#and I have to sit here knowing that I was a swimmer too but none of the guys on my team were ever that hot

[enter-drfrog]

Toby Hemingway as Reid Garwin in The Covenant (2006) is genuinely so hot. But like Sebastian Stan as Chase Collins is really hot. And Chace Crawford as Tyler Simms is also hot. And. And. And. I love this movie

[eddiemunsonw]

Gossip in town

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You and Steve love a good gossip. There's some joy in talking about other people's misery to distract from yourself from your own miserable dating life, right? Besides, that's what friends do. Right? 'Cause that's what you are. Friends.

CW/Disclaimer: Uhhhh some s m u t. Other than that just romance, banter, cute shit. Maybe the cute shit deserves a warning too.

Author's note: We love to say that Steve enjoys to gossip, so I figured I'd drabble something out. Turned a little longer than planned!

Words: 4983

“You need to make him stop coming in here, he’s ruining our brand!”

As you heard Romaine, your colleague, complain, a smile plays on your lips. That could only mean one person.

Steve.

Romaine glared at him from behind the table she was folding clothes at and he raised his brow with little interest. His sailor outfit was a stark contrast to the high-end fashion you sold in the store you worked at and you thought it was the funniest thing ever. The first week, Steve had been too embarrassed to even leave the ice cream parlor. By now, he couldn’t give two fucks. And knowing Romaine hated it only made him come by twice as often.

“Y/N, Y/N!”

His impatient calls made you giggle and you revealed yourself from around the corner to put yourself into his field of vision. He gave a nod of recognition and then started to approach you with big steps.

“I’m taking my break,” Romaine announced, in an attempt to keep you from going anywhere. One person always needed to be in the store, and it was just you two that day. Steve knew about this rule by now, so he rolled his eyes, grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the fitting rooms.

“Still technically in the store,” he mumbled, flashing you a grin as he took note that none of the fitting rooms were being used. With one smooth move, he pulled back a curtain, nudged you inside, followed and closed the curtain again behind him. He was a little out of breath, either from excitement or because he fucking jogged to your side of the mall. Must have been a sight for sore eyes.

“You were fucking right,” he hissed, not wasting a second as he spilled the tea. You covered your mouth to prevent a gasp and he pulled your hand away as he nodded. He needed not to tell you what, or who it was about. It had been the main topic of your latest gossip, so it was obvious he was talking about Ben Swimmer, one of his old classmates. Steve rested his palm flat on the wall behind you, kind of locking you into the corner of the fitting room.

“Yes, yes keep that mouth open, cause there’s more.”

His excitement was mixed with disgust, given by his expression. His fingers tapped a rhythm on the wall. You swallowed. Not sure if that had to do with the story at all, as you looked up at him.

“No… What is it?!” you asked impatiently. Steve smirked, loving to keep you on edge, and leaned a little closer because that’s what you do when you gossip.

“He wasn’t just cheating on Tessa with Vivian, but also with Brenda…”

“No…” you whispered, giving him a look of disbelief, mouth in fact still agape. Steve cocked his hip to the other side and nodded several times in a quick motion.

“Oh yes. He came into Scoops with her just now, in broad fucking daylight. And guess who also popped up at the mall?”

“Tessa. Of fucking course.”

Steve nodded.

“Tessa. So they’re sitting there eating their ice cream with two spoons, all gooey and sickeningly adorable if he hadn’t been a dick… when Ben sees Tessa, but she hasn’t seen him yet. So I’m watching, right, and suddenly Ben looks at me and tells me to let him go out the back with Brenda.”

“Oh now he wants to talk to you. Dick.”

Steve clapped his thigh with his free hand and made a gesture.

“Right?! So I said that was against company policy and that I unfortunately couldn’t help him. And then I walked forward and accidentally knocked a chair over,” he grinned as he replayed it in his head, “gathered a bit of attention, so weird,” his eyes widened as he spoke, “Tessa’s attention too. You should’ve seen it. I wish you could’ve seen it.”

His sigh filled the small space as he leaned his head back against the thin wall of the fitting room. He knitted his brows together and dropped his hand from the wall to your shoulder, closing his eyes momentarily as he let his brain catch up with his mouth. He seemed a little lost in thought, with his hand gently massaging your shoulder and his chin tipped up towards the ceiling. He didn’t move his head as he looked down at you and you wondered if he had any idea what he looked like right now. Somehow all the adorable-ness his outfit gave him was taken away and replaced for something else by just that one glance along the bridge of his nose.

“Was she mad?” you asked.

“Oh, she was seething. Shouted all sorts of shit at him. I had a lot of cleaning to do after she threw her milkshake in his face, but it was worth it. According to Ben I’m dead by the way. So now you know who to name as a prime suspect, should I ever disappear.”

“He better not.”

Steve shrugged.

“Would be worth it.”

—

The bell above the door of Family Video clanged as you rushed in. Robin lifted her head but was clearly still counting some tapes in her head as she gave you a vague greeting and immediately focused back on her task at hand. Steve on the other hand, immediately poked his head above an aisle and approached you even before you could reach the counter.

“Jake’s gonna ask Trisha to marry him after graduation.”

You gasped and immediately punched his chest, causing him to “oomph” and giving you a look of disbelief. Before he could ask why you punched him, you gave him the answer.

“I came all the way here to tell you that! How’d you even find out?!”

Steve grinned and grabbed the hand you punched him with as he noticed you were subconsciously rubbing your fingers over your knuckles.

“Overheard Brenda and Kate talk about it here earlier,” he said with a nod towards the romcom aisle.

“Ugh,” you groaned, “for once I thought I would have something good to tell you…”

Your pout deepened as you crossed your arms, shaking off his touch. Steve simply replaced it by putting his hand on top of your folded arms, his fingers walking a path from your elbow towards your wrist.

“You did! I just knew it already,” Steve said with a chuckle. He watched you pout for a little longer as his fingers played with the hair tie on your wrist absentmindedly. You were too focused to keep up the play that you didn’t notice his hesitation.

“Hey, wanna watch a movie tonight?”

Just then, as if on cue, Robin poked her head above the horror aisle.

“Yes!”

Steve glanced backwards and smiled softly at Robin, though as he nodded his expression looked a little off. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek until he saw you nod and released some of the tension he was subconsciously holding.

“Yeah let’s. Which movie?”

Steve shrugged. He hadn’t really thought of that. By now he had watched too many to count and there were only so many times you could watch the same movie in a week. He picked up the hair tie between his fingers and let it snap back on your wrist as he bit back a smile. You glared at him playfully, looking for something you could do in return. For a moment, he watched you in stunned silence as you brought your hand up to his neck, trailing your fingers through until you reached the back and yanked at it. Steve gasped and grabbed your hand, twisting you around until he had both your hands behind your back, his chin tucked into your shoulder.

“Caught you.”

As you relaxed in his arms, his breath tickled your neck. Somehow, neither of you had noticed Robin rounding the aisle and as she stopped in front of you, an impatient huff left her lips.

“Well? What movie, guys?” Steve froze around you for a moment and you slowly felt his grip loosening until he stepped aside to check out some of the movies they had.

“Uh…”

You held onto your own arms, realizing your cheeks were heating up and you took a quick few steps towards the door.

“I’ll let it be a surprise, see you tonight! Your place, I assume?” you asked Steve without looking at him.

“Yeah, sure.”

You left and Steve busied himself browsing through the movies with his fingers without remembering any of them.

“You seemed disappointed when I joined movie night.”

Steve gave her a harmless glare.

“Huh? No I wasn’t.”

Robin gave him an empathic smile.

“If you say so.”

Steve shook his head with a laugh.

“We’re just friends, Rob. It’s not like that.”

—

3 years later

It was a Saturday night and you sat on the couch in Steve’s apartment, where you spent so much time you should honestly start paying rent. Not to mention all the products that you had in his bathroom, and the spare set of clothes in his closet. It was a little much, but your home was cramped, and it had been hard to find a place of your own that you could actually afford.

Steve had found a part time job as a basketball coach and filled the rest of his time either with you, Robin, the kids or his failed dates.

But mostly you.

“Do we really have to watch this romantic piece of bullshit?” Steve groaned, flipping over the tape in his hand. It looked small when he held it, somehow.

“Hey now,” you shushed him, “just because Jillian didn’t let you get into her pants doesn’t mean romance is a no go now. Besides, it’s my day to pick.”

You got up to put the tape in and when you sat back, his arm was already waiting for you. His blunt fingernails teased your shoulder as you settled against him.

“She would’ve let me, I was so sure of it. But after she came back from the bathroom she suddenly acted so fucking weird…” Steve mumbled as he thought back on it.

“Maybe she suddenly got her period?” you opted. That surely was something that could make you want to flee out of nowhere. Steve rolled his eyes.

“So? There are pads and tampons,” Steve sighed. They were yours, or so Steve had said when you had asked why there were pads and tampons in a little basket in his bathroom. So you didn’t have to bring your own all the time, had been his reasoning. It was sweet.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know.” “Or maybe she thought you had a girlfriend you were cheating on,” you offered gently. Steve groaned and leaned his head all the way back on the headrest.

“Robin said the same. But if I had had a female roommate no one would bat an eye, so what’s the big deal you’ve got some of your stuff in here?”

“Well, because you don’t have a roommate, I guess?” you suggested with a shrug. His fingers lay flat on your shoulder now, giving it a light squeeze on occasion as he was thinking.

“Whatever. I don’t want a girl that can’t communicate anyway. Like, remember that whole ordeal with Nigel and Yessica? All that drama when it could’ve been solved if they had just asked each other rather than leaving it up to the town’s gossip?”

“Yeah, well… at least it gives us something to discuss.”

Steve nodded, but it seemed that he already was too lost in his own thoughts.

“I want someone who’s straight forward. Honest but kind. Funny. Warm. Also witty, sarcastic… just someone I can spend all day with without being bored. Where I can fully be myself without worrying about anything,” Steve mumbled.

“They’re out there, Steve, I’m sure of it.”

He glanced at you, face a little too close for comfort.

“What about you, then? When was the last time you dated?”

“Uh… Rick.”

Steve scowled.

“Rick.”

“He was fine.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Oh please. If you told me he had bodies buried in his garden I’d believe you.”

This time you rolled your eyes, sitting up a little so he had to remove his arm.

“Yeah, of course you would, because you hated him for no fucking reason.”

Steve’s lips thinned a little but he gave you your space. Leaned back a little, though he kept his thigh against yours.

“I had many valid reasons. For one: He sucks.”

You laughed dryly and shook your head.

“That’s an opinion, not a reason. You basically chased him away.”

“For the better! You know I’m right.”

“If it were up to you, none of the guys are a good fit for me.”

Steve watched as you got up from the couch to grab a beer and wordlessly asked for one too. You sat down on the far end of the couch, away from Steve. He took a sip without removing his gaze from you and lifted one leg on the couch so he could turn to face you.

“Because they’re not.”

“So it’s me.”

Steve frowned and shook his head. Somehow he had shifted closer on the couch without you noticing. His knee touched your thigh.

“What? No. It’s all of them.”

“My standards are just too high, I guess.”

Steve shook his head, his hand finding your knee.

“Shut up, they’re not. You deserve someone who actually appreciates you. All of you.”

A silent implication there, considering he knew all about your dating life. After Rick, you hadn’t even bothered. You dated them only to numb the pain of listening to Steve’s date stories. And since for some reason Robin refused to listen to them, you were the designated person to tell.

Thanks, Robin.

“Yeah, well, so do you.”

He gazed into your eyes, his face so much closer than you had anticipated when his finger lifted your chin gently.

“I appreciate all of you,” he said softly. You watched him silently as you connected the dots of his earlier spoken words to his current ones. His thumb caressed your cheek as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

“You’re… we’re friends,” you said softly, too scared to trust what his words implied.

“Can’t we be more?” Steve asked, his voice soft as silk.

“Can we?” you whispered.

Steve nodded, his gaze dropping to your lips as he leaned in closer.

“Yeah.”

He cupped your jaw a little stronger as he kissed you, as if he was scared you’d slip from his fingers the moment his lips brushed yours. You leaned forward, his hand resting on his chest. He let out a sweet sound when your fingers happened to brush his nipple and you used that leverage to swing your leg over his lap. His hands found your waist easily as he teared away his lips from yours to explore your neck.

