Y/N alone.

“Tom, I’ll only buy cherries, apples and sugar, grandma has the rest.” Y/N gave him a deep frown in response by his overprotective attitude.

Giving up, Tommy raised his hands from the steering wheel. “Fine, but I’ll send someone to join you anyways.”

Y/N wanted to ask if something was wrong, but deep down she knew Tommy wouldn’t tell her much, so she decided to just thank him for the ride and step down of his vehicle.

“I’ll meet grandma at the Garrison and then we’ll go over your house.” She announced leaning down.

“Looking forward for that pie.” Tommy smiled right before driving away towards Watery Lane.

The market wasn’t too crowded as she expected, people trying to sell a bit of everything invaded her personal space, Y/N tried to keep the basket in front of her tummy, in an attempt to protect her baby. She just kept walking to the fruit stands since they were in the middle…

Passing by the stand with the rugs, another one offered jewelry, the sellers were shouting, inviting everyone in, making special offers to get the customers attention.

Reaching the fruits and vegetables stands, she closed her eyes relishing in the smell for several seconds, it was hard to hide she was mouthwatering so Y/N decided to hurry up to get the items she needed and go back to start baking as soon as possible.

“Do you need anything else?” The kind woman offered, making the count in her head.

“That would be all, thank you.” Y/N noticed as more and more people started gathering at the market.

She was now aware of her surroundings, especially after Tommy explained that he didn’t trust Father Hughes. That she needed to be more careful

“Actually… do you’ve any sugar?”

The woman shook her head. “A few stands down they might have though.”

“Wonderful, thank you so much.” With a smile, Y/N paid for her items and as she was about to move forward, she almost bumped into someone. “Lee-Anne!”

“Y/N!” Her sister squealed in delight, arms wrapping around each other immediately. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed some ingredients for a pie.”

“How’s the baby? How are you feeling? Grandma just keeps me updated with bits.”

Y/N couldn’t help but look down, she should have been a role model for her sister.

“We’re both doing okay, Tommy and the Shelby’s had been nothing but kind to us… Although, I wish we could be together and I’m sorry for the way this happened.”

“Mum and Dad shouldn’t have kicked you out.” Lee-Anne stated.

“Don’t blame them, I embarrassed them…“

But before her sister could protest again, their mother’s voice resonated.

“Mum it’s fine, I was just happy to see Y/N.” Lee-Anne explained.

“Happy? How could you be happy? She doesn’t even care to keep a low profile, she’s showing her sin proudly.” Her mother’s words cut like a knife.

“Look, I know this isn’t ideal or what you wanted for me, but this is my reality now.” Y/N tried to keep her voice down. “And I’m trying to do my best.”

“Is it the speech that gánster prepared you to repeat?” Her mother shook her head slightly. “Being so close to him only confused you, to see right what is wrong by all means.”

“Why are you even blaming him now? Tommy has been nothing but a real friend to me.”

“You don’t even care that people have been talking about you hmm? Your honor rolling from mouth to mouth, having everybody in Birmingham whispering about you and him, I thought your reputation would be over as the word would spread about Scott not marrying you, but now people are wondering if the baby is a Shelby.”

Y/N gasped too shocked by what her mother just said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Please don’t even try to hide it anymore, all of that secrecy between the two of you, going out for a ride in his horse since you were younger… he acting so protective the day he took you from YOUR house without your father’s permission.”

“He was defending me!” Y/N exploded.

“That’s what they call it now?” With a scoff her mother looked away. “I overheard one of the women that washes clothes, she was talking to someone else who works for I don’t know who and basically they were gossiping about you… and him.”

Y/N was trying to process her mother’s words, taking her time to let it sink in.

Where the hell did that rumor came from? She had been so engrossed in the foundation project and her baby that barely had time to have tea and gossip about anyone.

“I never thought you’d be someone’s mistress.”

The disappointment in her mother’s statement was like a punch in Y/N’s gut, she felt anger raising inside of her.

“Who said that? That’s not true!”

Y/N felt so upset, but at the same time she tried to remain respectful of her mother, wherever she was in the wrong.

“I made a mistake, but my father shouldn’t have hit me like that, I was bleeding, had marks all over my back for days.”

“The way you behaved, what did you expect?” She found tears in her mother’s eyes. “Can you imagine how your father felt for a second?”

“And what about me? What about how I felt?”

“Don’t talk to me like that!”

Y/N let out a shaky breath slowly, trying to regain control of her emotions.

“Think whatever you want Mother.” Y/N adjusted the basket in her hands, while a tear slipped down her cheek. “Tommy saved me and my baby that day… what people think or say about me isn’t my business.”

Walking past her sister, Y/N gave her a half smile, wishing they could get the chance to spend more time together, but she understood Lee-Anne still had to obey their parents and live under their rules.

So now people just assumed she was Tommy’s mistress? How easy it is to talk about someone else behind their back and destroy the good things they had done in a few minutes. Just because Tommy decided to support her and her baby.

As if Tommy would see her differently…

Leaning against the wall after walking for a couple of minutes, Y/N finally allowed herself to crumble, the facade of strong, independent woman was slowly overshadowed by the truth, her mother was right. She wasn’t able to push away the tears any longer.

“Are you alright? Can I help you?” A soft voice called after her worryingly.

“Yes, just getting emotional over something silly. Thank you.” Y/N lied at the stranger wiping the tears with the sleeve of her dress.

The woman looked at her not buying her answer, but decided to change the subject. “I might just take a break, do you mind if I wait here?”

“Not at all.” Y/N replied absently, her mind replaying her mother’s words over and over.

She was right though, as much as she wanted to pretend that everything was alright, that she could take anything life decided to throw at her, not having her parents by her side was a consequence she never imagined, she had failed them terribly and their distance was understandable.

“Is someone you know around? You look pale.” The woman studied Y/N’s features.

Y/N shook her head. “I just feel a bit dizzy, it should pass in a minute.”

The woman looked around not really knowing what to do, what if she got sick? What if something happened to the baby?

“I’m Frances, what’s your name dear?” The woman asked trying to think of something in case she needed help. If she knew her name, at least she could look for her family.

“Y/N!” Scudboat shouted from a few feet away. “There you’re.”

“She isn’t feeling alright.” Frances explained.

The blinder took off his peak cap and started rolling it in his hands nervously.

“What’s the matter?” Polly intervened as she joined them.

“She’s dizzy, I was just keeping her company ma’am, in case she needed help.”

Polly stared at the woman for a second, before fishing inside her handbag and retrieving a small flask. “Here, smell this.”

The strong alcohol aroma hit her immediately, Y/N was fighting a silent battle within her heart. The truth that slipped from her mother’s lips, her own reality she couldn’t deny, everything came at her suddenly.

Polly wrapped her arm around Y/N, poor thing looked so lost.

“I think you need to lay down.” Polly suggested in a motherly tone, but she regretted her words, Watery Lane was full of cops searching every corner for evidence, they took Tommy and John as a warning, scared the hell out of Esme, the place was now a mess and with Tommy out of the picture, she knew Y/N couldn’t deal with that right now.

A worried look crossed both Scudboat and Polly’s eyes.

“My place isn’t far away.” The kind Frances offered shyly. “It isn’t much, but she can rest for a while.”

“Yes, wonderful idea.” Polly exclaimed relieved.

“You’re an angel.” Y/N added knowing she really needed to calm down.

“This way, please.” Frances smoothed her skirt, before offering her hand to Y/N. The blinder following their steps carrying the basket.

And it was indeed very close, the kind woman immediately offered Y/N to lean against the cushions and lift her feet up.

“Can I offer you water or some tea?” Frances asked walking towards the window to let some air in. “My home is modest, but there’s always food and tea for anyone.”

Polly thanked her for her thoughtful gesture but had to turn down the tea offer.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, but I really need to go out right now.” Polly apologized, thinking she needed to sort out everything at the betting shop.

“Oh, she can stay here, I live by myself.”

“Polly I don’t want to give Frances any troubles, I’m fine.”

Polly shot Y/N a knowing look. “You need to rest.”

And with that, Y/N knew she wouldn’t win that argument. Polly was the boss and she had to obey.

“What were you buying if you don’t mind me asking?” Frances asked Y/N with interest once that Polly and Scudboat left, she brought the girl a biscuit, the last one she had for the week.

“Some cherries and apples, my grandma and I would bake a pie but I forgot the sugar.”

“I could give you some.”

Y/N lost it in that moment, she started crying inconsolably.

Without asking anything else, or pushing her to talk, tentatively Frances rubbed Y/N’s back in a comforting motion.

“Sorry.” Y/N sobbed, embarrassed by the sudden outburst. “I’ve just been holding it for so long.”

“What is it?”

“Moments before we met at the market, I had an unpleasant encounter with my Mother, she doesn’t approve nor support my pregnancy. I hadn’t seen her for several weeks and I know, I know this is far from the ideal happy family but there’s nothing I can do to turn things around, we had a disagreement and I guess that made me feel sick.”

Y/N took a deep breath and looked at Frances through her wet lashes. “I’m just touched by your generosity, a complete stranger offering me a hand when my own blood doesn’t care about me nor my baby.”

Frances studied her for an instant, then covered her hand in hers.

“I’m sure your mother loves you and this baby, but she’s tied to strict society rules.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that, she does just as my Father’s says, she breaths if he says so.”

“Why don’t you tell me about this woman, Polly?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled. Polly had always been like an aunt to her, she always had a comforting hug to offer and a word to say when things were wrong.

“She’s Tommy’s aunt, they’re my chosen family now.”

Taking a bite of the biscuit that Frances offered, Y/N adjusted herself to face her. “May I ask about you Frances?”

“We’ll I’m just a newly widow, I went to the market get the ingredients to make jam and tomorrow I’ll go from house to house to sell it.”

Y/N swallowed hard, she was only noticing her completely black attire. How hard it must’ve been to lose her partner and finding a way to make money.

“I’m really sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you. There are good and bad days, but I need to do something to have an income.” Frances let out. A heavy sigh. “I’m running out of my husband’s savings.”

Y/N gave Frances a smile full of sympathy, thinking of a way to help her.

“Can I help you to make the jam?” She offered.

“Only if you’re feeling better.”

“Well if you’ve the courage to make and sell jam, the least I can do is try to help you.”

She always wanted to learn to make jam actually and this was exactly what she needed right now to clear her mind and focus on something to find some peace.

“Do you mind if I ask you who is Tommy?” Frances asked with interest as she started cutting the fruits she’d use for the jam.

A genuine smile spread rapidly among Y/N’s lips. “He’s the best man I know… picked me of the ground and provided me with more than I deserve.”

Frances noticed how the young girl’s eyes lit up as she talked about this man, she assumed he wasn’t the father but a very close person to her heart, but decided to not cross the line and ask anything too personal.

Hitting the steering wheel with his fists, Tommy cursed under his breath. For being so weak, for not anticipating his enemies moves.

