#These 2 have somethin going on in the background

[localguy2]

Kai and Zane both literally have the same exact jackets

Absolutely in love with this because it meant at some point that:

A - one of them decided to get the same jacket for the other not not knowing what the other's sense of fashion is, so choosing their own jacket but a different color

B - it was a deliberate choice on their end by matching jackets

And the 2nd option is especially funny when you consider in how they're both opposites of each other, but are also very much alike

Opposites as in:

Kai, a hot head full of confidence who usually jumps into danger

Zane, a calm and collected person who usually chooses to analyse and plan before attacking

They are both literally opposite in elements, Fire and Ice

But they're also very much alike in the sense that they value their family a lot, to the point of putting themselves in mortal danger just to protect them, and if there's a threat to said family they are not stopping until its dealt with

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving. & for my vomit-sensitive friends, here's a mildly changed version: PUKE FREE EDIT

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, several mentions of vomiting & other facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears, puke). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his usual growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of nausea washed over you. "The f-," you covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Lifting the toilet lid, you took pause and started praying that you wouldn't puke. "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The nausea faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you started to crawl to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to puke again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you. 

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your mouth and you looked down at him with pure panic in your eyes. "Hmph ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hmphhuh," you gagged again. He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and lifted the lid on the toilet for you.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so icky. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you. Puking your guts out. Naked. "Don' knoooohhhh fuck, leave, Kats. Get out! Ple-!"

He squatted down next to you and held your hair back with his right hand and rubbed your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for pukin', not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and finish. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of fluid that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Puking, crying, snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just thrown up, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

***

A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes. 

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course. 

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[pascallftv]

Girl Next Door— Part 2

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This is part 2 of a series. I highly recommend you read part 1 first!

Summary: Joel takes you to the store to pick out the materials for your new bathroom. At the store, you have an uncomfortable run-in with Joel’s ex wife.

Content: This is a plot based chapter, but it’s very important for the trope <3 Also thank you so much for the love on the last part. Part 3 will be here soon, she’s so cutesie and I can’t wait for you to read it :)

Word count: 4.6k

The drive to the nearest home improvement store was half an hour away. You watched as Joel popped a CD into the CD player in his truck, immediately recognizing the intro to the Rumors album by Fleetwood Mac.

“Rumors?” You said, blocking the sun from your eyes with your hand as you hit the road. Joel glanced over at you, the hint of a smile toying at his lips.

“I didn’t take you as a Fleetwood Mac kind of girl.” Joel said. You watched the veins on his forearm and hand as he gripped the steering wheel to make a turn.

“Dad always played this album when I was growing up. He loved to try and explain all the romance drama in the band to me.” You explained, tapping your thigh with your free hand to the beat of the song.

Your bangs fell softly over your forehead, the golden sun making your skin radiate. Joel kept peeking over at you to admire your beauty. You were so effortlessly beautiful.

“What else do you listen to?” Joel asked you. You looked over at him, admiring the way the sun made the brown in his eyes softer.

“A little bit of everything. I love classic rock because of my dad, but I dabble a lot into pop and alternative. I’d say my favorite artist is probably Aerosmith.” You bit your lip as you thought about your music taste. Most of the artists you listened to were probably after Joel’s time. “What about you?”

“Hmm.” Joel hummed in thought, tapping his forefinger against the steering wheel. “Anythin’ from the sixties and seventies. I love Pink Floyd and Elvis.”

“Interesting.” You said. You noticed a pair of yellow aviators sitting on the dash of his truck, so you reached out to grab them, placing them over your nose. Joel looked over at you, shaking his head.

“Makin’ yourself at home, huh?”

“Do I look like Elvis?” You bit your lip, snapping your finger and pointing at him.

“Somethin’ of the sort.” Joel teased, turning back to watch the road.

“He sure was dreamy wasn’t he.” You said, watching at the fields flashed by you as Joel accelerated down the highway. “I had such a huge crush on him when I was a teenager.”

Joel knit his brows together and glanced over at you with a look of interest, silently asking you to elaborate.

“I had a random Elvis phase. Dad made me sit down and watch a documentary about him one night and after that I was infatuated.”

“Didn’t take you as the type to like Elvis either.” Joel observed, glancing over to look you up and down. “I have his greatest hits CD in the glovebox.”

You grinned and opened the glovebox, sure enough finding the CD. You pressed the eject button and the CD player spit out Rumors, and you carefully replaced it with Elvis 30 #1 Hits. You quietly hummed along as Heartbreak Hotel began playing.

The rest of the drive, you exchanged small talk about music with Elvis playing softly in the background, making it go by in a flash. When you reached the home improvement store, the sun was beginning to set in the horizon. It was golden hour as Joel shifted the truck into park and you both climbed out. Joel caught himself staring at you again. You looked even more beautiful in this lighting and he couldn’t get over it.

You walked beside each other as you entered the store. Something about the smell of a home improvement store felt nostalgic to you. The crisp smell of fresh wood wafted into your nose, mixing with the smell of Joel’s aftershave.

“Let’s look at tiles first.” Joel said, leading the way through the aisles of the store. The store was overwhelming; there were too many aisles to count and you had no idea where anything was, but Joel knew the place like the back of his hand. Going to the hardware store was a common trip for him and he had the store almost memorized.

“Here we are.” He said, entering an aisle with a wide array of both shower and floor tiles. There were so many different colors and textures of tiles, and you immediately began inspecting some that caught your eye. You started with shower tiles.

Your eye landed on a beautiful, dark green backsplash that was coated in a gloss, emphasizing the shifts of color within it. You immediately fell in love with the style of it.

“I think this might be the one.” You said, pointing towards the forest green tile. Joel stepped closer, running his forefinger over the sample of the tile. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. In his chest pocket was a pen, and he jotted down the inventory number of the tile.

“Alright, now what about flooring?” He said, stepping to the left towards the arrangement of flooring samples. There was an overwhelming number of floor tiles.

“Joel?” A voice spoke behind you. Both of your heads snapped up, and standing there was a woman who appeared to be in her forties. She had blonde, blown out hair and a striking red lip. Her makeup was done boldy, and she was wearing a long black dress with sandals.

“Josephine.” Joel cleared his throat. His brows were knit together in irritation. His ex wife was the last person he wanted to see right now.

“And what brings you here?” Josephine questioned, her eyes flickering over to you. She eyed you up and down, taking in your appearance. Suddenly feeling very insecure under her stare, your arms crossed in front of you.

“Buying some things for a remodel.” Joel said monotone. He noticed the way she was eyeing you, and he knew she assumed the worst, but he didn’t care. In that moment he wanted her assumptions to run wild. He didn’t care if she thought you were his girlfriend.

“And who is this?” Josephine said in a catty tone. Her smoked out eyes locked on you, her red manicured fingernails tapping against her purse. You looked down at your own nails. Your nails were barren of any polish, and you felt childish standing next to her.

Joel told her your name and glanced over at you.

“I’m remodeling her bathroom for her.” Joel clarified, his finger toying with the sheet of paper in his hand.

“Hmmm, Lionel’s daughter?” She pursed her lips. “I’d say she’s a bit young for you, huh?”

Your stomach dropped and your eyes quickly landed on Joel. His expression was stoic and almost peeved.

“Where’s Rick?” Joel changed the subject. “Usually when I see you, your tongues are down each other’s throats.”

Josephine scoffed, rolling her eyes. It was then you noticed the massive diamond ring on her finger.

“He’s over in the light section. We’re replacing our chandelier in the foyer.” She said, glancing back over to you. “What’s a spry little thing like you need a new bathroom for?”

“I just moved back from Chicago to live with my father for the time being, and my bathroom needs some updating.” You explained, your voice wavering.

“Living with your daddy, huh?” Josephine’s eyes reverted to Joel’s with a smirk toying at her overdrawn red lips. “I remember those days. Mooching off my parents with no responsibilities.”

You shifted your weight on your feet, now feeling extremely uncomfortable. You weren’t sure who this woman was, but it was evident that she and Joel had a past and she was making it a point to make jabs at you. Joel’s fists clenched at his sides.

“That’s enough, Josephine.” Joel grumbled, shooting daggers with his eyes. She chuckled manically, looking back at you.

“Oh, please. You know I’m just being satirical.” She half smirked, winking at you. You stared back at her blankly.

“Jo?” A man’s voice interjected your attention. A man who looked to be in his thirties was walking towards you all. He appeared to be younger than Josephine, a ring also adjourning his finger. Putting two and two together, you realized this was her husband. His gaze stayed on Joel for a few seconds before landing on you briefly.

“Hi, baby.” She said, pulling him in for a rather long, wet kiss. You tried to hide your face of disgust and turned to distract yourself with the floor tile samples.

“Joel.” You turned your head at her husband’s voice. He was nodding at Joel, and Joel stared back at him with a blank stare.

“Well, we should get going.” Josephine cleared her throat. “It was wonderful to see you.”

Josephine patted her husband’s chest, her fake nails clacking together. Her eyes flickered over to you, but didn’t acknowledge you. The two of them walked away, leaving you with a steaming Joel.

“I fucking hate her.” Joel grunted, stepping closer to you, your shoulders bumping together. “I’m sorry about that. Don’t take anything she said to heart. She’s a miserable bitch.”

“Who is she?” You asked. His brows were taught together in frustration and he shook his head.

“My ex wife. It’s a long story.” He mumbled, lifting the piece of paper with the inventory number. You frowned up at him.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I have all the time in the world if you want to tell me over dinner.” You said caringly, your hand reaching up to touch his arm. Joel looked down at your hand, his eyes then moving to your face. His brows drew together at the gesture, your touch sending heat up his arm. God, you were beautiful.

“I’m sure it would bore you.” He murmured.

“Far from it.” You responded sweetly, removing you hand from his arm and pointing towards a black and white checkered tile. “This one’s perfect.”

He nodded at you and quickly wrote down the inventory number.

“Let’s go pick out your sink and shower so we can get out of here.” Joel said.

You quickly chose your sink, faucets, toilet, shower basin, and shower head. You made sure to choose a detachable shower head, and you hoped to god Joel didn’t pick up on your intentions. Joel, on the other hand, knew exactly why you wanted a detachable shower head. All he could picture was showering with you and using it on your pretty pussy, but he quickly discarded his dirty thoughts, considering you were still in the middle of a home improvement store.

After you’d checked out and left, it was already dusk outside. The materials for your new bathroom would arrive early next week which was perfect. You both climbed up into Joel’s truck, him starting up the engine. Elvis began playing softly through the speakers again. You glanced over at Joel, his mouth turned downward in a frown. The interaction with his ex wife was still bothering him. He was incredibly guilty; it was his fault she degraded you and he should’ve blown up on her right then.

“Where would you like to eat?” You asked, attempting to distract him. He looked at you, his eyes softening when he made eye contact with you.

“Hmm.” He pondered, resting his arm on the door, and scratching his chin in thought. “There’s this diner down the road with really good burgers and shakes. That okay?”

“Sounds amazing.” You replied, reaching to turn the volume dial to turn up the radio as “Return to Sender” began to play.

The drive to the diner was silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts. You were trying your best to seem indifferent, but you truly felt insecure after your interaction with Josephine. After that conversation, you realized you were way too young for Joel and it would never be anything close to what you fantasized about. You felt stupid to even think you’d ever had a chance. Before you knew it, you became teary eyed, but you quickly blinked away the tears. The last thing you needed was to cry in front of Joel.

Joel pulled into the parking lot of the diner, putting the truck in park. You followed behind him inside, keeping your head low. He opened the door for you, noticing your change in mood. He sighed quietly and followed you inside. He followed you to a booth tucked away in the corner. The restaurant was mostly empty aside for a couple elderly couples.

“This place is cute.” You observed, looking around at the various retro decorations. In the corner you noticed a jukebox and bit back a grin.

A waitress approached your table and sat down your menus. You ordered your drinks and food since you already knew what you wanted, and she quickly whisked away with your orders. You cleared your throat and played with your hands in your lap. Joel was looking out the window, his face still laced with irritation.

“So..” you began. “Josephine.”

Joel shifted his eyes to you. He swallowed and rested his arms on the table.

Joel and Josephine’s relationship dated back to high school. They dated on and off for ten years. When they reached their mid twenties, Joel decided he wanted children, but Josephine did not. Albeit, Joel decided it wasn’t a dealbreaker, and decided to stay with her. She was the first woman he truly loved, and he was willing to do whatever it took to please her. Despite her distaste for starting a family, Joel proposed to her on the night of her twenty-eighth birthday. They had a courthouse wedding the next day per her request. Fast forward to their thirties, and Joel noticed that Josephine was acting differently.