“Ah, Steve,” you whispered, encouraging him to continue. You let your hands roam over his chest until that wasn’t enough and you let them dip under the hem of his shirt. He broke his attack on your neck to look at you hungrily as he lifted his arms above his head to take off his shirt, followed by a hesitant brush of his fingers along yours. With a nod, you gave him the permission to take it off and the look of appreciation at the sight made you feel warm inside. His hands found your waist again as he buried his face in your chest, licking the crevice of your boobs all the way up to your neck.

You felt how hard he was when you shifted your lips and a groan left him.

“Steve… when you said, more, what did you mean?” you asked softly.

Steve leaned back to look at you, eyes searching your face with urgency.

“I— Like, everything? Sorry— Did I… is it too much? Am I too much?” he rambled, a sudden nervosity taking over his system as his hands dropped from your body.

“No! No, Steve, you’re never too much, silly,” you told him quickly, smoothing out the frown in his forehead with your thumb. “I just wanted to make sure this isn’t like a… friends with benefits thing, for you,” you grunted out, cheeks heating up.

Steve let out a relieved sigh and his hands found your waist again, gently digging into your pliant skin.

“I’ve been your friend with benefits for all I can remember. Your kindness, sarcasm, wit, humor, honesty… all of that and more I have benefitted from for the longest time. I just… I’d want, like, to be your boyfriend with benefits. To have it all but to have all of you as well. Want you to be mine, Y/N. Mine only,” he told you sincerely. His eyes slowly turned a little mischievous as your smile relaxed and he moved his hands up to squeeze your boobs as he bit down on his bottom lip with a smile.

“And if that means I also get to, kiss you and stuff, all the better,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“And stuff, huh?” you mumbled affectionately, your thumbs finding his nipples to rub slow circles. Steve’s eyes rolled back and he nodded as he bit back a groan.

“Uh-huh,” he sighed, “god, keep doing that.” A beat. “Please.”

You smirked and rolled your hips slowly against his.

“So polite,” you murmured as your lips found his neck.

“I - ah - would like to say I was raised that way but I guess I’ve just always had it in me,” he said with a chuckle while his hands toyed with the sweatpants resting on your hips still. You laughed softly and hummed in agreement.

“It’s a little too hot for these sweats, don’t you agree?” he asked then, a finger teasing along the waistband.

“Yours too.”

“Can I keep my socks on?”

You leaned back and gave him a glare as he burst out laughing.

“See?! Rick was not fine at all.”

“Shut up. What about Layla with her “call them mommy milkers” spiel?”

Steve bit his lip with a smile.

“That never happened, actually. Tried to make you jealous and failed.”

“You thought that would make me jealous? It just made me reconsider my crush on you.”

“Ouch?”

“Just not big on the whole mommy thing.”

“Yeah, well, me neither.”

Steve kissed your collar bone and let his hands slide down your back to grab two handfuls of your ass. You let out a sweet noise, edging him on.

“Back to point one…”

“Back to Rick with his Star Wars socks during sex…”

He pushed you against him, rolling his hips just in time. Not even Rick with his socks on could ruin this feeling for you. Steve moaned softly into your neck as he found just the right angle for the best amount of friction.

“He came within a minute.”

“Assumed as much. Could tell you were lying your tits off when you said it was somewhere between two and five minutes. As if anyone times that.”

“You said you could last fifteen.”

“Cause I can!”

“So you timed it,” you told him dryly.

Steve rolled his eyes and pushed down your sweats, making you get up to take them off so he could do the same.

“I can last as long as you need,” he promised you, “and look, my socks are off.”

“Still wearing too much clothes,” you mumbled as you snapped the waistband of his boxers. Steve laughed and turned you around so your back was facing the couch. His lips traveled down your chest as he unclasped your bra with one hand, not wasting a second to circle his tongue around one of your nipples as his fingers squeezed the other not too gently, eliciting a yelp from you. You yanked at his hair and he laughed breathily around your nipple.

“Like it when you do that,” he admitted. “Nearly had me chub up when you did it that one time.”

He didn’t need to tell you which time. It had been the one and only time you both had let it come a little too close for comfort. At least, too close to keep up the pretense that you weren’t into each other.

“Could tell. Your cheeks turned pink.”

Steve’s lips explored your stomach while his hands squeezed and fondled your curves. He hooked his fingers around your underwear and easily pulled them down while his lips followed the fabric until there was nothing covering your pussy. He barely let you step out of them before he pushed you down on the couch and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He took his sweet time kissing up your thighs, though you could feel through the tremble of his fingers that he was as impatient and nervous as you were. You had been watching him worship your thighs with his eyes closed, but the moment his lips wrapped around your clit he gazed up at you through his lashes.

“Steve…”

He grinned against your skin and slowly licked a stripe along your swollen lips, gathering juices to slicken up your clit with. Your hand was back in his hair before you knew it, his head bobbing as he started to eat you out hungrily. Noisily. Hands digging into the plush of your thighs as he opened them wider for better access. That fucker knew he was good at this.

Your hips bucked up to grind against him in tune with your moans and he strengthened his grip to keep in control of the pace, which he then brutally slowed down. You were about to complain when suddenly he went to town on you at full speed, his nose hitting your clit just right. The grip on his hair was none too gentle and you felt his warm moans vibrating against you. His tongue lapped at you impatiently, eyes focused on your flushed expression. He relished in the feeling of your thighs tightening around his face when you came all over his tongue.

He bullied your clit a little longer, smirking against your thigh before kissing it as you pinched his cheek to stop him. When he got back on his feet, you noticed his boxers had disappeared without you noticing. His cock was hard, the head slick from precome.

Wordlessly, you shifted on the couch and grasped his thighs to pull him close. He cupped your cheek, unable to hold back a moan as you wrapped your lips around the head and sucked none too gently. Soon enough, his hand was holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail despite letting you decide on the pace. You loved taking control. When you looked up as you bobbed your head noisily, he threw his head back with a groan. He needed to look away if he wanted this to last longer than a goddamn minute. You smirked around his cock and picked up the pace, relentlessly taking more and more of his length until your nose brushed the coarse hair above his base.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N…”

He couldn’t help himself, his grip tightened on your hair and you felt him quickly thrust his hips. You let him and absently realized this was the first time you enjoyed the salty taste of his come in the back of your throat. He broke it off halfway, giving your cheek a sweet caress before turning around to grab a condom that he apparently stored in the drawer of the coffee table. You impatiently slapped his ass, making him yelp and accidentally tearing the first condom.

“Menace, that was a perfectly fine condom,” he complained with his back to you, and you could tell he was smiling. You shrugged and leaned forward giving the spot you slapped a kiss instead. And then a nibble.

“Your ass looks biteable, y’know that?” you mumbled, kneading his ass with a longing sigh as you remembered all the times his ass had looked so good in his jeans.

Steve laughed.

“Yeah, well, so does yours.”

He turned around, condom wrapped and ready, though Steve seemed to hesitate.

“Second thoughts?” you asked, unable to filter your worries.

Steve scoffed and shook his head.

“Of course not, silly. I just— Come on.”

He grabbed your hand to pull you up and started guiding you to the bedroom.

“Want you to be comfortable,” he explained, and if that didn’t make you melt…

He propped up some pillows just perfectly and made sure you were comfortable before he positioned himself above you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss the part of your body that covered the heart that carried so much love for him. His hand slipped between you two, playing with you some more so he was certain you’d feel good once he’d go inside. He kissed you deeply, slowly, really taking his time compared to your first kiss. You both loved kissing. It was one of the many things you had shared complaints about when your dates weren’t into it as much. You had lost count how many times you had mentioned you could kiss for hours, secretly thinking of the other person.

Steve gazed into your eyes as he pushed inside slowly, his breath hitching as the sensations overtook his body. He moved without a rush, relishing being able to watch your expression as he fucked into you. His moans escaped from his lips whenever your lips weren’t against his to silence them. His tongue darted out to lick your ear and a gasp left you as he moved down and bit your neck. Your nails scratched his back as his thrusts became harder, your moans no longer contained by the press of your lips. You wrapped your legs around his hips, allowing him to fuck deeper. Sweat dripped from his forehead, mixing with yours as droplets found a way into your hairline.

“Y/N… baby, fuck…”

Slow, hard thrusts helped him ride out his orgasm while his hand flicking over your clit got you clenching around his cock until you knocked over the edge. The muscles in his arms were shaking as he kept himself from collapsing on top of you, so you poked his side to make him collapse anyway.

“Oof,” you groaned, followed by a laugh.

“I was trying not to crush you,” Steve mumbled into your neck, humming pleasantly as he inhaled your shampoo.

“Maybe I wanted you to crush me. Needed some pain to know if this was all real.”

“Sure hope it’s real. Never came this hard.”

You snorted.

“It didn’t take fifteen minutes, though,” you told him, even though you had no idea.

“I told you I’d last as long as you needed me and uh, by the way you tried to clench my dick off I think I did just fine,” he responded cockily through a giggle.

“Touché,” you mumbled.

“Mmmm.”

Steve gave you a kiss, slowly, sweetly. He rested his head next to yours, slowly moving his body off of you in favor to pull your leg over his waist as he cuddled you close.

“Would it be too soon to tell you that I love you?” Steve asked, looking at you with what you could only describe as love in his eyes.

“Normally that’s a definite red flag, even you said so,” you said teasingly as you combed your fingers through his damp chest hair. “But if I said I love you too, then that would make two red flags, and two negatives is a positive, right?”

Steve shrugged, a smile spreading on his face.

“I’m sure there’s an argument against that, but I was never good at math anyway.”

“Me neither.”

Steve smiled and put his hand on top of yours.

“I love you.”

You leaned in for a soft kiss.

“I love you too.”

He watched you quietly, content and happy. At least, until a frown formed on his forehead and he cursed softly.

“What is it?”

“I lost the bet.”

You pushed lightly against his chest.

“This better not be one of those movie plots where you pretend to fall in love with someone for a bet and then supposedly actually fall for them and shit,” you tell him with narrowed eyes, although you knew Steve would never do that.

Steve laughed and shook his head.

“Nah, Robin bet me that I’d sleep with you the moment we’d confess our feelings to each other, and yes I say each other because she was convinced you liked me too and I did not believe her. So I said bet, because I thought this,” he said as he gestured between you both, “was never gonna happen. So… yeah. Well. No regrets, though, obviously,” he mumbled, stealing another kiss.

“What did you bet for?”

“Taking her shift every Saturday, even if that means a double shift for me,” Steve groaned, “and you know what she said? She said: ‘It will be for the better, because I know you two. I don’t wanna be around when you fuck like rabbits in the adult section.’ as if we’d ever—”

You gave him a look.

“Okay, she was probably right but still! Ruthless, that one.”

“She’s gonna be soooo smug…” you mumbled.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be hell.”

“I’ll just ravish you on a random Tuesday to torment her,” you shrugged and Steve laughed.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Thought you would.”

His hand wandered over your thigh and he smirked slowly.

“Wanna take a shower? There’s a girl who left basically all her toiletries here so I’m sure there’s something you can use.”

“How convenient.”

“Very.”

Steve’s gaze was absolutely smitten, and you were pretty sure your expression matched his perfectly.

FIN

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[uchihaharlot]

Yandere Uchihas with an innocent S/O who doesn't know that he wants to baby trap the S/O.

I think that when an Uchiha wants to get you pregnant… there’s really nothing in the way of stopping them, that being said.

NSFW; Uchiha’s pumping you full of their hot sticky baby batter; Madara breeding; Obito ignorantly blissed; Shisui manipulation; Itachi sexual coercion.

Madara:

lol. This ain’t a baby trap for him. Your body was designed to specifically carry his offspring. Plus it’s the Warring States Era… everyone was fucking without protection. And that includes when Madara has you bunched up beneath him.

He’s not really shy about this either. While sex talk is hot as hell, Madara makes no laughing joke about how fucked out and stuffed full of his genes and babies you’ll be. You’re the perfect woman and you need to be his flesh light. His baby factory, so to speak. Bred until you can hardly breath.