The moment that Hughes mentioned Y/N and her baby before Tommy was released from the cell, he felt his blood raising, tensed, alarmed and scared for the first time. He didn’t like the fact that Hughes knew about Y/N, the threaten he slipped didn’t go unnoticed by Tommy.

“It would be a shame that poor Y/N goes through the same that happened to your aunt…”- he had been so close to punch him in the face and smash his head against the brick wall, but Tommy knew he was trying to provoke him.

Parking outside Arrow House, he stormed inside the property, terrified to learn by Hughes that they delivered the baby’s furniture that afternoon.

Aware of this failure to protect her, Tommy rushed upstairs, heart pumping against his ribs, worry installed on his shoulders.

Finding Y/N stepping outside her bedroom, she was telling him about the furniture delivered and that her grandma had been visiting earlier, but he went straight to the crib, frantically looking for something.

“What’s wrong Tommy?” Y/N asked not understanding his actions.

“Has someone been here?” He demanded out of breath.

“Just the delivery men.”

As he lifted the mattress, he stopped abruptly at the sight of a card.

There it was, the direct threat towards an unborn child. Tommy decided to hide it inside his suit jacket. Defeated, he walked backwards until his body found the opposite wall.

“Tommy?” Y/N’s voice trembled. “You promised to leave the illegal stuff behind.”

“And I’m trying, I swear I’m trying.”

Y/N saw his recklessness fade away, he was just a man trying to do the right thing, but it was just him against the world.

Eliminating the space between them, Y/N caressed his face.

“I know you’ll keep us safe.” She assured him. “Hmm?”

Fixing his eyes on her, he knew he’d get a bullet for her in a heartbeat.

But now he could only think of her baby, Y/N couldn’t even come close to imagine the risk she was facing.

“Listen to me…” Tommy stated breaking their embrace, taking her face between his hands. “I won’t let anything happen to you, do you understand?”

Not waiting for an answer, he kissed the top of her head softly and pulled her back into his arms. Looking around the nursery, it was slowly coming together, it now had the furniture, Y/N talked about knitting a blanket and her grandmother was making a piece for the baby.

He needed to find out who the hell leaked Y/N’s information to Father Hughes and how did they manage to walk into his house to place that note in the crib.

And he needed to do it before they could hurt Y/N and her baby.

Two days later, she was back to thank Frances for her kindness.

“I won’t take long.” Y/N announced at Tommy’s driver. He had been adamant about her not being alone for a second so now she had a chaperone watching her every move.

It had been a busy day at the institution, Y/N had lots of work to do, unfortunately she had been feeling sick most of the morning, so she gave up and decided to get some air. Heading to the market, she bought a sack of flour, vegetables, eggs, milk, a couple of fresh baguettes and headed towards Frances’ house.

It wasn’t her intention, but since the window was open, she overheard the conversation unfolding inside.

“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll accept my proposal.” A man said before walking outside.

Y/N tried to pretend she was knocking on the house next door and waited until the man was out of her eyesight to call out for Frances.

“Frances, are you alright?”

Y/N rushed without waiting to be invited inside, leaving the basket next to her feet.

“No… that man says my husband, my Bert gave him the papers of our house in exchange for some money he needed, but he didn’t get the chance to pay for the loan.” Frances cried.

A gasp escaped Y/N’s lips, this was a mess.

“Take a deep breath.” Y/N proposed not knowing what to do. “Do you’ve someone who can help you?”

“No… I’m on my own.”

With a sigh, Y/N took a look around the small unit, Frances came from a harder background than her, her whole house was the size of her living room, and she had everything there; kitchen, bathroom, bed and the living room. Pondering in the options, decided to do what Tommy had done for her; help without asking questions.

“Why don’t you prepare a bag with your essentials and we’ll figure out the rest later.” Y/N proposed straightening her back.

“But I’ve nowhere to go.” Frances explained.

“You do, I’m taking you somewhere.”

Eventually, they arrived at the Institution, Y/N explained Frances she could stay there while it started operations, it wasn’t properly a house, but there was a sofa to sleep on, and a kitchen with the utensils she might need.

“How can I thank you for this?” Frances needed answers, feeling overwhelmed.

“No need, you helped me the other day… I’m just returning the favor.”

She would see later if there was an open position that Frances could take either at the Institution or the betting shop with Tommy, but for now, she had the day covered.

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You Make Me Wanna 3

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, best friend’s dad trope other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

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Part of The Club AU

Headlights flash across a white garage door. The car jerks to a stop and you look at the suburban house before you. The red brick and trimmed hedges are shadowy as yellow light glows from behind the front door. Another light flicks on upstairs as Walter shuts off the engine and plucks up his phone. 

You stay as you are, arms crossed as you stare over at him. He unbuckles his belt, letting it snap back, and he climbs out, shifting the whole car with his weight. You shake your head and roll your eyes. You’ll wait until he’s inside and fuck off.  

The escape is quickly stymied as he stomps around to the passenger side and opens the door. As he grabs your arm, you struggle to release yourself from the seat belt. You shove him away as you get up and steady yourself against the car. 

“Stop,” you whine. “Jesus.” 

“She better be here,” he snarls and snaps his fingers at you. 

You sigh and follow his pointing finger up the walk. He falls into step with you and his footsteps take the stairs heavily. Boom, boom, boom. His approach is thunderous in the calm suburban din. 

He pounds on the door and jabs at the doorbell. You shake your head and hug yourself as the evening sends a chill up your spine. Faye is not going to be happy and when she’s pissed, she reminds you a lot of her father. 

Walter continues his assault on the front door and finally a shadow flickers from within. Clumsy steps stutter to the other side and the latch flips back. A guy you vaguely recognise opens it from inside. Your escort growls and clamps his hand around the door frame.  

“Where the fuck is my daughter?” He sneers. 

“Huh? Who the hell--” 

“Faye!” Walter booms past the guy. 

“Yo, you can’t just--” 

“I can just, buddy,” Walter grabs the guy by his scruff, “I’m a cop and you got my fucking daughter in here--” 

“Holy fuck!” 

“Dad!” Faye squeals and comes barreling down the stairs, “get off! What are you even doing here? How do you--” 

She stops as she spots you watching half-drunk from the doorway. You put your hands up and shrug, mouthing ‘sorry’. She scowls and turns her ire back on her father. 

“You are so embarrassing! I’m an adult. I can do what I want--” 

Walter shoves aside the man in his maw and storms towards his daughter. 

“Can you, now? Why don’t you get a goddamn job and go find somewhere you can pay rent because as long as you live under my roof, you’re not an adult. You don’t get to go home with strangers.” 

Your brows raise and you back up. This would be a great time to leave. You don’t think Faye is gonna talk to you for a while after this and Walter, well, you don’t really care.  

You turn and drag your feet across the porch. What a disaster. Hey, it might save you from a future of these nights. You’re about done with the whole drinking and clubbing nonsense. Dancing isn’t too bad but there’s many guys buzzing around and Faye doesn’t bother swatting them away.  

You stop at the curb and look around. You don’t know this neighbourhood. Once you find a street name, you’re sure you’ll be able to track down a train terminal or something and get home. Great, more money spent. 

Is this what life is going to be for you? Depressing, dim, defeating. Faye, well, she’s a pretty girl, from a decent upbringing, these are her wild oats. She’ll sow them and be off to bigger better things once her name is on that degree. But you, you stick around in shady bars and you’ll be just another washed out loser. 

You get a few blocks away before you can get your data to kick in. You'll use your measly megabits in moments. Right, okay. Buses aren’t running at 2am and the train station is twenty minutes away. Fun, walking in the dark, alone. 

You don’t have much of a choice. You keep on. The glare of headlights comes up behind you, illuminating your silhouette against the hedges and pavement. You don’t look. Not until the car slows beside you. 

“Get in,” Walter orders brusquely. 

You scoff and cross your arms.  

“It’s not safe out here.” 

“Like you care.” 

“I’m a detective, it’s my job.” 

“Well, I’m out of your jurisdiction, detective, don’t gotta worry about me,” you roll your eyes. 

“Would you just--” 

You stop and face him as he hits the brakes and stops completely. 

“Where’s Faye?” You sniff. 

“So now you care?” 

“Wow, well, you can stop pretending to be Mr. Detective Good Guy,” you grit, “really, I didn’t tell her to get with that dude. If you listened, you’d know that’s the last thing I wanted. I don’t wanna be ditched for some stranger.” You shake your head and flick your hand dismissively, “not that you even care. So please, I’m gonna catch a train and go home. Don’t worry, you won’t see me any time soon. Sir.” 

You attach the last word as punctuation before you spin on your heel. You sneer into the darkness as you stroll away. You really can’t believe him. It’s like he’s so caught up in playing the hero detective in his working hours, that off the clock he can only be an asshole. 

Well, he isn’t your dad. He doesn’t make the rules for you. He is not your law. 

[brittle-doughie]

With Baker’s Love. (Valentines Day 2024 Special)

As the Baker, you made sure every one of your cookies felt like they were cared for, that you watched over them as evenly as every cookie across Earthbread. The chocolates you send into various mailboxes were always a treat to the cookies, something that they savored and cherished throughout the day…

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Yogurt Cream Cookie rode upon his flying carpet as he headed to the front of his palace. Normally, he’d have his servants handle things for him. On the day of Valentines though, he must be the one to inspect what’s sent to them. It’s just as delectable every year, a packaged box of heart shapers chocolates along with a note of love from his beloved Baker.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he read it, popping a chocolate into his mouth. He sighed contently as the pure sweetness of the chocolate melted as he ate it.

“The sweetest when they make it themselves. Truly something that Coins can never buy…~”

He floated back inside his palace with the box in his hands, nothing but the Baker on his mind…

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Walnut Cookie could not have pulled out the two boxes of chocolate fast enough from the mail as she hurried back inside, Almond Cookie couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s enthusiasm, he did a good job keeping his hidden. The Baker’s chocolate was the best there is, the sweetness gave him the energy he needed for the number of cases he was on for the week, it surpassed even that of the coffee he has on occasion.

“Looks delicious! Oops, I should’ve tested if it’s safe to eat first…”

Walnut felt embarrassed to have gone through most of her box already in front of her dad, something he assured was okay. This was chocolate, not evidence of a crime scene. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit when Walnut went right back to enjoying her box, as he ate some chocolate himself, feeling energized already. If he could taste love in food, he was tasting it right now…

Baker, never stop being incredible, he’d thought to himself.

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Gifts never failed to make Strawberry Cream Cookie feel a bit warm, he still remembered Stollen Cookie gifting him a story book. But when it came to gifts from the Baker themself? He’d drop whatever he was doing and get it right away, the chocolate box was no different.

He made sure to go to somewhere secluded in the academy to taste them, he couldn’t stop the blushing when the first chocolate touched his taste buds, it felt like a warm hug that made him his whole being shiver

“With this, I’ll never feel tired running through the forest..”

He had another and another and another, never getting over the taste…

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“I knew the Baker was in love with me.”