Josephine began leaving home for days at a time without an explanation. She stopped being intimate with Joel altogether. He would try, and Josephine would complain that she was tired and not feeling it. One night, Josephine snuck off, and Joel decided to follow her. She drove a few blocks away, and parked at a random house. Joel’s heart dropped when he realized what this meant. Joel parked one house over, and waited several minutes before getting out of the car. He tried the front door, and it was unlocked. The door swung open, and he found Josephine spread out on the couch with Rick between her legs. Nauseous at the sight in front of him, Joel slammed the door behind him and stormed to his car, Josephine yelling his name. Joel ignored her and revved his engine, speeding off.

After he caught her cheating, he soon after learned that Josephine was pregnant, but not with his child. Joel filed for divorce soon after, and it wasn’t a pretty divorce. Joel won the house, but Josephine won most of his money. Years after the divorce as Joel grew older, he realized nothing was tying him down to that deadbeat town. He moved next door to you over four years ago.

Your food came during his story, and you quietly ate as Joel spoke. No wonder he was so agitated at the sight of that woman. You frowned as Joel finished telling you the story.

“I haven’t made an effort to date since then.” He said. “I don’t know why she was at the store. Must not’ve had what they wanted at the store in their area.”

“How long had it been since you’d seen her?” You asked, then took a sip of your chocolate milkshake.

“I’d seen her at our mutual friend’s wedding a couple years ago. She was there with Rick, tonguing each other down the entire time. Then again when my Mom passed away. She had the audacity to show up and kiss on him at the funeral.” Joel said, wiping his fingers with a napkin.

“Oh my god.” You said, reaching across the table to touch his hand. “I’m so sorry. What the fuck is wrong with her?”

Your touch sent shocks up his forearm. He swallowed hard, glancing down at your hands touching.

“I don’t even think god knows.” Joel said as he waved the waitress over to give him the check. You reached for your purse, pulling out your credit card, quickly handing it to the waitress.

“What— no.” Joel said, pulling cash out of his wallet.

“Yes, it’s fine. You drove and you’re doing me a massive favor.” You insisted, Joel putting the cash away in defeat.

“I owe you one.” He said. He cleared his throat looking down at you.

“So, are you seeing anyone?” He spoke, taking a drink of his shake. You laughed and looked down at the table.

“Absolutely not.” You sighed with a smile. “Now that’s a long story.”

“Well, sweetheart. I’ve got time.” Joel responded, tapping his finger against the glass of his milkshake.

“Give me one second.” You said, reaching into your purse and pulling out a five dollar bill.

You stood up from the booth and walked over to the jukebox, inserting the bill into it. You searched through the database of songs, choosing several that stood out to you. You smiled as Sweet Emotion by Aerosmith began playing through the speakers of the diner. When you’d chosen all the songs you could, you found your way back to the booth. Joel gazed up at you with wonder in his eyes. He chuckled softly and shook his head at you. While you were gone the waitress had returned your card, and he slid it across the table to you. You grabbed it and put it away in your purse, then leaned onto your crossed arms on the table.

Joel listened attentively as you gave him the rundown of your last relationship. Similarly to what your dad had told him, you explained that your ex boyfriend cheated on you after dating him for two years. You caught him cheating on you with your best friend at the time. There wasn’t anything crazy about the story, just that you spent many sleepless nights crying yourself to sleep wondering what you could’ve done differently. You wondered if there was something wrong with you; you had given him your all just to be torn down entirely. Among many firsts with him, he was your first love and was the one to take your virginity. Since then, you’d avoided getting close with anyone romantically out of fear of getting hurt again.

“I went on a few dates in Chicago, but none of them really amounted to anything.” You said, your finger tracing the rim of your milkshake glass. “I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time in all honesty. My ex fucked me up pretty bad and I just wasn’t ready to commit to anyone. I’m glad I didn’t.”

“You’re glad you didn’t?” Joel questioned, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah, I don’t think that would’ve been fair to someone, you know? Me not being ready to commit and fighting my own insecurities shouldn’t have been anyone’s problem but my own.” You explained further.

“And how do you feel currently?”

You cleared your throat and averted your gaze around the restaurant as you thought. You bit your bottom lip as “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” by Queen began playing.

“I’m not sure if I’m being honest with you. I’m not entirely opposed to trying a relationship again, but I’m not going to actively go out and seek something. If it happens, it happens.” You said. “And you?”

“I think you explained it perfectly.” Joel said as he pulled his truck keys out of his pocket. “As much as I’d like to keep chatting, the night isn’t getting any younger and neither am I.”

The next day, you were working attentively in your makeshift office while Joel began tearing apart your bathroom. After your dinner the night prior, all you could think about was Joel. Your heart ached for him. You felt hopeful that he had enough trust for you to tell you about his past. You also felt more comfortable with him in general. It was comforting seeing a side to him that wasn’t abrasive and stand-off. You’d both had your tribulations with your romantic pasts, and it made you hopeful that just maybe there was a future for the both of you. You felt silly for even thinking there was a part of you that thought there was a possibility of you two being able to be together.

By noon you were finished with your work for the day, so you decided you could help Joel with the demolition. You stood from your desk, closing your laptop for the day after sending off your completed content. Suddenly, you got an idea. You remembered you brought your vintage camcorder, and this would be the perfect opportunity to use it. You could record the progress of your bathroom remodel and make a short video when it was all finished.

You entered your bedroom to the sound of Joel ripping apart the walls of your shower. You reached into one of the boxes you had yet to unpack and pulled out your camcorder. You turned it on, and walked over to the entryway of the bathroom, recording him. You admired the way his muscles flexed as he pried apart the paneling of the shower wall, exposing the bare wall behind it. He was sporting protective glasses and thick gloves. You watched as he leaned over in his jeans, the material pulling tight against his muscular legs. A smile tugged at your lips as Joel turned around, his breathing heavy.

“What are you doing?” He said winded, letting his hand with the crowbar fall slack to his side.

“Making a progress video.” You replied, zooming in on him with your camera. Joel fought back a smile, shaking his head at you.

You looked adorable standing there in your flowy sweatpants and off the shoulder sweater. Joel could tell you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, your nipples poking through the material. You looked so cuddly and he wanted nothing more than to halt working for the day so he could spend his time cuddled up next to you in your bed kissing every inch of your body.

You lowered the camera from your eyes, and turned it off. You tossed it on your bed, then turned back around to watch Joel for a moment. You leaned against the door frame and crossed your arms. Joel continued peeling the shower paneling off the wall, tossing the remnants into the tub behind him.

“Can I help you?” You asked. Joel turned to face you, his chest rising and falling, his breathing heavy.

“No need.” He said, wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead.

“But I want to. I’m done with work for the day, it’s the least I could do.” You pleaded. Joel stared at you for a moment before finally reaching down to his tool bag, grabbing a spare pair of gloves and goggles.

“Here.” He said, holding out the gear for you to take. You grabbed them from him, carefully putting the goggles over the bridge of your nose, then sliding on the gloves.

“Do you see those tiles behind the paneling? I need you to break those off the wall.” Joel instructed. “Watch me.”

He brushed past you, rearing back his dominant hand with a hammer, striking the tiles with force, watching them crumble down into the shower basin. He stepped back to give you room to take.

“Your turn.” He said, gesturing for you to try.

You stepped forward, taking the hammer from his hand, clearing your throat. You wound your arm backwards, before hitting another tile. You didn’t hit it hard enough, as the tile didn’t budge. Joel approached you from behind, grabbing your hips, then snaking a hand around to lay flat against your belly. Your breath hitched in your throat, the touch planting goosebumps across your skin. Joel leaned down to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“Keep your abdominals tight. Twist your torso like this when you swing.” Joel said, using his hand to twist your hips backwards slightly, then twisting them back parallel with his own. Your back brushed against his chest. Your cheeks felt hot, and the air began to feel stuffy in the room.

Joel’s internal monologue was screaming at him to back away from you. Your body heat was radiating onto him, your hips pressed to his. Your sweet vanilla scent enveloped him, his eyes fluttering shut as he made a mental note to cherish this moment with you, for he didn’t know if he’d ever be this close to you again. Snapping out of his trance, Joel backed away from you, giving you room to try again at the tiles. Your cheeks were flushed and your skin was on fire. You knew you were pooling in your panties; you felt pathetic. The most innocent of touches and you completely and utterly in shambles.

You inhaled deeply, and did exactly what Joel told you to. You tightened your core muscles, and wound back to swing at the tiles, shattering two of them on impact. You smiled proudly, turning your head to gauge Joel’s reaction. A smile tugged at his lips, and he brushed his hand across your lower back.

“Amazing, sweetheart.” He said. His touch sent chills up your spine.

For the next hour, the both of you took swings at the tiles, knocking the rest of them off the wall. By the end, you were both sweaty and exhausted. You were starving by then, your stomach grumbling.

“Sounds like someone is hungry.” Joel observed ss he took off his gloves and glasses, tossing them in his tool bag. You mimicked his actions, placing yours adjacent to his.

“I haven’t eaten since this morning.” You admitted, running a hand through your hair to get it off your forehead. Joel noticed one of your hairs sticking up, so he reached up and gently fixed the hair, blending it in with the rest of your locks. You bit your lip and averted your gaze. The effect Joel had on you was insane. You felt like a swooning teenager again, like a ball of putty anytime he touched you.

“How about this: I planned on grilling tonight. Why don’t you come over and I’ll make you dinner.” Joel offered.

“That sounds amazing.” You smiled. “I’ll shower, then I’ll head over.”

Joel wondered if you’d touch yourself in the shower like you did the day before. The possibility aroused him immediately. He longed to shower with you, washing your hair and massaging your beautiful body for you.

“I guess I’ll see you in a little bit, darlin’.” Joel said, grabbing his phone and sliding it in his back pocket. Joel started to walk away, and you reached out to grab his arm to stop him. He turned to you with a look of confusion.

“Do you like scary movies?” You asked, keeping your hand on Joel’s wrist.

“I don’t mind them, why?” Joel questioned.

“I’ll bring a couple movies over and maybe we can have a movie night. I know I’ll have nothing to do tonight and I’m sure you get lonely over there by yourself.” You said. You wanted to be able to spend more time with him without raising any red flags or seeming desperate. You couldn’t help that all you wanted was to be around him.

“Sure, that sounds nice.” Joel said, glancing down at your hand on his skin, then giving the slightest trace of a smile on his lips. You smiled up at him, releasing his arm from your grip.

“See you there.”

[cryptidclaw]

Mapleshade!

I made 3 different versions of her, bec she's special <3

the other 2 are under the cut! (also me rambling about RoC Maple ideas)

The 1st design is her alive, 2nd is her as a dark forest cat and the 3rd is her spooky unstable form~

I like the idea that when she becomes consumed by her hatred, need for vengeance, and/or sorrow over her kit's deaths her form changes to reflect the worst moment of her life... when her kits drowned in the river.

The soggy form is the form she most often takes when she's haunting the river and living cats, while her more stable form is what she looks like when she's just chilling in the Dark Forest.

....

Ok so canon Mapleshade is like full on evil an irredeemable (she's super manipulative and narcissistic too, justice for Frecklewish!) but Im gonna make her a bit more redeemable for RoC bec her character has soo much potential for it!!

RoC Maple changes I've got so far: She is not as manipulative and self centered, and she truly believes that she needed to lie about her kit's father to keep them safe, and she was right bec the moment they were found to be half Order the Order freaked out and chased them from the territory.

Maple and the kits are full on chased from the territory and she is given no choice but to attempt the cross the river. This leads to her kits drowning, and her almost dying as well.

I may change other plot stuffs, but for now the rest of her murder spree is the same.

After her death she becomes a powerful Dark Forest spirit and she haunts the River and instead of wishing vengeance on all of Appledusk's kin, she instead wishes to enact vengeance on any cat who dares to betray a Queen or harm kits.

She becomes a spooky story to tell to kits and most are unsure if she is actually real (or at least that she actually haunts the river), but the select few know... she absolutely does.

While she is a horrifying murderous ghost, she has a soft spot for kits and she ends up pseudo-adopting a lot of uncared for kits, like Creekstorm (Crookedstar).

Im gonna have her help out the good guys in OotS, and have her actively be against Tiger and squad in the DF.

I dont think she will be redeemed enough to go to the Stars, but she becomes more respected and is in a more cat purgatory state or somethin!

Please give suggestions for her plot, especially any changes that could make her less pure evil aka more redeemable !