And ma’am, he’s rough when fucking your overly used cunt. Day after day of incessant breeding, him hitting it all the way to your cervix when he cums to make sure his swimmers are close as close gets to your womb. Excellent thing you’re a good little girl and take it all night. The sheets get changed regularly since you have about six or eight loads pumped into you and each load gets fucked out as the other is pumped in. It also takes Madara a looong time to cum inside of you, so you’re basically cumming several times, prepping his cock to empty itself. He just really enjoys seeing how overstimulated you get and how that pussy massages his cock dry. ‘Just a bit more little bird…’ And it sounds so sweet to your exhausted self, but he’s so menacing when it comes to it.

Obito:

I hate to say this but if there were ever an unfortunate enough Uchiha to get baby trapped…. It’s this man here. Our poor Obito is a bit too trusting and a little dense at times. But like, sex feels so so good and he’s touched starved. So when you sit on his fat cock for the first time and fuck him stupid. Any and all sexual education he did have, is wiped free from his mind. You just feel so good in his lap, so wet and warm on his aching length. Especially when you own him this way, Obito can’t think.

Tobi, is a good boi. And if you tell him that, he’s gonna burst fast and heavy in your plush velvety walls without a care. It’s just feels so damn good for Obito to actually cum inside of you, and since he’s rarely sticking his cock often in anyone. He won’t feel the slightest bit nervous when you joke about wanting a little Uchiha in you because, well, it’s hot as fuck. So as many times as you want, he’ll coat your insides until gravity works against his cum and it drips out of you as you ride him through each of his and your orgasms. Which it’s safe to say that if you’re cumming, he is too.

Shisui:

He didn’t really want to do this to you. I mean, yes he wants everyone to see that cute belly of yours cradling his Uchiha baby but also… he knows you’re not entirely ready. So Kotoamatsukami for you, miss. You are none the wiser since Shisui doesn’t even need to look you in the eye while using his ultimate technique. This is a very egregious act and an abuse of power. Shisui justifies it because you have talked about children of your own. Just not making them yet. Shisui, I think, has a heavy conscience over it but when you’re whining for him to fuck a baby in you because your mind has been inundated with thoughts of his hot cum. It’s a non issue in that moment.

Palms splayed all over your stomach when you both cum. Admiring the flat of your stomach and visualizing how plump and delicious you’ll look with his growing seed. Holding your hips roughly when you squirm from being so taut and full of his cock pumping you raw and full.

You just look so sexy like this. Begging him for an Uchiha baby, even if it is manipulative, Shisui is in heaven. ‘Please, Shisui…’ is your vocabulary for the next few hours. This is his passion now. Shisui gets really into filling your soft hole with his seed, very desperate soft whines each time he cums inside of you. That much closer to his goal . If you end up squiring on him, well that’s another two loads to make up for the one you washed out. ‘Tisk, there goes all my hard work, baby. You need more now…’ Gods, his sex out voice is so low and hoarse too 🥵

Itachi:

Any sort of insolence on your side about having his baby is just ending with you tossed into Tsukuyomi. You should have agreed with this man from the get go. Though you might think this is a safe zone for acting out his deplorable behavior. He will fuck you into submission until your willing and eager for it. Just throws you in there and locks the key until he is done. Fucking you senseless until you are in agreeance of him cramming your insides with a baby. It takes only three seconds for him to coerce you from an outside perspective, but yet it’s been nearly a lifetime in there for you.

Consider yourself more fortunate with his good graces if you end up in this situation, agreeing and whatnot. Itachi is persistent when it comes to actually making sure you fall pregnant. Though he doesn’t believe that the more loads of cum you take in a single session actually makes a difference. He will breed you for the novelty of it. It’s just been one of those things whispered in the shadows and plus. It feels so damn good having you whining underneath him this way and hey, yea. Baby making sex is hot as hell. So you really are wanting this. Itachi is typically a soft lover. Very sensual, but like this? Now you know why he was so desperate for your cooperation. The man is insatiable and ends up cumming several times over, especially when he sees how into it you are. How quick you climax the first time he raws you. 🫠

[wish-i-were-heather]

A FOOL FOR YOU PT 4⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X READER

ABOUT: 2642 words, no use of y/n (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5)

STORY: well, y'know. you can't ignore a 911 text from a hawthorne

WARNINGS: none really, reader does struggle to swim tho and freaks out a little

TAGS: @littlemissmentallyunstable @gretag13 @lanterns-and-daydreams @whatsamongus @alwaysthefangirl @zuzanna-jadw1ga @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @low-caloriesmonsterultra @that-daughter-of-hephaestus @jimcarreyfann42 @ravishinglyliving @maybxlle - lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!

A/N: EEK I LOVED WRITING THIS. i didn't describe the reader's swimsuit because i don't know what everyone is comfortable with so i let you kinda imagine it however u want! i'm not sure how many more parts i can get out of this idea, there'll definitely be at least one more lmk what u think tho

He said please. 

Grayson didn’t lack manners. It’s not that he didn’t know how to say please and thank you. But he also wasn’t the kind of person to throw around a plea lightly. Grayson Hawthorne was, well, a Hawthorne. The name itself was a demand, not requiring a please. But he’d felt the need to say please to you. 

Maybe you were overthinking it. 

Or maybe you were still in denial, like Avery said you were. 

The texts came in at eight at night, too, which only raised more questions in your mind. If he wanted to talk to you, why hadn’t he just found you? Or simply texted you to meet somewhere? You didn’t understand why he’d felt the need to use the 911; you would’ve come if he’d just told you to go to the pool. 

Hawthornes did tend to have a flare for dramatics, you supposed. 

You had no idea why Grayson wanted you to meet him at the pool. He was a swimmer, sure, but that was very much his personal time. Grayson didn’t often appreciate people watching or joining him in the pool. But, you figured there was a chance he expected you to.

So you found yourself at her door again. Despite the faint conversation you could hear from inside, you knocked. 

Avery took longer than last time to open the door. “What’s up?” She asked. 

“Hey. Uh, do you have a swimsuit I could borrow?”

She frowned slightly, confused. “I mean I do, yeah, but why-”

You didn’t even have to say anything. You just showed her your phone screen with the text messages. Her eyes widened as she read them and she immediately opened the door wider for you. “Get the hell in here.”

Avery was already digging through the grand dresser. As you entered the room behind her, you noticed Jameson sitting on the floor in front of a deck of cards, giving you a curious look. “What-”

“Not now, Jamie,” Avery quickly answered. “Girl problem.”

That shut him up. 

“Don’t mind him,” she told you, turning back around with a few items in hand. “We were just playing solitaire.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Together? Isn’t that a one player game?”

“His idea, not mine. Managed to turn it into a competition too, somehow,” Avery shrugged. Jameson gasped dramatically but she continued before he could speak, bringing your attention back to why you asked for help. “So, I’ve actually never worn this one before, you could keep it if you want. Or-”

“That one’s fine,” you interrupted, taking it from her. “Can I change in your bathroom?” “Oh, uh, yeah, sure I guess,” Avery answered, clearly confused as to why you were so quick to answer. “Sorry, I’m just trying to get there as soon as I can. Thanks.”

You didn’t change completely, just putting it on and putting your clothes back on over it. You didn’t plan on getting into the water, but it was worth being prepared.

As you were stepping out of the room and thanking Avery, Jameson called, “Say hi to Gray for me.”

Your head snapped back. “What?”

“Come on,” he smirked. “He’s practically the only person who uses the pool, especially at this time. So tell him I said hi.”

Shaking your head, you just ignored him. Jameson was the type of person who could read people well, so odds are he probably already knew he was right. But you didn’t want to give even more of a reaction to him than you already had. 

Avery grabbed your arm though, before you left. “Hey, hey, good luck.”

You thanked her and left, just hoping Jameson wouldn’t try to watch from the window. 

~~

The cool night air hit you sharply as you stepped outside. It hadn’t been too chilly during the day, but you now found yourself wishing you were in more than just shorts and a thin hoodie.

Shivering, you made your way over to the pool. Your mind was racing the whole way there, but there wasn’t really anything else for you to be wondering. Grayson had asked for you to come to the pool, presumably either to swim with him or just because he was most comfortable there. Either way, it was pretty clear that he wanted to discuss what happened when he was drunk. But you still didn’t understand why he sent the 911. 

Good thing you were on your way to finding out. 

The pool deck was empty, save for a few lounge chairs. The fancy cushioned kind, the ones you would only find at a hotel. And the Hawthorne mansion, of course. 

On one of the chairs were two neatly folded towels- two. So he did expect you to get in the water with him? Where was he anyway? If he’d already brought out towels, why wasn’t he-

Splash.

You’d been too caught up in your thoughts and the sound of your heart racing in your chest to realize that Grayson was, in fact, already in the pool. Swimming laps because he was Grayson Hawthorne, so of course he was swimming laps when the sun had already set and the only light in the sky was that of the stars. 

Swimming had never really been your thing, so you didn’t know the exact stroke, but you would’ve been a liar if you said you weren't somewhat mesmerized. The way his arms went up and out, the way his fingers glided along the surface before entering the water once again. His legs kicked together, the movement fast and almost indiscernible under the blue of surrounding him. 

Grayson came up for air so quickly you couldn’t even make out his face, but your eyes caught on the way his hair flicked up with his head. It was certainly a skill, and he managed it so gracefully. You struggled to look away.

Thankfully, you were pulled out of your stare when he suddenly reached the wall nearest to you. Grayson’s hands touched the edge of the pool in perfect sync. You could see the red in his face, the tire he was giving himself from swimming. You wondered how long he’d been there before you found him.

Grayson met your eyes with a tired smile as he caught his breath. “You came.”

“You said 911,” you explained, sitting on the edge of the chair where he’d set the towels. “I figured it was pretty important.” 

“Yes, I did.” He nodded. “We do only get one of those a year, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention that to any of my brothers.”

“Got it.”

He was avoiding the elephant in the room. 

“Would you like to join me?”

You stared at him. “Excuse me?” 

“You’re excused,” he said. “Would you like to join me?”

Was he really just going to ignore the fact that he’d sent you such an urgent message? A 911 could’ve meant he was dying, for all you knew when you’d first received it. And what, it was because he wanted to go for a swim with you? There was more he wasn’t saying and you just wanted to yell at him to spit it out. 

Instead, you responded calmly. 

“Join you in the pool?”

Grayson looked you up and down and shook his head. “I suppose you can’t really, not without proper swimwear.”

You got in the pool in a suit when you were drunk, you didn’t say. 

“I have a bathing suit on under this,” you explained. “I just… why do I need to get in the water? Can’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

He took a deep breath. 

“I’ve decided I owe you an apology. For what happened.” You knew immediately what he was referring to. “I was reckless and foolish and unintentionally put the burden of myself onto you. It would have been easier for you to just leave me be, but you dealt with my mess. I appreciate that.” 

The silence that followed was only interrupted by the gentle lapping of the pool.

“See why I figured you should get in?” He asked. “We’d be at an even level. Better suited for such a conversation.”

“Or you could just get out,” you offered. 

“Please?” 

That word again.

Grayson Hawthorne knew what he was doing. 

“Fine,” you groaned, but really only half annoyed. You turned around as you began to take off the layers above the swimsuit, watching him in the corner of your eye as he looked away respectfully.

The cold hit you even harder now that you had removed your hoodie, and you hoped that the pool was well heated. 

“Okay, okay.” You began walking over to the edge of the pool where Grayson was. When his eyes found you, he stared for a little longer than normal before answering.

“You’re nervous,” he observed. “Can you swim?”

You shrugged, taking another step closer. “I know how to stop myself from drowning.”

Grayson moved out of your way and you sat on the edge of the pool with your feet getting wet. It was heated, thankfully. Comfortably so. No wonder he loved to come here at night. 

He was watching you silently. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and it was killing you. Not that anyone could ever tell what Grayson Hawthorne hid behind those piercing eyes, but yet another question amidst everything that had happened that week was too much.

Of course he’s a mystery, he’s a Hawthorne. 

Before you could overthink it even further, you got in.

The warmth of the water enveloped you, contrasting greatly with the chill of the night air. You were holding onto the wall, not planning on letting go because your swimming skills were just barely above that of a child starting swim lessons. But Grayson’s intense gaze kept your heart racing. 

He swam towards you, grabbing onto the wall a little closer but still leaving a respectful distance between you. “Do you know why I sent the 911?”

“No,” you admitted. “It scared me.”

“I apologize for that. I panicked.”