Lychee Dragon Cookie couldn’t stop the sly smile on their face when they received the chocolate addressed from the Baker. It was such a not-surprise to them that it garnered no bigger excitement then a brief wide-eyed look.

“I don’t need chocolates to know the Baker had fallen for my charms, heehee”

Hearing that, one of their monsters tried to take the chocolate from them…only to be met with an extremely angry Lychee in return!

“HEY! I NEVER SAID I DIDN’T WANT THEM! GO AWAY!”

The monster understandly retreated away in fear from Lychee’s outburst as they continued to glare at them from afar. Lychee did a double check around before opening it and hastily eating a piece, unable to stop the dreamy sigh from them.

Just one “I love you, Lychee Dragon Cookie” from the Baker’s mouth themself, just one….and they’ll be a happy dragon for a long time…

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“Very classy~ You know my tastes very well, my Baker~”

Chocolate Bonbon Cookie couldn’t help but admire the way the chocolates looked and tasted, it was like they were expertly crafted specifically for her tastes as she brought them into her establishment.

The texture, the refined flavor, nothing short of amazing that she should’ve expected from the Baker. That never stops her from getting surprised that the chocolates only seemed to taste even better every year!

It just gave her so many new clothing and style ideas that used the finest chocolate she can get, It would be no problem to even send you some of them as a thank you for the chocolates.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to keep in touch with her fellow fashion cookies..if only to have some more of your chocolate from them, she giggled to herself.

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Valentines Day was just one of many occasions to show how much you adore your cookies, even newcomers that had joined you were never treated any differently then ones that have been with you since the beginning. A chocolate from you is enough to make their day, maybe even their whole month!

[fluff-n-cookies]

hey, can I ask the reader to be Aizawa's daughter, but she lives with her mother in another country, so when the reader gets into a fight, her mother sends her to live with Aizawa, but she forgets to tell him, so y/ n arrives and says "hey dad, surprise?"

I'm so sorry for responding late, I just been so caught up with school, but sure! (p.s. I'm not sure if you wanted oneshots or headcanons so I did headcanons. sorry about that. and I'm also heacanoning this reader as socially awkward, sorry about that too.) reader is a teen in this!

WARNINGS MENTION OF BOOBS NOTHING GRAPHIC JUST MINETA.

first off, reader is besties with Present Mic and definitely told Mic to tell Aizawa she was coming, but did Mic Do that? NO!

he probably drove you back to UA from the airport and just barged in yelling "BITCH (Aizawa) GUESS WHAT" "what do you want Mic?" "no, guess!"

okay parting away from the crack, Aizawa and you are both dying of embarrassment since Aizawa is teaching a CLASS RIGHT NOW.

So Aizawa is Infuriated since first he knows you hate being put on in the spotlight so he does scold Mic about it while all might handle class 1A's training.

eventually you two do get to talk one on one and the moment after you say "hey dad, surprise?" he just collapses on the closest surface and replies "goddamn it you're too cute to be mad at."

please tell him about every single detail of your trip it makes him so happy. he wants to know you trust him with this information and it makes him feel like he's getting just a bit closer to you. even the bad things that make you cry like a bad break up or an argument with your mom, it just makes him want to comfort you more.

tries to get you some of your favorite snacks from your country so you feel at home.

if you feel out of place in Japan since the majority of us are probably not Japanese and probably do not meet beauty expectations, he encourages you to keep being yourself instead of trying to fit in like everyone else.

1A GIRL SQUAD MAKEOVER! 1A GIRL SQUAD MAKEOVER!

these girls are doing your nails and practically interrogating you about your life in your country.

Momo wants to know ALL the customs and ALL the history, HECK TEACH HER YOUR WHOLE LANGUGE.

Mina DEMANDS TO KNOW YOUR LOVE LIFE AND ALLLLL THE DRAMA.

Tsu, Ochako, and Hagakure are just happy to be there, and Jiro is incharge of music.

they are also the ones protecting you from Mineta so try and stick with them.

now here, Shoto and Tenya are in a silent battle over your love and Mineta and Kaminari are fighting over your Boobs.

Shoto helps control the temperature in your room so it seems more like the climate your used to in your country.

while Iida is purposely taking a languge class that you speak and having you translate it for him so he knows he's doing it correctly. (he knows he is but he just wants to hear your voice.)

OH DON"T GET ME STARTED ON AIZAWA FAM

shinsou automatically switches to brother mode, please let him show you his cat plushes and favorite animes, it just makes him so happy.

Eri HAS to have a sleep over with you at one point, you're like an older sister to her (MOVE ASIDE HADO-)

speaking with Toshinori in english if you come from an english speaking country.

Thank you for requesting and I hope to see you in my inbox again soon!

[munsonkitten]

“Doing okay?” Steve asks when the door is shut and the lock clicks behind him.  

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “Yeah, I’m good, I think.”

“Anything you need from me?”

Eddie shrugs and wanders over to his bed. He has a magazine laying open on his pillow, a full ashtray and a pack of cigarettes next to it. He clears off his bed, setting everything down on his nightstand before deciding he needs a cigarette. 

“Want one?” Eddie asks, offering the pack to Steve.

Steve shakes his head and comes over to sit on the bed with Eddie. He ends up taking a drag of Eddie’s, fingers wrapped around Eddie’s wrist to bring it to his own mouth.  

“Christ,” Eddie breathes. 

“Hm?” Steve hums, picking up Eddie’s magazine like he didn’t just do all that. 

So goddamn nonchalant like Eddie can’t still feel the spots where Steve’s firm grip wrapped around his wrist. Like he has no idea how much Eddie likes when Steve takes what he wants like that. 

“You can’t be serious,” Eddie says as Steve settles in bed with the magazine. “We’re here alone and you want to read my Rolling Stone?” 

“You buy this?” Steve asks. 

And okay fine. Maybe Eddie went out to buy smokes earlier with the money Steve gave him, and maybe he picked up the magazine, too. 

Eddie nods. 

“Good. With the money I gave you?”

Another nod. 

“Good boy,” Steve says, tossing the magazine back onto the nightstand. 

He takes Eddie’s wrist again and takes another drag of the cigarette, and Eddie feels like Steve’s sucking all the air right out of his lungs along with it. A moan falls from his lips, unexpected and kind of embarrassing. 

It’s always the goddamn good boy that does it. The fingers squeezing his wrist certainly help, too. 

“See? You like being my good boy,” Steve whispers, leaning in for a kiss. 

Eddie stubs the cigarette out in his ashtray just before he’s tipped backwards onto his bed. He gets laid out, Steve fitting next to him on his side, leaning over just enough to keep kissing Eddie. 

It’s true, too. Eddie loves being Steve’s good boy. He loves hearing the words, loves knowing Steve’s happy with him. It warms his chest and makes his dick twitch. 

“My sweet boy,” Steve whispers against his lips. “Such a sweet thing for me.”

Eddie nods, going in for another kiss to show Steve how much he likes it. One name after another sending Eddie’s insides alight. Makes him go a little bit stupid, his brain telling him he’s allowed to just let go because Steve’s going to keep him safe. 

“When’s your dad coming back?” Steve asks. 

The question takes Eddie by surprise, dragging him back to solid ground as his brain threatens to float away. 

“Huh? Oh. Uh, I don’t know.”

“You think we should stop?” 

“What? Why? No.”

Steve kisses him again. “We should talk before we go further. I mean, we haven’t done anything since before everything, and—”

“What’s there to talk about?”

Another kiss, like Steve has no real intention of stopping. 

“I just need to know this is what you want,” Steve says, sliding his thumb over a scar on Eddie’s cheek. “And that you’re not just… you know, trying to do stuff because I gave you money, or whatever.”

“I want you,” Eddie says firmly. “Please, believe me. I want you, Steve.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks. 

Eddie nods. “Have this whole time, I promise. And I know I was stupid, but we never did anything I didn’t want.”

Steve nods, slipping his fingers into Eddie’s hair. “I know, I know, it’s just—”

“Just nothing,” Eddie pushes. “I love you, Steve, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

“Not if you don’t mean it.”

Steve says it so quietly, Eddie barely hears it. His eyes are big with something that looks like worry, but Eddie can see conflicting emotions there. The little quirk of Steve’s mouth gives him away, the corner pulling ever so slightly as he tries to suppress his smile. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I do, don’t you think?” Eddie says. “I really do love you. Would’ve said it that night you did, but I was crying and upset, and it just never came out, but I felt it then, too. I’ve felt it for a while.”

“Are you going to feel it tomorrow, too?” Steve asks. He’s really smiling now, and it’s a beautiful thing to see. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, a warm affection spreading through his entire body. 

“And every day after if I’ve got any say in it,” Eddie says. 

“Well lucky me, then, because you’ve got a whole lotta say in it. Looks like I’m stuck with you.”

“Don’t sound so excited.”

They’re both grinning ear to ear, Steve’s fingers scratching gently at Eddie’s scalp, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. Eddie feels like he’s in the right place, like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. And that place is wherever Steve is, no matter whose bedroom they’re in or what waits on the other side of the door. 

“Are you gonna keep kissing me, or what?” Eddie asks. 

from sugar on my tongue chapter 4 - read on ao3

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hi! Literally love all your writings🗣️🌹🌹 I was wondering if you can do something platonic with Modern!Bill with teen daughter reader and how they would be with each other (love all writings but I’m a sucker for platonic writings)

(Hello! Ty for loving my writing and aye, sure I can! I love platonic writings so I hope you enjoy!)

Being Bill Kaulitz's Daughter

Your dad could be the corniest and most embarrassing mf ever to meet on some days

He finds it so funny to embarrass you in front of your friends

But also if your friends know who he is he is like

"Yes. It is me." With his dramatic eyebrow raise and hair flip

He's still dramatic man no matter if he has you or not

Your childhood consisted a lot of being to on tour and having your uncle's do your every bidding

Tom and you are like partners in crime

After your dad of course

Georg let you sneak off with him and Gustav taught you practically everything

You were taken on stage a lot

Your dad likes to teach you anything to do with music at all

When you were a kid you would crawl into bed with Bill no matter what and you probably still do it

Your dad just lets you because he knows you still find comfort in it

You will always be his little girl no matter what

He legit struggles when he remembers your not a kid and growing up

Spoiled you no matter what

Even if he got criticism from media about how you were brought up he still did it

He dressed you just like him when you were younger

He didn't force you to dress like him though, you just found him cool

You and him match on a daily though

That father daughter duo with amazing style

You guys can never be caught wearing something that doesn't send a statement or look absolutely amazing

He is so proud your happy to be his kid

You are the best thing to happen to this man the moment he met you in the hospital

He lets you grow your own hobbies, interests and style

He doesn't make you do something you don't wanna do

Tries his best to keep paparazzi away from you growing up

Tries to keep you out of the media when you were born for as long as he could to protect your privacy

He thought you wouldn't hang out with him as you grew up bc he is a bit more on the feminine side and thought you would find that embarrassing but was glad you didn't

You and him have shopping sprees so many times of the week you guys just can't stop

You constantly bother your dad and he lets you

Buys you whatever in hell you want just because you want it

When you guys buy clothes you guys have a practical runway and fashion show and are giving each other compliments, tips and shit like that

He is a very supporting dad

Either with what you wanna do in your life, school, jobs and anything

Doesn't care if you grow up and date a woman, a man, a they, he just wanted you to be happy

Posts you literally everyday

Is almost like a Facebook mom with everything in your life

Wrote a bunch of songs about things happening in your life like milestones

You are him are very close if you couldn't tell

[notmazikeen]

SixEyed | Gojo Satoru

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‧₊˚✧[chapter 4]✧˚₊‧     

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The sun began to shine through your blinds. The busy people in their cars, trying to get to work on time. The cold air stinging your skin. The warm chest- The loud laugh coming from Shoko?!