(oh also, Spirit Guardians of Queens and Kits Goldenflower and Mapleshade, rivals to lovers real. Idk if im even gonna work it into the plot, but just know in the background, it is real.)

[716chr]

Chihiro Natsuyaki SR - “From Now, The Two Of Us” (Part 1)

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Tao: 『You can freely decide your room layout with your roommate. Feel free to bring in any furnitures, equipments, or anything else, as long as it fits through the door』……

Tao: The president is so generous

Chihiro: Hey, hey. Tao-Tao, what kinda room do you like?

Chihiro: As for Chii~, somethin’ colorful and cute will be perfect ☆ The kinda room that just by bein’ in it can make Chii instantly super hyped!

Tao: You’re into streaming and all that stuffs, right? It’s probably best to have a good-looking background

Chihiro: And also~, a place where Chii’s TuRyStA Bears merchs can stay too! Chii will, like, put them where Chii can see them at all time and then say g’mornin’ to them in the mornin’ and g’night when it’s night!

Chihiro: Tao-tao, don’t you have stuffs too? You can put whatever you like in your own space, y’know?

Tao: Ah…. I might have to buy everything all over again, so just having a roof over my head is enough

Chihiro: Eh~? Ain’t that just no different from prison at all~?

Chihiro: C’mon, c’mon, why don’t you give it a try? Try askin’ Chii-sama to do you a solid

Tao: Then…..

Tao: Chihiro, you’re welcome to decorate my space as you please. I’ll leave it up to you. That’s what I want

Chihiro: …..Eh? You sure?

Tao: Instead of me going on about this and that, I’m sure it’ll definitely turn out great under your hands

Tao: Ah, I’m not just throwing it all on you. Of course I’ll lend a hand, so feel free to ask me to help carry stuffs or anything

Chihiro: ……No, I got this. Tao-Tao, just wait for me

Chihiro: Chii will get everything that Tao-Tao wants!

Tao: That’s reassuring. Then….. I’ll be in your care, Chihiro

Chihiro: Okay!

Chihiro: Let’s see. In that case, gimme a day to work on the coordinations

Chihiro: Sorry, but Tao-Tao, can you stay in the living til then?

Tao: Got it. Then I’ll go get my blankets and whatever else I’ll be needing for now

Chihiro: Alrighty, then Chii will go get ready!

Tao: Ok. Call me right away if you ever need a hand

Tao: ……Maybe I should get some necessities too while I can

Location: HAMA House - 2F Corridor

Tao: ……To think that you really finished it all in one day

Chihiro: Heh-heh, amazin’, right?

Chihiro: But y’know~, if you took a look inside the room, you’ll be even more surprised

Chihiro: Ta~da ♪ It’s room reveal time ♪ I present to you, our brand new room!

Tao: This is….!

Part 1 | Part 2

[jigujellee]

NEWJEANS AS JEALOUS GFS HEADCANNONS

a/n: just a fun lil attempt at hcs since i rarely do them,, to whoever requested this, i hope u enjoy my attempt 🥹 i'm sorry if they're not accurate jaldfadlfljdf

a/n 2: pics are not mine!! links to layouts used are listed below w respected @ <33

MINJI (pic/layout creds courtesy of @k1sseo)

so bro™️

i think when minji gets jealous she’s just quiet

and she could get a little snarky sometimes, but just a smidge

minji didn’t expect to come home to you and hyein laughing your asses off at some random tiktok you were showing her

for some reason she was very bothered by it even tho you guys were naturally close

you kinda took awhile to notice her standing there but you once you did, you were quick to wrap your arms around her

she’ll play it off and act normal but she’s def quiet and i think she’d look like she’s deep in thought about something

so when you ask her to do something with you, that’s when light bulbs go off

“hey wanna go grab lunch later” “idk why don’t you go with hyein instead”

then you drag her to lunch anyway and endlessly tease her for being jealous in the first place

you also tease her ab the fact that she got jealous over the YOUNGEST member 😭 like ma’am, you think we’re gonna catch a case????

“i didn’t press you for the jealous type bro” “just shut up and eat”

HANNI (pic/layout creds courtesy of @winuary)

every time i see/think of this girl she’s always smiling

so i think when she gets jealous she’ll still be smiling but like it’s def forced and looks fake

or if she’s not smiling then she 100% looks like this from that one live they did

either way that shit makes her stomach feel weird deep down

she’ll watch you and minji just monitoring your dance practice but you guys are just way too close together and minji’s shoulders brush against yours and-

“hanni, you okay? you’ve been zoning out for a while” and she just smiles again and plays it off

you knew something was up so when you’re back at the dorms that’s when you ask her and she shyly admits that seeing you that close w minji made her feel uneasy

you kiss her forehead softly and tell her she has nothing to worry about before pulling her into bed and cuddling w her for the entire night (even if ur arm goes incredibly numb cuz girlie does not move an inch away from u)

DANIELLE (pic/layout creds courtesy of @i04rei)

dani wears her heart on her sleeve she’s adorable

so yk she’s jealous right away

you and hanni just came back from the mall and you are literally so happy

dani loves it when ur happy!! but it also makes her kind of sad that she’s not the one making u laugh and smile like that :(

she’s pouting while on her phone and u immediately take notice

“are u watching sad edits of cats again?” “naURRRR”

“you just seem awfully happy when you’re w hanni” “well yes bc shes my friend” more pouting and ur just trying not to melt at how cute she is

“how about we go to our fav cafe tmrw after our sched and then we can go watch the barbie movie after?” “but you don’t like barbie” “i don’t like a lot of things but if you like them, then i’d be more than happy to do them with you”

she just melts and forgets all ab what happened earlier

ft. hanni minji and hyein in the background trying not to gag out loud

HAERIN (pic/layout creds courtesy of @venitly)

radio silence.

she’s already naturally quiet as is and she def does not speak her emotions compared to the others

so it takes you a little longer to figure out when she’s jealous vs the other members

after finishing a movie w danielle, she just blankly watches the two of you have deep conversations ab it

and honestly you confuse her jealous silence for her normal silence at first

but you start realizing the difference when she’s less affectionate with you (bc behind closed doors i think haerin is so affectionate like she deadass wont let go of you and is so touchy, needs to be holding you or be in close proximity w you)

“haerin, are you okay?” and she just nods. girl pls give us something to work with

she never really openly admits that she was jealous of you and dani but ur smart genius self put two and two together and connected the dots when u saw she was quiet around dani too but not the others

but bc she never outwardly said it, you don’t outwardly tell her not to worry or not to be jealous. instead you spend more time w her and getting her her fav snacks and whatnot and she appreciates it so much

haerin likes how you don’t need to be told when something bothers her, and when you figure it out, you always knew how to make her feel better without words

actions do speak louder than words and haerin knows how true that is with you

HYEIN (pic/layout creds courtesy of @v-ico)

i’m gonna go for a platonic type of jealousy for hyein

she wanted to show u a new app she downloaded but u told her u were busy learning the new choreo from haerin

and she just whines

not like an annoying child throwing a tantrum kinda whine but just in a “why do u alw have sumn better to do” typa way

when u finish w haerin ur quick to go back to the dorms to see hyein napping

and u lowk feel bad bc all she wanted to do was show u sumn

u decide to let her sleep but ur idiot self banged ur hand on her door while trying to close it and now u feel bad even more bc she woke up

“you’re back alr unnie?” “yeah i came here quickly so you could show me the app”

hyein is super excited even tho she jus woke up, and shes reaching for her phone and is tapping thru w such speed

you both spend hours on the app (i keep saying the app bc idk what kinda app it would be 💀 im thinking either a game or a photo filter app idk) before ur both scolded by minji for being on the phone all day

it’s literally giving when ur little sibling just wants to show u sumn cool but ur too busy and u feel bad

[ram-bam-writes]

The Highlight and The Shadow pt. 3 [Graves x NB Reader]

A/N: Yayyy Big Brother Henley is back! Ehehe. This chapter is a little self indulgent for my own love of watercolors, sorry lol. As always, lemme know if y��all wanna be tagged since I update so sporadically :>

Summary: Phillip spends his time with you at the cafe learning about your hobby, as well as entertaining some of his urges to tease. And with your own growing crush, you try to dodge all the increasingly protective questions your older brother has about you and your older Landlord. But how can you think about that when Phillip looks like that.

CW: None really. Flirting, Overprotective brother, mentions of knives and threats but mostly teasing, references to smutty thoughts (not explicit), language, no beta we die like soap, etc

Word Count: 3403

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3]

The date. Oh boy, the date. No, no no no. Not a date. Just… coffee. That’s it. Just coffee in the local cafe. The local cafe that you love so much because it’s got chairs right next to giant glass windows that light up your paintings so beautifully. The local cafe that always slowed your mind and your heart, easing you into a calm lull where you could breathe your stresses away. 

Here, with your painting supplies set up and the bright sun illuminating your workspace, you can work in peace.

It’s not like Phillip strolled in with his tightest black athletics shirt or his tightest dark blue jeans or anything. And definitely not like he put on a belt buckle the size of Texas itself, which you’re currently trying not to compare it to another large thing you find yourself thinking all too much about. No, no. Nor are his arms bulging right out of the sleeve nor is his waist oh so narrow and slutty with that tucked-in shirt. 

It’s fine. You don’t can focus on the blank paper in front of you. You have to. Or maybe focus on the people around you, instead? You already told Phillip you were gonna be busy, so he’d just leave you alone. He had to. He’s not gonna torment you. It’s okay. 

It’s fine.

Then, you hear that familiar, teasing tone. “Hey, Darlin’?” 

Fuck.

You glance up from your painting, eyes large and round and far too innocent for where his mind immediately takes him. He’s got this easy going grin on his face, eyes sparkling more than they probably have any right to that just makes him so... annoyingly hot. He sets down his iced tea — which, objectively, made no sense in the current weather conditions — and points at the palette next to you.

“I think yer paint is dry.” Was it the grin that made your belly flutter or the genuine concern in his eyes like he might get up and buy you brand new paint if you show the slightest hint of disappointment.

“O-oh, no,” you murmur, picking up the palette and setting it a little closer to him. “It’s watercolors. They, um… well, they don’t dry out. I mean— they do, but…”

Why was it suddenly so hard to talk to him? You never had this issue before. Not since… well… that one night after that one dream…

“You just… add more water,” your lips part to take in a shaky breath of air. “And there it is.”

Phillip’s eyes flicker with interest and he offers a smile. His face light sup when he makes that internal connection between his Chief Finance Officer and the arts.

“Oh, like go-… gowa-somethin’.” He shakes his head dismissively. “I’ve a teammate who uses somethin’ like thick ol’ watercolors in ‘is free time. He’s real good.”

You squint at the man before you as your brain spins to decipher his words. “G-Gawa…? Oh — Gouache?” 

“That’s it!” He snaps his fingers, nodding. “Gouache.”

“Heh, well, sort of… Gouache isn’t meant to dry out if it’s Himi gouache. It’s meant to be like… oil paint consistency. My brother uses Himi gouache all the time, too.” You offer a small smile, picking up a small pipette. “But they do interact really well with watercolors! But watercolors are meant for water, and gouache is meant for… well, still water, but they’re opaque and usually used for backgrounds or touch-ups.”

Phillip leans a little closer as you drip water into a few of the watercolor cakes, the pigments immediately beginning to lift up. The Commander glances up at you with a soft sort of fondness in his eyes before watching your nimble fingers pick up a brush and drag it through the watery paint. 

“See? Just a lil’ water and they’re fine…”

“So… watercolors need… water. Got it.” He smirks up at you, leaning back and sipping his tea. When he sets the drink in his laps, his  legs spread a little and his arm drapes the empty seat next to him. “Tell me about it. I don’t know a lot.”

You can feel your cheeks burning at the casual tone of his voice. He sounds genuinely interested, like his full attention is on you. He truly wants to learn about watercolors. 

Maybe he just wants to hear your voice, but you don’t need to know that.

“Well… what do you want to know?” You inquire softly, pulling your palette back in place and adjusting your paper block.

“Like… what’s the best thing t’ paint? Or what’re yer favorite colors to paint with? Or, no, better yet — why the hell’re the colors starting with white and yellow and not, y’know, red?”

You laugh at that, his tone sounding all too inconvenienced for a 41 year old military commander talking about watercolors.

“Y’know… I don’t know.” You stare blankly for a few moments, trying to process it. “I think it’s just how the colors flow. But, there’s lots of the same colors because of warm and cold tones.”

He nods at you, urging you to continue.

You take a breath.