You hadn’t expected that confession from him.

“You panicked?”

He nodded slowly. “I was afraid you’d think less of me after how I acted. You haven’t spoken to me in days, so I wasn’t sure you’d come otherwise.” The vulnerability in his voice was tangible.

“It’s not that I’ve been trying to avoid you, Grayson,” you explained. “I just… I mean, you haven’t spoken to me either.”

“I thanked you, I thought we were past what happened. I didn’t think we needed to talk about it.”

“You thanked me and then flirted and walked away.”

Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Did I?”

“You know very well what you did,” you said, trying to hide the blush on your face. 

He swam a little closer. His voice dropped to the same sincere tone it had adopted back when he was drunk. When you’d told him to be careful and he’d cupped your face. When he said he’d never hurt you, never. 

“Perhaps I do. But that doesn’t change the fact that I burdened you with my drunk self.”

“You’re not a burden, Grayson,” you told him, also pushing yourself closer to him along the wall. “It was no problem, really. Just a little entertaining.”

He chuckled, and you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or bitter. 

The way he was looking at you was making you feel something. Something you couldn’t name but… didn’t quite hate. You started to move yourself a little closer to him until-

Splash.

Your hand slipped off the edge of the pool, accidentally sending you back. Not exceptionally far or deep into the pool, but enough to make you panic. You could keep yourself afloat, sure, but not when you were suddenly pushed away from the only solid thing keeping your head above water.

But before you could fully let the panic set in, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you upwards.

The sensation of being lifted was disorienting. You were overwhelmed by the sudden rush of water and movement, then the lack of water as your head reached the surface again. Even if you’d barely been below the water for a few seconds, you found yourself gasping for air. 

Grayson’s arm around you was the only steady thing in the chaos.

“Hey, hey” Grayson spoke, and it took a moment for your startled mind to process the words. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to focus. It took a moment for your breathing to calm down, but you helped yourself by rationalizing it; you’d been under the water for maybe five seconds, there was no need to panic so much.

The shock had just gotten you.

His voice broke through again, focusing your vision and hearing on him. “Just breathe, in and out. Nice and slow, just like that.”

You followed his instructions, taking deep breaths. Your panic began to fade, and you became painfully aware of how close he now was to you, the proximity at which he held you.

Grayson didn’t let go as you calmed down, simply keeping you tucked protectively in his arm as if the water was threatening you. He used his free hand to reach up and brush a wet strand of hair from your face behind your ear. The gesture was so gentle, so careful, that you felt your heart flutter.

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I think so. Thank you.”

He only nodded in return, his usually sharp gray eyes beginning to soften as he stared down at you. He didn’t move his hand away after moving the hair out of your face. It stayed there, lingering around your ear, until he decided to move down, cupping your face.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the first time that shirtless Grayson Hawthorne was holding your face in his large hands and looking at you in a way that was more than an annoyed glance. 

But it felt different this time. More intense, more real. 

He wasn’t drunk, not hungover; there was no doubt in your mind that he really meant everything. His eyes were still locked on yours with an emotion that you couldn’t quite place, yet somehow felt deep within your core. 

He leaned forward, so close to you that your foreheads were almost touching. His eyes fluttered shut and you realized what was happening only after you felt the words he whispered against your lips-

“I’m sorry.”

Grayson closed the small gap between you, gently pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, almost hesitant at first, like he was giving you the chance to pull away or tell  him to stop. But when you didn’t, when you leaned into the kiss, the arm around you tightened.

Your hands moved on their own, both sliding their way up to rest on his chest. He responded to your touch with a low hum that made you shiver despite the heated pool. 

His arm moved up to the back of your head, pushing you impossibly closer to him. The kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, like he was trying to express every emotion he’d been hiding for the past week. It was overwhelming, and for a moment nothing existed outside of you and Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.

When he pulled back, you kept your eyes closed. Grayson placed a small kiss on your forehead before resting it against his own. You were so close now, much closer than before, but that didn’t matter anymore.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” he admitted softly.

“Me too, Grayson,” you grinned. “Me too.”

When he kissed you again, he tasted like those stupid cherries he loved and felt like the end of the world.

the writing above belongs to me. please do not copy, modify, repost on other sites or claim as your own. © 2024 wish-i-were-heather

[majosullivan]

Castle Swimmer Dashboard Simulator

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If there’s one thing that I’ve learnt while traveling the sea, it’s that prophecies can really range from being the silliest of tales to the most horrific things you will ever of having the dismay of laying your eyes on

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Like I’ll visit one castle and their prophecy will be ‘It’s been destined that the beacon will use this frog to predict the future so we can prepare for it :)’ and then the next castle I visit will have a prophecy like ‘It is been foretold from centuries past that the beacon shall arrive and save us from a plague that has been taunting us since ancient time. Through sacrifical ritual, they shall free us from this torment’

#like who is coming up with these #are you guys doing okay???

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I heard there’s hot singles at the bottom of the God Mouth

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out of the way boys I’m about to GET IT

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got trapped in unending darkness surrounded by voices

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I’m currently traveling through the Purple Peaks and it’s absolutely gorgeous here! I have no idea why there seems to be so few people living here, it seems wonderful!

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GIANT CRAB, GIANT CRAB, GIANT CRAB-

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Does anyone else feel like the surface god is just toying with you how they please. They think they’re so funny. Well I’m about to be hilarious

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this feels so threatening, are you doing okay op?

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Being alive is so wonderful because there is so many beautiful places in the ocean you can explore and so many fascinating creatures you can see. However there are also the unending horrors

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The Blue Hills

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GUYS I MIGHT BE GOING INSANE BUT I’M CURRENTLY OUTSIDE TRAINING AND I SWEAR I JUST SAW ONE OF THE RULERS AT MY CASTLE GO FLYING OUT THE CASTLE WINDOW

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NOT INSANE, A GROUP OF HIS PEOPLE JUST CAME SWIMMING OUT CALLING AFTER HIM, OH MY GOD I CAN’T BREATH

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UPDATE: THEY’RE COMING BACK WITH HIM NOW AND HE MUST HAVE FALLEN INTO A SCHOOL OF PRETTY VICIOUS FISH CAUSE HE’S COVERED IN BITE MARKS AND THERE’S STILL ONE BITING HIM. I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING TO CRACK A RIB

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Alright guys which mini god from the ones y’all know about do you think you could take

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IN A FIGHT IN A FIGHT IN A FIGHT

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Blocked blocked blocked. None of you are seeing the light of the surface

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Life is so fucking unfair cause kelp dragons are SO beautiful and magnificent and enchanting and I would do ANYTHING to get up close to or even pet one, but the moment one would see me they would immediately try to swallow me whole like a shrimp

#they’re so pretty and for what #AND FOR WHAT?! #I just want to give them a little kiss on top of your head… #is that too much to ask?

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��� poisedposeidon Follow

THE BEACON IS TWENTY???

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THEY SHOULD BE AT THE CLUB…

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h

HUH?

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I’m sorry, the beacon is WHAT?

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No because like my castle’s prophecy is nearing 200 years old and I’ve met a ton of people whose prophecies are over twice that age. How in the name of the Surface God are they only 20?

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Okay this post just unlocked some long dormant memories in my brain and if I don’t talk about it with someone outside my castle I think I’ll lose my mind so you guys better be sitting down.

For some context: until around 7-8 years ago, my people were under almost constant threat of these giant sea snakes because they had unknowingly killed the head of their den. Savage things. Would take any opportunity to attack us. We couldn’t even find a new castle cause they would follow us everywhere. Because of all this, our elders ended up creating a prophecy, which stated that the Beacon would eat the carcass of the head snake, causing the rest of the sea snakes to leave us alone.

So when I was like 13, the Beacon had arrived at our castle to fulfil our prophecy, and as you can expect, we were all very excited and I remember trying to get to the front of the crowd as fast as possible to see them. They were like nothing I have ever seen before and have seen since, we all were in complete awe of them. However, the thing about them that ended up surprising me the most was that they were young. Like, pretty damn young. They looked a little younger than me. So while our monarch quickly went to make sure all the preparations were complete, they entrusted my parents with making sure the Beacon was comfortable, giving my family the opportunity to have small chat with them. Curiousity getting the better of me, I asked how old they were. 13. They said they’re 13 years old. They were MY age. I didn’t know what to do at that point and basically throughout the entire time our prophecy was being completed, my mind was just stuck thinking about if I was destined to eat that giant smelly snake

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Ex

EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME???

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WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

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I need a whole day to fully process that prophecy alone what in the actual fuck

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Did…

…did they eat the snake carcass?

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THE WHOLE THING…

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and people still think I was exaggerating about how wild prophecies are. How in the entire sea does being attacked by sea snakes lead to the Beacon needing to eat a giant carcass? Who is coming up with these solutions? Show me their workings

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The Beacon arriving at another castle to help people fulfil their prophecy, only to find that it’s another one written by freaks:

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t

th

…the beacon is real?

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HELLO?

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Sandy get back here right now what do u MEAN you didn’t know the Beacon was real???

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MY PEOPLE HAVE ALWAYS SAID THE BEACON WAS JUST PART OF ANCIENT MYTHOLOGY…we were always told growing up that prophecies and the lot were just stories and such. You’re telling me that there’s actually a divine being going around helping people by eating snakes and stuff???

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Y E A H

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WHAT THE HELL

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This whole post is a mess holy shit

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[eyrina-avatar]

Karyu - Teacher

synopsis: based on this request

pairings: fem reader x neteyam, aged up ofc

genre: romance, fluff

warnings: none, just fluff, kissing, and shy reader. proofread once

word count: ~ 1.2k

author's note: sorry it took so long to get out, life has been crazy

taglist: @neteyamsoare (tagged since this was a request) anyone else feel free to lmk if you want to be added to my taglist

“Neteyam, you did it!” You cheered as Neteyam emerged from the water.

“Ha, I actually got it!” He smiled at his own accomplishment.

“You see, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You lifted his hand up while he held the shell he had just retrieved from the ocean ground.

“Not too bad, but only because I know you wouldn’t let me drown…”

“Pfff” you jokingly rolled your eyes as droplets of water splashed your face. “Hey! I’m soaked!” You yelled at Neteyam.

“You’re in the water? What do you expect?” He let out a chuckle.

“Whatever…” you rolled your eyes once more. “Well, I think it’ll be best if we take a break. You’ve done a lot for one day” you patted his back while the both of you headed towards the shore.

Neteyam plopped down on the sandy floor beneath you, patting the spot next to him for you to sit.

You sat in contentment and watched the pink sky as eclipse set in.

"So, what's on your mind?" Neteyam asked, before smirking. "Me, I hope."

You turned around to look at him with a raised brow. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" You let out a small chuckle.

“Well… I guess that wouldn’t be bad.” Neteyam’s cheeks turned a slight purple at your unexpected answer turned question.

“I guess,” you paused for a moment to think about how to word your thoughts, “…perhaps I have been thinking a bit about you.” you looked down, not knowing what else to say.

Neteyam sat straight, chest puffed up at your words. “Oh yea, how so?” His face inched near yours.

“Not much. Just about how you’re learning so well and becoming such a good swimmer,” you shied away from the topic as you twirled with your fingers in your lap, thinking about how you didn’t want to be the one to confess first. Neteyam’s charm was something that grew quickly on you. And with all the time you two got to spend together as you taught him your people’s ways and he taught you his, your feelings couldn’t help but grow as well.

“Oh” was all that Neteyam said as his ears bent down in disappointment and you couldn’t help but smirk at yourself, thinking that he did share feelings for you and was maybe expecting a bit more to come out of your mouth.

“What, don’t you believe that you’re a good swimmer?” you cocked your head innocently.

“Well, I guess I’m alright…” Neteyam let out in a whisper.

“No, for real!” You grabbed his hand. “You’re pretty good at this! At least much better than lo’ak. That’s for sure.” You both let out a small laugh.

“Yeah? Well, I guess I have a pretty good teacher…” Neteyam looked up at you as your eyes fell on his. “And she’s really pretty as well… In fact, that makes it a bit difficult to concentrate sometimes.” He pushed the strand of hair in your face behind your ears.

“I guess you’re not too bad yourself.” You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment as you played with the previously touched hair strand, nervously twirling it around your finger.