The flash of her phone, she took a picture to capture the sweet moment. "WAKE UP!" Shoko exclaimed with a giggle.

You broke from your trance as she screamed and Gojo groaning loudly with annoyance.

He threw the duvet covers over the both of your heads, "I'm so sorry..." You say though a stifled giggle. Satoru just gripped your waist tighter in response.

"I'll send you two love birds the picture. Bye!" Shoko's voice faded as she closed the door on her way out.

Satoru looked at you under your grey covers, with a smile?

"Good morning." He rasped out. Ugh, his grumbly morning voice was so attractive. "Good morning, Satoru." Your voice as sweet as ever. A furious blush across your features. His grip around your waist loosened but didn't move. 

"She'll never let this go will she?" Gojo dramatically sighed and lifted the covers off the two of you. You sat up and shook your head. "Of course not, it's Shoko." The both of you broke out in soft laughter. His eyes were squinted, he honestly looked so handsome right now. He looked happy. 

Satoru stretched his arms and yawned loudly. Loudly like a dad sneezing in a quiet room. So dramatic of him. As always.

His feet swing to the edge of the bed slowly. His head turning to the side to meet your gaze. "You talk in your sleep. Oh, you're also clingy if you couldn't tell." He smirked softly before running a hand through his nappy hair.

Your eyes widened at his words. You looked away in embarrassment before rubbing the side of your neck. "What did I say? Yea, Shoko wakes me up if I start trying to cuddle with her." 

Satoru rose from the bed and placed his hands on the edge of your bed. His eyes level with yours now. He looked cocky, and was probably about to say something with the same tone too.

"You were mumbling something I couldn't make it out." He lied through his teeth. Wanting to keep this as his little secret memory. Honestly it was cute how he was clearly so infatuated with you. Oblivious you, you didn't understand the extent of his crush.

You covered your eyes with your palms, groaning dramatically. "Sorry, that's so embarrassing. Haha..." You whined. Even though you weren't making eye contact with the tall man, his eyes burned through your palms. You could feel his predatory stare on you. Then a shift in the bed.

His hand softly removed yours from your face. He smiled softly and tilted his head. A toothy grin then escaping his lips. "C'mon. I can smell Sugu cooking breakfast." Your face was so red right now. You could feel the hot sensation across your face and ears. Your body throbbing with a heat flash.

You could only nod in response. Quickly swiveling around in the bed to stand to your feet. You rubbed your eyes and fixed your shirt, untucking it from your shorts. You were basically Adam Sandler right now. The outfit was eating. A long ass shirt and basketball shorts? Fantastic.

Just as the thought brushed your mind a soft giggle erupted from Gojo. "Adam Sandler what are you doing here?" He teases, watching you roll your eyes playfully. You push past him to walk into your bathroom. "Waitin' for them to play Gangnam Style." You reply back to him. The two of you breaking into laughter again.

Shit why was he actually perfect. He can be actually be funny, sweet, protective, and sexy under his ego?!

After the two of your freshened up, he followed you into the kitchen. A savory smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs, wafted into your nose. You hummed in satisfaction at the mouth watering smell. "You guyssss, you didn't have to make breakfast!" You gave them a heartwarming smile.

Suguru turned his head to meet your eyes, along with Shoko. "Figured we'd need it after last night. You two sleep good?" He added a smirk to his last sentence. To which you turned to Satoru, who was already annoyed. 

"Best sleep I ever had." He adds. His annoyance clearly a joke, which make you nod quickly. "I sent you that picture by the way!" Shoko hums with a little dance. Someone must have gotten laid last night and it wasn't you.

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After Suguru and Shoko departed from your home, Satoru asked if it was okay that he stayed for a little while longer. Of course you let him, who wouldn't?

The both of you went to shower, him in Shoko's bathroom, and you in yours. Conveniently he had a change of clothes in his car, but he was snooping around your kitchen... in hardly anything.

His sweatpants hung low on his waist, some parts of his body still damp from the shower. His white hair clinging to his face and his towel draped across his shoulders. It was a mouth watering sight to see.

You sprawled out on your couch, dressed in an off the shoulder sweater with some comfy shorts. Staring at Satoru with admiration.

"Looking for something, Nosy?" You smirked softly, catching his attention. He looked somewhat shocked, not hearing your footsteps bring you to the living room. He bit his lip and avoided eye contact for a moment. "Was just cravin' something sweet." He said sheepishly.

You roll your eyes and giggle softly, of course he wanted something sweet. Every time that he went out with you, Shoko, and Suguru, you always had to stop at a store so Satoru could buy a sweet treat. At resturants, he'd always get dessert for the table. He'd finish the dessert before anyone could have more than one bite though.

You met his gaze as you squeezed past him, giving him a soft smile. "I have a bunch of stuff stashed away up here." You hum. Leaning your torso against the counter and reaching up to try and reach for your sweets hidden behind some cans and boxes. 

It was just barely out of reach, even on your tip toes. Damn, why the hell where your cabinets so high?

Satoru shuffled quietly before finding his place behind you. A hand gripping the edge of the counter beside you and the other reaching up towards the cabinet. His torso and hips were pressed against your back, trapping you suddenly against the counter. What the hell? This was something straight out of a movie.

He let out a soft grunt struggling to find something behind the boxed food, making your skin raise in goosebumps. Your face was as red as ever. The position, the frustrated noises coming from him, and the fact that it was Satoru in all of this.

He finally reached for something he was fond of and pulled it down in front of your face. "Can I have these?" He mumbled. His warm breath suddenly close to your ear. Fuck, he was so close.

You opened your mouth in an attempt to speak but nothing came out, so you cleared your throat. "Y-Yea." You stumble out. Your words sounding pathetic, how did he make you suddenly at a loss for words. He wasn't even flirting with you, but the way his toned body pressed up against your ass and back made you weak.

His lips ghosted over the nape of your neck, his slender fingers gently moving your hair out of his way. "Were you surprised that i'm a camboy?" He mumbles, his words igniting something primal in your stomach.

You slightly cocked your neck, shifting your body and accidentally pushing your back closer against him in the process. A very quiet huff escaped his lips. If you hadn't been holding your breath you wouldn't have heard it. 

Both of his arms trapped you in place now, his knuckles turning white, contrasting against your darker colored countertop. "Y-Yea I was..." You mumbled quietly. The tension between you two had magically appeared. It was making the air thick and heavy, and fuck it suddenly felt hard to breathe correctly.

He smirked softly at your comment. "Did you like my stream?" He questioned. His voice was strained, like the bulge forming in his boxers. 

You stay quiet for a moment. Satoru didn't like that, he needed a response from you. His body stood up straighter and he placed a hand on your hip, turning you to face him now.

His eyes low, his face stained a light pink, and his damn hair. The wet strands sticking to his forehead. Creating a masterpiece of a man. His muscular body flexed as he backed you flush against the counter. 

The way your eyes traveled down his body made him tense up. Your eyes felt like needles against his skin. Every touch, every look, every word from you right now could break his control. "Answer me...Please." He practically whines.

Finally your eyes meet his, feeling a bit embarrassed you were basically just standing there and gawking at him. "A lot. I liked it a lot." You choke out. Your voice no higher than a hushed whisper. 

The draw you felt towards his touch was driving you insane. The need to feel his warm skin against yours again. This was so out of character for you. Usually you didn't care to bother with Gojo but something clicked. He was truly a dream, and even if there were rumors of him getting around with the desperate college girls in your class, you didn't care. He was here with you right now wasn't he?

His strong hands picked your body up, softly placing you on top of the countertop. His fingers slowly tracing up and down your thighs. Working his way to spread your legs ever so gently. 

Your stomach churned with butterflies, it was degrading how desperate your body felt. The cotton of your underwear beginning to turn a darker shade of red. You needed something, anything to ease this desire.

His face came close to yours, he subtly licked his lips, like he was ready to devour you. 

You could feel his hot breath across your lips. He was so close again. You hadn't even noticed how he pushed himself between your legs. How you unknowingly squeezed your thighs around his waist. The bulge in his pants throbbing for an ounce of friction, yet he was inches away from actually making contact with you. 

His slim fingers ran up your body, finding their resting spot on the side of your face. 

"Did you touch yourself to me?" He huffed out. The shifting of his feet made his aching boner rub harshly against the fabric of his boxers. He swallowed hard, trying to cover up how badly he wanted you. 

Your eyes quickly diverted from his. Your face becoming flustered at his lewd question. Was he really going to make you answer that? Of course he would...

He softly grabbed your jaw. His crotch finally making contact with the warm sanctuary between your thighs. His fingers made you regain your eye contact.

"P-Please." He cleared his throat and inched his hips closer against you. Softly rutting himself against your throbbing cunt. The contact making you let out a shaky breath.

"I need to know. Please." Satoru's voice struggling to remain composure. He was begging for your answer. The way his eyes searched for an answer on your features, made you nervous. 

You bit your lip and placed your hand on his bicep, stroking it softly. "I came from watching you..." He froze. Satoru's hand on your thigh tightened its grip. 

"F-Fuck. Say it again." He groaned out. The words clearly going straight to his cock. You could feel it too. When you said that, his cock twitched against you. You were bothering him so bad you could feel his cock twitching through both of your clothes. 

"I w-was the one who..." You paused for a moment. Wondering if you should really say it. He followed your command the other day though, he wouldn't shame you. He was a camboy for fucks sake. "The one who asked you to... spit o-on it." 

He pushed his head into your neck. Resting his forehead against your shoulder and collarbone. A soft groan leaving his lips. "Ha. I haven't even gotten to k-kiss you and I swear I could cum right now from your words."

You bit your lip and pushed your hips forward, grinding your cunt against his bulging erection. "Toru..." You mumbled. One of his hands laying flat against the counter and his other still gripping your thigh, only it would inch closer to your shorts every time you spoke.

His lips placed soft but passionate kisses against your skin, causing a stifled whimper from you. "I can't fuck- I want no- I need you so bad." He grunts. His voice silky smooth, almost sounding like a purr.

Satoru leaned upwards again and stared at you for a moment. Both of you looked lust drunk right now. Your hands wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer, and kissing his soft lips. The two of you now caught in a passionate kiss. 