“If you’ve ever tried mixing red and blue to get purple, it prolly didn’t go well, did it? It’s likely because you used a warm red and a cool blue, or vice versa. Colors have temperatures that make them go a little better with each other.”

As you continue to explain, you try not to focus on the way his eyes drift over your form, focusing between your body, your lips, and your eyes.

“So, to make a nice lookin’ green, y’gotta use somethin’ like a warm blue and a warm yellow?”

“Yes!” You beam up at him, and the action urges him to sit up a little more intently. 

“So, why have so many colors on your palette? Wouldn’t you only need, what, six or seven?”

“Well, you can…” You gesture to the palette, a metal tin with 24 half-pans in various colors. “But it’s also nice to have some premade colors. Especially for vibrant purples.” He glances at the palette. “Seems like you really only use this one yellow.”

“Cadmium.”

“And this red.”

“…Cadmium.”

He tilts his head at you, eyelids falling half-way to offer a look as if you’re fucking with him. “Really, now? An’, this blue?”

You break out into a big grin. “Cadmium— NO Phillip put that down!”

But it’s too late. He snatches up the palette, quickly standing and walking towards the cafe’s trash can. Phillip laughs as you push and smack him playfully, trying to reach around his larger frame in order to get your beloved palette back. But he keeps walking, holding the tin palette by the thumb ring on the bottom to dangle it over the trash.

“It was Phthalo!” You shout with a laugh. “Phthalo blue.

He narrows his eyes at you with a slight upturn to his lips. Then, he relents. “Fine. But if I find out there’s another Cadeema in there, Imma throw this damn palette outta my truck.”

“Cadmium—“ He grips your shoulders, pulling you real close.

“Do you think. I’m playin’?

Lords.

You bite your lip, eyes glittering. “Maybe.”

If it weren’t for the random customer to walk in, Phillip might have actually thrown you out of the window. Instead, he ushers you back to the table, hand barely brushing your lower back.

“So… what else ’s there?”

You exhale a little, but laugh. “Honestly? Prolly too much to explain. I think you should just watch and then learn.”

“Aw, not gonna be a teach for me, darlin’?” He gives you a pretty little pout. “Not even a little?”

You simply smile at the man. Something about this was easier than you expected it to be. Yeah, the butterflies are still there, and yes, you’re still very much aware of his eyes trailing up and down over you, but… it’s easy. He’s not pushy, he’s listening, and he’s asking questions. He’s engaged in the conversation. He wants to learn.

But as much as you want to teach him, you like coming out to the cafe to simply… breathe in the calm. The ambient sounds of the people around you lost in their own conversations, the smell of freshly bakes pastries and newly roasted coffee… you lived for it. It was easy to paint in public. Not because people would give you the occasional compliment, but because the cafe was always a breeding ground for easy focus. You could just… get as lost in your work as everyone else around you was lost in there. It’s… easy.

Lost in your own thoughts, you miss the way that Phillip’s head quirks to the side, and the way he observes your eyes and your calm smile. So he settles back in his chair, and after a sip of his coffee and a self-soothing breath, his tone of voice changes immediately.

“How about you show me how you paint a warm summer sky?”

———

The drive back was more calming and quiet than it ever had been. You’d discovered that Phillip loved to talk, and he loved when others did, too. He never much liked silence. It made him antsy and nervous. So to have a near-silent ride back was… new.

And you enjoyed it. 

The entire time inside the cafe while you painted, Phillip silently observed you. And the entire time he watched, his eyes sparkled with wonder. You knew he wanted to ask, but there was something in him that drove him to stay silent. He even suppressed those random little sighs he’d make when bored.

“Thank you,” you start meekly. “I… I had fun.”

He glances away from the road to smile at you, eyes crinkling in the corners. He drums his fingers along the steering wheel of his Chevy truck, tapping along to the beat of some old rock song he’d chosen.

“I did, too,” he begins. “Yer a good painter.”

You bite your lip a little. “Y’know… maybe one day I can teach you more actively.”

That get’s Phillip to raise his brow. “What, like we paint togetha or somethin’?”

“Yeah,” you nod, grinning up at him. “Think you got what it takes?”

He nods slowly, pursing his lips in thought. The way his brows twitch when he thinks is something you can’t help but find cute, especially when his eyes drift seamlessly over to you.

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” his tone is easy, but his smile falters. “But it’s gotta be sometime nex’ week.”

You sit up a little. Was he going on a deployment of some kind? How long would he be gone? Were you gonna be alone for a while? Meals, you needed to prep meals. And you need make sure to set an alarm to lock the doors. And check the stove—

“Hun… Relax,” Phillip purrs. “It’s just a few late nights. I’ll be back ‘round midnight to 0100, and have t’leave around 0400. Nothin’ serious.”

It’s your turn to purse your lips in thought. 

“Nothing serious, he says…” You murmur. “Just three hours of sleep each night for a week…”

He laughs, slowing his car as he reaches the driveway of his house. Of y’alls house. “Tell you what. I’ll make sure t’get plenty o’ rest once I get done. Y’can bore me to sleep with yer painting lessons or whatever.”

Even despite this being the same teasing your siblings might give you, you know full well that Phillip doesn’t mean it. That look in his eyes is one of a gentle kind of fondness. Like a seedling that you desperately want him to foster and care for so it can grow into something… true.

You grin confidently. “We’ll see about that, hotshot.”

———

“So, Pint…” the voice on the other end of your phone is one you cherish. “How’s the landlord?”

You set up the phone on the desk in your room, adjusting everything before relaxing. You call Austin every few weeks to catch up. After leaving for the Marines, you never heard much of him. But you heard even less when he joined some fancy team a year or so back. 

“He’s fine, Aus. I’m well taken care of.” You smile as your older brother pours himself a glass of bourbon. “He’s really sweet. I feel like I should be paying him more.”

Austin’s eyes roll as he takes a seat, leaning on his arm. “Don’t even. Take advantage of the system until yer out of college. Get that degree and get yourself out of there.”

Your brother worked hard to take care of you after he left, usually by sending some extra cash when you needed it for school. He’s always been the protective type, which is why he worked hard to find you a landlord he knew was gonna be good to you and keep you with a full belly, even on days that you weren’t making enough.

“Hey, Aus?” His expression turns into a curious yet serious look. “You never did tell me how you found this place for me.”

“I work with money, Pint. I know how to find shit. Don’t worry about it.” He sips his bourbon, eyes narrowing slightly. “But you tell me if that landlord of yours gets too snippy. You said military, yeah? Thems can get dickish at times.”

You deadpan your brother. “Thinking I can’t handle myself?”

“You can, I know that, Half-Pint. I just want to join in on the fun.”

Austin brandishes a knife of his, one that has a black ace on the handle. It’s a beautiful knife, all things considered. 

“Please don’t hurt my landlord. Phillip’s actually really sweet. Not to mention the first man that’s actually listened to my rambles.”

“Am I just lean meat to you?”

“I distinctly remember you telling me to shut up several times as kids, bitch.” 

Truth be told, your brother listened to you a lot. You just… never shut up about your hobbies. And while he loved listening to his younger sibling, the man had other issues on his mind. Like a sibling to take care of with two practically deadbeat parents.

He laughs at you, the sound echoing in the receiver.

You missed him, you did. He never really came by to visit. But you’d never tell him that. He’s happy with his super secret job, and as long as he kept calling, you’d cherish every moment with your brother. Something about OPSEC, he said, was the reason he couldn’t talk. 

“Hey, hun?” Phillip’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

You slide your chair back a bit, leaning closer to the closed door. “Yeah?”

“Pulled pork or sausage?”

“Uhh…” You ponder for a moment. Pulled pork means barbecue sandwiches, and sausage means dirty rice, both of which sounded heavenly. “Sausage.”

“’Kay.”

You slide back to your desk, being immediately met with the sight of your brother picking at the tip of his blade. “Hun?”

“It’s not like that! He’s Texan, breathe.” You take a sip of your own water, trying to suppress the blush.

“Really.”

“Listen to me, Aus, it’s not like that.” It’s like that. “He even calls little Tulip that!”

The snake in question hisses, evidently knowing his own name. And you smile fondly at the snake, your mind immediately going back to when Phillip gave the three snakes a bath for the first time. How easily he dealt with Fetti’s terrified little tantrum and spasms. How natural it was for him to love on Tiki as he wound himself around Phillip, genuinely trying to constrict and eat him. But Phillip didn’t give a care. He loved every single one of your babies. 

Hell, Phillip had Tiki around his neck right now because the damn corn snake couldn’t handle being away from him for more than three minutes.

A snapping noise brings you out of your blissed out thoughts.

“Earth to Pint,” Austin says, eyes dark. “Don’t tell me I need to take this guy out…”

“No!” You flush a little, shrugging. “He’s too old for me, you know that. And you know I’d tell you. I told you when I dated that kid in high school, didn’t I?” He raises a brow. “The one who laid his hands on you? The only reason I found out you were dating? For only three days before the fucker tried something?”

The sound of your exhale is loud. “Aus, pleas don’t worry about my landlord, or me. You’ve taught me enough to handle myself.”

“Okay, but the moment he tries anything—“

“I will tell you. I promise.”

“Good.” He smiles. “By the way, Tulip’s eating your plant.” 

With that, your older brother hangs up, leaving you to whip around and glare at the snake, his mouth wide as he attempts to swallow your little fern. 

“TULIP!”

———

You smile when Phillip sets down a bowl of dirty rice in front of you, his eyes so fond. After successfully dislodging the plant from your snake’s mouth, you’d gone out to watch Phillip cook, something you often find yourself doing. He’s just good at it, genuinely. And it’s not just the classic American Dad kinds of food, like steaks and burgers. This man has made all kinds of food for you, from fancy Michelin style meals to easy and lazy food. 

You yourself did some cooking. After all, you’d taken care of your younger siblings for years now. Dinners are second nature. And that makes Phillip cooking for you that much more… endearing.

Especially when it’s the last dinner you and Phillip will be sharing for a few days. It makes you sad, even if you don’t want to admit it. You love eating with him. He’d talk endlessly about his day, usually in vague terms or an exponentially growing amount of abbreviations and slang. But he seemed so excited to talk to you about it! He might as well be a golden retriever. 

“If you don’t min’ me askin’, hun, who were ya talkin’ to just a bit ago?” Phillip asks, sitting down next to you at the kitchen bar. “You sounded like they were under ya feather’s at times. ’S it someone I needa take care of?”

Stop being hot. Please.

“No, no. Just my brother. Don’t worry.” You wave your hand dismissively. “The usual sibling relationship.”

Phillip chuckles, his eyes twinkling with understanding. He grew up on a field with many, many older and younger siblings he helped wrangle. He knows the deal. “Makes sense, hun. But what about my precious Tulip, hm? Why’d you yell at the baby.”

Turning away to cross your arms and pout, you regard the question with mock irritation. “He ate. My plant.”

“Ate your plant?” He sits up in interest, taking a bite of his food. 

“Yeah! And the little fucker also thought it was a good idea to eat the pot, too!” A huff falls from your lips. He tries not to stare. “I got it out, but he wasn’t happy. I don’t even know why.”

He purses his lips, brows twitching. “Do they eat plants?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. “Not unless it smells like food.”

Phillip pales a little, setting down his fork. “Aw hell…”

“What?”

“I reckon that’s my fault.” Phillip really has the audacity to avoid your judgmental glare. “After feedin’ the little angel I went to adjust your little plant leaf. Flower boy musta been able to smell the mice.”

You slowly work your fingers around the fork, eyes staring intently at your roommate. “Come again?”

“With pleasu-“ But Phillip stops once his eyes meet your death grip on the fork. He leans back a little. “Don’t do that… do not… do that…”

“Give me one good reason,” you begin, eyes narrowed, “not to stab you in the hand with this fork.”

Phillip inhales slowly. “Because… you… like me?”

“Try again.”

The man stares at you for a few grueling seconds, your eyes fighting to stay in line with his. But they dip down just a bit too low.

And he notices.

His hands instantly clasp around both of your wrist to pin them to the table, his grip firm and true. He gets real close to your face — real close — breath fanning across your lips. “Because you don’t want to mess with the Commander of a fuckin’ PMC.”

