#also really fun to take them apart and put them back together I'm a big stan

[stars-n-spice]

Silly Squad Alignment Charts

Because I thought it would be fun and silly :)

Find out more about the Silly Squad here!

Of course, have to start with the classic:

Hunter will say they have food at home and it's literally like probably two slices of bread, a bottle of ketchup, and a head of lettuce

Viram KNOWS how to cook so you best be happy to eat her food instead of having Mcdonalds

Khea and Echo it depends on their mood whether they pull up and order a single black coffee before leaving (Echo would never do it if Omega is in the car)

Crosshair doesn't even like their coffee but he does it to be a little shit

Feel like Tech is also kinda in the middle because he'll be like "Technically we have food at home-" but he also needs his caffeine

Phee will ALWAYS pull up to the Mcdonalds, especially when Omega's with her. Then Omega always holds it over Hunter- "Well, PHEE takes ME to Mcdonalds!"

Tay is the definition of a bastard (no seriously)

Phee is bastard (affectionate) but would technically be more of "Badass" than anything

Khea, Crosshair, and Tech are the Bitch Trio and if you put them in a room together they WILL tear each other apart (emotionally most likely but Tech will goad Crosshair and Khea into physically fighting each other while he records)

Majority of the squad is Babey though

Echo is also "Bad Ass" but he could also be a Bitch if he wanted

Hunter is Bastard just because I think it's funny

Dumb Bitch Hunter my beloved <3

Echo is sad dick because he has no dick

I use dumb affectionately with Wrecker (not with Hunter and Tay)

Tech just has big dick energy to me idk

Khea's a sad hoe but she'll never admit to it (the being sad part)

If you've noticed, I really like making fun of Hunter that's why he's there in the dumbass squared category

Wrecker, Khea, and Phee are all smart as fuck but have more fun pretending that they aren't really

Tay is good at pretending that he is smart - he is not

Then of course, Tech, Cross, and Echo are all smartasses

This fit so perfectly I was dying

Hunter is laughing nervously because he's aroace lmao

Omega would be like "Thanks! :D" and just carry on

Jung would most likely do *thumbs up* instead of finger guns though

When you pair up the couples, it's funnier

If Tay said "I know" after Cross told him that he loved him, Crosshair would dump him on the spot

Khea tells Wrecker she loves him for the first time and he short circuits and probably would say something along the lines of "YEET!"

Viram and Echo both have issues and would not be able to comprehend why someone would love them - I'm sure Echo's got insecurities and Viram knows she's a workaholic and therefore difficult to be in a relationship so she apologies in advance

If Phee told Tech she loved him and he went "a horrible decision, really" she'd probably laugh

And of course, who doesn't love Phee? If you don't, get out of here.

Crosshair could care less, he ain't dealing with that shit

Tech would say this ominously as if he's seen the future and knows your death is imminent meanwhile Khea's is more of a - "you probably will because everyone close to me has already died" sort of way :/

I feel like Omega might also be "i'd die for you first" too

Hunter, Viram, and Echo don't want to deal with that shit either, they've already got so much loss, guilt, and other things on their plate

Tay's probably not listening when someone tells him they'd die for him while Phee's like, "Oh, neat. Anyways, as I was saying about my last adventure-"

Jung is ready and willing to put his life on the line and Wrecker would probably more like a "Nu uh" because he's got your back and would look out for you

Phee will also do it for some credits or a cool treasure

Tay is going to fight god (and he's going to lose)

Tech could do so much more than take down the government, but he needs incentives (him and Phee can take down the government together <3)

Khea is a bounty hunter, her job literally requires her to stab people sometimes in order for her to get money

Crosshair would stab without anyone needing to ask him

Echo's taking down the government no matter what, but especially if Rex asks him to come along

Jung is going to fight god if you ask them to (and he'll win)

Viram is the type of friend who is an excellent tutor and you end up understanding the concept after getting her help meanwhile Omega will explain what she knows and then the homework becomes a group project of figuring out what the fuck it's asking

You can copy Hunter's homework but there is no guarantee that the answers are right (most of them are wrong)

You can copy Jung's homework and there's a high chance the answers are right

Khea had better things to do than homework - like get frustrated over it and cry for a bit before giving up on it

Phee did some of the homework but she'll only help you out if you give her something in exchange

Wrecker and Tay, beloved himbos, they had no idea and even if they did do the homework, you wouldn't want to copy off of them

Crosshair also didn't do the homework but he also doesn't want to respond

Tech and Echo both did the homework and it's correct but they don't tolerate copying work to even have suggested it is offensive so now you're left on read

[galoogamelady]

How do you draw inorganic things so well your guns and armor and metal stuff is just so gosh darn good like i need tips i fail hard at inorganic matter every i every draw looks so soft and fleshy

The thing about hard surface items is that you have to be at least a little bit anal about perfect straight lines and ellipses in relation with perspective. I was really bad at descriptive geometry (my teacher sucked ass but that's another thing), and okay at best at drawing still life of objects in high school, but I recommend dabbling in the latter at least, if you can, to strengthen your foundations. How and where shapes connect to each other, how corners are formed, how a pattern or sticker translates on a flat surface we see in perspective all matter in selling your drawing.

Unless you're going to simplify shapes a lot, don't rush it and just refine the drawing as you go. This is my process. Again, I'm not a perfectionist, I know this final drawing is not a 1-to-1 to the reference, but it's good enough for this practice. If the gun was the main focus of an image, I would make sure the tip of the barrel looked sharper and nicer.

You can see me using this method in this old speeddraw and in a recent twitch stream (footage of which will be in my next youtube vid).

I recommend using rulers even if you trace over images of items. And be mindful about where and how you weather or detail shapes. For example, I could have drawn horizontal lines on the upper receiver here, but the short vertical lines help convey its roundness better.

If you're drawing different materials, you can forego the ruler on soft materials but still use it for the hard ones. (eg. a couch that has a wooden base/legs vs the cushions):

[disneyprincemuke]

"wanna hang out?" * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: also nothing to do with vr, but ON GOD I'VE GOT SOMETHING PLANNED WITH THEM I- i am also making this a mini series, because i cant physically sit down and write anything too long because this ask was very long and i simply can't not break it down into parts im sorry anon i love you

| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | you’re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship | it's nice to have a friend |

"mate, just go up and him and say 'hi'. it's not that hard."

"i know, but i'm scared."

"scared? he's a 22-year-old. he won't bite you."

"you don't know that!"

"he's a really nice kid. just go up to him and ask him if he wants to hang out."

"okay, but only if you come with me?"

"you're a fully grown adult! you don't need me with you to play matchmaker to get a new friend."

"please, george? i'm asking you this one favour."

"no can do. look! there he is! go!"

that's the last thing you hear before you are rudely shoved out of alex's driver's room. you press your lips together into a thin line, fists balled by your side as you hear george close the door behind you. you knew hanging out with george in alex's room without alex is stupid.

you had simply noticed the american rookie quietly following the thai driver around, not making many conversations with other drivers during the pre-season test a couple of weeks ago. while you're very well equipped with making friends and incorporating yourself with the rest of your colleagues, logan seemed to be one of the people you found quite difficult to approach.

not because he's unapproachable. simply because he is also very quiet and reserved on his own. once upon a time, when you first joined formula 1 as the only woman on the grid, you were good friends with charles. that was before you had drifted apart amidst all the outright comparisons everyone would make, and eventually, you had fallen into his shadow while he achieved greater things in the sport.

you had learned to find solace in your own company for about a year or so, only speaking to whoever spoke to you. it wasn't until things started falling into place when toto wolff had picked you to race with mercedes, following lewis hamilton's retirement in 2021 after failing to secure himself a championship.

logan, who has just finished his climb up the stairs, flashes you a friendly smile as he fiddles with his keys. "hey," he greets you, before abruptly turning to unlock the door to his driver's room.

"hi," you smile, awkwardly wiping your palms against the material of your shorts. "i haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself to you. i'm (y/n)."

he pushes his door open, craning his neck to acknowledge you. "i know. i've been a big fan since you joined the sport," he glances elsewhere before meeting your eyes again, "i'm logan?"

"right, we already know that," you sigh, shaking your head. you take a step forward, maintaining your distance from the entrance of his driver's room. you don't want to wind up overstepping your welcome. "um, well, welcome to formula 1."

he smiles at you, slightly more genuine this time. you watch as he puts his bag down by the door. "thank you."

"no problem." you bite on the inside of your cheek, turning around to open the door to alex's driver's room. you hear the door creaking behind you, and you vaguely remember that all this awkward conversation wasn't initiated for nothing.

you turn back around and try to hold the door open. your palm meets the door, logan flinching back in surprise as you tilt your head to peek up at him. "have you had your lunch yet?"

he shakes his head. "why?"

"george and i are waiting for alex to finish his meeting with james before we go and grab lunch somewhere in the paddocks," you smile. "wanna hang out?"

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 6

Part 5

Come for the sugar daddy fantasy stay for my everybody-loves-steve agenda

Eddie insisted on helping Steve with his suit the night of the soiree. Steve allowed him into his apartment for the first time, after some extensive cleaning. Eddie was already dressed in his suit, red, no shirt underneath. He took the garment bag from Eddie, kissed his lips, and then went to his bedroom. Eddie got a glimpse of his nest before the door was shut.

"Uhh? Baby?"

"No peeking", Steve said from behind the door.

"Babyyyy", Eddie whined, pressing his face to the wood.

Steve grinned to himself as he listened, getting dressed on his own anyway. "I don't want to be late. And if I let you 'help' that's exactly what will happen."

It wasn't just what Eddie would do. It was what Steve would let him get away with. It would be very easy to let Eddie in and then tumble in his nest. The thought of letting Eddie's scent mix in... Steve wondered if he could get away with sneaking a piece of his clothing away. But Eddie had promised him a fun night out and said he'd be meeting his bandmates as well.

He finished getting dressed and came out. Eddie stumbled, being nearly glued to the door. Steve almost made a joke about falling for him.

"You gonna be this attached to me all night?", he asked instead.

Eddie righted himself and stood up straight. "If I let you out of my sight, the wolves will descend on you Lil Red."

Steve put his hands on Eddie's chest and leaned in. "Good thing I've got a big, strong woodsman to keep me safe~"

Since it was a band event, Eddie had a personal driver this time. That meant he could sit in the backseat and play with Steve the whole way. Eddie's hand was firm on Steve's thigh while the other held his hip. He'd wanted to bury them in Steve's tresses but one firm tap and reprimand 'don't touch the hair' and here they were.

Eddie was nibbling on Steve's neck, wishing he could put something more permanent on him. Let others know who he belonged to. When they arrived, Steve took a moment to get himself together. Eddie thought he looked just as radiant now as he did with sex-tousled hair but he liked seeing his baby primp too.

Eddie led him, arm in arm, into a nightclub. The music was energetic but didn't really seem to fit with Eddie's usual metal scene. Steve had done some research on the band, listened to a few songs, learned the other members names too. So even through the blaring music, he was able to understand when Eddie brought them over to a reserved table where the rest of them awaited.

"So this is the guy?", Jeff asked.

"This must be the guy", Gareth nodded.

"Can't be anyone else but the guy", Grant raised his glass to Steve.

Steve smiled at Eddie. "You've been telling them about me?"

"You're a secret I don't wanna keep, babydoll", Eddie smiled back.

"DJ here is mixing a set around one of our albums", Jeff said. "Kind of a little promotion for us. And when we share the video, he'll get a bump too."

"I thought this was a little out of the box for your sound", Steve said.

"You listen to our music?", Eddie asked.

Steve shrugged, playing it off. "I've dabbled." He leaned into Eddie's space to take a sip from the drink in his hand. "What about you? Do you dabble in this?"

"Not quite my scene, no. I'm an appreciator of most genres though."

"Can we finally break the silence on Eddie's jazz phase?", Gareth said.

"What's wrong with jazz?", Steve asked.

"Music was fine", Grant clarified, "He just got super pretentious about the different subgenres."

"He was insufferable", Gareth added.

"What about you guys, then?", Steve pointed the question to them. "Are you into this kind of music?"

"It's something to dance to", Jeff replied.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Care to dance?", Steve asked.

Jeff gave a look to Eddie, asking permission. Amused, Steve also looked to Eddie for his response. Eddie's arm had been wrapped rather possessively around him for most of the night, so he could feel how antsy Steve was getting. Eddie gave his hip a pat.

"Go have fun."

Steve kissed his cheek and then went down to the dance floor with Jeff. He loved to move and he'd been itching to dance all night, but Eddie didn't seem like a dancer, at least not to this kind of music. And he wasn't about to just go out and dance with someone random in the club. Jeff was the perfect partner, knowing when to be close and when to give him space.

He felt a finger tap his shoulder and when he turned, Grant was there. Following the beat of the music, Steve gave him his attention. He was able to catch Eddie's eyes just once and saw the hunger in his eyes. When Gareth came to dance, he was a little more hesitant to touch Steve until Steve himself pulled Gareth's hands to him.

The way they all touched him was polite but there was an underlying desire. They were showing appreciation, but they weren't going to challenge the pseudo-claim Eddie had on him. He caught Eddie's gaze again and it was darker this time. He began to walk off the dance floor, ignoring a few calls from voices he didn't recognize.

Steve returned to Eddie and straddled his lap. "Sure I can't tempt you to dance?"

"There's not a thing you can't tempt me into, sweetheart. But you'll have to give me something dance-able. Liked seein' you have fun though. My boys take care of you?"

"Mhm, they were very gentlemanly." Steve's hand dipped under Eddie's suit jacket, needing skin to skin contact.

"Music to my ears", Eddie said against Steve's lips before meeting them. He growled against his mouth as he was able to detect the scents of his friends on him. Steve was pack. Steve was his.

Eddie practically dragged him out of the club and back into the car. The door was barely closed before Steve was in his lap again. He was writhing, probably very close to ruining the nice suit pants.

"Come with me", Eddie breathed.

"Yes, Daddy", Steve moaned into his ear.

"No I mean, on tour. Come with me on tour baby."

Steve paused in his humping to look in Eddie's eyes. "You want me along for the ride?"

Eddie nodded, eyes wide and big as if there was ever a chance that Steve would say no. But he also couldn't just say yes.

"For how long?"

Eddie licked his lips. "Two months."

"My job..."

"I'll take care of anything you need", Eddie said quickly.

"My apartment-"

"I'll handle it, baby. Just please say you'll come."

Steve's head tilted to the side. Robin's words echoed in his head. Wasn't this the scenario he'd been running from? An alpha having control over his life? If for even a moment, Eddie changed his mind about him, he'd be out a job and a home. Steve looked back down at him and that was his undoing.

"I'll need a new suitcase, and wardrobe, and-"

"Done, done, and whatever else you can think of, it's done." Eddie kissed him in elation, much sweeter than anything else they'd done all night.

-------------------------

Steve at least tried to sell the whole 'can I bounce for two months and come back later' at his job but obviously that didn't fly. It was fine. It wasn't really the work or even the miniscule paycheck he was attached to. It was simply the comfort of doing the same thing in the same place every day. He could fill out applications on the road and get the same job anywhere.

True to his word, Eddie took him out shopping just a couple of days later.

"I meant to tell you", Eddie said as they walked through the mall. He was dressed very casually in jeans and a t-shirt under a vest with the band's logo on the back. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he kept his shades on inside. "That lunch meeting with sushi? Went pretty good. Your advice worked."

"You sound surprised", Steve teased. He was wearing a green sweater and light jeans.

"Not surprised, beautiful. Just in awe." Eddie put an arm around him as he led him into the first store.

Just like at the tailor's Eddie let Steve loose, letting him pick and choose what he wanted. After the third store, Steve was looking at him hesitantly.

"You're really going to spoil me. Going to turn me into a brat and anything."

"What? You? My sweet angel babydoll? Never", Eddie smirked. "You're acting like no one's ever lavished you like this."

Steve shrugged. "Well, not like this but-", then he thought better of it. "Never mind."

"I don't think so, baby. I think I deserve at least one story of past-Steve. You got to google search my life story."

"How do you know I didn't ask Jeeves?"

Eddie put a hand to his heart, then took his hat off like a sign of respect. "RIP to a real one. But you're not gonna distract me, Stevie. I feel like you've been keeping something from me. Not something big, just something you don't think I should know."

Breaking his gaze from Eddie's, Steve spied a restaurant inside the mall. "Let's eat."

Eddie had them get a booth in the back, figuring Steve would want some modicum of privacy for this. He wasn't expecting a bombshell, but he figured it must mean something to Steve.

"So, when you met me, you probably thought I was this... downtrodden, poor omega with nowhere to go." That rainy night seemed so long ago.

"That's not what I thought at all", Eddie said with a shake of his head. "Honestly thought you were waiting for someone. Made no sense to me that you were all alone."

Steve smiled. "Well, I wasn't always alone. Not physically, at least. My parents are Layton and Francesca Harrington. They've got a hand in a lot of things but most of our money comes from apple orchards of all things."