It was a heated kiss. The tension in the room finally finding its way out. Gojo's free hand traveled down to your ass. Squeezing it firmly and pushing you closer against his cock. Earning a groan from the both of you. 

His fingers now traced the bottom hem of your shorts. Tugging on them softly, but roughly. 

He was trying his best to take it slow with you, to enjoy the moment he's only been able to fantasize about. Your soft erotic noises were no help though, your words cut through his resolve like a knife to a piece of meat. 

You underestimated what was about to happen. Just how devoted this man was about to be to pleasuring you until you cried. Satoru had craved your touch since the moment he met you. Your soft eyes turned something in him. The way you carried yourself. The way you were so calming and bubbly. 

He wanted to make you his, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

He broke away from the sloppy kiss slowly. His eyes low and predatory. Satoru studied you for a moment. Drinking in your flustered face. The way your body fit against his perfectly.

"I promise I will make you forget about everything besides my name, baby." He purred. 

And holy shit were you so ready. 

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@drakenswifeyy @sapphireandange @madaqueue @starlightanyaa @agentkeegan

[thankeywa]

Hey! Can you write a aged up lo'ak x female human fanfic where they go to the lab for the first time since they officialized their relationship, the reader then realizes that they could kiss ( something they were desperate to do) bc she's not wearing her exopack, then she pulls him to a private spot and kisses him softly, leaving him surprised? After the kiss, they can keep kissing and smiling softly between the kisses, maybe that can become their secret spot afterwards.

A.N: thank you for this request, and sorry it took me so long to get to it! My brain always wants to be extra about everything and it took me a while to decide how I wanted to write this! ALSO you always like my stuff and you started following me from the very beginning so thank you, thank you, thank you! Hopefully it won't take me as long to write the idea you sent me recently and yeah, hope you like this!

T.W: none! just fluff and a lil making out. Lo'ak and fem!Human!reader are aged up. As always minors DNI.

Words: 1.5k

Na'vi words:

'evi: child (said affectionately by someone older)

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This must be the place | Lo'ak x fem!human!reader

I'm just an animal looking for a home, and share the same space for a minute or two

Each one of the Sullys had reacted quite...differently to Lo'ak and y/n announcement. Neteyam and Kiri had already known, maybe even long before their own younger brother, that the two shared strong feelings for each other, ones that went well beyond friendship. And while Kiri had simply accepted the news gracefully, happy for her brother and her best friend, Neteyam decided he now had full reign to tease Lo'ak out in the open about it. He especially liked to embarrass Lo'ak in front of y/n.

"My little bro is in love." He'd say to purposely get on Lo'ak nerves and make y/n laugh, as it would eventually spark a squabble between the two brothers.

Tuk was going through her teenage phase, and she didn't say much about it other than: "Yeah, what else is new? You actually told mom and dad yet?"

Y/n knew Lo'ak had been dreading telling his parents about the two of them. He hadn't said anything about it specifically, but she could tell he was on edge. They'd had very difficult conversations in the past, after getting together, about possibly keeping their relationship a secret, as y/n was concerned about the repercussions it could have had on Lo'ak. On his relationship with his family and the clan. But Lo'ak had outright refused to even consider it. "I love you, y/n. And by Eywa's grace, I have been given the gift of your love in return. I will not squander that gift by keeping us a secret..."

Sometimes y/n couldn't even understand how she'd gotten so lucky. It was clear to her that the Na'vi loved her more than anything in the world, no matter how much distance there was between them. In physical terms, there was quite a lot of it. Y/n couldn't breathe on Pandora without her exopack, and having to wear it all the time when she was outside of the lab made her feel even more self-conscious than she already was about her appearance. This meant that the two of them hadn't even shared their first real kiss, and Lo'ak was already telling his family about them.

It felt a little surreal to y/n, but she knew how important tradition was to the Omaticaya and she was ready to support Lo'ak no matter what. Jake had been the first one to speak, interrupting the seemingly endless silence that followed Lo'ak's declaration. No doubt both his parents were in shock to find out their son was in love with a human.

"You have always been part of this family, y/n." He said, after tearing his eyes away from Neytiri's. Y/n had hoped Lo'ak's father would have been accepting of them, knowing his history. And she was more than relieved to find out she hadn't been wrong about him, giving Lo'ak's hand a squeeze of reassurance. "Thank you, Mr. Sully-- I mean Olo'eyktan-" She scrambled her words and Neytiri cut her off briskly.

"Ke-he." She spoke, and y/n felt a cold shiver run down her spine as Lo'ak stepped in front of her protectively, but his mother stopped him in his tracks with her bow. "You are a Sully now, 'evi." Neytiri continued, looking back at y/n. "So you speak with strength. I know you keep my youngest son out of trouble." Lo'ak and y/n looked at each other bashfully, she beamed at the relief she saw on his face. Neither of them could have ever hoped for Neytiri to take the news so well. "That takes strength. So, as Tsahik, I bless this union, and I pray that you do not regret choosing such a reckless boy." Neytiri gave Lo'ak a warning look, making y/n bite back a smile at the embarrassed expression on her boyfriend's face.

After a long day of emotional rollercoasters, it was time to make their last stop at the lab where Max and Norm worked, and y/n had spent most of her life, to give them the news. Y/n was not surprised by the fact that Lo'ak's siblings had wanted to tag along, and she was mostly amused by their antics while she could see that their almost constant lack of privacy was beginning to wear Lo'ak down. He carried her on his back as they walked through the forest, and she had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "I'm so proud of what you did today..." She whispered so only Lo'ak could hear, while his brother and sisters were distracted by an argument they were all having.

Lo'ak's ears lowered, giving away how flustered y/n statement made him feel. "I'm proud of the woman I've chosen." Y/n hugged him even tighter at the sound of those words, burying her exopack covered face in the crook of his neck. She desperately wished she could have kissed him at that very moment.

"Awwwwww." Kiri and Tuk cooed, catching sight of what was happening behind them, while Neteyam did a poor attempt at wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Y/n laughed a little, flushing slightly from being caught, while Lo'ak outright hissed at them menacingly. "Why are you guys even here? Mind your own business!"

"Oh, loverboy's got his tail in a twist." Kiri teased her younger brother and y/n had to physically restrain him from charging at her. Y/n managed to get him to calm down just in time for them to arrive at the lab. Norm and Max were very happy to hear the news, though they confessed they'd already had their suspicions. Lo'ak's sibling agreed, going on a long rant about how obvious the two of them were. Oddly, an argument sparked about who had known about them first, and y/n, while finding it all somewhat amusing, could tell Lo'ak was standing on his last nerve.

Now that she was no longer wearing her exopack and Lo'ak only needed to take regular breaths from his respirator mask every hour or so, y/n couldn't wait any longer. She pulled him to the side, and they exited the room where everyone was still debating details on their love life. "Eywa as my witness." Lo'ak was still fuming as y/n lead him through the compound until they reached her private study where she carried out most of her own research. "If those three don't stop-"

Y/n got up on her desk and gently pulled Lo'ak toward her, pecking his lips softly. She pulled away slightly to catch his wide-eyed look of surprise, beaming at him. "You gonna keep being grumpy? Or will another kiss make it better?" Y/n asked, tugging playfully at his braids as a smile began to return to his face. In fact, Lo'ak felt like he couldn't stop smiling. Y/n had just broken him.

"I think... I think a few more, yeah..." He made a poor attempt at still seeming upset. "I'm still... very grumpy..." Lo'ak hoisted her up in his arms, making her yelp in surprise. "Well, in that case..." She giggled before leaning in for another kiss. Lo'ak reciprocated in an instant the second time around, moving his lips carefully against y/n's as he followed her lead. The Na'vi couldn't get enough of her taste, and the only thing that made him pull back every once in a while was the need to catch a glimpse of her flushed cheeks.

Y/n couldn't stop smiling whenever Lo'ak pulled away to look at her, slightly embarrassed by her inexperience, but ultimately not caring when the feeling of his lips on hers melted all of her worries away. "Mmh, someone seems to have changed their mood..." She murmured, kissing the corner of Lo'ak's lips and the side of his jaw. "Yes- no, I mean--- no, I'm in hell. Only your kisses can save me from the agony..." Lo'ak never wanted her to stop, not even for a single second. How had they been able to keep apart from each other for so long?

Y/n snorted at his poor acting skills but was more than happy to give in to her boyfriend's whines. Time seemed to lose all meaning, and thankfully y/n was immediately able to recognize the signs of shortness of breath that Lo'ak was experiencing since he was too taken with littering her cheeks and neck with kisses, he hadn't even noticed he was struggling to breathe. "Skxawng, give me your mask..." She reached for the respirator around his neck and quickly brought it up to his face, listening to his breathing steadily go back to normal.

Y/n shook her head and laughed at the look on his face once he'd pulled the mask away. It was priceless. "What? I forgot, okay?" His cheeks were a very nice shade of deep blue.

"You forgot to breathe?" She laughed again.

"'S not my fault, you had me a lil distracted..." He shrugged, unable to hide his cheekiness with an obvious grin.

Y/n sighed and pulled Lo'ak back into her embrace. They had to say goodbye before the eclipse came and changed the landscape of Pandora for the night. Lo'ak's siblings were already long gone. Leaving y/n was always difficult, but this time the Na'vi wasn't at all worried. They now had a place for the two of them to call their own, and Lo'ak was certain the two of them were going to be meeting there every single day for the rest of their lives.

[chiriwritesstuff]

Meet Me at the Farmers Market - A Christmas Special - 🎅 Santa's Baby ❄️

A Farmers Market! Joel AU x Confident! Plus Sized! F! Reader

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots

Chapter Rating: T

Word Count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings & Notes: Explicit language, Miller Family Hijinks, Joel's in a costume, Ellie's in a costume, everyone is in a costume!, Naughty Santa, Tommy just can't help himself, One big-time jump into the future!, Joel is a girl dad through and through, Merry Christmas ya filthy animals!

Summary: What happens when Joel is forced to be the market's resident Santa? This story takes place five years after Pt. 6

A/N: ... and the Miller Family Hijinks™ are back!

In all seriousness, I want to thank everyone who has read, shared, liked, and loved this little series of mine. What came from an insane idea one day working at the farmers market to where we are now, I am so thankful for all of you that has supported me and my silly little series this year! I am so so so happy you all love Farmers Market Joel, and I can't wait to write more for you all! Here is a little Christmas treat set a few years in the future. I hope you all enjoy! Merry Christmas, everyone!

Dividers by @saradika

“Tommy, you fucking owe me… big time.”

Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the cheap polyester of the ill-fitting Santa suit clinging to his bare skin, leaving him itchy beyond belief.  Thank god it’s decently cold in Austin this time of year, he thinks to himself- if I had to do this in 90-degree weather… he pulls at the offending white beard strapped on his face, “Tell me why I’m being held against my will being Santa yet again-“

“Oh, come on, Joel, no swearing in front of the kids!” Tommy teases, slapping his brother's back as he fiddles with the digital camera fixed in front of Joel, making sure that it sits steady on its tripod. “Besides, you certainly look the part, you know. Maybe you could lay off on the after-work beers once in a while.”