Oh, Austin is gonna kill you for the thoughts in your head…

~~~~~~

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[whatdudtheysay]

|Open relationships| PT.2

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Getou Suguru x Afab reader (fem reader)

Ackkak I haven't written in so long and was gonna do a toji fic to come back but decided to do another part as requested by @cutehobii ❤︎v❤︎

Was gonna make this short but ended up getting longer.(not proofread)

Part 1

Cw - sex, spanking, slighttt angst (not too much), creampie, pussy slapping, throat fucking, nicknames (princess), slight degradation (slut), swearing, kinda cheating??, Unprotected sex, creampie

Outfit inspo

Getou thought you'd have learnt your lesson of being jealous after he reassured you a week ago but you were still salty

. Every Time you tried to lay beside him at night you'd always remember that girl he was with which just made you annoyed.

So you did the most logical thing.

Usually you'd both tell each other if you were gonna sleep or talk to someone random but this time you decided to get a little payback.

"Might be staying at Gojo's if I get too drunk." Getou huffed, pulling a shirt over his built body. "That ok?"

You just shrugged from your place on the bed lightly biting on your manicured nail whilst scrolling through your tiktok for you page. Getou had a weird feeling that you were acting off. Whenever he said he was going over to a friend's house for the night you always got clingy. Sticking to him like a cute koala and whining that you wanted him to spend the night with you. Only now, you were dismissive and not giving him the usual attention.

Getou however just pin pointed it to the fact that you were still a bit annoyed about last week and brushed your behaviour off, grabbing his phone from the bedside table.

"alright. I'll be going now. Bye baby," Getou announced, leaning over you to place a soft kiss against your cheek.

You hummed lightly, watching him leave your shared room. After you heard his car pulling out of the driveway you immediately got up, stripping off your (Getou's) sweatshirt to quickly get into the shower.

You ran through your skincare routine and lathered yourself in Coco buttercream and oil, dressing yourself in a pretty lingerie pajama set you originally bought to surprise getou with (before he pissed you off). Then when you were finally done and smelling amazing, you clambered onto your shared bed and reached for your phone.

You looked through your contacts, smirking to yourself when you noticed one of your prior male encounters was online. Just as you were about to text him, a call came in from Getou.

After hesitating, you answered the call, minimising the screen to you were still able to text your previous one night stand.

"Hey baby," getou greeted, music in the background indicating that he'd definitely got to Gojo's.

"Mhm, hey Getou." You answered, fingers tapping against the screen to continue texting.

"You okay?"

"Of course," you sighed, smiling to yourself when the guy you were texting to confirmed he'd be over later.

"Alright. Just checking in. You seemed....pissed."

"Not anymore. But listen, I gotta go. Text you later."

And with that, you hung up.

⎯⎯

Getou didn't hide his visible confusion, staring at his now, black screen, not even noticing Gojo walk over to him.

"You look stressed, want a beer?"

Getou just shrugged and shook his head.

"Dunno. Feel like somethin's off."

Gojo lightly tilted his head, still clueless.

"Y/n's actin' off." Getou finally sighed, making gojo let out an 'oohh' sound.

"Cause of the party?"

Getou nodded, staring at the movie that played in front of him.

"Well did you apologize?"

That question made getou ponder. He hadn't apologized. Not once. He just believed you'd get over it like previous times.

"No?"

Gojo grimaced. "Well that sounds like a you problem." He concluded, reaching forward for the snack tray he'd put on the coffee table.

Getou suddenly got up, taking the jacket he'd lazily slung against the couch upon entry.

"Hey- where are you goin-?" Gojo asked. "You'll miss the movie."

"I'll rewatch it later," getou dismissed, leaving Gojo's place to quickly get to his car.

⎯⎯

"Mmm, right there," you gasped, digging your nails into his hair. You looked down at the random guy laying beneath you, your panties pushed to the side whilst his fingers were knuckle deep into your cunt whilst his lips were attached to one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his teeth.

As much as you were trying to enjoy this, it was hard. He didn't know your spots. The ones that had you seeing stars, the ones that had your thighs trembling and tears prickling at your eyes.

Despite this, you were still so close to cumming but you knew you'd need much more to reach your high. You looked down at the man beneath you, pushing him so he was flush against the bed, a hand moving to readjust your top.

"I'm ready now, want you to fuck me,"

Just as he was going to say something, your phone began to buzz from its position on the bedside table, Getou's caller ID catching your attention.

"You gonna answer that-?"

You shook your head, hushing him. "Ignore it."

He hesitantly complied, about to pull his underwear down but got stopped by the room door opening.

Both of you froze, in an equal amount of shock as you stared at Getou, his large frame slightly blocking out the light from the hallway.

"What the fuck is going on here?" He asked harshly, cutting through the thick silence.

The guy underneath you had completely turned pale as he looked between you and your 'boyfriend'.

"Isn't it obvious?" You questioned in a cold tone. "Now can you leave? I don't barge in on you when you fuck random people."

You planned on continuing after he left but part of you knew that was impossible now that getou was here.

His jaw clenched and his gaze fell to the guy beneath you.

"Get the fuck out. Now."

You grumbled when the guy underneath you lightly pushed you off and quickly scrambled for his clothes, trying to ignore the daggers Getou was giving him.

Your prior one night stand quickly left after getou gave him little to nothing space to escape unharmed.

Getou's cold gaze then turned to where you were still lounged on the bed, an annoyed pout on your lips as your brows knitted together.

"What's your problem!?" You finally blew up when you heard the front door open and slam shut.

"My problem!? My problem is that you bought a random guy to fuck over to our house!"

You got off the bed straightening your silky lace top.

"That's kind of how this relationship is supposed to work?" You laughed sarcastically, folding your arms.

"Funny cause you were supposed to let me know?" Getou argued back, closing the distance between you.

You scoffed. "Funny cause you didn't let me know when you were with that girl."

"I didn't even fuck her," getou tried to reason.

"Oh, so it's suddenly not a problem since you didn't get to third base?"

Getou just sighed, still annoyed at your behaviour but he couldn't be mad. Even he knew he was being hypocritical.

"Listen. I'm sorry, ok?" Getou finally apologized, making your brows raise ever so slightly. "Should've told you about the girl and I shouldn't have gotten that mad. I'm sorry baby."

You stared at him blankly, successfully fighting off the small smile of victory that threatened to break way.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Getou questioned.

"Okay."

You walked past him into the conjoined bathroom ready to take a shower and go back to bed, Getou trailing after you like a lost puppy. You moved to get your stuff out for when you finished showering, the sticky reminder of your unreached high against your panties reminding you of what Getou had ruined.

You glanced in the mirror to see Getou already staring at you, his hands moving to wrap around your waist.

You didn't react to this, instead reaching for your toothbrush. Your movements stuttered when you felt Getou's hand slip down to your panties, making you look at him. His eyes were skilled on your ass, rubbing his growing bulge against it whilst his fingers rubbed against your clit.

"Getou." You sighed shakily, trying to move away from him.

"What?" He questioned, still rubbing at your sensitive clit. "Think you could wear this new set just for him?" Getou questioned once more, his voice laced with slight disgust when mentioning the guy you'd been with before.

"Funny how you're jealous-" You were cut off with a slight moan from Getou's hand dipping further, pushing through your soaked folds to enter your entrance.

Getou just clicked his tongue, not wanting to admit how jealous he did feel when he saw you sat on that guy's lap, all pretty and wearing a sexy set. It should've been him. And your annoying quips didn't make anything better.

"Know what?" He hummed, leaning against your ear, lightly biting on the shell of it. "Should train that throat of yours again."

Fear built rapidly in your stomach as getou dragged you back into your shared bedroom, pushing you to the floor whilst he stood in front of you, taking off his belt which he placed on the bed, a little hint that it'd definitely be used later. He then quickly pulled down his jeans and boxers, his hard cock coming into view, your eyes staring up at the tip, saliva already building in your mouth.

You wouldn't mind Getou throat fucking you if it weren't for the fact that he was huge. His cock was heavy and long against your throat, making it the biggest challenge for when you tried to suck him off.

You leaned forward but Getou's hand on your head stopped you.

"What do you say?"

Your face grew warm, avoiding his gaze as you sighed.

"Please can I have it?"

Getou would've preferred you to look at him but decided to be nice, instead, nodding his head. You didn't waste another second, leaning forward to take his thick cock into your eager mouth. Getou groaned, his head tipping back lightly, a large hand moving to push your head deeper.

Your gags made Getou's hips snap into your mouth. You'd only just started to endure the brutal pace but your throat was burning and your eyes were stinging. But Getou paid you no mind, using your throat as he wanted to get himself off, his hold on your hair tightening which caused your scalp to burn.

Luckily, you could tell he was getting close, probably due to the lack of you both sleeping together. So you decided to push through, relaxing your throat as far as you could to let Getou push deeper.

After a few more deep thrusts, you flinched at the sudden hot ropes of cum shooting against your tongue, your brow twitching as you let him roll his hips into your mouth, only pulling out of you when he knew his orgasm was over.

You quickly swallowed the thick load, greedily taking in air afterwards. Getou helped you up onto the bed, kissing you softly despite the fact that you'd just swallowed his kids.

"My pretty princess." He mumbled lightly. He was about to kiss your neck but saw dark bites already there.

Getou's brow twitched. "Fucking bastard."

You raised a brow, looking down at the marks on your shoulder, leading up to your neck.

"What?" You questioned.

"Don't wanna see you with him anymore. That final?"

"Why not?" You questioned, moving your hand up to take out the tie he'd put in his hair, long strands of black hair falling over his face.

"Because. I'm the only one who can mark this pretty body up. You're mine."

A choked gasp left you as he returned to your neck, biting over the former marks more roughly, licking and sucking your sensitive skin, tracing over all the bites the guy prior had left.

"If you don't want any other guy marking me-" you voiced through little gasps and whimpers. "Let's stop this open, ah, relationship shit."

Getou's ear twitched lightly as he moved to press you against the mattress, his hands pulling off your soaked panties, letting them drop against the floor. His eyes raked over you once more before he tugged off his shirt, discarding it without a second thought.

"C'mon, Suguru."

Getou's eyes flickered to your pleading ones at the sound of his name, his cock twitching harder. All you got from him was a slight hum, something he did to let you know he was listening, his hands moving up to your lace shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your breasts to him.

You watched as he grunted at the sight of light bite marks over your areolas, reminding him of that guy once more.

"Suguru-"

You whimpered a little too loud for your liking when Getou roughly palmed one of your breasts, applying a deliciously painful pleasure whilst his mouth went to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. Getou's free hand then moved between your legs, spreading them further to gain access to your clit once more, rubbing harsh circles against your aching bud.

"Suguru, mm, are you even-" you moaned loudly when his fingers sunk into you once more, scissoring in and out of you with a fast pace, easily hitting your soft points.

You could no longer speak, all the stimulation making your back arch up to him, a hand weaving into his hair to tug at it whilst your other gripped the sheets. Getou released your nipple that now had a deeper shade of red on it, making your breast feel numb.

"Fuck, already soaked my hand." Getou chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you to show you his hand glistening with your slick. You were surprised when his hand suddenly slapped down against your cunt, making you yelp, an addictive pain running through your clit, making you throb and clench around nothing.

Shamelessly, you rolled your hips up. "Please, Suguru, need to cum so badd."

Getou laid another harsh slap onto your cunt, making your eyes water. Despite the harsh treatment, it only fueled your orgasm more. Just one more slap would send you over the edge.

Unluckily for you though, Getou could tell you were just about to fall over and come undone, instead pushing his fingers deeply into you, curling right up against your sweet spot.

That was your breaking point. You let out a loud moan, releasing into his palm as your eyes rolled back, your tongue lewdly lolling out at the amounts of pleasure shooting through you.

Getou helped you ride out your high until you slumped against the bed in exhaustion, squirming under him when he gave you a few last pumps.

Finally, he retracted his fingers, letting himself have a taste of your honeyed arousal, moaning just at the taste of your essence.

The sound of getou shuffling on top of you made you refocus, looking up to see Getou towered over you. Before you could speak, he grabbed you by the hand and turned you over so you were on your stomach, easily lifting your hips up and forcing you into a difficult arch.