“Thanks…” he let out a small grin. “And… not to forget to mention that you’re quite cute when you’re flustered.” Neteyam poked your cheek, making you squeak in return.

“Whatever,” you jokingly rolled your eyes, “I’m not flustered.”

“So what’s all this blushing going on, huh?” He pointed at your face, getting ready to poke it again.

“Nothing!” You swatted his hand away

“Mhm” He raised his eyebrow at you.

“Well… it’s not my fault you’re right here throwing all those compliments at me… and you just expect me to take them like if it’s no big deal as if they’re not coming from someone important,” you muttered.

“Someone…important?” Neteyam tilted his head as he grinned to himself.

“I- um….I don’t know!” You let out as you threw your head into your knees, hiding your face from embarrassment at the realization of what you just said.

“Does someone have…a little crush?” He teased. You poked your head up from between your knees and nodded a small ‘yes.’

"Well that's certainly nothing to be ashamed of...especially for a pretty girl like you." Neteyam teased.

He gently raised your chin up, carefully holding your face in his hands, "I certainly don't mind..." he trailed his words as his eyes fell on your lips.

"So, what should we do about this little dilemma of yours, huh?" He added.

"Wh- what dilemma?" you asked in a low voice as you wiped your clammy hands in the sand, removing the uncomfortable sign of your nervousness.

"Oh you know..." Neteyam snapped his fingers, pretending to think hard about what he was going to say. "The one about your crush on me," he nonchalantly finished.

"Oh..." was all you managed to say before digging your face back into your knees.

"Uh-uh." Neteyam chuckled as he lifted your face up again for you to face him.

"For a pretty girl, you sure like to hide your face a lot. And we can't have that, can we?" He cocked his head to the side. "How about I make you a small proposition, huh?"

"About what?" you questioned, not sure where this was headed.

"Since you like me and you're supposed to be my teacher..." you raised your eyebrows at his statement. "How about you show me just how nice those pretty lips of yours are, huh? A small kiss; a reward for me being such a good student and for you it'll be a kiss from me. Win-win, no?" He sat silently waiting for a response.

"A kiss?" you nervously bit your lip.

"Mhm" was the response you got along with a small nod. "So?" Neteyam waited.

“Well, okay.... but I’m not much of a-"

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He spoke before swiftly lifting you off your spot and seating you on his lap. "There, now it'll be easier," he flashed you a small grin.

"Neteyam, I really don't know how-"

"Shh," He placed his finger on your lips as he inched closer. "Then I'll teach you. No need to worry, princes. Just close your eyes." And at that, you took in a second to calm yourself before closing your eyes at his instructions.

You felt a warm pair of lips brush against yours before realizing that you were supposed to kiss back. You hurried to move yours in sync and keep up with the rhythm of his lips, successfully matching his pace.

Neteyam pushed himself towards you and you wrapped your arm around his neck, clinging on to him as you deepened the kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist as you moved your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks in the process. Your fingers played with the braids that fell over his face as you pushed them back while you pulled your lips away, giving yourselves a chance to breathe.

"So, what did you think?" Neteyam let out a small chuckle as you caught your breath.

"Is there anything for me to actually comment on?" You blushed in your flustered state.

"Hmm, maybe your thoughts on me being your teacher when it comes to this." Neteyam let out a small chuckle.

"Teacher? Well, I guess your teaching ways are pretty... interesting." You stared at him. And with that you both broke out into a small giggles as the both of you fell back onto the sand, one next to the other as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you laid on his chest, content with the events that had just taken place.

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[astravv]

Hello!! I love your writing!! Could you do Kazuha with fluff prompt 2? (Gender neutral pronouns)

fluff prompt 2 — kazuha x gn! reader

a/n — hiii!! thank you so much<3 and ofc here’s some kazuha fluff! also sorry this is a short one it’s like 3 in the morning and i’m tired

cw — none :,)

pairing(s) — kazuha x gn! reader

story — you and kazuha have been friends for as long as you can remember, basically since you have joined the crux. other members say he has a crush on you, but you’re certain he does not.

prompt — ❝you’re so oblivious aren’t you?❞

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“you seriously can’t tell that he’s flirting with you?” furong, one of the members of the crux says.

“he’s not, he’s just being nice. why does everyone say he’s got a crush on me?” you roll your eyes.

“you’re just in denial, y/n.” furong laughs as she walks away from me. i look up towards kazuha, who’s sitting on the railing on the alcor, staring into the sea.

i can see beidou walk up to him and exchange a few words. you think about what furong said and also what a bunch of people have said too before her. even captain beidou told me that he had feelings for me. maybe i just didn’t want to think about my best friend feeling that way towards me.

sure, it’s not a bad thing. kazuha is very attractive, but it just seemed wrong. you guys have been so close ever since you’ve joined the crux.

you sigh softly and make your way towards where kazuha and beidou were standing.

“hey kazuha,” you greet him and then look towards beidou. “hello, captain beidou.”

“hey, y/n.” she replies with a big smirk. “i’ll leave you two to it.”

she gives us both a look that makes me shake my head in response and chuckle a bit. i walk over to kazuha and take a seat beside him on the railing.

“how do you even sit up here? it’s scary. what if you fell in?” you question, looking down at the rushing water.

“i’m a good swimmer,” he winks.

“sure..” you roll your eyes, pulling yourself closer to kazuha. you both look up at the sky, watching the clouds slowly move throughout the sky.

“i heard there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight.” kazuha elbows you a little. “want to stay up with me and watch it?”

“of course.” you grin. meteor showers are one of the things you and kazuha love watching together, you wouldn’t miss for the world.

“good,” he replies, “looking forward to it.”

it feels like forever as you wait for night to come so you and kazuha can watch the meteor shower. keeping yourself occupied is the worst part when it comes to these slow hours ahead of you.

once night comes, you head up where he usually is sitting and he has a whole setup placed out for you. a nice comfy blanket for us to sit and lay on, some ice cold refreshments, a telescope, and a few snacks.

“kazuha.. this is so nice.. thank you.” you say as you run up to him to give him a big hug.

“you’re welcome, y/n.” he replies, “i knew you’d like it.”

you quickly head over to the blanket and lay back, looking directly up at the sky. kazuha lays down beside you. as you get lost in the sea of stars, kazuha’s hand makes its way down to yours, sliding his fingers into yours.

“kazuha..” you murmur as you both share this contact.

“shh. the meteor shower is about to start.” kazuha whispers.

all of a sudden thousands of beautiful meteors fill up the sky. you can’t help but smile as you watch the beauty of the sky show itself right in front of you.

“you’re so oblivious, aren’t you?” kazuha spews out, eyes still stuck on the beautiful dark sky full of shooting stars.

“what do you mean?” you question, turning your head towards him. he looks at you with a soft expression on his face, but serious.

“i like you, y/n.” he admits. well there it is. just like everyone else was saying, there was kazuha’s true feelings out there like that. you didn’t know what to say. should you act like you didn’t hear him, should you say that you like him too? what to do? but before you can truly think about what you are going to say the words just spew out of my mouth.

“i like you too kazuha.”

[ladyevol]

Dusk for two

Characters: 3L!Grian and SL! Scar

Relationships: 3L!Grian X 3L!Scar (mentioned), 3L! Grian X 3L!Scar

Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst

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A man sat in front of the shore, hugging his knees with both sets of wings spread over the sand, watching as the waves moved closer and away. The pair of wings near his shoulders were mostly red with blue and yellow feathers mixed in, similar to the wings of a parrot. As an avian, they had always been far too small for him to actually fly, leading to the man only being able to soften his fall when he fell. His hair was dirty blond and his body was covered by a red poncho long enough to hide his legs from the rest of the world in that position. His black eyes were also made bigger by the glasses that sat over his nose. The avian was short, standing at 5'6ft and his skin tone was a light warm ivory. Even under the harsh sun of the desert, he had never been able to tan. The larger, wider wings growing from the lower part of his torso were purple with a blue eye-like pattern on them. When he was younger, having those wings was everything that he had ever wanted. Now, he would trade them in a heartbeat for the chance of seeing him again.

“Hey, G.” Grian heard the painfully familiar voice coming from behind him and hugged his legs more tightly. “Mind if I sit here?”

“You are free to do whatever you want.” Grian mumbled without turning to look at the man on the wheelchair.

Scar was a much taller and more muscular man than he was at a full height of 6’0. He had spiky dark brown hair with a few gray strands growing to the side, likely due to stress during his own games. Instead of a poncho, the man wore a black cloak over his body covered in lilacs and red poppies, they seemed to almost grow from his clothes, leaving a trail of petals wherever he went. His pants were far baggier than those of Grian and his white shirt was always open for everyone to see his scars covered sienna muscles. Much like Grian, he had wings, albeit mismatched ones as one of his wings was blue and leathery, closer to that of a vex and the other was purple, having the same patterns as Grian's larger ones. While most people in there had scars on their body, Scar had a much more apparent and predominant lightning scar that covered most of his upper body, even his face, hence why he had received the nickname.

Grian sighed deeply. “What are you even doing here, Scar?”

“Oh, you know me. Just enjoying the beach and the breeze and the ocean. You know, I am quite an excellent swimmer. In fact, people would go so far as to wonder if I was part merman for how good at it I am.”

“That's not what I mean and you know it.”

Scar's smile faded a little as he rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah. I know. I guess I am just worried about you. It has been a couple of months now since I arrived and whenever we aren't training, you will just stay here. All alone, watching the sea. I know what it is like to be alone, Grian. Believe me, I know too well and I don't want that for you.”

Grian shook his head, “I deserve to be alone.”

“See, you keep saying that, but I just don't think that's true.”

Grian scoffed, “and what the hell do you know, huh?! You aren't even a player anymore! None of us are! We are just empty husks abandoned by our creators and then taken in by the Watchers to be their own personal little killing machines! We aren't supposed to think! We aren't supposed to feel! We are just supposed to do! And I can't even do that right because all that I want to do is sit on this goddamn beach, because at least the sand reminds me of the few truly good moments of existence that I have that are truly mine and not someone else's memory!”

Silence fell between them for just a moment, but for both of them it felt far longer. The air was heavy.

“Well,” Scar said, “first things first, I believe that the correct term is vessel, not a husk.” Grian glared over at the man who was smiling slightly, his green eyes on him, “second, just because we received these memories from our players instead of making them ourselves, it doesn't mean they aren't true. We are still them, but that doesn't mean we can't also be us. I don't see why those two things can't happen at the same time.”

“But you are not him.” Grian squeezed his legs more tightly.

Scar looked to the side, “no. I'm afraid I'm not your version of Scar.” He began pulling himself from his wheelchair to sit on the sand next to Grian, “I'm just not that lucky, I suppose.”

“Lucky? He is dead. How the hell can you call that lucky?”

“It is better to die knowing there is someone there that will always remember you than to live as just a ghost in the lives of everyone else. Believe me, Grian, if there was a way to give him my soul and bring him here, I would do it in a heartbeat. I'm still not even sure how I won. I certainly didn't deserve it. Gem, Pearl, hell, even my version of you deserved this more, at least you had people who cared about you and were rooting for you. But me? I burned every bridge I had ever built to appease the secret keeper. I destroyed every alliance and drank the blood of the people who committed the crime of just letting me live for too long. I murdered my own mother, my own father, I betrayed the people that dared to think of me as a possible ally, and do you know for what?” Grian finally turned to look at him, “a book. All of that, and for just a book, a book demanding more and more from me." Scar reached inside his cloak and pulled out the book containing his last task. He opened it to read ‘win secret life.’

“Well, you also earned a soul of your own, outside of the players.”

“See, that's the thing though, I'm unsure if that's even a reward! Because it feels more like a punishment most of the time.” He laid on the sand, “at least when I was being controlled, I had the excuse that things were out of my control, that his actions were not my actions, even if it is my body, but now? Now I realize how wrong I was. There was no line where he finished and I began. He was me. His desires, his anguishes and his fears are mine too. And so are our crimes. Except I have an even longer list of crimes now. Like you said, we are killers. We are neither watcher, nor player and we are above your regular vessel. We are Winners. Plain and simple.”

“Winners.” Grian took a deep breath. “Winners of sorrow and despair. We are never going to stop being controlled, are we? At least we knew what the players were thinking and feeling. This is so messed up.” He buried his face in his knees before feeling a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at Scar who was smiling at him.