"So you're the heir to a vast apple fortune", Eddie surmised.

"Was the heir to a vast fortune."

"Is there a story behind that?", Eddie asked, watching Steve pick at his food.

"Not an original one", Steve said with a chuckle. "They paraded the alpha sons of their associates. I was also paraded. I was offered a life where all I had to do was look nice and speak little and eventually bring up the next generation of whatever old money family my parents chose for me... It was suffocating."

Eddie's leg stuck out from under the table and rubbed against his. "You got your own place. And your own job. You got out. Why would you keep this from me though? Doesn't sound particularly scandalous."

"I don't know", Steve shook his head. "Maybe I didn't want you to think I was a gold digger, or maybe I didn't want you to think I had super high expectations, or-it just felt like I shouldn't tell you. I'm tired of carrying my parents around."

"They're really that loaded?"

"Didn't you hear me say 'old money'?"

"Is there some scorned ex-fiance I should be worried about?"

"Hmmmnope."

"You sure about that, sweetness?"

"I'm sure. None of them are looking for me. And none of them hold a candle to you."

Eddie could understand wanting to leave the past in the past. After eating, they continued their shopping spree. Eddie paused at a costume shop that showed a few of the outfits on mannequins in the window. Steve followed his line of sight and grinned.

"Gimme your card."

"Sure, what for?", Eddie asked as he handed it over to Steve.

"For a surprise. Go get a pretzel. I'll text you when I'm ready." He kissed Eddie's cheek and then went into the costume shop.

Whipped like cream, Eddie did in fact go get a pretzel, fantasizing about all the little outfits Steve could be buying right now. When they met up, he wasn't allowed to peek. So while he knew there must be a costume of some kind in Steve's wardrobe now, he was oblivious to the lingerie he'd bought as well.

Part 7

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[gamergirl-niffler]

Alright, listen up! I'm throwing it out there — hit me with some fluffy Christmas prep scenarios featuring Bakugo, Kirishima, Shinso and Eri (together), Midoriya, Present Mic, and Aizawa. Politely asking, of course 🎄

YAY! Time for some Christmas Spirit!

Hope you will enjoy it!

Christmas preparation with MHA men

Bakugo

- He isn't much of a "Christmas enjoyer"

- He has better things to take care of! Like his hero work, training, getting better. 

- But seeing how much you like christmas... He is willing to go with it all for your sake.

- Katsuki makes sure to get you THE BEST christmas tree there is. He is going to fight for it if he has to!

- Bakugo helps you with decorating the flat and he complains about it a lot.

- He complains about the amount of stuff you put around the flat and about all the stuff you hang all around BUT he still helps you by lifting you up when some place you try to decorate is too high for you.

- What Katsuki actually loves is helping you with cooking, altho his help is scolding you during this. We all know he is a perfectionist when it comes to cooking, so you are ready for some hard times. It's worth it in the end. 

- If you ask really nicely, he reluctantly puts on a christmas sweater. Just don't tease him about it, if you cross the line the sweater will be ripped into shreds.

- Same goes for Christmas music. One year he blew up the radio because it was playing too much of it! 

- Katsuki tells you that he doesn't want any gift from you, leaving you puzzled about what to get him since he never shows the need to have something. He himself already has few gifts for you. All of them were bought even months ago.

- Christmas with Bakugo are indeed difficult sometimes but in the end he is trying to make it nice for you because he knows it makes you happy. 

Your happiness is his happiness.

Kirishima

- He. Loves. Winter!

- The moment the first snow falls Eijiro is glued to the window watching the pretty snowflakes fall upon the city.

- As soon as you are back home, you're pulled out outside to enjoy the fresh snow with your excited boyfriend.

- Winter means Christmas and it means lots of fun! 

- Buying the tree, ornaments and decorations is just so magical for him, all because the shiny, glittery atmosphere it creates.

- The two of you decorate the whole apartament, from floor to ceiling. Of course to make stuff easier for you, he is letting you sit on his shoulder to help you reach high places.

- Cooking is fun but baking is even more fun! Both of you make delicious food and cute gingerbread cookies to enjoy.

- Matching Christmas sweater is a MUST.  Maybe they aren't too pretty but they scream Christmas and that's the most important.

- For Kirishima, the best evening is just the two of you, snuggling up under the warm blanket with hot chocolate and some christmas movie on, bathed in this magical atmosphere and warmth.

- He showers you with many gifts! Even if you asked just for one thing. According to him it's what you deserved.

- Gift from you is treated like the biggest treasure. No matter what you gave him, he doesn't care. It's a gift from you and that's what counts.

Shinso and Eri

- They are an interesting mix. Shinso doesn't care that much but still enjoys Christmas while Eri is EXCITED about them. 

- You can't blame her, she has been celebrating Christmas for just a few years.

- Before she was rescued she never celebrated Christmas.

- Shinso is like a big brother to her, so he is doing his best to make it as great as only possible and you are there to help.

- Your shared apartment is decorated with lots of lights and many cute and pretty Christmas decorations which you also love.

- The tree you buy is big, and of course Eri helps decorate it. Whole fun is finished by Eri being lifted up by Shinso so she can put a star on top of it.

- Baking gingerbread cookies, decorating them is fun. You create a cookie that looks just like Shinso while he decorates his own cookie to look like a cat.

- Later, you help Eri with building the gingerbread house.

- After that it's time to go outside and it's a blast!  Shinso actually looks happy while building the snowman with Eri or while throwing you into a pile of snow.

- As fun as it is, you two have no chance against Eri in a snowball fight. 

- According to Shinso, your snow angel is the prettiest but not prettier than you.

- Back at home it's all about hot chocolate and Christmas songs. You and Eri can sing your hearts out but Shinso won't join it but he will agree to dance with Eri.

- It turns out your boyfriend is a decent dancer and you are recording this as a souvenir.

- When Eri is asleep after all the excitement and fun the two of you spend some alone time just talking and enjoying each others presence.

- Getting gifts for Eri is easy, she clearly voices what she would love to receive, Shinso on the hand is a little tricky.

- He may not seem like it but he is very perceptive and already has gifts prepared for his favorite girls.

Midoriya

- He is excited but he isn't over the top.

- The two of you celebrate in a calm way. Just getting your shared apartment all nice, cozy and full of christmas spirit.

- Izuku loves to visit family during this time, and you visit his mom together, and then visit your family, no matter how big it is.

- Back at home, the two of you bake Christmas cookies and even build a gingerbread house together. It's too pretty to eat.

- Your Christmas tree is full of All Mighta ornaments because of course it is. Izuku collected a lot of them over the years and he bought new ones this year as well.

- Your favorite is the little All Might in Santa's hat.

- Not to mention he owns a few All Might Christmas sweaters. Some are already too small for him so you get the privilege to wear them so you both match! 

- Radio is playing the whole time, blasting the Christmas music. You both even sing together if you know the lyrics.

- Buying him a gift isn't easy since you want to give him something special. He on the other hand already planned what to get you.

- Christmas with Izuku is simply wholesome, full of fun and love.

Hizashi Yamada

- This man loves to celebrate, so Christmas is a great time of the year. (Not to mention that pretty soon after Christmas there is New Year!)

- Christmas music is playing in your flat from the very first day of december and there is lots of singing.

- Your flat is decorated in a pretty flashy way; a lot of glitter and colorful, flashy lights.

- Hizashi loves to randomly grab you and pull you into a dance right in the middle of your living room to whatever song is now playing.

- Celebrating together is fun but what's even more fun? Celebrating with friends.

- You two invite Shota and Nemuri to have a drink and a good chat about something different than just kids, school and work. 

- Of course he is not only all about partying and being loud all the time. Hizashi loves taking you for a walk so the two can take a look around the city and enjoy all the lights and decorations. 

- Not to mention he loves to snuggle up with you on couch or in bed, share earphones and just spend time together.

- Each year you aren't sure what to get for him as a gift but in the end you end up getting something he loves.

- When it comes to him, he is a master at this! No idea how he is doing this.

- You don't mind any of the stuff he does, this makes your Christmas even more special. You couldn't be more perfect than they already are.

Shota Aizawa

- Shota wouldn't celebrate Christmas if it wasn't for you.

- Sure, it's a nice festive time but he prefers to use this free time to get some much deserved rest. It was like this until you showed up in his life.

- When others have big christmas trees that are fully decorated in rich lights and ornaments, he prefers a simple, small fake tree. 

- It's still not safe from the two cats you own but it's not as messy and won't hurt any kitty if they decide to hunt it down. 

- Not to mention the real tree is expensive, takes up the space and in the end it will leave a mess. It's not worth it, according to him.

-  He isn't up to decorating the whole flat but seeing how much you love it, he agrees to put up some more decorations.

- Shota wants to rest and hates cold weather but he agrees to go on a walk with you or help you with Christmas shopping.

- He reluctantly helps you with cooking, even if he prefers to just take a nap.

- There is one thing he actually loves to do, and it's dressing up your two cats. Shota loves seeing them in cute Christmas outfits. His phone is full of pictures of them just looking cute.

- His recipe for Christmas is easy. Tasty supper, exchanging gifts and snuggling on the couch while watching or listening to something. Shota really doesn't need much, all he wants for Christmas is you. 

- You can enjoy your movie/song while he naps holding you close.

- Surprisingly he has no problem with getting you a perfect gift, Shota is really perceptive so it's easy for him to pick something you need or will enjoy.

- When it comes to you getting him a gift it's even easier; a new sleeping bag or cozy blanket. That's all this man needs besides your love.

[beautifulfuckup99]

A yoongi smut pleeeaaseeee

FWB to lovers

I got you, booboo!!

Title: Those damn eyes...

Warning(s): FuckBoi!Yoongi (But it's bearable lol), Bratty!Y/N, D!rty talk, Unprotected S!x (BE SAFE, GUYS!), Oral (b!owjob), Fac!al, Dom!Yoongi, and there will be curs!ng but also FLUFF! Lol

Author's Note: This is a "Non-Idol!AU" and also a "College!AU". Hope you enjoy!

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Those eyes.

Those damn eyes.

They had been staring at you all night already. Staring through your soul, and you could even feel them undressing you every time you turned your body to the beat of the music.

Those damn eyes...

The same eyes that stared up at you whenever he was between your legs.

Those damn eyes!

The same eyes that looked deep into yours whenever he bottomed out inside of you.

Those. Damn. Eyes.

You hated them. Hated how they never showed what he was really thinking. Hated how they stayed nuetrual to any situation. Hated how they made your heart flutter when they'd soften while staring into yours.

Ok, wait. Let's start from the beginning. So, sleeping with someone is normal. Sleeping with someone in college is just plain expected. But sleeping with your roommate? That's messy.

You defended the action by saying that first night, you didn't know the college would place you with a male, even though you did say on your application that you were fine with any and all gendered roommate candidates. But come on! What was the chance that your roommate would be the hot, laid back, mysterious guy at the bar you spotted your first night on campus?!

AND what was the chance that after doing it in the bar bathroom, you'd head back to your dorm apartment and see said 'hot, laid back, mysterious guy' in the kitchen, shirtless and drinking some water?

Now, you couldn't defend every other time after the first time. It just... Happened. And each time it did? It felt better than the last. It turned from something fun, to something you did whenever you felt stressed with school or work. Your best friend, Hobi had warned you.

'Doing the deed when bored is one thing.' He had said. 'But doing it to ease stress or anxiety? You're just looking to catch feelings, Y/N.' He tsked and you rolled your eyes at the warning. You could handle this. You could handle someone like Yoongi.

He was a big flirt around campus, but you knew the real him. The him that wrote music for the hell of it, the him that wanted to be a producer, the him that could literally sleep anywhere if you left him alone long enough. You two grew a friendship. A real friendship. And you could juggle a friendship AND a sexual relationship.

Well... At least you thought you could...

**FLASHBACK**

"Ah! Y/N! Fuck yeah..." Yoongi shivers as you kiss along his chest, slowing your hips down to a steady ride as you squeeze the rest of his cum out of him. He licks his lips together, humming happily as you come down from your high.

"Fuck..." You pant as you sit still on his cock now. "H-How many was that?" You giggle tiredly as you rest your forehead on his bare chest, his fingertips coming up to trace your back slowly. It always sent the same tickle down your spine, but also calmed you.

"Uh... Three?" Yoongi guesses, voice smooth and warm. It always gave you the same feeling as pouring hot coffee in a mug on a cold morning.

"New record..." You mutter as you slowly pull up from his now semi-soft length, causing a soft groan to leave his lips. You chuckle and grab his face, kissing him tenderly.

"You're cute when you're spent." You tease casually and move to snuggle into his side, thinking nothing of it. These past few weeks, you could feel a shift in what this was. This wasn't just sex anymore, and this wasn't just you two being friends either. No. There were these long glances, these lazy and comfortable pillow talks, these nights of just staying up and staring at each other.

"Wanna put on a movie?" You ask and feel Yoongi shift from your side, sitting up.

"Um... I'm actually gonna take a shower." He says and you pause before slowly nodding.

"Uh... Sure. Want me to pick one? For when you get out?" You ask innocently as you rest your chin against his shoulder blade.

"Y/N, I..." He sighs before turning to you. "We're friends, right?" He asks and you pause before playfully eyeing his naked body and then yours. "You know what I mean." Yoongi rolls his eyes at your silent joke.

"Um... Yeah, I guess we are friends." You agree slowly.

"Great. We should stay that way." He states as he stands up.

"W-What are you trying to say, Min?" You ask slowly and he sighs deeply.

"I... I'm saying... We're not... Like attached to each other. We don't always have to be next to each other after hooking up, ya know? I mean, we're just helping each other out, right? Let's not confuse this." He says and you feel your chest tighten a bit as you try and stay looking more confused than hurt.

"I... I don't... Understand-" Yoongi cuts you off with a heavy sigh.

"Look. Our friendship means a lot to me. And I don't feel like complicating it. I'm your friend. You want a boyfriend? Go find yourself one. That's not me." He says simply and you blink a bit as a lump forms in your throat. You end up swallowing it down.

"Yeah. Yeah, no, I... I get it." You play cool as you nod.

"Great. Good." Yoongi mutters before slowly leaving your bedroom.

Now left with your thoughts, you felt stupid. In a rush, you call Hobi as to not be left to your own devices...

"Hello?" Hobi answers and you sniffle.

"Hobi..." You mutter quietly, a wide range of emotions in that one whine. Anger towards Yoongi, shame towards yourself, sadness towards the situation. But overall, you were just confused. Hurt and confused...

**FLASHBACK OVER**

That happened about a week ago, and now you stood here, at this frat house party, in the shortest tight black dress that you could find. And Yoongi was burning holes in your skin as he stood against a wall, watching you on the dance floor.

Hobi had helped with your look. 'Think Maddie from Euphoria!' He had said, excited to actually help with the look, and it made you bashful, but it was cute.

And it was clear that it had Yoongi's full attention. After confirming you two were still just friends, you watched him flirt with other girls on campus and it pissed you off more than anything.

This was revenge...

As you sway your hips to the beat of the new song playing, a random guy walks over to you, a hand grasping your hip. "Mind if I join?" He whispers in your ear. You hum at the thick smell of beer on his breath, but let it go, turning towards him as you nod.

You grind a bit into him as you two dance and another guy walks over to dance behind you. You giggle as you focus on enjoying yourself. This was an end of the school year frat party. You earned yourself a chance to shut off your brain. And when you notice Yoongi's jaw clench as he watches you dance, your smile only grows wider.

As the men's hands roam your body, you smirk knowingly. His breaking point was close. You could see it in those damn eyes...

The one guy grips your ass a bit and groans. "I can't feel a panty line..." He notes softly in your ear, and you smirk, leaning back against his chest all while you stare at Yoongi.

"Because. I'm not. Wearing. Underwear." You say slowly, wanting Yoongi to read your lips from where he stood. The two guys happily groan at that and press against you on either side of you just as Yoongi gets up from against the wall and storms over.

"Back up!" He orders as he grabs your arm to yank you towards him.

"And who the hell are you?!" One of the guys complain as they both size up Yoongi.

"My friend." You pipe up with a smirk as Yoongi glares at you.

"Fuck off. She's mine." Yoongi orders the guys, and you smirk at them.

"Ignore him." You try and Yoongi pulls you closer to him at that comment.

"Don't make me cover your mouth." He states in your ear, and you feel the same thrill as you usually do when you piss him off for your pleasure.

"I'm so lost. Are you taken, or what?" The other guy finally asks and Yoongi huffs.

"Yes." He says at the same time that you say 'No'. He glares at you and grips your wrist more firmly. "Come with me." He orders you and pulls you off upstairs all while you complain playfully about wanting to keep dancing.

"Oh, you're gonna dance alright..." Yoongi grumbles before pushing you up against the wall of a secluded hallway. You turn your face, so your cheek is pressed against the cool wall as he presses up against you.