"Gonna fuck this pussy so good. You'll only be able to think of me." Getou huffed, tugging your arms behind your back so he could wrap them in his belt, tightening it until the leather dug into your arms.

That was the mini warning you got before Getou bottomed out in one thrust, making your eyes widen suddenly, eyes rolling back as he began to thrust roughly, not giving your poor pussy a chance with his only task being that he wanted to annihilate your little hole.

"Shit, you're sucking me in, you must love this hm?"

You groaned, balling your hands into fists against the cool sheets.

"Because I just came, you asshole-" you cursed, your sentences coming out slightly broken up due to the rough backshots he was giving you.

"Came or not, your pussy's lovin' this. You were gonna let that other guy enjoy this?" Getou groaned, letting his hand slap down against your ass, making you cry out.

You would've snapped back at him but it all felt so good that you couldn't stop moaning even if you wanted to.

"Cat got your tongue princess?" Getou asked, suddenly stopping which made you whine.

His hand moved to grip at your hair, tugging you up against him.

"Answer me, slut." Getou murmured against your ear.

You shook your head quickly. "No, please just lemme cum again," you begged, your head becoming mushy.

Getou pushed you back against the bed, forcing you back into that arch before continuing his brutal pace on your cunt.

"Haven't even made you cum again and you've already gone dumb. Such a slut for me. My dicks got you thinking with your pussy hm?"

You nodded quickly, pushing your hips back the best you could to match his thrusts even though you knew the ache you'd feel tomorrow would be more than painful.

"That's fucking right," getou groaned, hips stuttering at your hole suddenly clenching around him. "All mine, right?"

Your logical thoughts would be to question that but instead you just nodded, not even able to properly comprehend what he'd just asked.

Getou snapped his hips against you harder, grunting and moaning along with you, despite your sounds being louder. He just hoped you both wouldn't get noise complaints from your neighbours.

Getou's hand moved to rub at your clit, making you writhe underneath him.

"Fuck, Suguru, I'm gonna-" you tried warning him through shallow pants and moans. "Somethin's gonna-"

Getou caught onto your hint, thrusting deeply into you further before pulling out to rub against your clit. Your body shook as you squirted against the sheets and Getou's hand, tears finally falling as you buried your face into the bed.

Getou however, didn't stop rubbing against you, amazed at how much you'd came, his eyes focusing on the last bits of squirt that came out of you, then at the large damp puddle on the sheets, he was surprised he hadn't came just from the sight alone.

"Fuck, that was so hot baby."

You huffed deeply, even more tired from before. Sadly you weren't done. Getou pushed himself back into your sopping cunt, making you cry out once more.

"Shhh, it's ok, love, fuck, it's ok." Getou hushed you, pounding his cock deeply into your warm walls, chasing after his orgasm as your walls hugged him nicely.

You gripped the sheets tightly, biting into the pillow to muffle your sounds as Getou used you like a toy.

"Shit," Getou cursed speeding up his already fast pace, his nails digging into your waist, threatening to break skin.

Finally, he pushed his hips flush against your ass, his cum filling you up. You shivered lightly, making Getou moan, his hand rubbing your ass soothingly.

You finally moved from the pillow, glancing back at him to see he was still fully sheathed inside you as he leaned over to grab your phone, easily unlocking it.

You were a bit confused but this dulled when you saw him turn the flash on, making you blush, burying your face back into the pillow as he recorded you.

Getou pulled out slowly, recording the way thick loads of his cum poured out of you and slipped down your thighs.

He finally ended the video, putting your phone back onto the table before turning you over so you were once again laid on your back, staring up at him.

Getou relished in your aftermath, enjoying your new bite marks, your tears, the sweat on your body, his cum buried deeply in your womb. It got him hard all over again.

"Getou..." Your voice made him look back up at you. "Will you at least consider it?

He shook his head, making your hope die down.

"No need. I've already made my mind up." He concluded, letting himself slide back into you with ease. "You're all mine now."

⎯⎯

Tysm for reading and sorry for taking such a long break just been busy with exams 😭😭⚰️ - A/n

[swiss-mrs]

RPF

just an absolute crack fantasy I thought of while I danced around my room to my groovy playlist

Joe Quinn x Black!Reader

Catching Joe's attention at a club during Disco Night!

Ok, girlies, I know my mom wasn't the only one who introduced me to funk 😤

Now, Joe's taste in music is the timeless, groovy kind, so you know he takes the opportunity to go to "Disco Night! themed attire suggested"

He goes with a couple of mates, including Jamie Bower.

When the night is in full swing, he notices you getting hyped up by some people around you.

You are on the opposite side of the club, but since you were on a raised platform and he was up higher, a more private platform with tables, he got a perfect view of you.

The colorful strobe lights danced across your glowing skin and glittery outfit. Now that we saw you, it was hard to miss you. How has he not seen you earlier?

He couldn't quite hear you, but he could tell you were belting out every lyric to "I'm Every Woman" by Chaka Khan.

You were fully in character, totally carefree, having the time of your life.

You appear to be with two other girls, both playing the part of your background singers.

You'd turned your little platform into a stage. The few people around you on the dance floor were facing you and your friends, cheering you on. Their cheers only seemed to inflate your "stage presence".

Seeing you makes Joe chuckle. You're cute.

Jamie is the one who urges him to get closer to you, but he stays back for the entire night just watching you every chance he got.

You didn't seem to run out of energy. You knew every song. You were totally in your element.

Your little stank face when the opening bass thumps of "Tell Me Somethin' Good" came through the speakers was adorable.

Your dramatic, 'seductive' shoulder dance to "Careless Whisper" was adorable.

The sassy persona you took on with your friends during "It's Raining Men" was adorable.

Everything about you had the man hooked.

A part of him wanted to be a part of you.

The other part of him, though, was in his head about his celebrity status.

His recent blow-up following Stranger Things made him nervous to interact with new people.

It has been over a year since season 4 premiered, but the adoring crowd only grew and didn't seem to be doing down any time soon.

What if you already knew who he was?

That would make things a little awkward, right?

Suddenly, he was no longer just a guy at a club. He was "Joseph Quinn". Not just Joe.

Before he knows it, the clock strikes 2, and the club is closing.

He's not nearly as wasted as he thought he'd be, but he still was able to enjoy his night, nonetheless.

He turned his head for only a second when someone addressed him during their farewells, but in that second, he'd lost sight of you in the crowd.

He'd be lying if he'd say his heart didn't drop with disappointment.

You every see like a really hot person at an airport, passing by you on the street, or in a car next to you?

This was that moment for Joe.

He wanted to know you, get your name, maybe your number, but you disappeared into thin air.

Phantom Crossed Paths.

He headed down the tall staircase with the remaining few of his mates and made his way outside with them.

They were all chatting it up, turning the corner of the building to the parking lot just adjacent. That's when he noticed you for a second time, immediately.

You were still with your friends, talking enthusiastically with each other next to a car.

A few fellow club goers would compliment you in passing as they made it to their respective vehicles.

Joe started to get a bit clamy.

Should he shoot his shot?

Why not? What's the worst that could happen?

You'd either say no thanks to a stranger in the club parking lot or you'd ask him for a picture or something.

Fuck it.

He abandons his mates, who shouted questions after him, but he just dismissed them with a "be right back"

He walks right up to you and your two friends.

You were in the middle of laughing at something with that beautiful smile of yours.

"Pardon me." He catches your attention immediately. You had a shocked and slightly confused look on your face. His formal tone took you off guard.

As soon as your eyes land on him, Joe's done for. You were looking right at him.

It felt weird. He'd just spent the last several hours watching you in third person, like a movie, yet here you are, seeing him.

"Hi." You say with a small, polite smile.

"Hi, uh, sorry. I probably should've thought of what to say before I came up to you." He chuckles.

Your brows furrow, and you let out a breathy laugh, "Come up to me?"

"Yeah, sorry. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are, and I just wanted to shoot my shot before it's too late."

Your brows skyrocket, and you look him up and down shamelessly. "You are shooting a shot with me? Are you sure?" You ask in disbelief.

Joe chuckles, "I'm sure. Experiencing your joy from afar just wasn't good enough for me." He loosely gestures to the club building. "I want to get to know you up close." At this moment in time, he has no idea what he was saying. He was just hoping, whatever it was, was working.

You scoff in shock, a small smile playing on your lips as you look up at him with doe eyes.

"She only quiet cause she thinks you're cute. The answer is yes. You can have her number." One of your friends butt in from behind you.

You whip your head around to glare at her, giving a silence "Shit the fuck up" look

Joe grins widely and takes out his phone.

He's already got his contacts pulled up and ready to go by the time you turn back.

"If you really do think I'm cute, well you do me the honors?"

There's a slight bit of hesitation for giving out your number to a stranger, but he's cute, so what the heck.

He looks down at the new contact. He says your name with ease and a smile on his face, "A beautiful name for a beautiful face."

The way your name rolled off his tongue made you smile. "And you are, stranger?" You ask him.

It's his turn to be shocked. His brows raise, and his eyes widen. You don't know him?

You take the shock as him not realizing he didn't properly introduce himself.

His shocked face is adorable.

"Joe. My name's Joe."

You smile and nod, repeating his name. "That'll be easy to remember"

He nods with a big smile, "I'll, uh, Can I call you later?"

You quickly turn into a shy school girl, twisting side to side with your hands behind you with a shy smile. You nod. "I look forward to it, Joe."

He smiles impossibly wider, nodding and walking backward towards his awaiting mates. "Talk to you later!" He turns to jog back over to his buddies.

You could tell they were teasing and cheering him on, but the voices of your own teasing friends turned you around.

"My baby got hit on by an actually cute guy!" The same friend who interrupted earlier chimes in.

"Oh my GOD, bitch. Do you know who that was?" you other friend asked

you look at her confused, "You do?"

"The guy I was fangirling over! Eddie from Stranger Things?! I've been trying to get you to watch it for forever, and you still haven't!"

Your eyes widen in realization.

"I told you I don't want to pay for Netflix just to watch one show!"

"I can't believe he wanted my number?!"

"Bitch, stfu. Your hot af. Of course, he wanted your number!"

Literal death by surprise.

He definitely calls you that same night when he gets back to his hotel.

You confess that you didn't know him at first (and still don't know much about him), but your friend did spill the beans about him being a popular actor.

He's up front with you and let's you know that he's not in town for long as he's doing promo stuff all over the place, but he lets it be known that he doesn't want to just hit and quit.

You two bond over music.

He sets up a private date for you two to go on later that week.

You're not one for small talk, and thank God neither is he.

On your date, you guys talk about some many different topics.

You may not know either other's favorite color, but you do know each other's stance on the current state of the internet and celebrity/stan culture.

On top of your pretty face, Joe finds himself entranced by your mind and inner beauty.

Even after he leaves town, you'll definitely be staying in contact.

*rapidly wiggling my eyebrows* guurrrrrlllllll 💅💅

[viridianfurn]

So I've been workin a lil somethin. It started out as a DnD character backstory, but it kinda took on a life of its own. I now have over 20 pages of disjointed plot points, interactions, dialogue, and world building of what is essentially shaping up to be a short(?) story. I maybe wanna make a comic/webtoon type thing out of it?? I think that'd be really cool but its for sure no easy task. But let me know if you find it interesting, my motivation highkey thrives off of praise lol

Read below the cut for info about his background and a snippet of his first encounter with his Patron!

This is Reiss Fairgrey, also known as Grey. He starts off as just a guy trying to survive living in poverty in the slums of Port Tae'ul. Since he was 13 he's lived with his younger sister Launa, and 2 other boys who'd been on the streets; Yu (the absolute love of his life, their relationship is a big part of my story) and his kid brother Nao. Things haven't been good lately and he's desperate to find a way out of their situation, when he encounters a strange fey-like entity offering him a deal...

“You go search for a way to free this one's spirit from being bound to this place, and in return you may claim power to elevate your status and protect you and yours."

TW: descriptions of gore