“You are right. This is awful. It is so much that sometimes I feel like the pressure of it all will be enough to make me die. But even if it is like that and we are trapped in a hopeless, wretched existence where there is no possibility of a good ending, at least we are not alone.”

“Yeah, right. Because that is SO encouraging.”

“Maybe it isn't, but if there was one thing that Secret Life taught me was that life is worse when you have to live it on your own.” He placed an arm around Grian and pulled him against his chest in a sideway hug, “so smile my friend! Even if tomorrow is not the most beautiful and graceful day ever, at least you can have a shitty day with me.”

Grian looked at Scar with a faint blush on his lips before snorting, “yeah, right. I guess there were worse people to be trapped in here with.” He rested his head on Scar's shoulder as they watched the sun go down. Maybe, just maybe the night could be a little bit warmer with someone else by his side.

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twenty)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 744

Warnings: None

Author's notes: Time to properly meet Conductor's daughter! Roxie is here and ready to be the best. Ever. (No seriously, I actually like how I wrote her.) Anyway, here you go!

Grooves peered out the window at where they'd stopped.

A small, rustic house with a white roof and blue walls, followed by a small garden with a few shrubs.

In the middle of nowhere in the desert.

An owl walked out of the house, going down the stairs of the porch and standing in the middle of the garden.

They held a resemblance to the Conductor but they had more colourful feathers.

Orange tinted the tufts of feathers at the side of their face and they have purple rings of feathers by their wrists.

The owl was wearing light blue jeans and a red flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just above their elbows.

"You've got to get off this train!" A scratchy voice called.

Grooves guessed it was Conductor, voice distorted by distance.

Grooves listened to it, exiting out the door they'd come in through the previous night.

Conductor whipped round to face him. "No! What're you doing out here?!"

"You told me to come out…" Grooves replied.

Conductor's face screwed up and he glared at the train.

"Why?!"

The train huffed out a small bit of smoke.

"The ol' girl still packs a punch of attitude then?" The other owl asked.

"Oh, um, yeah. Grooves, Roxie. Roxie, Grooves," Conductor introduced, shifting awkwardly.

Roxie nodded a hello, sticking her hands in the pockets of her jeans. "Alphonse is out with the kids at the moment. He'll be back tomorrow. Come in I guess."

Grooves looked over at Conductor, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

Conductor sighed, following Roxie into the house.

"Are you two related?" Grooves asked quietly, catching up to his friend.

"I'm his daughter," Roxie called back over one shoulder. "Didn't follow the theatre business though, much to dad's disappointment, I'm sure."

"How many times do I need to tell you I'm proud of you?! You're a gold medalist for peck's sake!" Conductor argued. "I watched every one of your races, you're a brilliant swimmer!"

"And I watched every one of your half-baked movies. I don't know why you beat Grooves' so much," Roxie argued, pushing open the door. "Grooves - your movies are way better."

"Thanks…?" Grooves said, uncertain of his place in the middle of this argument.

"I'll go get the stuff I bought for you and others from luggage. Grooves, d'you mind staying with Roxie for a few minutes?" Conductor asked, looking up at his co-worker.

"Oh, um, sure, that's fine," Grooves lied, apprehensive about spending time with someone he didn't know well.

"Alright. Back soon." Conductor quickly went back out the house and towards the train.

"So, you like my movies?" Grooves smiled as Roxie led him into a room.

"Yeah, me and Al are big fans of your work. Unlike Dad, you actually create different ideas for each movie," Roxie explained, sitting down in an armchair.

Grooves sat across from her, admiring the rustic room.

A fireplace burnt slowly on one side of the room. A couple sofas and chairs situated in the space at the edges of the room, surrounding a low table.

"Can I ask something?"

"Depends. Tell me the question and then I'll decide."

Grooves briefly mused about how much she was like her father.

"Why don't you and Conductor get along well?"

"He was always too busy with those stupid movies of his," Roxie said, more or less dodging the question.

"Oh."

Roxie crossed one leg over the other, head tilting to the side slightly. "You and Dad get along well."

"He's a nice guy," Grooves replied with a small smile.

The corner of Roxie's mouth twitched. "You're a nice bird Grooves. You're a talented director."

"Thanks."

"Now tell me, what're your intentions with my father?" Roxie questioned, tone far colder than it had been a moment earlier.

"Wh-what?"

"You and Conductor never used to get along. Why the sudden turn around?" Roxie continued. "You see, I'm thinking that there's something going on between you two."

"I-"

"It's not my place to pry for details. Just know that if you hurt him in any way, you'll regret it for the rest of your days," Roxie stated, leaning back in her chair.

"Roxie! Can yer help with a couple of these boxes?" Conductor shouted.

"Hold on a second and I'll be there!" Roxie called back, moving as if to stand before stopping.

She looked over at Grooves, voice softening, close to breaking. "Just… don't hurt him. Please. He's more fragile than he looks."

[starlitwinter]

VIII

No sooner had Nenlissë walked a few meters into the forest than Turko nodded to her and pointed to a tree, and in silence they began to climb it. With a little more difficulty on the human girl part than the other cat there as she liked to call him, impressed by his feline moves and address. When they arrived between the leaves, Celegorm, sitting on the branch to Nenlissë’s right, took out of his bag the map they had prepared that afternoon.

“Well, we’re here and our sleeping place is here, being careful not to make too much noise and not to run into anyone, it shouldn’t take us more than a good three-quarters of an hour to get there.

-Okay fine. From what I could see on the sheets in the living room, Finrod and Angrod should be around here. Knowing that they also went towards the lake at the beginning. So, we shouldn’t run into them.

-As for Artanis and Aegnor, they’ve been keeping a safe space around the gardens so well that we’ll have to be extremely careful.”

He nodded and put the map back in his bag. Let’s go and play the fool in the trees. Eru thanks, they are quite close to each other, so you don’t need to be Spiderman to go from one to the other. And just like in Hunger Games, they arrived at their sleeping spot without a hitch.

“Let’s climb a little higher, the branches look pretty s-”

Turko cut himself off in mid-sentence, holding up a hand to silence his cousin. His ears twitched slightly, probably to get a better sense of the noise that Nenlissë poor hearing did not hear… Trusting him completely on this one, she froze, waiting for his next instruction not to move even a hair.

They waited at least ten minutes before our protagonist could hear Artanis’ faint voice pierce through the woods. Merde.

“Where are Nenlissë and Turko hiding…?” Artanis said, loud enough so her sister and cousin could hear her.

A deeper voice answered her, undoubtedly Aegnor’s.

“From what we could see, they should be around here. And even Nenlissë should be able to hear us.”

Nenlissë could see the evil smile forming on her little sister’s lips. (Holy fucking shit) Putain de bordel de merde. We’re screwed. She thought, feeling cold sweat running down her spine.

“Nenliiissëë… Tuurkoo… Don’t hide anymore and come give us victory!”

Nenlissë finally met Turko’s gaze and saw only pure panic. If he’s panicked, then we’re really in a mess. He motioned for her to hold her breath. What do you mean hold my breath? I may have been a swimmer before, but I can’t hold my breath for more than three minutes! And they can hear my fucking breath?

“Normally… this is the tree they were planning to spend the night in. The question now is… have they arrived yet?” Aegnor voice sounded.

-There’s only one way to find out, my dear brother.”

Before they could react, the tree they were standing on began to shake badly and unfortunately, Nenlissë was too busy wondering how she was not going to die of asphyxiation and so she was not holding on well enough. With a ridiculous scream, she fell. Her back and ribs were lacerated by the branches she fell through. The last thing the girl saw before she reflexively closed her eyes and waited for the impact with the ground was Turko’s hand with a piece of her sleeve torn off in it.

She fell. Again, and again. Then came the long-awaited shock. A flash of pain shot through her spine, her head was filled with a heavy buzzing sound, and everything was blurred as she opened my eyes. Her mouth filled with a warm, metallic-tasting liquid. Blood. Way too much blood. Voices echoed around her, and shapes moved. Two, no three. Six, seven, eight… more and more were coming. Someone is crying. Artanis? Nenlissë wanted to move to reassure her sister that it was nothing, but none of her limbs responded. Her vision became permanently black. Then it went white. Am I dying? Me? Die? Eru. Please, please, please.

All she could see was a bright white and the silence around her was so great that it had become a hum. Nenlissë tried to move her limbs again but still no reaction. Where the hell am I? In heaven? In hell? In the void? The young human could ask herself these questions, but no one was going to answer them. And then, a black spot formed in her field of vision. Tiny. But it grew bigger and bigger as if the thing was coming towards her. She tried to make noise and wave, but even if she managed to open her mouth, no sound would come out. Wait. Am I not breathing? What’s that? You don’t breathe when you die? But well, that’s logical, but really? Shocked. She waited for the thing to come to her. And so she waited for what seemed to her like an eternity before she finally saw the shape of the thing. A man? In any case, he must have eaten a torch, because he was glowing like crazy. He (she?) approached me and broke the silence.

“What were you doing in the cellars of Mandos at that hour?”

His voice was melodious as if he were singing rather than speaking. But at the same time, there was a force of authority in it.

“Eru, I presume? And there are times to die?” Nenlissë responded to his question with another.

Eru (?) laughed softly and shook his head.

“That’s me, young human. And no, Mandos doesn’t have a schedule. He works twenty-four hours a day. I meant to say that it’s not time for you to die yet. He said softly,

-My time? What the hell am I doing here then, Nenlissë tilted her head to the side, not understanding why she was here.

-It seems to me that your thread of destiny must have slipped out of my hands.

-Thread? Are our lives just a ball of yarn to you?”

He swept her reply with a flutter of his hand in the air and began to speak again as if nothing had happened.

“You are still promised great things. I still need you, Nenlissë.

-I have no words in the chapter then?

-Nenlissë, I offer to send you back to the world of the living. And for nothing in return. Who would not accept that?

-What if I want to die? What if I don’t want to do great things? This isn’t fan fiction, damn it!”

Eru smiles at Nenlissë before placing a finger on her forehead.

“Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine.”

And he pushed her. And she fell. Only to get up again immediately. I am in bed. My room? Wait a moment. Why… are there people in my room?

“Er… Are you Artanis?”

Artanis, she presumed turned sharply towards her and Nenlissë could see that she was very tall. You’d think she was my age. 19. Before the girl could ask her assumed sister about her appearance, Artanis threw herself on top of Nenlissë and took her in her arms, crying her eyes out.

“You’re finally awake Nenlissë!

-Awake? A-Artanis, how long have I been unconscious?”

She seemed to hesitate and did not answer her sister but went to the door, gave orders to a servant, and then returned to her bedside.

“I know this will confuse you, but… you’ve been asleep for over 100 years. Without age.

-A hundred years! What the actual fuck?”

My God. What happened? Where are we in the story? Has Melkor returned? Has Fëanor gone mad? Is it the end of the world? Nenlissë thought, alarmed, and took her sister’s hands in hers, wanting answers.

“Artanis. I must know. Did something happen while I was unconscious? Something big. Like something to do with the Valar?

-Alas, yes. Melkor, a vala I hope you never meet, has been released and is roaming freely over our paradise…”

Damn it Eru. I hate you.

[violescent-scrolls]

Beach Days With The Genshin Characters!

Wc:1.7k

Type: Headcanons

CW: umm nothing except mentions of alcohol and maybe some people being creeps? (Dw tho none of the chars or you is doing the creeping and it’s really brief

A/N: These we’re supposed to be a lot shorter but I got too excited and here we are lmao. If you wanna see some of your favs in this scenario lmk! Requests are currently open (and not just for this one prompt! Also! Repost from my old blog!

♡Diluc:

This man cannot swim. Tell me otherwise, I dare you.

Kaeya tried to jokingly push him off a lil diving cliff area when they were kids.

He almost drowned. Kaeya was in a lot of trouble.

So, good luck getting this man to actually get in the water. The most he’ll do is sit on the shore where it’s very shallow.

He usually prefers to just stay under an umbrella on the sand and keep an eye on you.

Calls you every two hours in advance and helps you reapply sunscreen.

He’s very pale so I feel like he burns pretty easily, meaning he needs to reapply super frequently otherwise he will become a tomato. He brings like three bottles of the good shit. Tch, rich boy.