"Roll your hips into mine." He orders as he rubs your ass through your tight dress.

"W-What?" You whisper as you shut your eyes, just enjoying his hands on your ass until he smacks it hard enough to sting. You hiss at the painful pleasure...

"I said..." He pauses to grind his bulge right into you from behind causing you to blush hard and breathe heavier. "Grind." He repeats and you do, unable to stop yourself.

He lifts your dress and growls as he sees you actually had on a black lacy thong. "Made you look..." You tease breathlessly, and that grants you another smack to your already pink ass cheek.

"You like pissing me off, don't you?" He mutters as he pulls you back against his bulge and you feel yourself begin to wet your underwear.

"It's pretty funny, yes..." You pant as you try and use his bulge against your clit.

"Well, your tight little pussy's gonna feel me for days when I'm done with you now." He whispers in your ear, and it makes you shiver. He takes off his belt and the leather is quickly placed between your lips like a makeshift gag.

"I don't want anyone even hearing you..." He huffs and you hum happily, lipstick smearing and drool beginning to gather at your mouth being opened because of the tough leather.

You use your tongue to push at the belt between your lips and get it out of your mouth long enough to talk. "What? You didn't like my dancing?" You mumble before Yoongi places the belt back in your mouth, laughing humorlessly.

"Oh, Y/N, the things I wanted to do to you on that dance floor..." He trails off and you shiver excitedly.

He yanks your underwear down to your ankles and spreads your legs impatiently. He rubs your ass now that your back is arched so it's sticking out, and his hand dips down between your thighs to grasp your pussy firmly, making you moan and grind back on to it only to be met with a swat to your clit.

You gasp sharply and feel your clit throb with a stronger need to be rubbed after being swatted at. It makes you try and close your legs and he moves between them. "Don't act like that won't get you off..." He taunts as he does it again and you moan loudly, the belt muffling it.

Your clit throbbed with an intense need, and you could feel your wetness drip down your inner thighs now. "That's what I thought..." He teases as if your body was assuring him that this was in fact enjoyable. It makes you blush in embarrassment.

"Do you think they'd know? How to make you melt? Hmm?" He whispers in your ear as his one hand wraps around your neck and the other grabs his cock to nuzzle between your folds. It makes you melt, and he moans happily.

"Look at you..." He whispers in your ear. "You're soaking it so good..." He taunts. "They wish they could have this..." He chuckles and you can't even pretend to be annoyed by his cockiness. He knew your body by now, and he knew you'd never react the same way if those guys had brought you up here...

He slowly slides his tip into you and your legs buckle slightly as you moan eagerly. "Mm... Y/N..." He breathes out before grabbing your hips and shoving you down the rest of his cock. You scream in pleasure and the belt and music really works on covering the sound.

"You won't cum, until I say." He growls in your ear before he begins fucking you against the wall, holding your hips and digging his fingertips into the tops of your thighs. He was planning on bruising you. You could tell. And it felt amazing.

He kisses and bites along your neck as he rails you from behind and you feel your core tighten, but you're met with a smack to your thigh.

"Don't think I don't feel that. You don't get to cum yet." He whispers. "Don't you wanna be my good girl? Hm?" He taunts and you moan, drool rolling down your chin from the belt and constant moaning.

He grabs your chin and rests his forehead against yours. "I want. Your eyes. On me." He whispers and your eyes flutter, but you look at those damn eyes as he takes you against the wall, muttering a string of words against your lips.

'You're mine.'

'You'll be the death of me, Y/N...'

'I need you.'

The words flowed openly as he plowed you relentlessly. Your eyes roll back, and he chuckles breathlessly. "Mm... You're going crazy, aren't you?" He taunts and you nod fast, needing a release.

"Say sorry for that little show." He whispers in your ear as one hand firmly presses against your clit and the other one pulls the belt from your mouth.

"Please! Please! Fuck, yes, Y-Yoongi... I-I'm so-sorry..." You pant out, voice raspy from being caught in your throat. He kisses you roughly as he rubs your clit.

"Cum." He orders roughly against your mouth and your jaw goes slack at the pleasure. He leans in and sucks on your tongue while you gush on his cock. He groans loudly, pleased with himself.

"Get on your fucking knees. Show me how sorry you are." He orders as he pulls out of you. You instantly get on your knees in front of him, grabbing his cock to stroke.

"There you go, good girl..." He sighs in pleasure as he rolls his head back while you work the tip the way you knew he liked.

"Suck my cock, baby..." He groans, pre-cum forming at the tip. You smirk and hover your mouth over his tip, barely touching it with your tongue before looking up at him.

"Why don't you get Ashley to do it?" You state and he pauses and looks at you.

"Wh-What-" You cut him off.

"Or maybe you want Samantha, or Jocylyn, or Brenda..." You list as you give him a look.

"Y/N..." He groans as if annoyed. You raise an eyebrow and squeeze his tip as a warning. He gasps sharply. "Fuck! Ok! Ok!" He rushes out and you loosen your grip.

"Y/N... I only want you." He says honestly as he looks at you with those damn eyes...

"Yeah?" You tease a bit as you stroke his cock lazily in your hand, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at his words.

"Fuck, yeah..." He sighs. "Please. Make me cum. I wanna paint that pretty face white..." He smirks and you blush hard before slowly giving in, licking along his hard shaft. You swirl your tongue along his tip and catch the pre-cum on your tongue. You moan and suck on the tip like a lollipop.

"That's it. Fuck, yes, Y/N..." Yoongi moans, eyes closing as he grabs your hair, tugging your head forward for you to take more, which you do after opening your mouth wide enough.

You suck him off, eager to prove the same point he had proven to you. No one could make him feel the way you could.

"Ah... Yes... Y/N, d-don't... Don't stop!" He moans as he watches you in awe as you bob your head up and down. He soon pulls you away from his cock and starts jerking it.

"Look up at me, pretty girl..." He pants and you do just that, batting your eyelashes innocently to tease him.

"Oh fuck!" He moans as his load lands on your face, warm splashes of cum landing on you as you smirk up at him.

"Does that help your male pride?" You joke and he laughs breathlessly.

"Mm... Maybe." He teases and grabs his belt that's covered in your drool and smudges of your red lipstick. He smirks wider. "Now, this helps..." He says, pleased with himself as you playfully roll your eyes.

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"So... You wanted to act like our relationship was just sex... Because you were scared that if we got serious and something happened... You'd lose me as a friend and a roommate." You say slowly to make sure you understood Yoongi's reasoning for acting cold towards you that night.

"Yeah. Saying it out loud now-" You cut Yoongi off by taking your ice cream cone and lightly shoving it on to his face as you glare at him.

"Yeah. Yup, I... I deserved that..." He mutters and you sigh and hand him a napkin. You two had cleaned up in the bathroom at the frat house and then left to the campus food hall for something sweet and ended up buying ice creams at the corner student store.

You were now walking back to your shared apartment and having the much needed 'what are we' talk.

"You hurt me, you know." You admit and he sighs, looking down.

"I'm an idiot, Y/N. I just... I thought... 'Hey, our friendship can bounce back from a FWB relationship, but from a regular relationship'? I just... I didn't want things getting too messy." He sighs and looks down.

You watch him for a bit as you two walked side by side. You hum after a bit and nudge him lightly.

"I agree." You nod and he pauses.

"That things would've gotten messy?" He asks nervously.

"No. That you're an idiot." You chuckle and he smiles sheepishly, shoulders slouching. "I... I kinda like you." You admit gently.

"Oh yeah?" He asks and hums softly as he eyes the sky. He lightly nudges you back. "I kinda like you too..." He says simply and you blush a bit.

"So, what do we do about that?" You ask as you stop in front of him, looking up at him expectingly. He hums softly and cups your cheek in one hand. He leans down and kisses you tenderly as you squeal on the inside, but act cool on the outside, kissing back happily.

You slowly pull away and look into his eyes as he smiles proudly. "Those damn eyes..." You whisper with a chuckle. Yoongi raises an eyebrow playfully before offering his arm to you.

"Shall we?" He asks and you nod as you take his arm.

"Lead the way. Roomie." You tease and he chuckles before walking back home with you.

[skz317cb97]

Shower Time

Seungmin x Female reader

Word count: 2.5k 🤪 ThEy'Re DrAbBlEs

Synopsis: After your messy time with Felix in the kitchen you need to get cleaned up and Seungmin offers to help.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I know said don't expect these quickly but shit at this rate I'll be done with this series by tomorrow lmao! I'm having so mush fun and I hope you are all too! If you like this part please reblog, comment, like, shoot me an ask! As always warnings and smut below the cut! 6/8

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, slight voyerism (kinda), MC is worried about slut shaming (I don't know if that needs a warning but it's there), unprotected piv sex (please use condoms) cream pie, marking, guided masterbation, body worshiping (kinda), pet names (goddess, jagi, pretty etc), cum eating, I think that's everything this one is softer. If I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

Felix was leaned against the kitchen counter as you laid back on the cool tile covered in icing still. Smoke started to come from the stove and Felix cussed. 

“Oh fuck the cookies!” He opened the stove door and more smoke billowed out. He pulled out the tray and the cookies were charred and black. Felix’s face turned into a little pout and he got those big sparkly anime eyes again. 

“They’re ruined.” You stood up and walked over to Felix wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“Aww Lixie it’s okay.” You grabbed a wet washcloth, turned him to face you and started to wipe the icing and your cum from his face. 

“Why don’t you run down to the corner store and grab some more stuff to make dough and I’ll take a shower. When you get back we’ll make another batch and make sure to not burn them. Okay angel? Now turn that frown upside down.” Felix smiled sweetly as you wiped the rest of his face and he nodded. 

“O-okay.” 

“Good boy.” Felix grabbed his sweats and shirt then slid his sandals on and you pecked his lips before he headed out the door towards the store. You leaned against the wall for a moment and caught your breath. These men were going to be the death of you. You looked down at the mess all over you, shook your head and smiled then headed towards the bathroom to take a shower.

Since you were alone in the apartment and you were a sticky mess you didn’t bother putting your clothes back on. You walked bare assed through the apartment and as you made your way to the hall you ran into Seungmin coming from his room also very naked. You both froze and then Seungmin smirked looking you up and down taking in your appearance which you sure was an absolute fucked out mess. 

“Honestly thought you and Felix both left.” Your brain finally caught up and your jaw dropped. 

“YOU’VE BEEN HERE THE ENTIRE TIME?!” You tried to cover yourself a little, feeling very exposed. 

“No sense in hiding y/n I heard everything you and Felix said and I saw you run through the hall naked when you went to Minho’s room.” Your arms fell back to your sides since there was really no hiding anyway. Seungmin walked towards the bathroom, he looked in and wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“We can save water showering together like you and Chan did if you’d like.” You almost asked how the hell he knew about Chan too and then you remembered he just said he’d heard everything you and Felix had said, including what happened with Chan. Seungmin walked towards you with his hand outstretched.  

“Come on don’t be shy jagiya...” You had honestly never heard Seungmin speak so sweetly. 

“You wash my back and I’ll wash yours...” He said with his eyebrow raised. You took his hand unsure of just what the fuck you thought you were doing and he led you towards the bathroom. 

“Wh-what about Lixie? He’ll be back soon.” You asked as he closed the bathroom door behind you and locked it. 

“He can listen if he wants.” Seungmin smirked, turned on the shower, and walked back over to you while it started to warm up. 

“Can I touch you?” You hesitated and chewed at your lip. You definitely should not be doing this. You’ve been with Minho, Changbin, Jisung, Chan and you just fucked Felix. You should not even be considering what you were at that moment. 

“It’s okay. If you don’t want me to I won’t. You can take a shower and I’ll just take one later.” Seungmin went for the door to leave and both your hands came up gently pressing against his chest stopping him. He looked at you and smiled knowingly. You nervously cleared your throat. 

“I... y-you won’t think... you don’t think I’m a.... slut?” Your words came out so small he almost didn’t hear them. When he realized what you asked his face softened and he ran the back of his hand down your cheek. 

“God no, what?! Of course not jagiya!” You shook your head, he didn’t know the whole picture though. 

“Seungmin you don’t know everything, Chan and Felix aren’t the only one’s I’ve been with.” You admitted. He shook his head understanding. 

“What you mean Minho? I know you and him didn’t really hide it.” You shook your head again. 

“Not just Minho.” He still looked at you blankly. 

“Okay... so. So you’ve fucked a few of the guys. You could fuck all of them at the same time for all I care. Look, we all love each other yea? So what’s so wrong with making each other feel good hmm?” You shrugged your shoulders as you rested your arms on Seungmin’s. He placed his hands on your waist. 

“Liking sex doesn’t make you a slut okay? Even if it’s with more than one partner. Am I a slut for wanting to fuck you right after Felix?” You shook your head. 

“No.” You said in your small voice. Seungmin wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, unbothered by the sticky mess on your skin. One of his hands came up and cupped your face and he kissed you softly.  

“Do you know how pretty you are? You’re a fucking goddess.” He gently kissed down your neck. You’d never experienced tender Seungmin, you rather liked him.  

“Do you want to get in the shower with me? I’d love to wash you...” His nose grazed yours and he pecked your lips. 

“Touch you...” He nuzzled your cheek and kissed it. 

“Taste you...” Seungmin kissed you but not a peck like before. No this time Seungmin captured your lips between his, his tongue gently asked for entry and you parted your lips allowing him to tease your tongue with his own. You were already flushed and breathless. His lips trailed down your jaw and neck tasting the left-over icing on your skin. 

“Se-Seungmin...” He stopped and looked at you to make sure everything he was doing was okay. You gave him a soft smile and turned backing up towards the shower that was now running hot. You grabbed Seungmin’s hands and pulled him towards the shower with you. 

“Minnie?” He smiled humming as his eyes raked over your naked form. 

“Will you wash me...” Your hands trailed down the front of your sticky body and you started teasing your clit. 

“... here?” Seungmin licked his lips nodding. 

“You want me to?” He raised his eyebrow looking for a firm confirmation that you wanted this and you shook your head yes. 

“Of course I’ll wash your pretty pussy jagi.” You both stepped into the shower and the warm water running down your body felt amazing immediately. Seungmin turned you so your back was to him.  

“You wait right there gorgeous.” He grabbed a loofa and squeezed a little of his own bodywash on it then worked it up into a lather. He pushed your hair over your shoulder and started rubbing the loofa across your shoulders and back. You hummed and softly moaned. The other guys had all been a little rough with you, not that you didn’t like it, you were just surprised with how gentle Seungmin was being with you in comparison. As if you were glass and he feared breaking you. He scrubbed the loofa down your back. 

“Arms up jagiya.” You lifted your arms and then Seungmin wrapped his around you as he started soaping up the front of your body. You put your arms back down and leaned your head back on his shoulder relishing the touch of his hands and the loofa as he soaped your breasts and down your tummy. You parted your legs a little so that Seungmin could wash your pretty pussy, just like he said he would. His touch only lingered long enough to clean you. He kneeled down to wash your legs and you turned around to face him again. The suds ran down your legs and Seungmin stood back up.  

“God you’re so fucking beautiful. You really just have no idea do you?” You shook your head. You didn’t think you were ugly by any means but the way Seungmin’s eyes sparkled as they drank you in, you’d never seen anyone look at you like that before. He tossed the loofa and wrapped his arms around you pulling you into the stream of the shower more, running his hands all over your body rinsing the foamy soap off.

You kissed his neck and you could feel his cock twitch between your bodies. You kissed just below the last one and felt him throb again. You pulled back both of you with your arms wrapped around the other. You wanted to ask Seungmin something but you were nervous. You didn’t want him to misunderstand. He could sense your apprehension; two fingers were placed under your chin tilting your head up to look him in the eyes again. 

“What’s rolling around in that pretty head of yours jagi?” You bit your lip. 

“Min... will... will you...” You shook your head. 

“Never mind it’s stupid forget I said anything.” Seungmin leaned in and kissed your pouty lips gently. 

“Whatever you want y/n, just ask and I’ll give it to you. What do you want beautiful?” You took a shuddering breath trying to calm your nerves. 

“Seungminnie... will you... will you make love to me?” His brown eyes were so soft looking into yours as a small smile grew on his face. He kissed you and it was more heated, more passionate than the others. He backed you up against the shower wall and lifted one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. He leaned in to whisper in your ear. 

“Can I have you raw jagi?” His hard cock pressed against your aching core an you nodded. 

“Yes.” It was breathy and quiet. 

“Can I cum inside you pretty?” He rubbed his dick against your cunt again and you moaned and nodded. 

“Yes.” Seungmin cupped your cheek with one hand and kissed you tenderly as he lined his leaking cock up with your wet hole and sank into you slowly. You both moaned into the other’s kiss. Seungmin held your thigh up around him with one hand and braced against the tile wall with the other as he thrusted deeper inside you. 