"Excellent," a wry smile curves upon the entity's lips, "then the deal is made." Suddenly Reiss is spitting up… blood? No, acid? Something. Something that burns as it bubbles up from within. He falls, bracing himself on the ground coughing up a large amount, but it keeps coming. He leans back on his heels and turns his head up towards the darkening sky, as though he could swallow it back like bile, but it remains relentless. It leaks from his mouth, traces down his neck in various streams, pools in the hollows of collarbones. When the liquid makes it to his chest, it begins to move of its own accord, toward the place over his heart. It traces along in a swirling pattern, forming a brand. When the design is complete a glow radiates from it and with this light a new agony tears through his chest. Reiss screams in distress but the substance filling his throat blocks the sound. His eyes roll back and Reiss collapses.  When he wakes, he can see the sun barely cresting the horizon. His stomach, throat, face, it all feels like hell. The ribbons of gore on his upper chest were sticky and steadily oozing blood. Tender, and fleshy, like when you prematurely rip off a scab. He was weak, and struggled to roll over and push himself up on his knees.  “Ohoho, you live?” the spirit mused. Reiss looked up, the entity had been waiting up on a branch in the tree, reclining against the trunk. The sight of them behaving nonchalant fills Reiss with indignation.  “Shit man what the hell?!” upon speaking Reiss gasps in pain, his voice is hoarse. Usable, but his throat is undoubtedly damaged. “You didn’t mention this in your fucking deal!” he chokes out.  “A small price to pay little slum-dweller. With that brand, you’ll be able to cast magic you’d never be able to otherwise.”  “Fuck you dude, you coulda at least warned me! Ugh, hrk!” “Now now, calm yourself, this one does not care for your howling and your injuries probably care for it even less.” “What was the damn point of this?!” The spirit rolled their eyes, “Hmph, this one does not like repeating things, so listen this time. The mark is a crucial part of our agreement, it acts as a medium. Through it, you will be given magic capabilities.” “Like, already?”  “That’s right! And you’ll only grow more powerful as time goes on.” The spirit dissipates into a mist then re-materializes to crouch beside him, and Reiss falls back, startled. The spirit reaches out and grabs him by the arm, hauling him to his feet.  “Come now, give it a try will you?” The entity clasps its hands together in excitement. “Focus on something in the distance and gather energy in your palm. then, imagine it shooting forth towards your taget. This spell is called Eldritch Blast and it will prove to be one of your most useful abilities.”  “Whaddya mean by gather energy? I just gotta put my hand out like this?” He jests, but by focusing even a little, a ball of magic forms and blasts forward into the woods striking a tree in the distance. He can see even from here, it’s not enough to take the tree down but he’d clearly carved a mass out of the trunk. “Woah…”  “Wow, I’m actually quite surprised, little slum-dweller! You have a more natural inclination for this than the previous contractee.”  “Quit calling me slum-dweller.”  “Hmm fine, little Fairgrey.”  “I didn’t tell you…how do you know my name?”  “This one knew, before you even stepped on this hill, who you were little Fairgrey.” That’s… suspicious, Reiss thought. But then, maybe it's magic? I don’t know what kind of powers they have… “Can we drop the “little” part?”  “Afraid not, that would be rather confusing for this one."

[hotluncheddie]

hello! this is my blog navigation!!

26 | she/they | queer | ✧˖°⋆

I like writing steddie and sharing it on here. most of it is pretty short, but sweet. sometimes nsfw so pls pls minors dni.

Taglist is open!　

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General

Can't live for tomorrow : Ao3 | wc: 6.2 | rated: M | cw: panic attacks | tags: 90's AU, No Upside down, Meet-ugly, Platonic Hellcheer, Background Buckingham, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Yoga Instructor Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson needs a hug

Hug : Ao3 | wc: 3.4k | rated: T | cw: meltdown, burn out | tags: autistic eddie munson, hurt/comfort, pre relationship, pining, hugging

Memories of somethin' even smoking weed does not replace : Ao3 | part 2 | cw: alcohol | rated: M | tags: pre s4 au, steve harrington centric, stobin soulmates, raised catholic steve harrington

Tiny green shorts : Ao3 | wc: 2.2k | rated: E | tags: smut, established relationship, mention of free use

🍓, 🍓🍓 : Ao3 | wc: 1.9k | rated: G | tags: getting together, fluff, idiots in love

Extra credit : Ao3 | wc: 1.6k | rated: M | tags: pre s4, fluff, pre relationship

Seasons change, but people don't : Ao3 | wc: 6.2k | rated: M | tags: time skips, slow burn, eddie munson is bad a feelings, first kiss

Series

Microfics (AKA my chubby steve saga) : Ao3

Autistic Steve Harrignton : Ao3 | Thoughts | Hurt/Comfort | Stimming | (ongoing)

Sub Eddie Week 2024 Masterlist : Ao3 | (complete)

Stop being a goblin and let me kiss you : rated: M | tags: switching POV, getting together, idiots in love, flirting | part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 | (unfinished)

I also like writing steddie chubby or in bigger bodies. sometimes fat and/or getting fatter (steddie wg), so please read the tags. if you’re not into that, it’s okay there’s things above for you. if you are into that, please, come in <3

Chubby Steve Harrington

Love in a safety-pin : Ao3 | wc: 3.9k | rated: M | tags: weight gain, outgrown clothes, mutual pining, getting together, domestic fluff

Wherever you go, that’s where I am : Ao3 | wc: 3.5k | rated: M | tags: 5+1, established relationship, body worship, feral pining goblin eddie munson, chubby steve harrington, fluff

Denny’s : Ao3 | rated G | tags: tooth rotting fluff, pining, chubby steve, line cook eddie, getting together | idea , follow up , fin | (complete)

Ex jock : Ao3 | wc: 2k | rated: E | tags: established relationship, fat steve, sub eddie, outgrown clothes

Office AU : initial idea - First date : Ao3 | wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, fluff, outgrown clothes, sweet gooey smut

Milk | co written with @scoops-aboy86 | rated: M | tags: idiot4idiot, weight gain, stobin soulmates but robin is tired

Chubby Eddie Munson

Jeans : Ao3 | wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: pre & established relationship, weight gain, outgrown clothes, some sub steve

Santa baby : wc: 390 | rated: T | tags: chubby eddie, established relationship, fluff, a silly thing for Christmas

Witness Protection WG AU | rated: M | tags: weight gain, cannon divergence, stuffing

Breakfast : Ao3 | wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, belly kink, stuffing, feedee eddie munson, feeder steve harrington, semi public sex (in eddies van)

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 15

i wanna burn kirks green shirt. i hate it. show me the tummy NOW!!

"i was making a little joke, sir" "extremely little, ensign" spock ily

hate to see kirk leave but love to watch him go

was so focused on the banter i forgot that this show has a plot

kirk is so passive aggressive sometimes. i want him carnally

kirks ass = amazing

weird ringing in the background, hard to focus on the dialogue its so distracting

"storagecompartmentsstoragecompartments?" "whatwhat?" kirk ily

spock is a know-it-all

Plot Grain

kirk is so sassy in this episode

uhura almost walks directly into kirks tummy. i wouldnt have stopped if i were her

weird space salesmen is giving rogueport vibes

lil fuzzball...

tribble...........

these are evil arent they

i thought currency didnt exist in star trek? theyre clearly exchanging currency here

uhura ily

This Grain Is Very Important

kirks fussy. baby needs a nap

the klingons are up to somethin

did the klingons send the tribble

"let me ASSURE you that my INTENTIONS ARE PEACEFUL." ok buddy

"kling-ins"

"my dear ~captain koloth~" kirk stop flirting with everyone who wants to kill you

hm i wonder which political event the writers were thinking about. perhaps. the cold war? no way

there are more tribbles now

spock is not immune to tribble calming powers

i want more side shots of kirk im obsessed with his tum tum

"pipeitdownheremisterchekov"

tribble mitosis

william shatners been getting pretty mumbly lately

return of space rogueport salesman

ok it appears the klingons dont know or care about the tribbles

nevermind they actively dislike them

the tribble economy is in shambles

"earthers"

klingon is passive aggressively praising/criticizing kirk in the most homoerotic way

klingon sounds drunk

"klingonese"

scotty can handle klingon dude dissing kirk but dissing the enterprise is too far. kirk was right, the enterprise really is a beautiful lady and we love her

Were Fighting Now

weirdly long fight scene

"i wanna know who started it" vice principle isnt a good look on you kirk

thought kirk was gonna smack scottys ass for a sec there. woulda been in character

scotty recalls the kirk criticisms verbatim

kirks fussy again

this is too many tribbles

mccoy likes tribbles more than spock

spock likes tribbles more than mccoy

make out already

kirk sits his ass on a tribble

Far Too Many Tribbles

"theyre born pregnant" what

tribbles are canonically bisexual

kirk is too cranky for tribbles

tribbles are an invasive species

This Too Is About The Cold War

yeah this is just way too many tribbles. its just too much

the tribbles are Problematic

kirk gets a tidal wave of tribbles dumped on him. i love this show

someone help kirk hes drowning in tribbles

dont yell at kirk hes drowning in tribbles

kirk is drowning in dead tribbles

i envy the prop person who got to drop tribbles on william shatners head

everyones pissed at kirk today

tribbles are klingonphobic

oh no! a sovie- i mean klingon spy!

"its been impregnated with a vahrus"

i think kirk just forced this dude into slave labor

does teleporting tribbles into a klingon ship count as biological warfare

[foxes-that-run]

I don't wanna live forever

In the video Zayn arrives in a classic convertible, similar to Blank Space. She 'called out' Harry's cars in KoMH "'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars / With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars"

Then the hotel looks a lot like the Bowery Hotel where Harry stays in NY. Also, not to sound flippant... but it's Zayn and Taylor.

Harry and Taylor refer to Hallways in 10 songs and in the Perfect MV.

There are white roses throughout which Taylor pulls apart. Since Red, TS Roses have been about Harry, he has a rose tattoo. On their May anniversary in 2013, she posted roses saying she thought something would grow. She threw white roses in the Blank Space MV.

The people in the background are dressed like Harry and Taylor at the Victoria Secret show, which is also the subject of So it Goes.

They trash the hotel room, which mocks Perfect's MV. 1D's made a mess, Taylor and Zayn smash a mirror and a lamp.

i don't wanna live forever came together very quickly. wrote it with taylor and sam dew and produced it at home mostly on paper sounds. recorded taylor at my house. zayn sent parts from LA – we did it in a week basically. i've never had something come out that quick — jackantonoff (@jackantonoff) December 9, 2016

Zayn said that Jack approached him, then Zayn spoke to Taylor who already knew the track. I think given the importance of Jack and Taylor's relationship it's more likely Taylor choose Zayn and Jack was an intermediary than Jack raising it.

The collaboration itself is enough to confirm who it is about and caused a directioner-swiftie Twitter fandom storm. Many viewed it as a way for them both to mess with Harry, I think in part it is a response to Perfect. To suggest it's not about Harry for either is... a choice.

When was it written

Jack and Taylor were in the studio recording the bulk of Reputation in September 2016, Zayn was was in LA then, so maybe. But Fifty shades wrapped in April 2016 and it was likely wanted then.

Live performances

Taylor performed it 7 times in promotional events and then only twice in concert, interestingly both times was it the first week of June:

June 9, 2018, Manchester's Reputation Surprise Song. They were in a good (and maybe more) place then. Also Harry's hometown (he was in Florida)

June 3, 2023, Chicago Eras surprise song. It is sadder that above, the MH split announcement was 2 days later so maybe related. Haylor relations seemed warm before and after that.

Taylors split from CH and Harry left to shoot Dunkirk in June 2016. From I did something bad / High Infidelity / Ole we know CH was over earlier and they had spent some time together in February and April 2016. Playing this in June, when Harry left for Dunkirk and his IG going colour after the 2016 Met Gala has me side eyeing the end.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ZAYN] Been sittin' eyes wide open Behind these four walls, hopin' you'd call It's just a cruel existence Like there's no point hopin' at all

Eyes wide open is a reference to Eyes wide Shut, the Stanley Kubrick erotic psychological drama. Like Fifty shades is features a masquerade party.

Harry and Taylor refer to waiting for calls in: AYHTDWS "Here you are now, calling me up, but I don't know what to say" August "Cancel plans just in case you'd call". Maroon "the rust that grew between telephones" FTDT "Even my phone misses your call, by the way"

Cruel existence is a theme of referring to their relationship as something they are trapped in. Cruel Summer "It's a cruel summer with you", MMIH "Cause once you go without it / Nothing else will do" and others. Taylor also had no hope in Treacherous "This hope is treacherous"

[Pre-Chorus: ZAYN] Baby, baby, I feel crazy Up all night, all night and every day Give me somethin', oh, but you say nothin' What is happening to me?

Taylors pre-chorus is the same but "I gave you somethin', but you gave me nothin'"

IWYW has a similar line "You always knew how to push my buttons / You give me everything and nothing" and Say "don't go" "I said, "I love you" (I said, "I love you") / You say nothin' back"

[Chorus: ZAYN] I don't wanna live forever 'Cause I know I'll be living in vain And I don't wanna fit wherever I just wanna keep calling your name Until you come back home x2

Taylor has referred to not wanting a life without Harry in Is it over now? "Oh, Lord, I think about / Jumping off of very tall somethings" Hoax " Stood on the cliffside / Screaming, "Give me a reason"" This is me trying "Pulled the car off the road to the lookout / Could've followed my fears all the way down"

In Where do broken hearts go "Now I'm searching every lonely place / Every corner calling out your name / Tryna find you but I just don't know / Where do broken hearts go?"