If you ask him to build a sandcastle, he will pretend to be annoyed but do it anyways. Ends up finding it kind of enjoyable.

He has the maids prepare a nice picnic basket for the two of you!! It’s got all your favorite foods plus grape juice cuz y’know.

If any creepy peeps approach you, don’t worry. He brought his vision and his claymore.

Of course, he won’t have to resort to such violent lengths. Everyone in Mondstadt knows who Diluc is and they probably know you’re his s/o, so they’re usually smart enough to mind their own business.

If they don’t, don’t worry. Diluc’s glare is more than enough to scare them away.

All in all I definitely recommend a beach day with him! I’ll give it a solid 8/10 (-2 for not wearing floaties and getting in the water with you or letting you teach him how to swim.

♡Albedo:

You guys definitely 100% take Klee out with you on a beach day.

You guys bring snacks, beach toys like buckets and shovels for optimal sandcastle building, a picnic blanket, etc.

Jean definitely packs a lot more stuff for you guys to take with you than you actually need.

It’s only cuz she’s worried for Klee and is nervous about not being able to go with you guys though! It’s very sweet really.

Klee tries to bomb the fish and cause havoc at the beach 😭

I think Albedo is a good swimmer and gets in with you and Klee so that he can help her (which is very cute omfg)

He’s set total workaholic, as we know, so it took a lot of convincing to get him to put down his experiments and accompany you to the beach (however, he’s particularly weak to yours and klee’s puppy dog eyes so he caved eventually)

Though, looking at you and Klee happily building sandcastles and decorating them with pretty seashells of all shapes and colors, he can’t really find it in himself to complain.

He, of course, takes this opportunity to take out his sketchbook and draw the waves, seagulls, you… Of course he won’t let you see the sketch book no sir. He’s a bit embarrassed to be honest, but an artist such as himself recognizes beauty when he sees it so he simply had to draw you. (God I love him so much)

If a creepy person approaches you,- well don’t worry. The sight of a small arsonist child blowing up fish is enough to scare them away 🥰

At the end of the day, all three of you are all ticketed out. Albedo has to carry Klee back to Mondstadt because the poor baby fell asleep the moment you started drying her hair with the beach towel. You’re, of course, carrying back Dodoco and your bags. (You also manage to sneak a peak at Albedo’s sketchbook and find some very pretty drawings of you and Klee with your sandcastle)

At the end of the day, you guys tuck Klee in and read her a bedtime story (she woke up and insisted). Afterwards Albedo takes you back home and thanks you for coming with you and Klee (which you ofc say wasn’t a problem because how could you not???)

All in all? I’ll give it a solid 10/10. You’ve got tasty food, fun times, your boyfriend and his cute kid adoptive sister (yes I am very biased idc)

♡Xiao:

I think it would take a lot of convincing to get Xiao to go out on a beach date with you.

He’ll probably see it as a distraction getting in the way of his slaying of monsters and demons.

However, he also worships the grounds you walk on (hehe, simp XD), so I don’t think it’ll take that much convincing on your part (especially because it’s is self appointed duty to keep you safe so if you insist on going with or without him, he supposes he’ll have to go)

Is definitely a bit tense at first. He doesn’t know how to let loose and chill so while you’re sun tanning on a beach chair he’s like 🧍‍♂️ahdgshjsjd

Eventually calms down a bit though! You get him to relax and eat some almond tofu you brought along with you. It definitely gets him to perk up.

I don’t think he would mind getting into the water but I do think he’d rather walk along the shore and collect pretty seashells and sea glass.

He later gives the ones he deems pretties to you (he hands them over to you with a blush on his face and pretends it’s not a big deal and he definitely gets all pouty and grouchy when you coo at how adorable he is)

As for creeps, Xiao is both intimidating and well known in Liyue. No one is brave enough (or, let’s be honest, dumb enough) to approach you with any bad intentions.

Sure, Xiao has sworn never to harm a human/citizen of Liyue but that doesn’t mean he can’t scare the absolute shit out of them.

I think Xiao would definitely enjoy a beach day 🥺🥺. He’d find it very relaxing to go out with you and just hear the sound of waves and feel the sand under his feet.

He’d definitely hint at wanting to do it again later. Of course, he won’t tell you. No, that’s a foolish mortal activity and he has much better things to do.

Wait no, don't turn around, yes he will go with you next month.

All in all, I give Xiao a 9/10. It’s a very relaxing day (which he deserves 😤). And you get to see a whole new side of him.

♡Ningguang:

OK SO ORIGINALLY I WASN'T GONNA WRITE ONE FOR HER (at least not in this post) BUT THEN I THOUGHT OF LADY NINGGUANG TAKING YOU TO A WHOLE ASS PRIVATE BEACH

She knows you don’t care about how exclusive the beach you go to is (in fact, the fact that you don’t care about where you are or what you do is one of the things that make her fall more and more madly in love with you) but you deserve the best so she’s gonna go all out.

She’s a busy lady so days like this where the two of you get to go somewhere and be together are few and far between.

She knows it’s hard to be in a relationship with someone who is busy 24/7, so she appreciates how you remain by her side despite all hardships. (Y’all are a whole ass power couple istg)

The two of you spend your day relaxing. Sun bathing, drinking piña coladas, maybe taking a dip in the ocean. It’s all very pleasant!

Ningguang doesn’t quite feel like the type of person who would sit in the sand and make sandcastle, however you’re more than welcome to make some yourself. She finds it endearing <3

If you insist on her helping, she’ll eventually comply. She loves you too much to say no. I feel like she’ll either be terrible at it or like a total architect.

Sand is technically like tiny rocks right? So maybe she can use her vision to help her? If that’s the case, she’s making a replica of the Jade chamber out of sand.

If any creepy person comes up to you don’t worry. Ningguang will buy the whole beach and then use her right of admission as owner to permanently ban them from the beach you’re at.

The only downside to a day at the beach with Ningguang might be that there’s a big chance she’ll be called to tend urgent matters, seeing as she is the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and all.

If that does happen, she’ll be sure to make it up to you somehow, whether it be rescheduling or taking care of the matter as soon as possible so that the two of you can get back to your day of relaxation and fun.

All in all?? Lady Ningguang will treat you like total royalty and the two of you will have an amazing time! I give her an 11/10 (she would literally buy a whole beach for you to be comfortable I mean c’mon)

♡Venti:

BEACH DAYS WITH HIM ARE SO FUN!!

Swimming? Yeah, he’d love to! Sunbathing? Sure! He’ll even conjure up a light breeze for the two of you. Sandcastle building? WELL OF COURSE WHY DO YOU THING HE BROUGHT ALL THESE BUCKETS AND SHOVELS?

No but seriously, he might be the best person out of everyone here to go to the beach with. He’s fun, free spirited, and he’s a traveling bard who’s been alive long enough to know where all the best beaches in Teyvat are. (He also knows a guy- er, well, dragon I suppose- who is willing to fly them to any place).

He’ll play some soft tunes while you doze under the sun.

HE PICKS PRETTY SHELLS AND GIFTS THEM TO YOU!!!

He will bring booze. I’m pretty sure this is a necessity. If you’re a little upset about it, he’ll probably “eheh~” his way out of it. That slick bastard.

If you really insist on him not drinking, he won’t consume much alcohol.

If some creepy person approaches you and tries to ruin you your day of beach time fun, all of their stuff will suddenly be blown away, causing them to scramble back to their spot and (almost embarrassingly) flail around trying to catch everything. What a shame…

At the end of the day, he’d be a little sad to leave. Definitely makes plans about tbe two of you going back soon.

I gotta give him a 10/10 he’s just so fun omg.

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The Debauchery Of Captain America, Chapter 14

Word Count:  1.9k

“Mmm, bunny, you’re going to look so perfect swollen with my child…Mrs. Rogers…we’re creating a family before we leave here…”

My body ached at the thought of his promise.  Everything was entirely too sore. 

It had been only a few days since Steve proposed, but he was entirely too serious about his retirement plans.  And it felt like every extra minute that we’d had was devoted to him putting a baby in me as soon as possible. 

Not only would he not cum anywhere but inside of me, but he’d found a plug in the basement, in one of the rooms, which he insisted I wear between our little interactions to make sure that none of it dripped out of me; to ensure that I truly did become pregnant.

“St-Steve…what is that?”

“A plug,” he said quickly, pushing it across the counter while I made us breakfast, “I-I was thinking…you know…since we’re trying for a baby…it might make sense to wear it…so that…it doesn’t…you know…”

“Y-you want me to put that inside of me?”

He frowned, instantly looking away from me and at his own hands, “it’s a weird request…isn’t it?”

I nodded, warily scanning it as I flipped a pancake, “a little bit.  Yes…it is.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed heavily.  A hand ran behind his neck and the frown lines went across his brow, “I just…I was serious the other day when I said I wanted to have a future with you…that I wanted a big family.  You mean the world to me, (Y/N), and all I’ve been able to think about is us at a house, raising a family together…tons of little mini me and you’s running around.  I want that so bad, bunny!”

“I am too, Steve,” I giggled softly, putting the spatula down.  I went up to him and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “that’s why I said yes…I want to marry you.  I want a future with you.”

“Am I rushing this?”

“A little,” I admitted stroking his cheek.  He gave me a soft smile, “but I get it…we’ve talked, and I know you’re just worried about losing me.  But you won’t lose me, Steve.  I won’t run off now that the famous Captain America proposed to me.”

“I’m not going to be cap…not soon anyways,” he sighed as he bit his bottom lip.  I frowned, already seeing the anxiety etched across his features, “when we go back, Sam’s going to have the shield.  I-I’m going to be done, bunny!”

“And that’s why this isn’t scaring me,” I reminded him softly as I stroked his cheek, “I know that you’re looking for your next thing to put all of your focus into.  I know that you are a passionate, driven man, Steve.  It’s one of the many things I love about you.  You’re going to be an amazing father to our future children.”

“I really want to be a dad, (Y/N)…”

“I’ll wear it, Steve…” I sighed, giving him another kiss, “but I think your swimmers won’t have any problems with finding out where they need to go…”

“I-I don’t even know if I can have kids,” he sighed sadly as he looked at the plug that he’d put on the counter, “I-I mean…you’re my first…and it’s not like I’ve talked to Buck about if super soldiers can…you know…he’s more likely to know, but I can’t ask that kind of thing.  It would be really…I don’t know…and I just-I want to take every measure possible to ensure that we can have children…because if I can have them with anyone, I want them with you!”

“I’ll do whatever I can, Steve,” I smiled, reassuring my fiancé, “this is our journey…and I love you…we’ll do whatever it takes.  We’ll have a few little baby Rogers’ toddling around soon enough.”

But I’d quickly regretted my words.  Every time he came in me, and he put the plug back in, it felt like I was becoming more and more sore.  Even sitting down on the dining room chairs was becoming painful, because the plug would push deeper into me when I sat.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t had sex before. 

But Steve really had become insatiable.  Sex felt like a full-time thing, and that was something I wasn’t used to.  The whole ‘I could go all day’ thing was not just for fighting.  He really could go all day…and all night.    

I sighed to myself as I dug into the salad I’d made myself.    

“You okay, bunny?”

I jumped, not realizing that Steve had made his way into the room.  Whimpering, I looked up, and Steve had a concerned look on his face. 

“Me?  Yeah…why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve frowned, “you’re lying.”

I bit my lip, “I-I’m just a little sore, Steve. I-”

I saw the hurt that crossed his eyes, “I-I hurt you?”

“No…no…Steve…I just-we went from no sex to a lot of sex, and I-“

He rushed me, his hands settling on my waist as he pulled me out of the chair and into his arms, “bunny…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I just…”

“Steve, I’m not hurt, baby.  It-It’s just, a lot to go from nothing to sex at almost all hours of the day.”

“You whimpered when you sat down.  A-and when you jumped…I hurt you…tell me what I can do, bunny.”

“Maybe…can we just…take a break on you know…the whole trying so adamantly on getting me pregnant?” I asked nervously, “maybe for just like a day or two…I’m just-well, it’s just…it’s really sore.”

“Of course,” he agreed.  He gave me a sweet kiss and then brushed the hair from my face, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?  I never want you to feel like you can’t talk to me, bunny.”