“Soft all over, feel so good.” He started kissing down your neck and shoulder as he took shallow thrusts pushing deep into you, his pubic muscle rubbing against your clit adding to the pleasure his cock was giving you. He rested his head on your shoulder panting as he started to grind into you a little faster. 

“Seungmin it feels so good, don’t stop, please.” He shook his head as it rested in the crook of your neck. 

“Won’t stop jagiya, wanna make you feel so good...” He pushed deeper and his dick brushed against your g spot. 

“Seungmin!” He groaned. 

“Yes beautiful, say my name, tell me sweetie... tell me who’s got you jagi?” You pushed your back into the tile wall and held onto Seungmin’s shoulders as he started moving faster, slightly pushing you against the tiles more each time. 

“Seungmin...” He kissed your chest and softly sucked a mark right above one of your breasts. 

“Louder baby...” You gasped when he hit your g spot again. 

“Seungmin!” He looked at you shaking his head. 

“Come on jagiya, who’s cum are you gonna take? Hmm? Scream it nice and loud so Felix can hear you beautiful.” He was pumping into you deep and you started to cum. 

“SEUNGMIN! SEUNGMIN! GOD PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!” Seungmin started fucking you fast chasing his orgasm and prolonging yours. Your heel dug in his ass making sure he was going to be buried in you balls deep when he came. 

“Fuck pretty don’t worry I’m not pulling out, gonna give it to you.” You were pressed against the tile still holding on to his shoulders for support. Seungmin was looking down watching his cock disappear inside you. You ran one of your hands down his face and tilted his chin up making him look at you. 

“S-Seungmin... please... cum inside me.” You begged for his cum breathless. He bit his lip and buried his face into the crook of your neck, holding you down on his cock as he twitched and filled your cunt with his big warm load. 

“MMmmmm a fucking goddess and I get to cum in this pretty cunt? Fuck! Take it beautiful take it all.” You squirmed as he kept his hold on you, buried so deep, shuddering as his hot seed spread inside you. When Seungmin pulled out you could feel his cum trail down your legs. You ran your hand down your tummy and ran your fingers through your folds, rubbing Seungmin’s cum over your clit. You were about to pull your hand away and taste him but he grabbed your wrist and stopped you. He knelt down in front of you eye level with your pussy. 

“Play with it Jagiya, make yourself cum for me beautiful want to watch you squeeze my cum out of your pretty little cunt.” You did as Seungmin said and kept rubbing your clit, sliding back and gathering more of his cum from your hole before rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves faster. 

“God you’re fucking perfect, faster sweetie rub it nice and hard.” You took his direction and rubbed your clit faster and harder. 

“Gonna cum Min gonna...” 

“Yes fucking cum for me beautiful!” Your back arched and your body buzzed as you came right in front of Seungmin’s face. He watched in awe as his cum was squeezed out of your clenching hole. You ran your fingers up and down your pussy messily, collecting the cum leaking from you and rubbing it all over your cunt before sticking four of your fingers in your mouth and sucking them clean. Seungmin grabbed the loofa again and stood up. He watched you suck his cum from each finger as he ran the loofa over your extremely sensitive cunt. You jerked and shuddered. 

“Sorry pretty, have to clean you up a little.” You smiled blushing and nodded in understanding as he finished wiping your swollen pussy clean. He tossed the loofa again and pulled you away from the wall back under the water that was surprisingly still hot. Seungmin wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head on his chest, his chin resting on top of your head as his hands ran up and down your back soothing you. 

“Minnie?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Well just... I just... I mean when... you know... when I said... make love...” You could feel Seungmin shake his head. 

“You meant you wanted tender... I can do tender.” You relaxed into his hold again and looked up at him smiling sweetly. You ran your hand down his cheek as you looked into his soft brown eyes. 

“Yes, I see that now.” You curled back into his embrace laying your head on his chest again. 

“Now can you be a tender to Yongbokie at tomorrow’s game night?”  

“Let’s not go that far sweety...” You pouted a little. 

“Pleeease?” You whined and Seungmin let out a heavy sigh. 

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“I’ll try... only for you though...” You leaned up pecked his lips and laid your head on his chest as you hugged him close and listened to his heart flutter for you. 

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pizza delivery

reader x team (you are jj’s sister)

based of an edit i saw on tiktok but also lonestar ml <3

>1k

"how about we spend our last night together having some fun darling?" johnny snarled, handing me the phone. "order pizza. you're paying. i want a large pepperoni and fries too. don't forget the garlic mayo," she said nonchalantly, taking a seat behind me. i nodded, fumbling with the phone and making sure he couldn't see the screen.

dialling JJ's number, the phone shook violently in my hand. i was risking a lot.  johnny had his gun in my back. i was only ordering pizza. "hey y/n what's up?" jj answered, voice chirpy. "hi," i tried to keep my voice strong. "i'd like to order a pizza for delivery." she laughed down the phone, "a pizza? i think you've dialed the wrong number!" she laughed. i heard emily's voice in the background. then i heard the phone engage to speaker. "i don't think so," i told my sister. emily spoke then. "she sounds scared." i was petrified. "do you still have the cheesy crust?" i mumbled. "the address? sure." i told them the address, praying the team understood - even if JJ didn't.

jj's pov i felt sick to the stomach. morgan looked to me in the back of the car and began speeding off in that direction. i wanted to throw up. my sister. my baby. "y/n are you in danger?" emily asked, her hand resting on my leg. "is someone there making you feel like you can't speak freely?" morgan added. "that's right," she said.

i gulped, shaking my head. i put my head on emily's shoulder. "morgan drive faster god damn it," emily cursed him. "we understand y/n," morgan said. garcia spoke then but i was shaking with fear. "help us on the way." emily leaned over to the phone. "tell me, how many people are in the apartment?" "would a medium pepperoni be big enough for two people?" she muttered back. her voice wavering. i couldn't listen anymore but i had to.

your pov the gun prodded my back and whimpered. "what are you doing?" johnny snarled. "i asked for a large." "there's one other person with you, is that what i'm hearing?" morgan asked. "yes! that's right!" my voice went up, a glimmer of hope. they were coming. "you're doing great," emily praised me and i wanted to cry. why wasn't JJ speaking? where was she? i needed her to come too. "is the person threatening you armed?" i heard rossi ask. they told me to ask for extra pepperoni and my heart was beating harder. this was taking too long - far too long. "is this person known to you?" emily asked. "mhmm," JJ knows johnny. JJ knows how bad he was with me, no one else does. "a family member? a spouse or an ex?" "the last one," i whimpered, feeling the gun press further into my back. "how long are you going to be?" "we're 8 minutes out," derek told me and my heart plummeted. that was too much time. "ask for peppers if there is somewhere safe you can get to..." emily said. "no! definitely no peppers."

jj's pov. tears were streaming steadily down my face at this point. when garcia told us his name, i whimpered and cowered in my seat. i knew i should have done something about him when i had the chance. "two priors of aggravated assault," garcia said. "she had a permanent restraining order against him." "so this is his third strike, he's not going peacefully," morgan threatened. all i could think about was my sweet little sister, sobbing in my arms at his abuse. why didn't i do something sooner?

your pov "what the hell is taking so long?" johnny groaned, cocking the gun. i gulped. "sorry, they're just really bus-" "then call somewhere else!" he shouted, making me cower. "i'm starving!" i took a deep breath, "listen, i might have to cancel this order. my boyfriends getting kind of mad so.." "listen y/n, we'll be there in less than two minutes with swat." morgan told me and i felt some sort of relief. emily begged me to stay on, asking me to try my hardest and i agreed. i was still waiting to hear my sisters voice. that's the only hope i needed. morgan began asking me questions but suddenly the cloth forced itself around my mouth. i couldn't breath. "nice try, bitch." johnny snarled, snatching the phone from my hand. then, sweet saviour, i heard her. "johnny, where's y/n?" "she's right here," he laughed before hitting me. i groaned and cried. "please," i sobbed. "say hi to your friends," he laughed. i needed JJ. where the fuck was JJ.

jj's pov. "listen johnny," emily said, keeping her cool. i froze hearing her groans in pain. i'd heard them far too many times to know she was hurting. if she made noise, she was in unbearable pain and i needed to hold her. "the cops are already on their way. how this ends is up to you." "this only ends one way!" he shouted down the phone and i flinched. my baby sister. emily began explaining to johnny the situation and i felt so sick. suddenly, we pulled up outside. emily carried on talking, pretending not to know so he'd know. "shut up!" he screamed and i flinched everytime. "please, shut up!" he repeated. "what's going on johnny? talk to me," morgan said, getting into place. prentiss told me the plan and i nodded, quickly wiping my tears. "she ruined it!" johnny snarled. that's what dad used to say. "she always ruins it." "nothing is ruined. we can fix this okay?" rossi said and as we took our positions by the apartment. as soon as the trampoline was up, i shook like a leaf, clinging to emily- watching the window like a hawk. "how? how can we fix this?" i heard him say inside. then emily speak on the headset. "my grandmother always used to say, when a door closes, open a window..." she said. i hid my head in her shoulder. "you have to take a leap... of faith." just then, i saw her flash of blonde hair and voices raise. emily scrambled to the air bag as she scurried off it- taking my sister into her arms. "it's okay y/n." she said. "you're safe now." she then stepped aside and i took my baby sister into my arms. she clung to me the way she did when we were children. "i knew you'd understand," she cried into my shoulder. i only held her tighter, feeling relief and love and anger. my god. what a pizza delivery.

[daydreamingyuta]

Congrats for your 200 followers!!! I would like to see prompt 17 with johnny, a friends to lovers kinda thing, like he realising that is in love with her and asking her on a date

Flustered | Johnny Suh

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: 17 "Please help me pick out an outfit."

A/N:  Hi!! Thank you! and thank you for requesting! This was so much fun to write, I hope you like it! <3

"No, it's this Saturday." You say, on the phone, with your bestfriend Johnny.

"Oh, but aren't we going to the bookstore that day?"

"Yeah! That won't take too long, my work dinner is at 7."

"Oh good, I thought you were trying to get out of seeing me." Johnny says with his usual sarcasm.

"Never."

"Hey, I just got to the studio, I'll see you Saturday."

"Bye!"

⸻

Saturday comes by quicker than you had expected it to. You had been working overtime every day this week so it wasn't a surprise that you had slept through the alarm you had set.

"Of course you're still sleeping."

You're startled awake from the sound of Johnny's voice right above you. "What are you doing here already?"

"It's noon. We were supposed to go to the bookstore an hour ago. But, like the gentleman I am, I let you sleep in but I'm getting bored now."

"You've been here for an hour watching me sleep?"

"You wish. Your roommates made some lunch, and I ate with them."

A twinge of jealousy runs through your body, which is absolutely unwarranted. Johnny was just a friend and a grown man; he could do whatever he liked.

You got out of bed, did your skin care, and then got dressed into your usual outfit, jeans and a t-shirt. When you went back into your room, Johnny had made your bed for you and had grabbed your tote bag.

Johnny was always doing things like this. Little acts of kindness. He didn't know that his actions gave you butterflies every time. If only you were brave enough to tell him.

You go to grab your tote bag away from him, but he moves so that you can't grab it. "I'll carry it y/n, go put your shoes on."

⸻

The bookstore was having a huge sale which is why you really wanted to go. You had told Johnny that you needed him to help you carry all the books you were going to buy, which was true, but you also just wanted to spend some time with him. Plus, you and Johnny used to read together all the time when you two were in school, and you always tried your very best to get him back into reading.

As you two browse the bookstore together, you have to restrain yourself from buying every book you see. You settle on a couple that you have been really looking forward to reading. Every time you pick up a book that you want to get, Johnny notices and grabs it from you so that you don't have to hold them.

"You really don't have to hold everything, you're still carrying my tote bag too."

"Isn't that why I'm here? You needed a big strong man like myself to help you carry the three hundred books you getting?"

"Keep talking and I'll actually get three hundred books for you to hold."

"I can handle the weight, but I don't think your wallet could." Johnny says as he walks away from you, making that fake shocked face he makes every time he disses you.

You finish walking around the bookstore, extra slowly now, to make Johnny pay for that comment. After a while though, you pay for all your books and head back to your apartment.

⸻

You two get back to your apartment and you immediately start going through all the books you bought, trying to decided which one you are going to read first. Since you slept in though, you were out for longer than expected so you had to start getting ready for your work dinner. You had almost forgotten that Johnny was still at your place when you heard the Netflix sound coming from your tv. Johnny was laying on your bed, deciding what movie to watch.

"Oh Johnny, remember I have that dinner tonight? I have to start getting ready now."

"Ok." He says, still looking through Netflix.

"Whatever." You say as you make your way over to the bathroom because you wanted to do your hair first. You decided on a straight hairstyle that was half up and half down. You still had no idea what you were going to wear, but this hairstyle would go with almost any outfit.

Once you were finished, you started on your makeup. You wanted to wear a bit more makeup than usual, as this was a fancy dinner. This took a little longer than normal, but you had always loved the process of doing your makeup because it was almost therapeutic.

Once you finally got done with your makeup, you walked back into your room. Johnny had settled on an action movie, and he was almost halfway through. You walk over to the remote that's laying by his side and press pause.

"Johnny since your here, please help me pick out an outfit."

"Ok, let me just finish this scene."

He presses play and you walk over to your closet to see your options. The main reason why your outfits usually consisted of jeans and a t-shirt was because picking out an outfit was always so hard for you. You were thankful that Johnny was here though, for the past couple of years now he definitely became more and more fashionable.

"Alright, what's the type of outfit you're thinking about wearing tonight?" Johnny says, right behind you. So close behind you that you freeze up. He reaches out his arms to start looking through what you have. This traps you in between your closet and his chest. You try to answer his question, but your mind goes blank.

At your silence he puts his arms down and steps a bit away from you. "Huh?"

You finally feel like you can breathe again. "um, yeah. I was just thinking. um, it's going to be a bit on the fancier side but not too fancy. I was thinking maybe a dress."

You watch his face as his eyebrows go up and a smile forms on his lips. "You haven't worn a dress since we were like 12."

"Not true, I wear dresses sometimes, you just haven't seen me in one since we were 12."

"Ah, then let's see your options."

You pull out the very limited amount of dresses you do own for Johnny to look through. He doesn't look for long though, his eyes immediately goes towards your blue sundress.

He holds it up and considers it for a minute before handing it to you. "This one, for sure."

"Are you sure? I was thinking maybe the purp-"

"No." He says a bit too hastily. "I mean do whatever you are feeling, but I think the blue will look really nice."

"Ok." You say as you head into the bathroom to try it on.

You put the dress on, and you had to admit that it looked really nice. You had bought it a while ago but never had the chance to wear it yet, so you were glad to finally have it on. You walk out of the bathroom and head straight to where you keep your shoes.

"Hey, wait, let me see." Johnny says as he stops you.

You turn around and do a little pose for him. "You like it?"

But instead of Johnny's usual smart remarks, he's silent. He just nods his head yes.

"Oh. Should I try on the purple dress?"

"No. Don't change." He says, softly.

You hesitantly head over to your shoes, unsure of why Johnny is acting so strangely. He's not the type to lie to you if he really didn't like the dress, but his reaction was so unlike him.

You pick a pair of short white heels to go with your dress. They're super cute while also being comfortable. You sit down and try to put your shoes on, but the left strap is giving you trouble. "Hey, Johnny can you help me-"

"I'm gonna go get some water."

Even more confused, you try again to put you shoe on and eventually get it yourself. You get up and grab your purse that's hanging on your chair. When you head into the kitchen, Johnny seems to have regained his composure, he can at least look you in the eyes again.

You're all ready to go, when all of a sudden, the lights shut off. You try to turn the light switch on and off and nothing happens. You walk down the hallway and see that all the lights in the apartment is shut off.

"We lost power?"

"How? It's sunny outside." Johnny says, looking out the window.

"Maybe it will come back on in a minute."

As you two wait, you feel a vibration going off from inside your purse. You get out your phone and see that a text from your boss was sent in your work group chat. "Hey, looks like the power is out all over the city. Apparently, there was a small fire at the city's electrical grid and the power will most likely be out for a couple of hours. The restaurant called and said we could reschedule, so the dinner will be postponed to next Saturday."

You told Johnny what happened and how your dinner got canceled. You start to head towards you room to change when Johnny grabs your arm gently. "Y/n, what are you doing?"

"I'll just change into my sweatpants, since I'm not going out anymore."

"Who says you're not going out?"

"Hm?"

"Well, it would be a shame if we let such a pretty little outfit go to waste."

You felt yourself blush. Johnny always teases you but the way he said this was different. "Where are we gonna go?"

"For a drive."

That's all Johnny says before he walked into your room and quickly came out with your tote bag. Again, he insisted on carrying it but it looked bulkier than normal, so you knew he put something in there. You decide not to question it though, still stuck on what he just said.

⸻

It had been a while since you and Johnny just went out for a drive, and you were enjoying every minute of it. He's playing a playlist that you two made together years ago and it was effectively making you both nostalgic.