“Go fuck yourself, asshole-“

“I thought we were going to try not to bicker and cuss each other out this year?” Sarah suddenly interjects, an elf hat fixed on her head as she smooths out her elf costume. She smirks, turning to a not-too-pleased Ellie in her costume, muttering to herself about getting paid to endure the torture of volunteering for the annual Christmas festival at the market. “Oh Ellie, you look so-“

“Stupid? Because I feel like a moron-" she chides, stomping next to Tommy as she fiddles with the camera. Tommy whacks her hands away as he shoos her off. “This is so fucking embarrassing! At least Joel doesn’t have to wear a pillow under that suit-“

Three of the four Millers burst into laughter, Joel glaring at them as he shakes his head. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, glad y'all are having a blast at my expense… next time Maria asks for a Santa, you-“ he points at Tommy, his face still red from laughing, “as her husband, should volunteer yourself-“

“… but you wear the suit so well, brother! Besides, I’m sure Sunflower would love for you to climb up her chimney…” Tommy interjects with a mischievous grin, sending the group into another fit of laughter.

“Oh gross!” Ellie shrieks, “Please tell me you’re going to burn that suit afterward!”

“Okay Millers, are you ready?!” Maria claps her hands together as she approaches, a wide smile on her face as she pushes Tommy aside, settling herself behind the camera. “Got all of the swear words out of your system? Let’s get into our places, there’s a lot of antsy kids waiting for Santa, we can’t keep them waiting, can we!”

Joel adjusts the too-big Santa trousers once more and gives her a thumbs up. “Okay, Let’s get this shit over with!”

“Dad, your beard is crooked,” Sarah laughs, reaching over to fiddle with the fake beard and kissing his cheek. “For the record, you are the best Santa the market has ever seen…”

“… and yet, this doesn’t mean that you’re getting a new car-“

“… she’s going to love it,” Sarah cuts him off, a small smile on her face. “Besides, don’t you think she’ll be happy to see you all dressed up?”

Joel smiles at that, nodding. “I hope so, I’m doing this just for her, you know?”

“Yeah, Dad, I know.” His eldest daughter laughs, “You’re going to kill it!”  

After what feels like forever, families keep streaming in as the day goes on. Kids of all shapes and sizes take their turns on Joel's lap—some looking terrified, others just thrilled to meet Santa. Thankfully, the line finally starts thinning out as the last hour of the festival approaches.

Joel, finally catching a break, stands up to stretch. He twists his back, and you can practically hear his body protesting in agony. "I'm getting too old for this shit," he sighs, frowning.  

"Excuse me, Santa," a little voice calls out from behind. "Is it my turn?"

Joel can't help but smile as he turns around, facing a little girl, no older than four, her head tilted to the side. She sports a wide grin and a pink beanie atop her head, her brown hair fashioned in charming braids, holding her mother's hand. "Sure, baby girl. Come to Santa!" Joel exclaims, settling back into his sleigh. He pats his thigh invitingly, the girl's mother giving you a knowing wink as she carries her onto Joel's lap.

“So, have you been a good girl this year?”

The girl beams at him, bouncing up and down as she nods. "Yes! I water all the plants at my mommy’s stand-" she points off into the distance, "and my daddy said that if I’m a good girl, he’s going to teach me to carb animals too!" She exclaims, "Just like my sisters! I’m a big girl now, that’s why!"

"Is that right? How old are you now?"

She holds up four little fingers. "I’m FOR!"

"... and what’s your name, pretty girl?" Joel asks with a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m Anna Miller!” she replies, her hand raised in excitement. “You can call me Annie! My mommy and daddy sell stuff at the market, do you know them?”

“I might,” Joel replies knowingly, giving her mother a wink. “Your daddy tells me that you have been very good this year!” Joel plays along, a conspiratorial smile shared between you and him. The enchantment of the moment continues as Annie beams with joy at the confirmation from Santa himself.

“Really?” she cries, “I’m so happy, I want to learn how to make my favorite animal, my daddy promised! He’s not here today,” she pouts, “it’s just me and mommy! I miss him. Mommy said he’s busy working his other job, do you think daddy is going to come to the market before it closes?”

“Well, baby girl,” Joel smiles as he winks at her mother once more, “as Santa, I can promise you that he’s going to be here, I’ll make sure of it. What’s your daddy’s name?” Joel continues the charade, eager to sprinkle a bit more magic into his daughter's day.

“Joel! My daddy’s name is Joel Miller! Do you know him?!”

“I sure do!” Joel replies, patting her back as Maria takes a photo of the two of them. “We are really good friends, you know?”

Anna turns back to you as you stifle a laugh. “Mommy, did you know Daddy is friends with Santa?! All of my friends are going to be jealous! Can you call Daddy and tell him his friend is here?” She leaps off of Joel's lap, running to you as you hike her up onto your hip. Joel hurriedly rips off the Santa costume, leaving him in his undershirt and jeans as he smirks at his wife and daughter.

"Sure, baby," you coo, looking over your shoulder as you laugh at Joel, giving him a nod, making sure the coast is clear.  

"Hey, baby," he says from behind, his daughter squirming in your grasp.

"Daddy!" she shrieks, wiggling herself from Sunflower as she barrels into Joel. "You're here!" She frowns as she takes him in, her lip wobbling as she starts to cry.

Joel looks at you in horror, turning his attention back to his daughter as she cries in his arms, moving her back and forth as he attempts to console her. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Daddy, why do you have Santa's beard on you?" Annie innocently replies, pulling on the cheap beard as Ellie erupts in laughter from behind, Sarah whacking her sister as she tries to get her to settle down. "Are you old like Santa?"

"It's okay, baby," Tommy suddenly appears, his smirk as wide as Tim Curry's from Home Alone. "He's older than him, don't you know? That's why they're such good friends!"

"Oh, go fuck-"

"Language!" you scold Joel, covering your daughter's ears as you approach him, kissing him on the lips. Joel attempts to take off the offensive beard, your hand suddenly halting his movements. "Keep it on," you whisper in his ear, "Maybe Santa might let me sit on his lap later, do you think you can ask him, being that you're such good friends and all?" you tease, pinching his ass. 

"Oh, I think I can convince him," he winks, slapping your ass as you jump in surprise. "Have you been a good girl this year? Or have you been naughty? I think Santa likes them-"

"Gross! Get a room ya filthy animals!" Ellie yells, ripping off her elf hat as she throws it at Tommy, "This is the last time, you hear me?"

[thiccpersonality]

Do you, mayhaps, mean Ramadan?

It was a beautiful morning in Gotham, surprising every individual of the usually smoggy and dull city. Today the weather decided to treat all Gothamites kindly with a very spring feeling day! The sun was out, the weather was warm enough to feel comfortable and not too hot while the breeze blew just enough to feel a pleasant kind of cool, and the Wayne family has decided to take advantage of such gorgeous weather.

Bruce and his cousin Kate Kane sit under a large umbrella, the woman sipping on her ice cold lemonade while she gets Stephanie to slather some sunscreen on her.

Bruce himself sipping on his strawberry lemonade while watching his children have fun, his youngest child curled up next to his chair while sitting on his pool towel and finishing up homework so he can-in his own words-"demolish his siblings in pool games."

Bruce sighs in contentment while situating his sunglasses on his nose and reaching a hand down to gently pat Damian's head, the boy unconsciously leaning up into his hand while writing down more stuff into his workbook. Bruce is just glad that his youngest was able to enjoy himself today, the young boy was disappointed at not being able to go to boxing classes today, his two teachers couldn't make it today.

The small, peaceful moment is interrupted by Damian gasping softly as if he's remembered something. The boy sending a quick glare Jason and Richard's way when they start splashing water the youngest boy's way. Bruce quickly lowers his glasses so he can look at his baby son properly and look at him curiously, "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"

Damian finishes up the last of his homework and looks up at his dad while nodding. "Oh, yes father. Everything is just fine. I just realized the reason my two boxing teachers couldn't teach me today."

Kate sips at her drink and waves her hand at Stephanie, signaling to the girl that she can finally leave to play in the pool, the redhead ignoring Bruce's small glare at her for using his kids as personal servants. The woman focuses her eyes on Damian and smiles, "Oh, yeah? And what reason is that?"

Damian looks up in intense thought, "It's because they are celebrating Muhammad-uh...Muhammadan? Muhammad Ali day!"

A loud burst of laughter comes from the edge of the pool, the three turning to look at Tim-who has leaned over the edge of the pool-curiously. "Damian, do you mean Ramadan?"

Damian blushes and looks down embarrassed while his siblings bust out laughing at his cute mistake. Bruce holding in his laughter long enough to wait for his baby son to dive into the pool and out of hearing range with the threats of drowning his siblings for daring to mock him.

(I totally head cannon that Kate Kane uses Bruce's many children to help her as personal servants 😂. Not in a mean way, but she takes advantage of the free help since he has so many, she gets annoyed at how he keeps such good track on them though...it makes it more difficult to steal them away lol.

And this was based off of something me and my twin's baby brother said. He was trying to think of and say Ramadan, but he said "Muhammadan" and "Muhammad Ali Day" instead. We had a good laugh at that one.

You darlings please stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always and I hope all and any were able to enjoy this short and simple mini-fic thing? 💛)

[thelargefrye]

Jongho + 🙊 <3

[ PLEASE IGNORE US MONTAGE ] — you and jongho share a moment that gets quickly interrupted

pairing : jongho x f!reader genre : idol au, dad!ateez, fluff, new relationship, secret relationship warnings : makeout, jongho gets a little handsy, yn has a few tattoos

jongho’s eyes bored into the back of your head as he waited for his hyungs to finish recording their lines. he knew the faster they finished and left, the faster he could spend time with you. alone.

“that’s a good job, yunho! why don’t we wrap up for today and i’ll let you know if we need to re-record anything tomorrow!” you said, voice cheery as you spoke to the vocalist.

yunho returned your smile before he walked out of the recording booth, grabbed his things and nodded both you and jongho goodbye.

finally, jongho thinks as he watches you turn around to face him. it’s been about three months since the two of you started dating. both of you agreed to keep it between the two of you for right now. jongho knew that he would receive nonstop teasing from the members once they found out, and you had no problem with keeping a secret for a little while anyways.

“come here,” jongho beckons you over as he pats the seat next to him. you smile as you get up to join him on the small couch in your studio. you let out a small giggle as you stand up and plop yourself next to him. “i thought he would never leave,” jongho groans before he’s pressing a light kiss to your lips.

“don’t be so impatient, bear,” you say as you playfully boop his nose before kissing him on the lips this time.

“can’t help it when you look so beautiful, cherry,” he says and you roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you in reference to your tattoo of the fruit you had gotten when you were drunk.

he leans closer as his lips press into yours as he body comes to lean over yours. you wrap your arms around his neck as his own trail up your body and under your shirt. his hands are warm on your skin as he rubs small circles into your skin.

the two of you find yourselves lost in the moment of each other that you don’t hear the several knocks on your studio door. nor do you hear it opening; however, you hear the rather oddly high pitched scream that separates you both rather quickly.

jongho is the first to pull away and looks to see yunho standing in the doorway with a shocked face.