I don't want to fit wherever seems a response to Perfect "Or the arms that hold you any time you want them / But that don't mean that we can't live here in the moment / 'Cause I can be the one you love from time to time". HS had not been available because of the band, but wasn't in 2016 when Taylor wanted someone there for her but I expect was focused on his solo career and Dunkirk so not in the band or available. To me this line could be why it still didn't work out.

[Verse 2: Taylor Swift] I'm sittin' eyes wide open And I got one thing stuck in my mind Wonderin' if I dodged a bullet Or just lost the love of my life, oh

In second Verse Taylor has let it go, dodged a bullet/lost the love of her life is pretty straight forward - but it's an interesting link to Love of my Life on Harry's House which was still 6 years away. (yes I know his only 13th track on the album he released on their 10th anniversary is about England.... ....)

[Bridge: Taylor Swift, ZAYN, Both] I've been looking sad in all the nicest places Baby, baby, I feel crazy I see you around in all these empty faces Up all night, all night and every day I've been looking sad in all the nicest places Give me somethin', oh, but you say nothin' Now I'm in a cab, I tell 'em where your place is What is happening to me?

Looking sad in all the nicest places reminds me of:

This is me trying: "And it's hard to be at a party / When I feel like an open wound/ It's hard to be anywhere these days / When all I want is you"

Hit's different "Freedom felt like summer then on the coast / Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings"

Take the cab to his place is also similar to other times they go to each others house:

DBATC: "I Take the long way home"

Wish You Would. "It's 2 A.M. in your car / Windows down, you pass my street / The memories start" and "It's 2 A.M. in your car / Windows down, I pass my street / The memories start"

[Outro: Taylor Swift, ZAYN] I just wanna keep callin' your name Until you come back home Until you come back home

Finally, home is an important concept to them. Generally, they refer to each other as home. However in this song and Sweet Creature, "Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home"

Sweet Creature and IDWLF were both written in 2016 they refer to HS coming home to her.

The lyric 'And I don't wanna fit wherever / I just wanna keep calling your name / Until you come back home". Is a hope that eventually they will be together, but accepting not yet. This idea is in several songs:

HYGTG "Broke your heart, I'll put it back together / I would wait for ever and ever (I want you for ever and ever)"

Suburban Legends " When you told me we'd get back together / And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever"

Someday "Someday maybe when we're old and gray / We could be in love once more / Till then I won't give my love away / Darling, I'm forever only yours"

Something Great: "One day, I'll come into your world and get it right / I'll say we're better off together here tonight"

Happily "We were meant to be but a twist of fate / Made it so you had to walk away."

Satellite "Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in / I can see you're lonely down there"

[undeadboyfriendsupportgroup]

Throwing in some headcanons for the season 1 Archive gang

(As always, these are just silly goofy fun, not meant to invalidate anyone's characterization of the archive folks, we're in season 3 so if any of these contradict with canon, it's probably bc of that or memory failing us/personal preference sooooo, lesgo)

cw: alcohol (very lightly mentioned) and spiders

Jon:

-Jon tends to wander when drunk, it's a good idea to keep an eye on him. He's gotten lost in campus during his college days but always comes back unharmed (somehow).

-He thought his grandmother made up grass allergies to keep him from getting into dangerous places as a kid but his family has a genetic grass allergy, nothing fatal but recently cut grass does make him v itchy when it touches bare skin.

-He uses pen grips, i think he's developing arthritis so he owns some comfortable rubber ones. There are a few bite marks on em, but if you confront him he will gaslight you

-Jon's bones also crack very easily, when he gets up you can hear it. It gets worse throughout the seasons

-Jon uses transparent nail polish. He started doing it to avoid nail biting but started the habit of chipping it off. In college he wore colored nail polish but he ditched bc he doesn't consider it v professional on himself.

-He's a responsible sunscreen user, he applies it whenever he needs to be outside but he uses a regular drugstore one since i don't think he believes in skincare being a thing. IN THE SAME VEIN: he doesn't think that body wash works, he only believes in soap.

-He had a bowlcut as a kid.

-He gets shorter by 1 inch per season.

-Jon, even though very good with tech, prefers to do things on paper because he likes the feeling. He prefers pencils over pens, but uses pens because they are more professional

-Jon would love smash burgers, i'm not giving more context.

Sasha:

-Sash started training a couple years ago to improve her posture (she tended to go shrimp while doing deskwork) and now she could crush a lemon with a single hand. She and Tim go to the gym sometimes and she can lift way more than him

-To counteract the smash burger hc above, she would love Shake Shack.

-She's scored pretty high on IQ tests every time she has to take them but she doesn't believe in their validity.

-She used to go spelunking on internet forums a lot.

-I think she would have enjoyed well planned ARGs and things that involved solving mysteries before it became her full-time job to deal with horrors.

-Sasha owns comfy shoes she wears in the office. Wearing heels during a whole workday isn't worth it and she knows this.

-Shes a bit of a stationary fan, she would have all of the really nice highlighters and notebooks

-She chews her lips pretty often, especially when she wears nice chap sticks

-She likes furbies.

Tim:

-He hates furbies and dolls, truth be told it is more fear than hatred.

-He's been on commercials as a kid at least once. Somewhere on youtube there's a bubblegum commercial with a preteen Tim on it and Jon found it while looking for background info about nearly everyone in the archives in season 2.

-Tim has a small collection of fucked up Rubik cubes. He has a knack for solving them, the more alien-looking, the better. He finds solving puzzles stimulating but also gets fed up with them easily. Having something to do with his hands helps him think.

-He's an excellent draftsman, took an art course pre college and he indulges in it every now and then. He has no issues with people looking through his sketchbooks and all of the building facade sketches he has there. He's the kinda guy to sketch random people he sees in public and all of the archives gang has been drawn by him before

-He would love cockatiels, but he doesn't own any animals. He birdwatches quite a bit and has books/a special sketchbook just for birds/landscapes. He also purple columbine flowers, even though he is really bad with plants. He's foraged before but he ended up in emergency care bc he fucked with something he shouldn't have XD

-Tim got his tongue pierced some time ago, it suits him well.

-Will absolutely WRECK you in karaoke and then act like he isn't that good after (he was a theater kid)

-He's the most seasoned traveler among everyone in the archives. Tim's ideal vacay would be going around the world

-He would have enjoyed streaming games as a hobby (am i bringing up Mike LeBeau? probably. In a different world we would have Tim playing The Sims 2 with all of the mods on Twitch). He's also had pink hair before!!

Martin:

-He's a bit of a polyglot to me (so far The Eye makes you understand other languages but it doesn't give you proficency over them! That's all his own talent)

-Mart's worked at a blu-ray rental before the Institute. He came out of that job decently well-versed in 80's-90's movies. He's the opposite of a film snob and probably loves The Princess Bride and other bangers

-Martin's the kind of person that would cut an apple for you but he'd eat a tangerine with the rind on without hesitating. After you have a fight with him he brings you cut fruits and crackers

-He also writes prose and has finished nanowrimo during company time.

-Martin wears graphic tees under shirts under sweaters at work, but for very nerdy and obscure things

-Martin does the little dinosaur hand things often when he is walking, heh

-He's kept house spiders in glass jars with little holes and fed them bugs. Many of those spiders gave birth inside those jars. He's moved places a couple times as a kid so he's probably responsible of scaring a landlord or two by greeting them with a roomful of spider jars (and it was deserved).

-Martin owns tea pets!! He shares a cuppa with them every now n then

[angelmelon]

INFILTRATE LEASEBOUND DAY #3: childhood 🏡🍼

I don’t have the energy to draw right now.

this is what I would look like if I gave into Rusty Leasebound’s idea of what my private parts and sexual orientation make me.

remove the background, replace it with the most boring dormitory room imaginable with a “vagitarian” shirt hanging up or somethin, I dunno

At 15 months old, I lost the ability to speak, and most physical capabilities. At 2 years old, my family was told I likely had Autism Spectrum Disorder, as well as significant prefrontal brain damage. At 4 years old, my diagnosis was finalized. Autism Spectrum Disorder; a scary set of words for my parents. They were new to this, I was only the 2nd child they’d had, 3 years after my older sister. 2007 wasn’t a great era to be a new parent with a disabled child.

People thought I was a lost cause. I could not walk down a flight of stairs. I could not put on shoes. I could not say my own name. Kara, Kara, Kara. Ag Dia, I could not say Kara.

My childhood is blurry, for unfortunately obvious reasons. But what I know is that, one day, the folks at that old special needs daycare for me to wash my hands. Liesel, my physical therapist, got me walk down a flight of stairs. My lovely family taught me that name, the one I… well, I don’t go by it anymore. But I can say it. Kara. I can say Kara, and it brings my family the most joy they could ever have that I can say that.

I want to design characters. Make games, write books, tell stories for kids like me. For trans kids like me. Those who were thought to have no control. That we’d just stay a vegetable. But, we have the power to say the name that was ours, and to say our true names.

My name is Angel McKeown. Angel, Angel, ANGEL. Say it loud, it took me 15 years to.

[aka-indulgence]

Reunion (+ All new spaghetti!!!)

Your luggage rolled behind you, your heart racing. You’ve called with Sans (and Papyrus!) all throughout your work-trip, but you were going to reunite with them soon, face to face. You missed burying your face in Sans’ hoodie and the sound of Papyrus’ cooking in the background, forming your personal ‘ASMR’.

It might’ve been the only think that kept you awake, because the flight had left you with bags under your eyes, while feeling like you’ve just been covered in oil and needed a shower real soon.

Sans: where r y??? i dont see y You: omw

Sans must’ve been as nervous as you were from how often he asked where you were. But the wait was about to be over, because you’ve just exited to arrivals.

You’d say that it took you a while to find Sans, but it wasn’t that hard. You’re a morning arrival, and the morning crowd wasn’t particularly horrible. In fact you had space to stand around while scanning the ones waiting. You forgot to tell Sans that you were already outside- he was sitting and looking at his phone obsessively. Amusingly, he kept looking up from his phone, and a couple of times practically made direct eye contact with you, but in his hurry he didn’t notice.

“Sans!”

His head snapped up as soon as you called his name, eyesockets wide. Oh. He almost looked like he just went through a long flight himself. He stared at you for maybe 2 seconds before he leapt out of his seat and instantly teleported in front of you.

“holyshit you’re back!”

He instantly teleported back to the waiting area, probably so you could go home. You try grabbing the handle of the luggage, realizing it isn’t there.

“Wait... my bag!”

It was sitting abandoned in the middle of people exiting the gate.

“oops, my bad. got too excited,” Sans chuckled, his voice betraying the fact that he didn’t have enough sleep the night prior, quickly teleporting to the bag and bringing it back.

He lead you to the lobby, arm wrapped around you. He carried your luggage for you.

“Where’s Papy?”

“he’s waiting in the car.” Sans explained, nuzzling your face enthusiastically. “ah doll, i’ve missed ya so much, ya smell as good as ever.”

You giggle, waving him away as he let his teeth graze your neck. “Sans!!” you squealed, scandalous, “we’re in public!”

“i don’t care.” he states simply, “it’s been too long since i got the chance to get my hands all over ya, i’m not waiting anymore.”

Thankfully, it didn’t take long before Papyrus arrived with the car, because you might actually have to start fighting him before Sans tries doing anything more than kissing.

“HI. TINY,” Papyrus greeted, rolling down his window, made all the more humorous with the sunglasses taped to his skull.

“Papy!!!” You couldn’t resist it, you had to lean in and hug him. Normally, Papyrus would be under the pretense that any display of affection from you to him was disgusting, but even he seemed to miss you enough that he happily accepted it without yelling.

You climbed into the back with Sans (he had so bravely volunteered himself to be your lap-pillow for the trip), and you were glad to be able to stretch your legs a bit, at least more than you could on the plane.

The dull sound of the engine and subtle irregularities on the road made for a comforting make-shift lullaby while you relaxed against Sans.

“YOU KNOW, SANS HELPED ME COOK EARLIER.” Papyrus had casually mentioned.

“He did?!” momentarily, you’re awake again.

“YOUR FAVORITE, OF COURSE. THE ‘NEW AND IMPROVED SURFACE SPAGHETTI OF THE EVIL PAPYRUS’.”

“I don’t remember that being it’s name...”

“papyrus wants to patent it or somethin’.” Sans shrugged. “nothin’ actually official though. maybe if undyne comes over, he’s gonna write that down with a c inside a circle on top of the tupperware. thought of it while you were away and wanted to see if ya liked the name.”

“THAT’S NOT WHY-”

“Uh.... doesn’t roll off the tongue easily, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“...” A look of mischief grows on Sans’ face. “j-”

“SHUT IT SANS.” Papyrus immediately, emphatically said, leading to you and Sans chuckling, trying to explain ‘but i hadn’t even said anythin’!’