After about a 15 minute drive, he pulls into a parking spot. You had never been here before, but it had a pretty view of the entire city. You two sit together for a few minutes, enjoying the music and the scenery, but after a while you had to ask him what was going on.

“Johnny, can I ask you something?" You say as you turn to face him. "Why were you acting so weird before?”

“Oh… you just look very pretty in that dress, it took me by surprise." Johnny says, not making eye contact with you, playing with the hem of his shirt. "Not that you aren’t always pretty, you are. But you usually don't wear dresses, so I guess I forgot to control my reactions around you.”

“Control your reactions?”

“Yeah, it would be kinda hard to be friends if every time I saw you I got all flustered.”

“But why-”

“You really don’t know how beautiful you are do you?

You didn't know how exactly to respond to that, your mind racing with so many questions. You settle on a question that you already knew the answer to. "You mean that in a friend way, right?"

"... No y/n."

"No?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I do, I just have so many questions, Johnny."

"Well then why don’t you let me take you out on a date and we’ll talk through all your questions.”

“You… you wanna take me out?”

Johnny looks at you and it’s like you like he’s never looked at you before. It’s weird to see your best friend with such longing in his eyes, but it’s also the very thing that you’ve been wanting for so long.

“Y/n, you don’t have to let me know right now. You can take your time and think about it. I know I just brought it up unexpectedly, but I think we both have been having feelings for each other for a while now. But I don't want to put pressure on you, just tell me yes or no whenever you know your answer.”

You two had been having feelings for each other for quite a while now. You had been going back and forth in your head about whether or not his actions were flirtatious or not for the entire past year. You turn your head to look out the car window so that you can hide the big smile on your face.

You already knew your answer, but before you could say anything you see Johnny reach into the back of the car. He’s holding your tote back and pulls out two books.

“Here, this is the book you looked the most excited about when you got it at the store today.” Johnny says as he hands you the book.

You can see that he brought a book for himself that you had owned for a long time, it was one of your favorites that you had been trying to convince Johnny to read for a while. You two sat in the car, music playing at a low volume, reading. Every once in a while, you caught Johnny looking at you and then start to read again, pretending like he wasn’t just staring at you.

It's just now starting to get darker, only a few spots of pink scattered around the sky, left over from sunset. You two put your books down to enjoy the view. You stayed like that for a while, until the pink faded. That’s when you turned to Johnny.

“Johnny?”

“Hm?” He says as he turns his head to you.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yeah.” You say as you turn your face away from him to hide your blush. You can’t see his face right now but you know the exact smile that’s on his lips right now.

You definitely had not expected this day to end like this, but you've never been more thankful for a power outage than you are right now.

[vashsmunch]

Take a chance

Vash x GN!Reader

Synopsis: childhood best friends talking about first kisses. Whatever could go wrong?

Warnings: none

A/N: I TOLD YALL IM BACK <3 (not really, but IM TRYING.) i promise i'm reading ur requests and i'll do my best to get to all of them, just know i love yall and appreciate your support!!

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"You've really never kissed someone before?"  

Vash groans loudly as he shoves his face into a pillow. "I came here for advice, not to be made fun of." You let out a giggle as you watched him flop onto your bed. 

To be honest, you'd be shocked if he had. Sure, he was attractive, but he was also a bundle of nerves, a ticking time bomb of anxiety ready to detonate at any point. You'd known him for a long time, since the two of you were kids, matter of fact. Even back then, he had terrible luck with romance, and it didn't get better when you went off to college together. He would often come back to the dorm with a defeated expression on his face, bemoaning how awful his date went, and the two of you would spend the rest of the night proclaiming your hate for love. Pints of ice cream in tow and a sappy rom-com on the TV until you eventually fall asleep on the couch together. It was a ritual, one of the main reasons you were so close to him. 

Reaching over to stroke his hair, you tried to hide the playfulness in your voice. "Come on, you big baby. It's not that bad. Lots of people haven't had their first kiss!" 

He turned his head to look at you, a pout on his face. "Have you had yours?" 

"Yeah, but I also am not as socially awkward as you are," you quipped, rubbing his blonde strands between your fingers. "If it's worth anything, I think once you got over that, you would have everyone falling over you. You're a sweet guy with the biggest heart I've ever seen, and despite your doubts, you're extremely attractive."

His cheeks burned red as you told him this, and you grinned, knowing exactly how to rile him up. Vash was too easy to tease, and seeing him sputter and cough from nervousness always put you in a good mood. Your relationship with him was odd but one you wouldn't trade for the world. 

"You really think so?"  

"I do, yes."  

He took a deep breath as he sat up, grabbing your hand stroking his hair with his own. His face was bright red as he stared at you with determination. "Then will you be my first?"  

Your eyes widened, staring at him with a slacked jaw. 

"What?" 

Immediately, Vash was stumbling over his words, trying to come up with excuses. He stood up, pacing back and forth while fumbling with his hands in the air. "W-Well, I was just thinking that- If someone like you really thinks so, then maybe..." he paused, turning to you with widened eyes. "Not to say you're like, unattractive! I think you're very attractive, like super attractive-" he groans, shoving his face into his hands and trying to hide himself from your gaze. "Gah, just ignore I said anything, I'm sorry."

The room was quiet for a few long moments, your face unreadable as you stared at him. Visible beads of sweat started forming on the edge of his hairline as he looked back at you through the gaps of his fingers, his eyes searching yours for any sign. Any sign that you didn't hate him now, that you wouldn't leave him. 

"Took you long enough."

His body froze, and a silent gasp left his lips as he stammered. "Wh-What?"

Cute.

You hummed softly, standing up to slowly walk over to him. "You're not exactly subtle, ya know? I've seen how you look at me, how you'd scoot closer to graze your hand against mine whenever we sit together," His uneasiness was visibly peaking in his facial expression, and you felt a tinge of guilt. To try to ease it, you stepped closer to where your faces were inches apart and cupped his cheek. Vash let out a silent sigh of relief as he felt your touch, and you couldn't help but smile as he nestled into you. "I don't hate you nor resent you for telling me. In fact, I'm very happy you did."

His eyes fluttered shut as he turned to press featherlight kisses into your palm, reaching up to hold it with his own hand. You could feel his breath shuddering as he tried to recollect his bearings, almost as if trying to ground himself back into reality. "I thought it was all a joke. I didn't think you were actually serious." 

"You may be socially awkward, but you're also incredibly transparent. I've felt this way for a while; I was just waiting for you to come clean."

Vash's eyes welled up with emotion, and he blinked away a few tears as he continued to hold your hand against his cheek. "I didn't want to mess up our friendship," he admitted, his voice quivering. "I was so scared I would mess it all up. I mean, you've seen how all my dates have gone." 

Thumbing his cheek, you lean in to rest your head on his chest, smiling contentedly. He was always like this, too scared to pursue happiness for himself if it meant risking something important. You would never push him into telling you, and you didn't want to. To you, he was everything, and as long as he showed the same, nothing else mattered. "I'm not blaming you. I understand. Regardless of anything, the fact is that you did it eventually, and I'd be more than willing to be your first kiss."

You lifted your face to look him in the eyes, and you tilted your head invitingly. It was his decision whether he wanted to or not; either way, it wouldn't change anything between you two. There was a long pause as you both gazed at each other, and eventually, you felt his hand glide down the side of your body to wrap around your waist. Your breath quickened as he tentatively leaned down, your lips barely brushing against each other. And then, finally, he kissed you. 

It was gentle at first, his fingers softly digging into your side to bring you closer to him. You could feel your chest about to explode from happiness, and you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck to help him. Vash groaned softly as his tongue traced the ridge of your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You opened your mouth to grant him permission, and he took as much as possible, exploring you to his heart's content. He was inexperienced and just a bit too enthusiastic, but it's what made him all the more endearing. What mattered was that you were his first. His first friend, his first roommate, and now his first kiss. 

He helped you lay back against the bed, and as you settled into the mattress, his hands gripped your sides. It was like he was trying to convey that he felt the same. He wanted you; all he had ever wanted was you. You breathed a happy sigh against his lips and eventually pulled back, panting softly. "How was that?"

Vash looked at you with adoration, like he had the entire universe in his hands and never wanted to let you go. "I think I want a lot more first times with you."

A laugh escaped you, and you leaned in again. "I think I'd like that."

[littledrummeraussie]

tell me all the things that you couldn't before.

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warnings: brief mentions of sex. a nightmare. hurt/comfort. lots of loving for Ashton. badboy!mechanic!Ashton AU.

word count: 5435

author’s note: This fic was written back in January, 2020, as part of the infamous A Permanent Chase fic, which I'm not sure will ever see the light of day as it only lives in my head and my heart.

The original concept is the following (to help you understand the fic better):

Ashton (in the beginning appearing as Fletcher) comes back to Sydney, where he starts working at Calum's garage as a mechanic. Shortly after this he meets our girl and starts to pursue her. They do start dating, but after some complications happen, and she finds out Fletcher is not the person he tells people he is, but someone else (Ashton), and she quickly breaks things up between them.

What she doesn't realize is that she and Ashton have met before, just after graduation at a beach party, where they fell in love for a night, but never saw each other again. Ashton does recognize the girl, but she doesn't recognize him for a long time, until finally Ashton does tell her the truth about their past.

The story is a mess - the original idea included gangs and street racing in which Ashton also partakes, lots of chasing after the girl in different places and scenarios, who eventually starts to put together how Ashton really loves her and actually wants to protect her from things happening around the city. (This is a huge reason why I never really worked on the story - I couldn't decide on anything, so it's just a big mess.)

They eventually make up and finally kiss at another beach party (full circle), and decide that they want to start a relationship with each other. There are lot of added stories to them in my mind, all of them following the main story above.

I also realized over the years that in some ways they are kinda toxic, but I cannot help it, I love my babies so much. So if you have any additional questions, please feel free to ask them.

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It was well past midnight when you realized that there was something out of the ordinary. At first everything seemed to be normal, your night started like any other: you stopped by the garage after work, parking your car just outside the building and greeted the boys who were still working there. You’ve convinced Ashton to finish early, making Calum close up for the night, and dragged your boyfriend up the stairs to his flat.

He was in a really good mood, and with a cheeky grin he pulled you into the shower with himself. His hands were searching and grabbing at whatever body parts they could reach, and after he’d promised you the best fuck of your life, Ashton picked you up to cross the tiny apartment to his bedroom, where he made good on his promise. You were lying in a tangled mass afterwards, watching the last rays of sunshine peeking through the window, painting Sydney in the most beautiful shades of pink, orange and yellow.

You were ready to make some dinner, but Ashton preferred cuddle time, and held you close to his side while he ordered Thai food from one of his favourite places. You spent the time kissing and talking about your day until the guy arrived with your order, and you ate in comfortable silence in the kitchen, playing footsie all through dinner. Usually this was the time when you went out to have fun around town, or just lay on the couch, watching the TV mindlessly, but the last few weeks have been different.

Since you’ve decided to take up some courses to help you with your work, it meant that eventually you needed to take exams on them as well. You had your doubts when you first approached Ash with the idea, but he was supportive, and in his own way, he helped you with your studying and papers. It usually meant buying you coffee or letting you rant about your problems – or ordering food when he thought you could use the extra time. And his apartment was much quieter than your noisy neighbourhood. He did not mind you staying over if it meant cuddles, food sharing and sex – all three of those happened regularly, so he did not complain.

You have already started revising notes when Ashton came up to you and gave a kiss on your neck. You leaned back against his chest, looking up at him with a smile.

“You’re going to bed?”

“Yeah, I promised Calum that I will open in the morning, since someone decided to drag me away early,” he leaned forward to press another kiss on your forehead, his red locks falling over your face. “And I don’t want to keep you away from your notes and books, which are clearly more interesting than your own boyfriend.”

“How tragic,” you laughed, turning around on the kitchen chair to wrap your arms around him. “Please file a complaint, and I will talk to the management.”

“And what will I get as a consolation prize?” he quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Blowjobs.”

“Oh, plural? That doesn’t sound so bad,” Ashton grinned at you, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “When can I start collecting them?”

“You know how offices work – it might take a few weeks to get an answer,” you bit your lip to hide a smile, and Ash just huffed at you.

“If it was up to you, I wouldn’t get my blowjobs for the next 30 days or so,” his fingers found a way into your tied up hair, slowly pulling out strands and combing them back into an even messier bun. “Any way to file a complaint about filing complaints?”

“I might know someone who can help you,” you tilted your head forward, pressing a small kiss on the skin of his stomach, then quickly blew a raspberry on it. “But only during opening hours.”

“You are terrible,” he laughed, grabbing your face and pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your lips. “Alright, I’ll leave you to your notes.”

“Don’t hog the blankets,” you poked his side, and Ash laughed again, pushing your hand away. “Good night, Cardinal.”

“Is that a joke on my hair?”

“You tell me,” you winked at him, and he leaned back to give you another kiss.

“Good night, you monster.”

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You knew something was up when you heard noises from the bedroom. The flat was really small, with no actual doors between the bedroom, the living area and the kitchen, and at first you thought the all-nighters you pulled would bother Ashton and he wouldn’t be able to sleep with the light on in the kitchen. But he was a heavy sleeper, still and calm, and the only thing that ever broke the silence was his light snoring. But not tonight.

The first thing you heard were the rustling sheets, a pillow thumping down onto the floor, the bed creaking under his weight. There was a loud gasp, more rustling, something hitting the nightstand or the bed frame, then another loud thump on the mattress. More gasps, more heavy breathing – you could hear the panic in the way he was trying to catch his breath, choking on air, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen into his lungs.

You pushed yourself out of the chair, running to the small bedroom to check on Ashton. He was tangled up in the sheets, body twisting around as he tried to kick off the covers, thrashing in his blanket prison. His arms were swinging, trying to grab onto something (or someone), hitting the pillows and the bed with every move. He pushed his head back into the pillow, turning it left and right as he was panting, his Adam’s apple moving almost in a frantic, panicked way.

He was no stranger to nightmares – when he was exhausted or just had a bad day, he would go to bed early, resting his head on your stomach, hugging your body close to him like a pillow, and that usually did the trick. He slept soundly and without interruption. But sometimes he was just so lost in his own head that he forgot about it all, not caring about the dreams sneaking into his sleepy mind, and he usually woke with a start in the middle of the night. He would curl his body around yours, telling you that he’s okay, he just had a bad dream, he will fall back to sleep soon – he only ever asked you to hold his hand during these moments.

But tonight was different, Ashton never had a nightmare like this, one that physically shook him. He was fighting so hard to wake up, but nothing seemed to work. You dropped onto the mattress, climbing closer, and grabbed him by his shoulders, shaking him with all the strength that you had.

“Ashton! Ashton, wake up! Ash! Wake up!”

Suddenly he bolted up, eyes wide open, staring at the wall and taking in a lungful of air, making himself dizzy in the process. You shifted closer, climbing between his legs, and wrapped your arms around his trembling body. You held him close, running your fingers over his back, murmuring soft words into his ear as he buried his face in your neck, taking deep breaths, trying to calm his hammering heart.

“I’m here, Ash, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

He locked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, never loosening his grip on you. You ran your hand up to his shoulder, lightly massaging his tense muscles, caressing his neck, brushing your fingers over his hair. His skin was cold and sweaty, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His breathing was slowing, and you moved your head to press a small kiss on his temple. He tensed for a second, but then melted into your arms once again.

“It’s alright,” you whispered, still stroking the red locks at the back of his head. “It’s over. It was just a dream, it’s over. I’m here. You’re awake. It’s okay.”

His breath was hot on your neck as he inhaled deeply, nuzzling his face back into your skin. His muscles were slowly relaxing, but he was still tense and sweaty, and a shiver ran through his body. He tried to burrow closer to get more of your warmth, and you let him stay in your arms like this for a few more minutes. When you could feel he was a bit more relaxed, you pulled back a little, lifting his head up to look at you. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and it took him a few seconds to get out of his daze.

Ashton’s gaze skipped over yours, instead focusing on the chain hanging from your neck. The silver ring he gave you almost a year ago was hooked on a thin necklace, the weight of the metal resting between your breasts, a comfort you never knew you needed. You still remembered the time when he wore it on his finger, playing with it whenever he started getting nervous. He called it a good luck charm, something he desperately needed while he was chasing after you. But once he got hold of your heart, he gave it to you – since then it became something much more than just a piece of jewellery. For you: a reminder; for others: a warning.

His clumsy fingers wrapped around the ring, slightly tugging on it. You slowly tilted his head up again, trying to catch his eyes. His hazel ones finally found your gaze, and you gave him a small smile, lightly running your fingers over his stubbly jaw.

“Hey, you’re okay?”

Silence, then a nod.

“How about you go and take a shower? Get warmed up,” you rubbed his arms, trying to warm his still cold skin. “And I will change the sheets.”

Another nod.