“i-i-i, um, forgot something,” yunho says, eyes still wide like a deer in headlights which ironically mirrors yours and jongho’s faces.

“then get it and out,” jongho says with an awkward cough as he moves away from you and sit up, fixing your shirt and hair to look less wild.

“are you guys—”

“shut up, hyung, please just get what you need and leave. we don’t need to talk about it,” jongho says cutting off his member as a deep red overtakes his face, ears, and neck.

“hey now, there’s no need to be embarrassed. y/n is a pretty girl. i’m happy for you,” yunho says giving you a playful wink as he finally grabs what he came back for. “and don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” he adds giving his maknae a wink this time before he’s leaving, the door closing behind him.

you and jongho sit in silence that is neither comfortable nor awkward. it’s just silence. and neither of you want to say anything just yet. finally, you turn towards your boyfriend and bite your lip at how cute he looked.

“jongho—” he puts a hand up to stop you from talking.

“we never speak of this moment again.”

send an emoji + member for a walk down memory lane.

[ellebakers]

☆ Remember the wedding night

jake seresin x reader

Summary : On the night of maverick and menny's wedding, a little getaway between y/n and jake led to a little surprise.

Warnings : mention of sex (as usual) / fluff

"shit." you found yourself sitting on the floor of the toilet, a small white plastic bar between your hands, displaying a result that you did not expect.

jake and you have been a couple for two years now, and these years have been full of happiness, love and also a lot of sex, like really a lot. indeed, the lieutenant wanted you so much that now that he has you and knows your abilities in bed, he is always at attention to satisfy you. you were spinning your brain to figure out when you didn't use protection, then a flash popped up.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you were chatting with bob, a glass of champagne in your hand on the terrace.

"bob, it's a wedding, it's the perfect night to ask phoenix out on a date."

the boy was pushing his glasses up his nose, his cheeks red, he was shaking his head vigorously.

"no no y/n, i know she won't. plus she's gorgeous, she deserves a hundred times better than-"

you pointed your index finger at him, frowning.

"don't finish that sentence. bob, i’m a woman and i know when another woman wants something, and trust me, she wants you."

"but-" again bob was interrupted, but by jake this time, who had just snuggled up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your neck languidly, which only meant one thing... he wanted you. the signals he was sending you were huge, even bob noticed it and went away too embarrassed to stay near you. you watched Bob walk away and groaned as you pushed your boyfriend away slightly.

"jake i was this close to convincing him to go see phoenix, and you ruined everything because you can't keep your dick in your pants for more than an hour."

"don't blame me. the dress you're wearing is so sexy, sweetie if you knew everything i want to do to you."

let's not lie, his words and the way his hand slid down your hips also gave you ideas, that's why you turned to him, kissed him going up to his ear and after licking his earlobe you said to him. "and if we went to visit the bathroom."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

that's why, after two orgasms that night, you found yourself waiting for jake who was finishing his training.

"what are you doing here ?" hangman had just walked into the bedroom.

"jake you fucked us up." the blonde stopped dead in front of you, a worried expression on his face.

"what's the matter ?"

"do you remember our little getaway in the bathroom the night of the wedding ?"

jake thought for a few seconds then with a smirk he answered you. "how to forget it."

"well actually you forgot something that night you moron."

"baby come to the point, i don't understand."

you were starting to get impatient.

"the condom Jake, the fucking condom, that's what you forgot. no actually, technically you forgot something else. you forgot to pull out."

jake, who still didn't understand anything, put his hands on his hips, annoyed.

"so what ? you take the pill."

"yes it's true, but everyone knows that the pill does not completely cover."

"ok and ? oh shit."

a silence fell in the room, you closed your eyes and whispered.

"yeah, i'm pregnant."

jake didn't move, you refused to look at him, not knowing if he wanted a child with you. but for your surprise he threw himself on you and covered you with kisses.

"jake stop." you couldn't help but laugh.

"i’m gonna be a dad."

"wait wait." you pushed him lightly from you "are you happy ?"

"not you ?"

"of course i am, but i always thought you didn't want a child, at least not with me."

"y/n y/l/n i've loved you since day one, i want to live with you every day, and a child is the icing on the cake, imagine a mini jake running around, or a mini y/n, so sweet."

you took his face and kissed him hard.

"i love you jake."

"i love you more, and" he lowered himself to your belly "I love you too sweetheart"

You looked at him with a big smile while wondering how you could have been so lucky.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[twigg96]

Daryl X Reader

Spring Chicken

Time Frame: out of canon 10 years after the birth of Beau.

Warnings: Hot headed Daryl, Protective Dad Daryl,

Pronouns: She/Her, You

Summary: People can’t live without other humans. Phoenix now age 17 has discovered that the new boy can be much more interesting than just a simple friend. While you don’t mind, Daryl however is more skeptical until you have a serious talk with him.

It started off innocently enough but didn’t go unnoticed. The little glimmer in your daughter’s gorgeous blue eyes when she looked the new boy’s way. The way she batted them and poutted out her bottom lip as he teased her. The way she giggled and touched his arm so sweetly. You watched her follow the new boy around the camp like a lost puppy looking for attention, the boy more than happy to give it to her. The two stole sweet kisses amongst other things, hidden behind the trees of the forest, behind the backs of houses abandoned and not, and even in the darkness not doused by light covered by the warm light of the camp fire. You understood why your daughter did what she did. You had been a teenager once yourself. So you didn’t mind her first fling. However your husband had been blissfully oblivious to your daughter’s first crush up until now.

Daryl had just gotten back from a run around dinner time. Walking over with your 11 year old son Beau to meet him at the forest’s edge. Kissing Daryl sweetly you pulled one of the duffles bags from his shoulders. “Welcome back.” You hummed happily. Daryl’s warm chuckle resonated across your lips at the sound of your son’s over done disgust at your public display of affection. “That’s so gross!” Beau whined, kicking a pebble into the darkness and bushes of the forest. “Yeah. Get used to it.” Your husband muttered, walking to your camp area to toss the bags down before joining the others at the fire. Phoenix hadn’t yet noticed either of your presences as the two of you approached hand in hand. She had been pressed close to the new boy, Todd, fingers intertwined, nuzzling his cheek and laying soft kisses along his jawline. You could have laughed at Daryl’s perplexed look, the rusted gears in his head slowly turning as he put two and two together. But you never had a chance to even open your mouth before Daryl’s demeanor changed drastically. “Phoenix!” He bellowed glaring daggers at the young couple. The two separated in an instant sending Todd crashing to the ground as he fell off of his log seat. You couldn’t help but jump at the abruptness of your husband’s voice. Silence fell across the camp ground. Daryl’s anger felt palpable. “What the hell do ya think yer doin?!” Daryl growled, stepping towards Phoenix and Todd. “Daddy!” Your daughter gasped in surprise. Standing from her place her surprise melted into justified embarrassment and anger as Daryl spoke. “Don’t you Daddy me! Kissin’ all up on that boy like that! Like some kind of hussy! We don’t even know ‘im! I want you to stay the hell away from that boy.” Shock rolled though you and you could help but to stare in disbelief at your husband’s words. Once again before you could even breathe your daughter cut in. This time with rattling sobs. “God you are such a prick sometimes!” She screamed swiping at the tears that rolled down her cheeks with the heal of her palm. “I’m seventeen now! I can date if I want to! Hell! You and Momma were engaged by my age! You had me when you were nineteen! So you can’t fuckin’ say shit about my relationship! I love him daddy!” Daryl was fuming. His whole face was beat red as he glared at the forest floor, his hands shook at his sides, and his breath hitched as he presumably but his own tongue keeping whatever biting words he was thinking back behind his teeth. “You’re fuckin’ grounded.” He growled lowly turning his gaze to the frightened boy who scrambled to stand beside your daughter. “And you… get your shit and leave.” Phoenix shook her head a pleading look in her face as she stepped forward to only to be turned away. “Daddy please-“ she begged, cut off by Daryl’s harsh look. As Daryl opened his mouth to retort you stepped between them. “Enough. Both of ya.” You growled, looking sharply between the two of them. “Daryl. You said more than your fair share. Phoenix… I want you to apologize to your father. Now. Finish your dinner then you’re to watch your brother until we come back.” You muttered softly attempting to meet her soft blue eyes. Phoenix blinked away harsh tears, refusing to meet your gaze as she glared to the ground shuffling her feet. With a deflated sigh she resigned herself, glancing up at Daryl and muttering a soft apology. “Good. Stay in the camp. You’re father and I need to have a talk.” You said firmly, looking pointedly to Daryl then your son. “Go with your sister.” You whispered softly watching him nod and scurry to Phoenix’s side. “Todd…” you muttered lowly looking to the teen. “Just… keep away from our girl for right now.” You warned.

Following your husband as close as you could from behind you jogged to catch up. “Daryl Dixon!” You hissed, desperate to catch his attention, glaring at the wings on his back as he walked away. He stopped abruptly at the line where the forest met your little camp and you couldn’t help but bump into him feeling your chest hit his back making you stumble to catch yourself. Daryl’s soft hand wrapped around your wrist to catch you before he began to anxiously pace the bounds of your safe haven. Even in the midst of an argument, he was ever the gentleman. “You know ‘bout that?” He growled softly, sending you that look. That look that wasn’t exactly a glare but told you he was suspicious and a little pissed off. “I did… I just didn’t know it was so serious.” You muttered softly. Daryl grunted running a hand through his hair. “Why didn’t ya tell me it was goin’ on?” Daryl growled again stopping in his tracks long enough to eye you. “Well, I didn’t think you needed to be told.” You bit back. “Besides,” you whispered, stepping towards Daryl. “I thought you were at least a little aware of it.” Daryl hummed his gaze still hard on you as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “‘Course I didn’t know ‘bout it. Would ‘a stopped it sooner.” He muttered much softer than before. A soft smile graced your lips as Daryl’s arms wrapped around your body as if on instinct, his hand combing through your hair softly as he thought staring off towards the fire. Kissing his cheek you hummed. “Don’t you think you’re being a little hard on her?” You whispered giggling at the perplexed look your husband sent your way. “What are you on about, woman? You saw the way they were clinging on each other.” He murmured. You could feel his muscles tense at the thought. But you couldn’t help but laugh again catching his curious eye. “Daryl Dixon, you know full well we were doing much worse than a little cuddlin’ and kissin’ back when we were seventeen.” You teased, pinching your husband’s ass where you had left a horrible stick and poke tattoo the day you both drank enough of his father’s moonshine to kill a horse. Daryl jumped nearly a foot in the air swatting your hand away, his blush deeply visible despite the darkness of the night. “Shut up.” He muttered. But the smirk playing on his lips proved that he was thinking of similar risqué memories. “I know we weren’t… great kids Y/N.” He whispered, pulling you close his chest and laying a loving kiss to the top of your head. “I just don’t want our kids to make any of the same mistakes we did. Especially when it’s so fuckin’ dangerous now’a’days. I mean. What if she had gotten pregnant, Y/N? Wha’ would we do then?” He asked his voice shaking with emotion and vulnerability. Holding him tight you kissed his jaw. “We’d make due, Daryl. We’d become grandparents and make due.” You giggled at the groan Daryl made as he squeezed you tighter. “Yeah… well I ain’t gonna be no grandpa any time soon. I’m too young for that shit.” He muttered into your hair. You smiled humming as you slid your hands beneath Daryl’s t-shirt feeling his chest beneath your fingers. “Yeah… You’re no spring chicken but you’re definitely not a Grandpa either.” You teased. “Oh, ya think so?” Daryl muttered, a bit of a lustful challenge in his voice. Giggling Daryl pulled you deeper into the forest to show you just how much he could still do.