Ash let go of your necklace, slowly peeling himself out of the bed, starting to go to the bathroom, then stopped, looked back at you. You gave him another encouraging smile, nodded at him that it’s okay, you both will be fine, after which he finally made his way out of the room. When the lock clicked and the shower started up, you let out a breath you were holding back. A thousand questions were running through your mind, but you didn’t want to take too much time thinking about them. You wanted to make sure Ashton was comfortable after his nightmare, that he can come back and relax into the bed, wrapped in your arms, and sleep off this horrible experience.

You started stripping off the sweat soaked sheets, pulling out a fresh set from the drawer, working methodically in changing them. After that you opened the window, letting in fresh air, the slight breeze clearing away the remaining shadows from the room. You reached into another drawer, choosing a soft pair of sweatpants for Ashton, and finally went to the kitchen, making tea, waiting for him to finish up.

The lock on the bathroom door clicked, and it opened with a slight squeak. Ash stood behind the door, a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping on the tiles from his red hair. You stepped to him, holding the pants out for him. He took them from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours as he did, and that made him look at you.

“I made you tea,” you nodded towards the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe. “If you want some.”

“Thanks,” his voice was quiet and small, and he coughed a little to make his throat work. “I– I’ll be there.”

“Take your time.”

You stepped back to the kitchen, piling up your books and notes to shove them to the corner of the table. You knew there was no way you would go back to studying, not tonight. Any exam could wait – Ashton needed you now.

After a few more minutes he emerged from the bathroom, shuffling to the kitchen, and dropped down onto the chair next to you. He sighed deeply, then leaned forward, resting both his arms on the table, and put his head down on them, hiding his face. You watched him, how his back moved as he was breathing in and out. His muscles were still tense, you could see it from the way he was holding himself. You scooted a bit closer, and slowly put your hand on his elbow, a tentative touch. When he did not flinch away, you started to lightly rub his arm, up to his shoulder, down on his back, then back up again.

When you reached the back of his neck, Ash moved his head to the side, looking at you as you stroked his drying locks with your fingers. His hazel eyes were searching you as you were working through the tangled ends, brushing them back from his face. He let out another small sigh when you touched his face, caressing his cheek, which made him nuzzle into your hand.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, resting your hand back on his arm.

Ashton looked at you for another second, then hid his face back in the crook of his elbow. You waited for him, you knew he needed time to work through the thoughts in his head, to decide if he wanted to face them again. He slowly pushed himself up, reaching for the mug in front of him, taking a sip of his cooling tea. His fingers were running over the rim, circling it mindlessly as he focused on something in front of him.

“You… left me.”

There was silence in the kitchen – his words left you speechless. It sounded silly at first; you knew how you felt about him, how first his attention was unusual, almost uncomfortable at times, and that you wished he would give you just an ounce of space; how you started to miss him when he wasn’t around, how you watched over your shoulder if he would appear somehow, stalk behind you, keeping his distance, but never taking his eyes off of you. You knew he had his reasons to do so, and you learned to love him for that – it wasn’t so hard, he found a way to your heart, and you willingly let him in. You never wanted to let go of him ever again.

“I have no intention in doing that,” you reached out to take his hand in yours, squeezing it. “And no reason.”

“But what if you do?” he whispered, pulling his hand away. “What if you find one?”

“Ash… is this something you’ve been… thinking about lately?” you asked softly, your fingers going up to your necklace, running them over the ring.

He did not answer; his eyes were still trained on the same spot as before. He was drumming on the tabletop, the rhythm getting more and more frantic and complicated. You desperately wanted to reach out and stop him, to make him look at you, to let him know you were there, you were listening, that you wanted to understand. But it seemed he was lost in his own thoughts – thoughts that brought out a nightmare that clearly shook him to the core.

“Ashton,” you said in a small voice. “Don’t push me away. Please.”

Those words made him look at you. Those words were his words, begging you to give him another chance, to make up for the mistakes he made when you met again. They were Ashton’s words, not Fletcher’s; they made you stop in your tracks, made you listen to him. They broke you in a way you’ve known you will never be broken again. That was the first time you’ve really let him into your heart, and you never wanted him to leave.

Ash sighed deeply, slowly turning around in his chair to face you, though his head was down. His fingers nervously twitched in his lap, and he started wringing his hands, looking for the rings he usually wore to play with. He once told you that sometimes he felt naked without them, and he liked wearing at least one to mindlessly spin it around, or take it off and put it back on. You moved a little closer, pushing your knees against his, slowing down his bouncing feet. Leaning forward you reached for him, pushing your fingers between his tightly clasped ones, and interlocked them. There was a slight shake to his hands, and you gently ran your thumb over his skin, trying to calm him again.

“I’m sorry,” he finally breathed, slowly looking up at you from under his lashes. “I’m just… unsure.”

“Of me?” you tilted your head to the side, trying to see all of him. He just shook his head.

“Of myself,” Ashton answered, rubbing your hands with his thumbs. “If I’m good enough for you.”

“Of course you are,” you squeezed his fingers in yours, pushing your forehead against his. “You are my Ashton. How could you not be good enough for me?”

“That’s not what everyone else thinks,” he said with a humourless laugh. “People talk, all over town.”

“Some neighbourhood gossip won’t make me leave you,” you shook your head. “What could they tell me that I don’t already know? I know you, Ash, I know who you are.”

“You have the heart of an angel, and I’m the devil who’s holding you back,” he whispered, tilting his head down.

“Maybe I’ve had enough of heaven,” your hand went to his jaw, slowly tipping his chin up to look back at you. “If hell is where you are, then I’m packing all of my bags to be with you.”

“Y/N…”

“Or maybe they have it the wrong way around,” you continued. “Cause you definitely feel like heaven to me. Maybe it’s not their definition of the place. But screw them – my heaven is all tattooed up and gorgeous.”

A blush coloured his cheek, and he moved closer to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his legs bracketing yours. You were tangled up in each other, silently sitting in the kitchen for a few minutes, Ashton’s hand on your thighs while you played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Then he slowly pulled back, rubbing his eyes – was it tears, or sleep, you didn’t know – and looked back at you again.

“Your parents still hate me,” he added, resting his elbow on the table, leaning his head against his hand.

“They hate everyone,” you answered with a shrug. “They even hate me. That’s not an accomplishment.”

“I’m sure they would prefer anyone else over me,” he searched you with his eyes. “Someone who can give you a real future.”

“What do you think, what does a girl need?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, and it was his turn to shrug.

“Financial security?” he asked, and when you rolled your eyes at him, he continued. “Someone like that guy you work with – what’s his name? Liam?”

“A suit and tie?” you shook your head, putting your hands on his knees to lean closer. “Really, Ash? When I can have you, your jackets and chains, and the fire red Mustang? Well, tough luck, because you’re stuck with me for good.”

“But am I enough for you?” Ashton sighed, reaching for you and holding your face in his hands, making you really look at each other. “I wanna give you the world. Hell, I wanna give you the galaxy. The universe. But I’m just this guy, fixing cars and running my mouth at people. And you… you’re smart and beautiful and could get anyone you set your eyes on.”

“And that’s you,” you nuzzled your face against his hand, looking at him pleadingly. “You’re the only one I want.”

“What if Liam asked you on a date? Or one of the guys at that course? What if you get along so much that you realize that you could just… do better than me?” his gaze slipped down to the ring resting against your chest, saying the next words looking at it. “You know I would do anything for you… but I know I can’t keep you forever.”

“Ash, how long have we known each other?” you asked, reaching for him, brushing his hair behind his ear.

“7 or 8 years. Dunno. Why is that important now?” he sighed, shaking his head.

“What do you think… how many guys did I date during that time?” you questioned him, but did not wait for an answer. “Only two. And you wanna know their names?”

“Please don’t kick me when I’m already down,” he whispered, but you’ve had enough.

“They are Fletcher and Ashton. They are you, Ash. I might have had a few flings and one night stands, and sure, I went on a few dates with guys. But it was only ever you I had a real thing with. It was only you who was ever good enough for me.”

“Then why did you even go on those dates if you didn’t want anything from them?” the question left Ashton before he could stop himself, and you could see him flinch when he realized what he’d said.

“I wanted to know how I felt about other people. I wanted to give myself a chance, see how we could work out. You know – if you never try, you’ll never know,” you shrugged a little while reaching for his hand, slowly interlocking your fingers with his. “And I– I think I wanted to know how you would react.”

“Remember the hole in the wall?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, and you needed to stifle a laugh.

“I was always waiting for you to show up during your dates,” you confessed, squeezing his hand in yours. “You know, just crash them. I wanted you to crash them. I know it took me a long time to let you in…”

“Well, half the time you were mad at me,” he said, leaning closer and resting his forehead against yours. “For one reason, or the other.”

“And in the other half I desperately wanted you to kiss me,” you finished, nuzzling your nose to his.

“You know I would have done it in a second,” he breathed. “I wanted to walk up to every single one of those guys and tell them that you’re… that you’re…”

“Come on,” you whispered, licking your lips. “Say it.”

“Mine.”

“Don’t think I was never asked on dates at my job or at school,” you gazed at him while saying the next part. “I was, numerous times. You know what I say to them when they call me pretty? Thank you, my boyfriend thinks so too. Or when they invite me for coffee? Thanks, but Ash is already bringing me some. And when they don’t want to let it go, I say: trust me, you do not want to meet him.”

“Are you really saying those things?” he asked you, and you nodded.

“I’m also implying that I’m having the best sex of my life, and I don’t plan on giving up on that,” you finished with a smile.

A moment later Ashton started laughing – it was his first real laugh of the night, and he hid his face, trying to stifle his giggles. It was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Suddenly the night wasn’t that dark, but instead everything seemed to start to glow a little bit. It was Ashton’s smile, shining through the blacks, dark blues and grays of the night, warming up the chilling air around you, shifting everything back to your usual teasing, but loving normal, the one you’ve built up together.

“I love your smile,” you whispered when he finally looked back at you, still trying to catch his breath. “I know I’ve always told you that you should wipe that grin off of your face, but god, I’m happy you never did. I just… there are so many things I just love about you that I’ve thought I hated before. Like your snake tattoo, or your loud car and obnoxious sunglasses… your terrible jokes and sexual innuendos, and how you never fail to say them at the worst times… I love your stupid red hair, and…”

“My hair is not stupid,” Ash mumbled, a smile still playing at the corner of his mouth.

“No,” you shook your head, reaching once again for him to brush your fingers through his red locks. “No, it’s not.”

Ash nuzzled closer, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the caresses and light tugs on his hair, making a small noise that almost sounded like purring. He turned his head, brushing his lips against your wrist as you wrapped a curl around your finger, pushing it behind his ear, stroking your hand down his cheek and jaw. Hazel eyes followed the movement of your fingers until you ran your thumb over his chin, and his gaze finally found yours.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked him softly, pulling back a little to see his face.

“Are you asking for permission?” there was another small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and a slight blush coloured his cheeks.

“Just checking if you are in the right headspace,” you returned his smile, and he nodded shortly.

“I would love that.”

Without a second thought you leaned forward, one of your hands sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair, the other one cradling his jaw, tilting his head a little to the side. His breath was hot on your face as you moved closer, cheeks and noses brushing, lips slowly pressing against each other – one soft, the other slightly chapped. You kissed his bottom lip, moving to the top, nuzzling closer and closer, until he opened his mouth and let you kiss him deeper, brushing his tongue against yours as you both tasted the other. Ash made a needy little sound as you nipped on his lips and kissed his chin, his jaw, brushing against his cheek as you nudged your nose against the soft skin behind his ear.

“I chose you, Ashton. I’ve been choosing you every single day since that night on the beach, and I’ll do it as long as you let me. I’m freakin’ in love with you if that hasn't been clear before,” you breathed softly, kissing the shell of his ear. “You’ve been on my mind for the last 8 years, and if that’s not love, then you have to find a better word for me, because I’m failing here, and you know I’m good with words. But you just have this effect on you where I completely lose my sanity, and I would gladly give up on it forever, if it meant I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Ash reached for you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you out of your chair, and sitting you on his lap. His hand rested on your thigh, keeping you close to his body, as his fingers ran through your hair, guiding your face to his again. It was his turn to kiss you, and he started with the softest of touches, just to feel each other’s breath on your lips, the warmness of the other’s skin, the shiver running through you when you’ve finally lost your patience. Noses and lips pushed together, and he kissed you deeply, tongue brushing against yours as you were holding onto his shoulders. His scent clouded your mind, his touch burnt your skin, and you never wanted this moment to end.

“I love you,” Ash pulled away just enough to brush his lips against yours as he spoke. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You pressed another kiss on his temple, cuddling closer in his lap to feel as much of his skin as you could. His arms wrapped around you more strongly, and he rested his head on your shoulder, pushing his face into your neck. For a few minutes you’ve stayed like this – slow caresses on waists and backs, fingers brushing over hair and tattoos, lips leaving small kisses wherever they could.

“Come on,” you ran your thumb over Ashton’s cheek. “I think it’s time we go back to bed.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to keep you away from your studying,” he started apologizing, but you shook your head, smiling at him.

“Screw exams. You’ll always be my first priority,” you tugged a little on his hair, tilting his head up towards you. “How does that sound to you?”

“Like something I’ve always wanted from you,” Ash returned your smile, then reached for your hand to kiss your knuckles. “Thank you, beautiful.”

You climbed down from his lap and reached for him to pull him up from the chair. You made our way back to the bedroom where the sheets were freshly changed and the pillows fluffed up just as Ashton liked it. He hesitated for a moment – the nightmare was still fresh in his mind, and even after you’ve talked through everything, he was still a little bit shaken from it.

“It’s alright,” you leaned against his side, pressing a kiss on the tattoo on his arm. “I’m here now.”

“I’m– scared to fall back to sleep,” he admitted, then sighed deeply. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“No, Ash. It’s perfectly normal,” you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Don’t ever feel ashamed, especially not because of your dreams. You’re human, it’s okay to fall sometimes. I’ll always be here to pick you up.”

“How did I get so lucky?” he turned to you, gathering you in his arms for a hug, resting his head on top of yours.

“Must have been that lucky charm of yours,” you answered with a smile, feeling the ring resting between your bodies.

“You are my lucky charm,” Ashton whispered, brushing the hair back from your face.

“Well, then you should definitely hold onto me.”

He huffed at you with a smile, shaking his head. You pulled him down on the bed, both of you getting comfortable under the blankets – Ash scooted as close to you as he could, nuzzling his face between your head and shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him rest his weight on you, running your fingers through his hair.

“You smell so good,” he mumbled against your skin, pushing his nose to your pulse point. “Am I not too heavy?”

“You’re perfect where you are,” you continued brushing your fingers over his curls, skimming them over the back of his neck, down his shoulders, then back up again. “How are you feeling?”

“Like maybe I will be able to fall asleep,” he breathed, then reached for the ring hanging from your neck. “Is it okay if I stay like this?”

“Your peace of mind is worth every numb limb and hours spent awake,” you kissed his forehead, then the hand holding onto the ring. “You would do the same for me. And just so you know, you make an excellent pillow.”

“You too,” he closed his eyes, resting his hand back on your side, cuddling close. “Will you… will you hold my hand? Please?”

Without another word you slid your fingers against his, interlocking them. He squeezed your hand in return, letting out one last sigh as he slowly let go of all the tension that kept him awake. His body melted against yours, muscles relaxing as his breathing evened out, and in a few minutes all you could feel was his light snoring tickling your neck. You brushed your fingers through his hair again, pressing one last goodnight kiss on his forehead before resting back against your pillows.

Ashton slept soundly in your arms, head resting on your shoulder, arm thrown over your waist, fingers interlocked on the bed. He fit perfectly against you, his weight all the comfort you needed in your life. You would have stayed up all night just to make sure he had no more nightmares, but his soft sleepy sounds slowly lulled you to sleep too. The last thing you remembered was his lips brushing against your neck as he shuffled in his sleep, and you fell asleep with a smile on your face. You knew for sure he was your forever – and you planned on reminding him of that every single day for the rest of your lives. Even if it meant chasing away his nightmares every night. Because he was worth it.

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Watching Wheel of Time without reading the books: Season 2, episode 1

I'm at it again! I know I never posted the season 1 finale review, and maybe I will go back and do that later. But for now, I just finished the season premiere, and I have to say, Perrin is 100% correct. The five of them are much more impressive together than apart. Which isn't to say I disliked it. They are all on the struggle bus, but that is where character development is at its peak, and where we get to see their true inner strength. Which is to say, I LOVED it. Bring on the angst!

The season opener with the round table of evil plotters was a fun and clever way to deliver some exposition without boring us. Having a little girl crawling under the table, disturbing the Very Important Shadowy Cloak Meeting really humanized every single one of them, and seeing the Fake Dark One be so gentle and patient with her gives some insight into how people can become dark friends. They are just concerned parents. I am now calling him Nancy Reagan, since he is their leader. I also definitely want to pet a trolloc. They look much cuter when they aren’t being ordered to kill everyone in sight. Are they tamable? Or...redeemable? I am still not sure of their level of free will/sentience, so I am not sure which word applies.

The first scene post-credits is Moiraine working hard to take her Very Sad Alone Time Depression Bath. Just one woman, chilling in a hot tub, cuz the water gets cold without magic. It was a very good idea to show the first hot tub scene in the recaps, so I could get the full emotional subtext here. Bathing is a communal activity in this culture, but she can’t handle having someone else see her in such a vulnerable position when she already feels so vulnerable all the time. But the longer she spends isolated, the more alone and vulnerable she will continue to feel.

She and Lan are hiding out with their friends, Sassy Twin, Serious Twin, and Tom. Tom is married to one of them, but I forget which one. Without the warder bond, Lan must have lost the rapid healing that allows him to withstand his severe clothing allergy. Good thing the Sassy Twin is there to helpfully point out additional clothes that might be hurting him, and to reassure him it would be fine to remove them in her home. She truly speaks for all of us. I’m glad Lan has these three friends around to support him as he supports Moiraine. This poor man is having to learn, at the tender age of forty-something, to use his words to describe how he feels. He is afraid for his best friend, he is hurt about being pushed away at a time when he would expect to be leaned on even harder, I am pretty sure he blames her for blocked bond because she had put the block up prior to being shielded, and he feels like he is losing his only purpose in life.

And in the face of all that, he has to exhibit so much patience as Moiraine acts like every insecure teenager ever and tries to push him away. His previous experience with teenagers taught him what this behavior is like, but not how to handle it. Her “I am so aloof and do not care at all about the feelings of others” routine was incredibly transparent to everyone except Lan. He really needed his friends to lovingly slap him in the ego and remind him that the only way to truly help her is to let himself be the vulnerable one, so she can see how it' it's done, and realize it's something she can live with.

But now he has to do it the old fashioned way, by walking upstairs to check on her. Good timing, too. Slightly worse timing for Serious Twin, but at least she could handle all the Eyeless. Hopefully one of the twins does healing.

Meanwhile, at Aes Sedai High, Nynaeve and Egwene are in novice training. Egwene is dealing with a bit of culture shock. She accidentally witnesses an actual, honest to Light, bisexual orgy on screen. She is going from being a big fish in a small pond to being a big fish in an ocean surrounded by other big fish, but she is handling it better than I expected. Nynaeve is handling the entire thing exactly as I hoped she would. While Egwene focuses on adding extra challenges by learning to weave with both hands tied behind her back, Nynaeve is semi-consciously stopping herself from doing any magic at all. Polly tries playing on her pride, by saying she is just scared, and Nynaeve responds by drinking dirty dishwater while making direct eye contact. Such a power move, there. Unfortunately, it leads directly to an unwanted face-to-face discussion with JK Rowling, which quickly turns into a surprise duel. I thought JK was torturing Nynaeve by hurting her, but my husband said she was only making the air too thick for Nynaeve to move through. And really, nothing could possibly torture Nynaeve more than placing an unwanted restriction on her. She did end up shielding her, temporarily, and that was described as one of the most brutal forms of assault. Pretty sick, but also pretty consistent with boarding school hazing rituals.

Later, Nynaeve and Egwene read the letter from Perrin, where he hopes they will all stick together. And JK Rowling goes down to her secret Man Dungeon For Men to read a heavily edited version of the letter to her prisoner, New Mat. And, to this I have to say, come on JK Rowling! Why do you go and pull a stunt that the actual JK Rowling also used in her own book? Your name is getting more and more accurate as time goes on, and that is not a compliment. Anyways, Mat responds in pretty much the same way Harry Potter did, by trying to break out of jail. I’m not sure how I feel about New Mat so far. He seems a bit like a soggy bed sheet, but he is also in the exact circumstances that would lead to soggy bed sheet behavior. His puckish attitude was mostly a mask he put on to lift the spirits of those around him, and his private moments were entirely spent dwelling on his own misery. Presumably the only person he has interacted with for months now is someone who actively feeds on that misery. JK Rowling is a cursed dagger unto herself.

We get a brief glimpse of Rand, with his new haircut. He is sad and has no lines. I assume he will be more present in future episodes. He lights a lantern, presumably for his mother, but maybe for the innocent version of himself that will never exist again. Maybe for his friends he thinks he can never see again. They light the lanterns for those they lost, which might not necessarily mean the ones who died.

Perrin, meanwhile, is on a quest to find Padan Fain and steal back the magic horn. He has found another Wolf guy, who seems to be teaching him how his wolf powers work. Apparently he can see the past? Maybe he is smelling the places where things used to be, like Angua does in Discworld? So then, is he a werewolf? This is a very confusing power that has still not been explained at all. I would have liked to see Perrin get a training sequence similar to Egwene and Nynaeve, but the defining trait of wolf guys is that they aren’t a chatty bunch. They find a bunch of bodies of the traitors from the final battle, presumably disposed of once they were no longer useful. The group holds a proper funeral for them, which confuses Perrin. He doesn’t understand how they can go to such effort for the people responsible for the deaths of hundreds. The prince guy responds that if his people spent their time seeking revenge on those who betray them, they wouldn't have time for anything else. It is more helpful to the ones left behind to let it go and focus on the mission. Sort of the way of the leaf, but with a more productive twist. Perrin is really on a quest for a moral philosophy that he can live with, and this one seems slightly more compatible with him.

At Bel Tine, he lights a lantern for his wife. The first time he has to do so. He places his wedding ring on the lantern, but takes it back at the last second. He isn’t ready to let go of his own guilt just yet, but at least he can move forward while carrying it now. Loial seems good for him. And Perrin is good for Loial. He’s way more likeable now that he has gotten used to the wonder of living in the human world, and stopped condescendingly and incorrectly explaining how it all works. They are both figuring that out together. I am not sure how he survived being stabbed with the cursed dagger. By all rights it makes no sense. So I guess… Loial returned somehow. And we are also moving on from it and focusing on the mission, even if we carry our confusion with us.

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[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

Winter had always been Scott’s favorite time of year. Don’t get him wrong, Rivendell was always great, but the mixture of festivities and weather made a soft spot in his heart. The decorations, the drinks, the food, the celebrations, it was truly so joyful. Getting to see the other empires covered in the snow Rivendell had year-round was also a bonus. Well- except maybe the Cod Empire.

When Jimmy had confided that he’d never really experienced snow before, being farther north than most other kingdoms, Scott was baffled. How could you live without feeling the frost chill the air at least once in your life? At Scott’s appalled expression, the cod had explained that he never really had an excuse to visit somewhere with snow, seeing as his only allies lived so close- other than Scott. 

So that’s what brought them to the small lake on the Rivendell border. They would’ve stayed closer to town, but the only water accessible there were the terrace ponds, which weren’t quite big enough for what they had in mind. Plus, being out of the public eye soothed Jimmy’s nerves a bit. The avian was sympathetic; learning to skate for the first time could be embarrassing when surrounded by people. 

As the two approached the ice, Jimmy started to figet- well, more than usual. Scott raised an eyebrow at the cod. “That nervous?”

Jim stuttered out a laugh as he tucked more hair behind his fins. “Kinda?”

The elf quickly passed over a ribbon for the other man’s hair, which he accepted with a surprised thanks. “Don’t be. We’ve all been there, it just takes some practice. You’ll get the hang of it.”

The Codfather rolled his eyes as he tied a bun that quickly fell apart. “Yeah, I’ll take your word for it, Mister Ice-Prince.”

“King,” he corrected. As Jim let out a light apology, Scott hummed in thought before landing on an idea. “Here, I’ll tell you a story. Would that make you feel better?”

That seemed to peak the blonde’s interest as he stopped re-tying his hair, causing it to fall back into his face. Scott giggled and Jimmy blew the strands out of his eyes. “Yeah?”

They’d made it to the edge of the ice, so they took it as an opportunity to exchange their boots for skates while Scott talked.

“Y’know, the first time me and my-” The elf paused for a second before continuing, “... sibling learned to skate, we both did pretty bad.”

Jim only huffed playfully as he struggled to tie the laces. “Hard to imagine you doing anything wrong first try.”

Scott smirked. “Why, thank you!” The man brought a hand up to his chest, putting on a smug expression. “I know I'm perfect.”

One light slap to the arm and some bickering later, the avian continued, “Well, we did. I almost cut their fingers off with the blades!” Scott snickered at the memory. Xornoth’s screech and the subsequent play-fight would always be a good memory for him to look back on. Though, it seemed like Jimmy thought otherwise. The cod looked absolutely horrified. 

“You can do that?” He shouted in disbelief. 

Scott shook his head in an attempt to reassure Jim before he backed out of this all together. “No, of course not!” He paused. “Not that I know of.”

“Hey!”

It took a bit of coaxing to get the fish on the ice while he complained the whole time. Something about freezing his gills off or something, Scott wasn’t really paying attention as he made sure Jimmy didn’t fall.

The couple made their way to the center with no lack of wobbling and yelping thanks to the newbie skater, Scott making fun of the blonde’s lack of grace or dignity the whole way. He stopped them in the center, making sure to give them a good bit of space to work with. 

“So, Jim,” he said, grabbing the Codfather’s attention away from griping, “The first lesson of skating you have to learn-” Scott broke out in a mischievous grin as he let go of Jimmy’s hands and watched the man scramble to keep his purchase, “-is how to balance!”

“WAAHHHH- SCOTT!” He yelled, eyeing the elf’s graceful circles around the lake. Scott only giggled and made a sharp U-turn, completely just to show off. It was laughable, the difference between the two. With Scott’s smooth gliding and Jimmy’s slipping like a newborn calf, they must’ve looked like quite the pair. 

Scott took a bit longer to tease his partner before going in to help before anyone got hurt and started to actually teach the man how to do it properly. It took a bit of guiding and praise, but Jimmy soon got the hang of it. Well, only if he held tightly to Scott’s arm the whole time, but neither of them were complaining. Before long, they got into the rhythm of the ice. It was like a dance: left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, spin. Scott wordlessly thanked the dancing lessons he’d been forced into as a kid for finally having a use all this time later. 

So of course, they got comfortable. That was before a sharp bang rang out. It echoed through the trees and empty snow, most likely scaring off any animals nearby as well as the two on the ice. Scott made the move to stop them abruptly, pausing to listen out for anything he could identify as the cause of the noise. 

It only took a few ticks before Jimmy got anxious, not being able to take the tense atmosphere any longer. “Scott?”

“Shh!” He warned, lowering his voice,” I don’t-”

That was the last he could do as he watched Jimmy try to turn and get a better look at the elf and figure out what the hell was going on. The sharp noises started up again and Scott finally recognized what they were. Cracking .

Panic rushed through him. Sure, he’d probably be fine- but Jimmy wasn’t used to this kind of water. He’d freeze for sure. Scott gripped Jimmy’s hand to pull him out of his stupor and onto solid ground. “Jim- we have to go!”

“What’s happening?” The cod yelled in panic. 

Scott barely even had time to turn and explain hurriedly before the cracking got louder. The two could only watch as the thin lines moved to the underneath of their feet, stopping only for a second, then giving way beneath their weight. They plunged into the frigid water with nothing but a yell to let the empty woods know of their disappearance. 

Thankfully, Scott wasn't very fazed by the temperature. His heavy clothes were mostly for style rather than function, and the cold never really bothered him anyway, so he was able to keep to his senses. Though, Jimmy wasn’t as lucky. It was clear that the shock had gotten to him quickly as he sank to the depths, leaving Scott to do all the hard work himself. 

The Rivendelian groaned as he hoisted Jimmy back to the surface, panting heavily while dragging them both back on the ice. Shouldn’t the universe know he wasn’t cut out for this kind of labor? 

Scott looked back over to where Jimmy lay on the frozen surface, unmoving besides his harsh shivering, and sighed. Things always had to go wrong, didn’t they?

It took a while to tread back to the castle, and less for the servants to whisk them inside for a warm bath and new, dry clothes. Before long, the two were cuddled up in Scott’s small apartment he’d built behind the main castle, sipping hot chocolate and huddling for warmth. Well, Jimmy was huddling for warmth that Scott wasn’t allowing him, given his cold nature. 

“Jim, you’re gonna set yourself alight if you keep getting closer,” the elf warned as Jimmy edged closer to the fireplace. 

All he got in response was a pathetic whine that broke Scott’s heart a bit. “But I’m colddddd…”

“I know,” he sighed, “and I’m sorry your first time skating turned out so bad.”

Jim sniffed, most likely due to his runny nose. “Issokay. Not your fault.” 

The cod leaned over to rest his head on Scott’s shoulder before shivering and highly regretting that decision, so they decided to put a layer of blanket between them to help with that. Scott bent and pressed a kiss to Jimmy’s crown- a silent apology. 

Quiet passed between them for what seemed like hours when the almost audible sound of Scott getting an idea broke it. “What if I take the next few days off to make it up to you?”

The Codfather smirked at that. “Hmm…” he started in fake thought, “I guess that might work.” He shrugged.

Scott flicked his cheek, getting a yelp and some choice words out of the cod. 

In the back of his mind, he started making plans of what he might do to get Jim’s spirit back up.

[flowersandbigteeth]

OOOOH NOOOO I'M OBSESSED WITH HEATH... FUUUUCK!!! This was so well written and fun! I love this character so much, he's so hot and likable, even though he's so dominant and possessive. Actually he might be hot because of that. Oops lol

I've never had a thing for gargoyles before but I have a crush on this guy. the bookstore scenario is so cute, and the way he's so casual and rough around the edges, then suddenly breaks his composure and fucks the life out of the reader is just perfect. I've been daydreaming about this all day. What's Heath's apartment like, if you can tell me? :D is he the owner of the bookstore? LMAO loved the shading of the reader's sad human boyfriend. I'm guessing Heath has a nicer place and more money than the reader, too. I love that aspect, it adds to the dynamic of him being more powerful and taking care of his cute new little human, while also putting his claim on them by taking them into his 'territory'.

His loyalty is so cute. Bet it'll be so fun for him to get to wake up with the reader, spend the whole morning together and go to work together. Poor thing can never fake being sick to get out of work again, though XD how much patience do you think heath would have for the reader if she struggled with depression and couldn't necessarily be very productive? Reading this I was just thinking about how different I am at home then at work because I only have enough energy to be productive for so long before I crash and become useless lol

I hope you don't mind the wall of text! I got so inspired by your piece I couldn't help it. Thank you for writing things for us, your blog is amazing :)

Haha I’m glad you like him! I don’t know why but I’m obsessed with sort of average everyday leads, though Heath does own the bookstore. He’s not like a psycho CEO or anything, though. He’s a pretty laid back guy who literally hired you because he thought you were cute. This was really fun to answer, because I adore Heath!

Here are the answers:

As for his apartment: 

He lives on the 22nd floor of a building overlooking the city, but it’s not crazy expensive or anything. He’s pretty much upper middle class, but has a good savings and retirement plan. It’s got two bedrooms, a bedroom and a study for his bookshelves, with a large wide balcony. 

He has a cat named Aero and a fishtank with freshwater fish. He likes dogs, but he’s not a dog person, preferring quiet snuggling with his kitty.

He also likes to be surrounded by living things and keeps easy to care for potted plants. His balcony is packed with plants in terra cotta pots he’s raised from cutlets that he’s collected from various little old ladies that come into the bookstore. I just imagine him having a whole fan club of grandmas who found out he’s into balcony gardening and wont stop gifting him cuttings from their plants at home.   

Heath likes to read so he’s got a ton of old special edition books he saved for himself from running the bookstore and comfortable chairs. 

He’s not a slob but he was definitely a bachelor before you. Most things in his house are practical except the books. His house looks very casual with oversized comfy, but quality furniture in cool neutral shades. He does have a nice wooden bedframe on his very large bed, for his very large body. He even has matching sheet sets and pillowcases. 

He doesn’t know much about decorating so he’s excited to decorate with you. Before you moved in he just had fan posters he got from the bookstore and framed, which he wasn’t particularly attached to. His walls were painted gray before you and he’s excited to pick paint colors with you. 

He usually uses his balcony as his front door and flies up to his apartment. He will give you a ride. 

He’s a big cuddle bug and a huge introvert. When he’s at home he’s a ton more cuddly and touchy than he is at work. At work he puts on a bit more of a tough, boss facade, but at home he just wants to curl up on the couch and read books as much as possible. 

His house is noticeably quiet. He doesn’t watch loud movies. He doesn’t listen to loud music. When he does play video games, he wears headphones. He likes a peaceful atmosphere at home. 