[the-and-sign-anon]

The Third Independent: 3

Word count: 2,240

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Thirteen Years Post-Fall

“Vash, come on!”

You ran across the dunes, your feet leaving the ground intermittently with the help of the Worms. Vash was close behind with a shining smile on his face as he chased you down. 

“I can’t keep up when you do that!”

“That sounds like an excuse to me!”

Vash narrowed his eyes in determination and forced another burst of speed, picking up to match your pace and meet your eyes. You looked so happy in the evening sunlight, your green coat flapping in the wind around you. Too bad he’d have to stop you. Before you understood the change in his smile, he tackled you, sending you both tumbling sideways and rolling down a dune. 

You finally stopped a few feet from the front doors of Home. Both your chests were heaving, wild laughter ringing through the air. Brad said Vash always laughed like a madman, but he just backed away when you joined him for the first time with a borderline sinister cackle to match. Your teeth flashed in the fading light, a little sharper than they should be but entirely normal to the two of you. 

Vash sat up, his knees on either side of your hips as he caught his breath. You heaved a sigh to calm your heart, allowing yourself the time to admire Vash. 

He’d just gotten his hands on a pair of orange tinted glasses, which Luida insisted he start wearing when he realized his eyes weren’t quite as strong as he wished they were. If he was supposed to go out adventuring, she wouldn’t let him do so with blurry vision. 

The lenses turned his eyes from a mesmerizing light blue to a darker, deeper shade that drew you in every time you let yourself look for too long. His hair was shaggy now, a few weeks overdue for a trim. But he’d grown into his coat. It fit perfectly now, and was as vibrant as ever. You doubted you’d ever be able to see red without thinking of him again. 

When his breathing evened out, the door slid open and a gruff voice called out. You felt a flash of irritation at having been forced to stop admiring Vash, but it had happened now. No going back.

“You two. Quit playing with the bugs and get in here.”

Vash hopped up and held out a hand to pull you to your feet. He flashed Brad a well meaning grin and rubbed at the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

“Sorry, Brad. We’ll be right in.”

He rolled his eyes and disappeared, leaving the door open for you. 

“Dad’s in a mood.”

You both broke into laughter again as Vash pushed your shoulder.

“You know he hates when you call him that.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

The hallways were quiet, with many of the crew of Home heading into cold sleep. Luida and Brad had been discussing it for months. Vash wanted to get moving, to find and protect as many Plants as he could. To track down and stop his brother somehow. You wanted to join him, but he insisted Home needed your protection too, at least for now. Especially to accomplish what Luida intended with the flora. It would take centuries most likely, so you needed to keep the whole place safe in the meantime. 

Luida had put together a special evening for the four of you. She and Brad would be going into cold sleep as well soon, but Vash was about to leave and she wanted to enjoy one last meal together. You offered to set the table while Brad finished preparing the food. Vash slipped off his coat and set it on a hook by the door, helping you get yours off too before you grabbed the silverware. 

The dinner was nice. Despite knowing the reason for it, none of you allowed it to be awkward or quiet. Vash laid out his plans, which towns he wanted to stop by first. You listened intently as you tried to commit his voice to memory. You weren’t sure how long it would be before he could come back, so you didn’t want to let anything fade in the time between. 

You spent the whole evening like that, studying every little thing about the way he moved and spoke. How he cut up his food, how he never chewed with his mouth open. The way his eyes set on each person when they spoke, never letting anyone think he wasn’t listening closely. Your favorite thing was how he chuckled. The sound of it, the crinkle of his eyes and raise of his shoulders. 

When dinner was finished and the table was cleared, you bid Brad and Luida goodnight and watched as he went to his room. You and Vash went down the hall to your rooms as well, your hands intertwined between you. He didn’t hesitate for even a breath to follow you into your room. Your nest had grown over the last few years as you gathered old blankets and worn clothing from wrecks and Plant facilities you visited. It took up as much space as the bed now, which still saw use only from Vash. 

“It’ll be weird here without you, you know.”

“It’ll be weird with everyone else asleep, too.”

“Yeah. But you’re the biggest change.”

Vash pulled you into a loose hug, always allowing you the chance to pull away. You just tugged him closer, your arms tightening around him as your eyes slipped closed. 

You’d never been apart from each other for long since he lost his arm. In the last eight years, you’d always accompanied him wherever he went. On missions, to meals despite your lack of appetite, even to simple walks outside in the cool night air. 

After a minute, you stepped back and fiddled with your nest. It was big enough now, and he was leaving anyway, so you took a chance to ask something you’d been thinking about for a long time. 

“Do you want to try my nest tonight?” Your voice was softer and less sure than Vash had ever heard it. “Just to try… since you’re leaving tomorrow.”

Vash didn’t say a word; he didn’t need to. He just unfolded his coat in his arms and tucked it into the nest on one side, then motioned for yours and did the same on the other. 

He’d do anything to keep seeing the smile that crossed your face when he looked back at you. You turned off the lights while he slipped off his glasses and set them on the bedside table. Then you climbed in and showed him how to do the same. It took some shuffling and a bit of rearranging, but you found yourselves tangled together with your faces a breath apart. 

A part of Vash wondered how it had taken ten years to do this. Your nest was so warm and comfortable, far better than the beds had ever been. Despite the pitch darkness in the room, you could both still see some. It was mostly outlines, but that was enough for Vash. 

He watched how your eyes seemed to trace the silhouette of his face. How your hair was pushed back from your face. How your hand came up to rest on his cheek. He could feel your breath across his face and if he moved forward even the tiniest bit, he could feel your noses touch. 

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. But I’ll think of you all the time.”

“Yeah?”

He might have been imagining it, but he was sure there was a challenge in your soft tone. 

“Absolutely. Every time I see a Worm. Whenever a toma tries to snap at me. I’ll see you in every sunset and hear you in the wind at night. I don’t think a single day could pass without you crossing my mind.”

It felt like a leap of faith to talk this way. Anything could happen out in Noman’s Land. Anything could happen here at Home. Everything could happen in the time between now and the day he came back to you. Feelings could change too.

“The towns are few and far between, you know. Lots of time without anyone to talk to. I’ll sing for you every night. The Worms will too, so you’re never alone.”

“I’d like that.”

You tucked your head down to nestle into Vash’s shoulder and he felt your arms wrap around him once more. It wouldn’t be like this again for a long time. He’d have to make the most of it. Once he gathered all the courage he could manage, he tilted his head down to rest his lips at your ear. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

You let out a tiny little snore and Vash’s heart seized with affection. Your sounds of sleep lulled him into his own rest and neither of you moved for hours. 

When morning came and the automatic lights slowly turned on, Vash blinked awake. You were still asleep, your face buried in his chest and legs tangled in his. You were as peaceful as he’d ever seen you and, considering he was about to leave, he gave himself a few extra minutes to admire you. 

Eventually, you stirred lightly and Vash carefully nudged your shoulder. 

“Hey. Y/N. We need to get up.”

“...mmhnngh…”

“Y/N.”

You rolled onto your back with your eyes still closed, but he could tell you were waking up. 

“Mayfly, I really have to get up. Are you going to see me off, or stay hidden in your nest?”

You growled softly and flopped a hand onto his face. 

“Noooo…..”

Your eyes slowly blinked open one at a time. Vash watched you sit up a bit, then stretch. Your limbs popped a few too many times before you settled into a proper sitting position. 

“You called me Mayfly.”

Vash’s confidence immediately dissipated and he ran a hand over the back of his neck again. 

“I, uh… I guess I did.”

You gave a lazy, too wide smile and stood up. 

“I like it.” You patted his head and shook your coats free from the soft pile before walking towards the door. “Come on. I’m giving you a haircut before you leave. You look like a poorly groomed toma.”

Vash gave an indignant whine, but followed you to the bathroom regardless. He did his best to hold still as you cut, fighting back memories of the time Rem tried to give the twins haircuts. Nai hated it and Vash was too fidgety, so there was only ever one attempt. Once he was cleaned up, you caught up with Luida and Brad to say final goodbyes. 

Luida straightened out Vash’s coat and gave him her best, most encouraging smile. 

“I’m so proud of you, Vash. You’re going to do so much good for this planet.”

He gave her a tight hug, closing his eyes for a moment to reflect on all the care, support, and trust she’d given him over the last ten years. Brad stepped up next while you kept the toma relaxed, loaded up with enough supplies to last him a few weeks at least. 

“Don’t get killed, kid. And don’t break that arm, it’s not easy to repair it yourself and I don’t want to get dragged out of cold sleep just ‘cause you did something stupid.”

Vash clapped a hand on his shoulder and grinned wide enough to show off his sharp teeth. 

“I’ll miss you too, Brad.”

The man brushed off the gesture and pulled him into a quick half-hug, letting go before you or Luida could make a big deal of it. Your favorite humans stepped back to the door while you approached one last time. 

Like Luida, you fussed over him a little, nudging his glasses back up his nose and fidgeting with his freshly cut hair.

“Mayfly, it’s okay.” He chuckled and brushed your hand away. “I’ll be fine out there. I’ll make lots of friends. And I’ll keep coming back to you.”

“You’d better. These humans are alright, but they’ve got nothing on you.”

Your lines glowed bright, more so than he’d seen before, and his soon did the same. His eyes closed once more as he pressed his forehead to yours, your song weighing on his chest as if physically settling into his heart. 

“Stay safe, Scruffy.”

“Please don’t let that name stick.”

Your laugh was full, but laced with sadness as you stepped away to look at him one more time. If you put it off any longer, you weren’t sure you could actually let him go. 

Vash seemed to understand and took a step toward the toma. You took turns stepping away until your hands were stretched across the space between you and your fingertips slipped apart. He finally turned around to mount the toma and you dug your feet into the sand to keep yourself from running after him. 

You watched in the early morning light as he rode away into the distance. A handful of Worms followed him for a time, until he was out of your sight. Luida gently took your hand and ushered you back inside.  

He wouldn’t be gone forever. Just a little while. Even if it took a year, or more, what was so little time in the face of a Plant? Of an Independent?