If the reader struggled with depression: 

He would be very sympathetic and want to get you help from a doctor because he’s very data driven. He likes to learn everything possible about a subject before he takes action. He’d probably want to go to some of your doctor’s appointments with you just to make sure you’re getting the help you need and that he is doing everything right to help you

He would be really gung-ho about treatment and help you organize your medications, buying you cute little pill containers to put them in

He would definitely let you stay home on days you just weren’t feeling up to it because really he’s more worried about you than how you behave as an employee. He will always want to cuddle with you when you just want to stay pressed in the couch and sometimes read you books while you take your depression naps

However, he would be really strict about doctor mandated schedules, which might cause friction sometimes. He will drag you out of bed and make you do some exercise! He will chase you around with a water bottle and remind you to drink it! He will make you go to bed on time! He will insist on buying healthy food for meals! He will carefully watch your drinking and give you glasses of juice and say they are alcoholic when you are overdoing it. He’s not above tricking you when you are being silly or stubborn, but most of the time he’ll just fuck the sense into you.

[sergeantsporks]

Hi sporks! This is kiiinda a weird ask but do you have any ideas/resources for beginners learning to sew?

I know you've been at it for awhile, and idk where else to look lol

Oooo, okay, so I have Resources for Free Patterns

CholyKnight has a bunch of free patterns, and they're also rated by difficulty, so you can find ones that work for your skill level. There's also some explanations of how to do sewing stuff like darts and whatnot. Definitely great for beginners.

Mood Sewcity, more free patterns

Free Sewing, Patterns, these you can adjust with your measurements

Fleece Fun, these are relatively simple. It's where I got my cloak pattern. You do have to sign up for emails, but lots of patterns for free, and fleece is relatively inexpensive. Fleece is pretty good for starters, too, because it's a relatively strong fabric that doesn't fray but isn't too thick to sew through

As far as actual resources for learning, I don't really have much because I was taught to sew by my older sister and my mom, and I figured most other stuff out on my own. So I made some short things of basic stitching stuff

This one is called a running stitch. It's the first one I learned, and is really easy. Just back and forth through the fabric. I made the stitches pretty big here and in opposite colors from the cloth for visual reasons, but you want to pick thread closer to your cloth color, and the smaller your stitches are, the stronger they'll be. There is an exception to this, it's called "basting" and it's basically doing the running stitch but really big and loose. It's supposed to be temporary and just holds pieces in place until you do something else

This is just a way to anchor your running stitch with a knot. I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to do this, but I'm paranoid about my stitches coming out, and when you're doing it by hand as a beginner, they probably WILL come out, so. Yeah.

This one's called a "whip stitch" (I learned recently. I've been doing it for ages, didn't know the name). You're basically popping the edges together and sewing in little circles around them.

This one is a ladder stitch/slip stitch/invisible stitch, and I'm doing it kind of messily here, but the objective is to make your stitch invisible when you pull it tight. You're sort of sewing on the "inside" of the fabric, folding it over and making the thread go behind the fold so it's hidden, then pulling it over to the other side. I use this one to close up my plushies mostly.

Other Random Tips and Stuff:

A "seam allowance" is how much extra cloth you can put on the other side of the seam

You don't need a special cutting board/table for your fabric, I literally just use the floor or the kitchen table

Tacky glue is great for tiny pieces you don't want to sew, like eye shines. It does take some time to dry, though. I put books on top of the fabric to press it together. It will wash out, though, so don't use it on things you intend to throw in the wash

Get pretty good at hand sewing before you try messing with a sewing machine

Fabric scissors really do make a difference in cutting from regular scissors

If you look up "free fabric samples" a lot of cloth places will send you a few little squares of fabric. These are great for practicing and also figuring out different materials, and you don't have to pay for them

Felt is also pretty inexpensive and you can get it at most craft stores, even if they don't sell fabric by the yard. It's also good for details on plushies, like eyes. It is scratchy, though.

Pins are very helpful, but watch out because they will stab you

Little details and things are usually easier to sew by hand rather than machine, especially if there's curves on it. It's just not worth the hassle.

If you're making a plushie, pull the stuffing apart before you stuff it, or the stuffing isn't as soft/it clumps up.

Don't start with a huge major sewing clothes project. My first sewing stuff was making dresses for my barbies when I was 10 and they were literally just tubes with straps on them. I was pleased with this. Trying a big project first will probably just be frustrating, so get used to basic sewing stuff first.

Yeah, I think that's most of it! Let me know if you have any other questions or let me know what you end up making! Other sewing people feel free to add on

[possibilistfanfiction]

Hi! I just wanted to say I love everything you write for warrior nun (& butch bea especially!!) If you're ever in the mood to write more ficlets can I put in my vote for something about mary and ray? the part about them made me so happy !

[a little something!]

'don't laugh at me,' you say, coming downstairs from your guest room at beatrice and ava's to where they're sitting and doing a puzzle at the kitchen island. well, beatrice is doing the puzzle, diligently finishing the edges, while ava just kind of sits and stares. it's... kind of ridiculous, but beatrice had been hurt; there's still a bruise on the back of her head, turning green now — painful, and healing — and the brace over a compression sleeve on her leg. but she's only using one crutch now, and the incision down her stomach has knit together fully now. she's a little stir-crazy, you think, but also pretty tired still — and has been relegated from olympic-level judo to things like puzzles, so, of course, ava had come home with ten of them.

'we'll definitely laugh at you,' ava says, looking up with a grin.

'why wouldn't we?' beatrice asks, attention still on the puzzle pieces.

you sigh. you're happy for them — so, so happy — but the two of them together are also the bane of your fucking existence. ava makes beatrice's shoulders relax, makes a big smile stretch on her face, makes her laugh, every single day; beatrice makes ava brighter, which had seemed impossible, but now you watch them in their own home and you ache, you hug them tightly every night before they go to bed while you stay here while your apartment is finalized. they also, however, love to collectively make fun of you. no shooting allowed, in this new world, even though ava would still be fine. whatever.

'i'm — i'm going on a date.'

'oh, we know,' beatrice says. 'ray hasn't shut up about it for days.'

'so you know what we're doing? thank god, i have no idea what to wear.'

ava grins. dangerous. you could kick her off a cliff again, you really could. 'yeah, we can't tell you where though.'

you roll your eyes. maybe you could swipe a puzzle piece when they're at the beach, that would drive beatrice nuts. 'can you, like, advise an outfit, at least? i've worn all black forever but i don't think that's the vibe.'

'yeah, hot mercenary is not the theme.' ava grins. 'but i love shopping. and bea knows all the good spots.'

'okay, but not boring spots.'

'ava has never complained a day in her life about me being boring.' you just let it pan out from there, ava's adoring smile, the familiar scratch to the back of beatrice's head, so soft and careful, the way beatrice's hands still on their puzzle pieces and her chin lifting, just slightly, so ava bends near her, like a willow to water, and kisses her. eventually, beatrice turns to you. 'see?'

'i don't need you making out to know that you're into each other,' you grumble.

'oh, if you want to see us making out,' ava says, but beatrice puts a gentle hand on ava's wrist. 'okay, never mind. but... shopping! bea, do you feel good enough to go? otherwise i'll just facetime you everywhere.'

beatrice laughs. 'yes, i can go. i'll just sit while mary tries things on.' she turns toward you. 'i know it can be — daunting, to figure out who you want to be. maybe it won't be; ava's always enjoyed it.' ava preens. 'but we'll have fun; i'll take you places where there will be stuff you might be interested in. and, at any time, if you want to leave, just say the word.'

'okay,' you relent — you want to look good for your date, and, as you look at ava in her flowy wide-leg pants and especially beatrice, in a favorite, soft crew neck, you realize that you desperately, and joyfully, want to know who you are.

/

as promised, beatrice does take you to stores that have interesting clothes — expensive, not that that's anything you'd worry about at this point — and sneakers you had always wanted when you were younger. beatrice finds a pair of dunks that you think are both very clean and, as expected, extremely boring; you get a few that are more interesting, jordan 1s and 4s and a pair of union dunks. ava knocks over a whole rack of clothes, who knows how, but charms the attendant so much they end up laughing as she helps pick things up.

there are a few more stores, with t-shirts and flannels and perfectly fitting pants. they're fancy, you know, understated and cool, and everyone knows beatrice and ava; they're happy to see them, although everyone is worried about beatrice, who handles things like a champ: she's just fine, a cycling accident in spain; recovery has been easy and she's glad to be out of the house; yes, she wants that hoodie even though — with a laugh — she definitely doesn't need it, but ava will steal it anyway.

you can tell this one is beatrice’s particular favorite, because when ava holds the door for her and beatrice walks through — slowly, but steadily, fairly coordinated with her forearm crutch opposite the big leg brace, one of the attendants shoots forward. he’s, well, beautiful, with perfect braids and and dark skin, cargo pants and a pair of off whites you don’t even want to think about how much they cost.

‘beatrice,’ he says, seemingly torn between grinning and frowning, and wraps her in a careful, familiar hug.

‘hi jalen,’ she says, and then jalen hugs ava too, who smiles into his shoulder.

‘hey bud.’

‘i’ve missed you both,’ he says. ‘how are you feeling?’

‘much better,’ beatrice says. ‘i had a facial and a massage yesterday, and down to one crutch, so i can’t complain.’

‘first, still obsessed with your hair.’ he ruffles the top, and you’re a little floored, because beatrice just laughs. ‘and, secondly, ava, you’re okay?’

‘spick and span,’ she confirms, offering two dorky thumbs up that just come off, annoyingly, as charming.

‘jalen, this is mary,’ beatrice says. ‘one of my oldest friends. mary, this is jalen. he’s a regular at ava’s bar and my favorite stylist.’

‘quite the resume,’ you say, and shake his hand.

he smiles. ‘if only beatrice would add keiko’s boyfriend to that list.’

ava snorts. ‘we would if it was true.’

‘one day.’ he sighs. ‘anyway, what are we here for today? we just got the new aime leon dore crews, beatrice.’

‘while i will be getting one of those for sure,’ she says, ‘more importantly, mary has a date tonight! and, plus, needs some new things anyway. she’s been away on business.’

‘delightful.’ he looks you over. ‘i’m feeling a tasha cloud, arike ogunbowale kinda vibe.’ he smiles, excited. ‘what do you think?’

‘i’m into it,’ you say, your chest warming: beatrice knows you; she loves you; she wants to share her life and all the good things in it. she’s built it herself. she knows who will understand.

‘great! and, please tell me if you don’t like something. my feelings won’t be hurt at all, and we want you to feel awesome.’

‘that — yes,’ you say, a little choked up out of nowhere, and you spare a glance at ava and beatrice. beatrice has settled on a couch, her leg outstretched, while ava looks through some crews and holds them up for beatrice to pick a favorite. ‘that sounds perfect.’

jalen helps you find a few pieces you love, that you can mix and match for a number of outfits. it’s surreal, to get to choose what you want — to wear every day; to wear by the beach; to wear to drinks with your sisters, so in love it’s impossible to really be annoyed; to wear on a date.

eventually, beatrice starts to fade, slumping over on ava’s shoulder on the couch, her eyes fluttering, which makes you laugh — and then jalen too, who understands somehow, that she’s okay. or, at least, that she will be.

ava tells jalen to charge everything to their account; she’d told you when you’d first come that the church pays for whatever they want, and, plus, they have beatrice’s essentially infinite trust fund anyway. you leave with a few bags, but not before you ask jalen where he gets his braids done and he grins and gets your number to send you the information. it’s one of a few in your phone; your world grows every day.

/

'okay,' you say, looking at yourself in your mirror one last time. 'good?'

'you look sexy,' ava says, helpful as always, but bea laughs softly and squeezes your hand.

'you look amazing,' she says, and she really means it. ray hadn't told you much, just that it was casual and no pressure. she's known beatrice for a while now and so, you know, she seems to understand the hesitancy toward big things, a big life. beatrice has one now, and you want one too. it's different, so different than what you thought you would have. but it's not bad; in fact, most of the time it's good.

you tie a flannel around your waist for when it inevitably gets cooler later; you had your braids redone two days ago and your babyhairs are down perfectly. ava is basically vibrating when — endearingly, because she definitely has a key — ray rings the doorbell.

'go, go!' ava says, spinning you by the shoulders in the direction of the stairs. 'beatrice and i are going to ... stay in on your balcony, i guess. right, bea?'

it feels a little like they're your parents or something; whenever lilith visits she trudges along behind them like a teenager being dragged out of her bedroom. but beatrice's smile is gentle and she takes ava's hand. 'yes, i'll make sure that ava gives you your privacy.'

you take a deep breath and nod. 'wish me luck.'

'godspeed,' ava says. 'we definitely won't stay up late waiting on the couch to make sure you get home by your curfew.'

despite yourself, you laugh.

/

ray brings you flowers and you kiss her cheek and she smiles at you, bright in the setting sun, and takes off her sunglasses and opens your car door.

'this is about as lowkey as it gets,' she says, 'but i thought we could get some in n out and watch the sunset on the beach. i know you get to watch the sunset from beatrice and ava's every day, but i have a spot i love that i want to share with you. i brought some craft beer i like, if you want a drink.' she pauses, grips the steering while tight in her hands, and it sets you at remarkable ease when you realize — she's nervous too. she's excited too.

'that sounds amazing.' she smiles and it's worth it; it's so worth it.

she lets out a relieved breath. 'okay, sweet. do you have an in n out order?'

'i've never actually been.'

'god, that's a crime.'

'look, i've only been in california for a month.'

'that's a whole month!'

you laugh at her genuine dismay. honestly, you didn't think you would be staying; you hadn't even brought more than a few days clothes in a duffel when lilith teleported you. you had planned to stay and take care of beatrice and help ava for a week tops. but then, well — 'better late than never, right?'

'so much better,' ray says, and turns on good 90s r&b while you wait in what you think might be the world's longest drive thru, although when you say that ray just laughs. she's beautiful, and your mind drifts slightly when she licks her fingers after finishing her burger, the pink clouds washing over the both of you. there are a few streaks of grey coming into the inky black of her hair, a mess of curls, and you wonder what it might be like to tangle your hands in it. to let her kiss you. to touch her back.

you talk about everything and nothing at once: who you are, but not the worst parts. not yet.

the sun sets and you put your flannel on and ray grins. 'you look really good,' she says.

'thanks. i — beatrice took me shopping.'

'ah,' ray says, 'my favorite activity to share with her. i love when she charges things to her account.'

'it was pretty sweet, honestly. i — well, you knew her, when you first met. getting out of our old line of work, at least for me, it's a lot of just... trying to figure out who i am now. who i want to be.'

'well, if tonight is anything to go by, and how highly beatrice and ava speak of you, who you are is incredible.'

you duck your head, busy yourself with gathering the napkins from dinner and putting them in the bag. you lift your head and the sun sits gold on the horizon behind ray's head. you almost laugh, then, in a little bit of disbelief — the kind of blessing you are just coming to understand. thank you, shannon, you pray. when ray smiles at you, her eyes squinting in the light, you allow yourself to really wonder: there is a halo around her head, some kind of saint, some kind of holy.

you wonder about resurrections and how ava loves so full, how beatrice is quiet and attentive and so deeply herself, now. you wonder about all of it — hell and grace and the rough orange blanket beneath you and the apartment you'd just gotten approved for, the scar along your shoulder from years ago and how often it rains here. you wonder about all of it, as you cup ray's jaw in your hand as gently as you can and ask is this okay? and she smiles — yeah, of course — and kiss her, in the remnants of the sun and the inky dusk setting in over the waves. the tide goes out, and a beautiful woman kisses you. it's a life. it's one hell of a life.

she holds your hand on the drive back to beatrice and ava's house, and when you open the front door ava scrambles up the stairs to, you guess, act like she wasn't watching out the front window, but beatrice still has her crutch and just waves from the couch, nonplussed. ray had walked you to the door and kissed your cheek and heads back to her car with a little wave in beatrice's direction, and you close the door.

'did you have a good time?' she asks, sleepy and looking like she'd showered earlier, comfortable with her leg propped on a few pillows and a heating pad on her stiff hip.

you sit next to her and then ava flings herself in the middle of you. beatrice lets out a little oof but she laughs, and ava climbs practically on top of her without any resistance. you'll never have a love like that, you're pretty sure, in this life or any of the next, because ava is ava — exuberant and unrelenting and desperately kind — but the quietness is good too. the small intimacies. 'i had a wonderful time.'

'good,' ava says, a kind of totality you're just beginning to understand: things are good. things should be good. 'bea has been falling asleep for an hour —' beatrice pouts — 'but, brunch tomorrow, maybe? i want to hear all about it.'

'yeah,' you say, a little overcome, thinking about the sunset and in n out and what it felt like to kiss someone kind after all this time; thinking about what it was like to come back to people who love you, who want you to be happy — your sisters. 'that sounds perfect.'

and it isn't perfect: beatrice is still hurt and grumpy, which makes ava grumpy, but it's beautiful and smells like the ocean and you eat whatever you want, with no plans for the day. it's not perfect, but it is good. it's a home, and a life, and you let yourself wonder about it all as you steal potatoes from ava's plate and she swats at your hand with a laugh, the sun high in the sky.