“You were just so excited,” I sighed, admitting it to him, “and I didn’t want you to think that I don’t enjoy us having sex…trust me…I really do.  It’s like…really natural with you…and it feels so good when we’re in the moment.  It’s just-“

“It’s too much.”

“Steve, we had sex nine times yesterday.”

He blushed and bit his lip, “yeah…I just-I guess I’ve been trying to get it all out of my system…you know?  I was born at the end of world war one, bunny.  There’s a lot of pent up energy there…a lot of…you know.”

“You sound really old when you say it like that,” I teased, making a joke out of it.  He smiled, and I felt the tension in the room start to fade away.  I reached up and stroked his cheek yet again, “I love having sex with you, Steve.  I don’t want you thinking that I don’t.  And I love that we’re engaged…and that we’re going to start a family.  But my pussy needs a break every once in a while.  She needs some air amidst all of the pounding and the massive amount of cum you’ve pumped into her.”

He nodded, his cheeks tinging an even darker pink, “noted…I’m sorry bunny.”

“It’s okay, Stevie.”

“You know, I just feel so good when I’m inside you,” he said bashfully, “it’s like…it’s like I belong inside of you…”

“Are you still horny, Steve?”

He blushed and looked away from me, “maybe…maybe a little…I just-I get it though.  We won’t have sex…you need a break.”

“Steve…I didn’t say we couldn’t have sex,” I giggled, playfully nudging my fiancé, “I said my pussy needed a break.  You know…there is something else we haven’t tried yet…”

He blushed even more, his cheeks tinging a deep pink; so pink it was almost red as he bit his lip harder, “you mean…I can…”

I felt his hands slip down my body until they settled on my ass.  I nodded as he cupped me, massaging my backside, “we can…but I’m taking the plug out if we do…”

He pulled me into a heart-stopping kiss, and I felt myself swooning.  The sound of ripping fabric, and my body moving slightly from the force was enough to break us apart.  Steve had literally torn off my clothes, and I was standing bare in front of him. 

He kicked himself out of his sweatpants and ripped his shirt off.  His cock was already hard and standing at attention.  I blushed, catching sight of his large appendage.

“Well, someone is eager.”

“I-I’ve wanted to try it for a while,” he admitted nervously.  I blushed, turning myself around as I pulled the plug from my core and set it on the counter.  I could feel his warm seed from just twenty minutes ago starting to drip out of my abused hole, and down my thighs as I bent over.  His hands gripped my cheeks and spread them.  He groaned loudly, “fuck…bunny…this hole belongs to me, angel.”

“All of me belongs to you, Steve,” I moaned, feeling him spit on my puckered ring of muscle.  I gasped when I felt two of his fingers eagerly slipped into me and start scissoring me open.  I braced myself along the counter, the stretch of his fingers enough to already have the invisible cord tightening in my stomach, my head lulling forward, “Oh Steve.”

“Say my name, bunny!” he moaned huskily.  My mouth parted when he pulled his fingers out and I felt his cock at my entrance.

“Steve…”

He smirked and pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of my ear, “I want to cum in you…”

“Do it, daddy,” I taunted, wiggling my ass and grinding against his erection.  He growled, his cock entering me, and I felt my body tense.  He moaned loudly against my ear, one arm looping around my waist, while the other snaked up to my neck, wrapping around my throat.  I gasped, feeling him pushing deep inside of me, “FUCK! STEVE!”

“OH FUCK!  BUNNY!” he growled loudly, his hips bucking hard inside of me.  He gripped my throat a little tighter, and my ass clenched around his cock, “Bunny.  Bunny!  I’m not going to last…no-not like this.”

“Cum in me, Steve,” I growled in response, feeling nearly feral as his hips repeatedly bucked into me, giving me almost no time to adjust to him, “fill me up with your cum, daddy!”

“Call me daddy again!” he nearly roared, his hips not able to find a rhythm as he bucked wildly.

“Fuck!  Daddy!”

His hips stuttered, “Bunny…I-I’m almost-almost there.”

“Daddy, cum in me!”

He roared, his hips stuttering a final time, before he bucked hard into me, forcing me against the counter.  My stomach felt warm as he pumped himself into me.  His heavy breathing filled my ears, as his warm chest pressed against my back, holding me in place.  I felt safe and warm, trapped between him and the counter.

“Bunny-I-I came…” he muttered, “I-I came so fast, I-“

“Thank you, daddy!”

He whimpered, bucking into me again, “God…that-that…I think I like that…I-I like it when you call me that, bunny.”

“Daddy,” I giggled, feeling like I was on my own high.  I wiggled my ass at him, and he shuddered, his hands leaving my waist and throat to hold firm on my hips, “do you like that, daddy?”

“Sensitive!” he reminded me firmly as his hips jerked yet again, “to-too sensitive bunny.”

I nodded as he pressed a firm kiss to my cheek.  He fought to make sure his breathing leveled out as he nuzzled against me, his cock still twitching inside me.

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Chapter 15

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[patt-writes-stuff]

Beach Days with The Genshin Characters!

Wc: 1.7k+

Type: Headcanons

CW: umm nothing except mentions of alcohol and maybe people being creeps? (None of the chars or you tho it’s very brief)

A/N: HI IM BACK FROM THE DEAD! These were supposed to be a lot shorter but I got too excited. If you by any chance wanna see some for your fav character lmk! I know it says request are closed in my bio but since it’s just hcs it’s a lot less (and I really enjoyed writing these so ajdhdhdk)

🔥Diluc:

This man cannot swim. Tell me otherwise, I dare you.

Kaeya tried to jokingly push him off a lil diving cliff area when they were kids.

He almost drowned. Kaeya was in a lot of trouble.

So, good luck getting this man to actually get in the water. The most he’ll do is sit on the shore where it’s very shallow.

He usually prefers to just stay under an umbrella on the sand and keep an eye on you.

Calls you every two hours in advance and helps you reapply sunscreen.

He’s very pale so I feel like he burns pretty easily, meaning he needs to reapply super frequently otherwise he will become a tomato. He brings like three bottles of the good shit. Tch, rich boy.

If you ask him to build a sandcastle, he will pretend to be annoyed but do it anyways. Ends up finding it kind of enjoyable.

He has the maids prepare a nice picnic basket for the two of you!! It’s got all your favorite foods plus grape juice cuz y’know.

If any creepy peeps approach you, don’t worry. He brought his vision and his claymore.

Of course, he won’t have to resort to such violent lengths. Everyone in Mondstadt knows who Diluc is and they probably know you’re his s/o, so they’re usually smart enough to mind their own business.

If they don’t, don’t worry. Diluc’s glare is more than enough to scare them away.

All in all I definitely recommend a beach day with him! I’ll give it a solid 8/10 (-2 for not wearing floaties and getting in the water with you or letting you teach him how to swim.

🖌Albedo:

You guys definitely 100% take Klee out with you on a beach day.

You guys bring snacks, beach toys like buckets and shovels for optimal sandcastle building, a picnic blanket, etc.

Jean definitely packs a lot more stuff for you guys to take with you than you actually need.

It’s only cuz she’s worried for Klee and is nervous about not being able to go with you guys though! It’s very sweet really.

Klee tries to bomb the fish and cause havoc at the beach 😭

I think Albedo is a good swimmer and gets in with you and Klee so that he can help her (which is very cute omfg)

He’s set total workaholic, as we know, so it took a lot of convincing to get him to put down his experiments and accompany you to the beach (however, he’s particularly weak to yours and klee’s puppy dog eyes so he caved eventually)

Though, looking at you and Klee happily building sandcastles and decorating them with pretty seashells of all shapes and colors, he can’t really find it in himself to complain.

He, of course, takes this opportunity to take out his sketchbook and draw the waves, seagulls, you… Of course he won’t let you see the sketch book no sir. He’s a bit embarrassed to be honest, but an artist such as himself recognizes beauty when he sees it so he simply had to draw you. (God I love him so much)

If a creepy person approaches you,- well don’t worry. The sight of a small arsonist child blowing up fish is enough to scare them away 🥰

At the end of the day, all three of you are all ticketed out. Albedo has to carry Klee back to Mondstadt because the poor baby fell asleep the moment you started drying her hair with the beach towel. You’re, of course, carrying back Dodoco and your bags. (You also manage to sneak a peak at Albedo’s sketchbook and find some very pretty drawings of you and Klee with your sandcastle)

At the end of the day, you guys tuck Klee in and read her a bedtime story (she woke up and insisted). Afterwards Albedo takes you back home and thanks you for coming with you and Klee (which you ofc say wasn’t a problem because how could you not???)

All in all? I’ll give it a solid 10/10. You’ve got tasty food, fun times, your boyfriend and his cute kid adoptive sister (yes I am very biased idc)

🦋Xiao:

I think it would take a lot of convincing to get Xiao to go out on a beach date with you.

He’ll probably see it as a distraction getting in the way of his slaying of monsters and demons.

However, he also worships the grounds you walk on (hehe, simp XD), so I don’t think it’ll take that much convincing on your part (especially because it’s is self appointed duty to keep you safe so if you insist on going with or without him, he supposes he’ll have to go)

Is definitely a bit tense at first. He doesn’t know how to let loose and chill so while you’re sun tanning on a beach chair he’s like 🧍‍♂️ahdgshjsjd

Eventually calms down a bit though! You get him to relax and eat some almond tofu you brought along with you. It definitely gets him to perk up.

I don’t think he would mind getting into the water but I do think he’d rather walk along the shore and collect pretty seashells and sea glass.

He later gives the ones he deems pretties to you (he hands them over to you with a blush on his face and pretends it’s not a big deal and he definitely gets all pouty and grouchy when you coo at how adorable he is)

As for creeps, Xiao is both intimidating and well known in Liyue. No one is brave enough (or, let’s be honest, dumb enough) to approach you with any bad intentions.

Sure, Xiao has sworn never to harm a human/citizen of Liyue but that doesn’t mean he can’t scare the absolute shit out of them.

I think Xiao would definitely enjoy a beach day 🥺🥺. He’d find it very relaxing to go out with you and just hear the sound of waves and feel the sand under his feet.

He’d definitely hint at wanting to do it again later. Of course, he won’t tell you. No, that’s a foolish mortal activity and he has much better things to do.

Wait no, don't turn around, yes he will go with you next month.

All in all, I give Xiao a 9/10. It’s a very relaxing day (which he deserves 😤). And you get to see a whole new side of him.

💎Ningguang:

OK SO ORIGINALLY I WASN'T GONNA WRITE ONE FOR HER (at least not in this post) BUT THEN I THOUGHT OF LADY NINGGUANG TAKING YOU TO A WHOLE ASS PRIVATE BEACH

She knows you don’t care about how exclusive the beach you go to is (in fact, the fact that you don’t care about where you are or what you do is one of the things that make her fall more and more madly in love with you) but you deserve the best so she’s gonna go all out.

She’s a busy lady so days like this where the two of you get to go somewhere and be together are few and far between.

She knows it’s hard to be in a relationship with someone who is busy 24/7, so she appreciates how you remain by her side despite all hardships. (Y’all are a whole ass power couple istg)

The two of you spend your day relaxing. Sun bathing, drinking piña coladas, maybe taking a dip in the ocean. It’s all very pleasant!

Ningguang doesn’t quite feel like the type of person who would sit in the sand and make sandcastle, however you’re more than welcome to make some yourself. She finds it endearing <3

If you insist on her helping, she’ll eventually comply. She loves you too much to say no. I feel like she’ll either be terrible at it or like a total architect.

Sand is technically like tiny rocks right? So maybe she can use her vision to help her? If that’s the case, she’s making a replica of the Jade chamber out of sand.

If any creepy person comes up to you don’t worry. Ningguang will buy the whole beach and then use her right of admission as owner to permanently ban them from the beach you’re at.

The only downside to a day at the beach with Ningguang might be that there’s a big chance she’ll be called to tend urgent matters, seeing as she is the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and all.

If that does happen, she’ll be sure to make it up to you somehow, whether it be rescheduling or taking care of the matter as soon as possible so that the two of you can get back to your day of relaxation and fun.

All in all?? Lady Ningguang will treat you like total royalty and the two of you will have an amazing time! I give her an 11/10 (she would literally buy a whole beach for you to be comfortable I mean c’mon)

🍃Venti:

BEACH DAYS WITH HIM ARE SO FUN!!

Swimming? Yeah, he’d love to! Sunbathing? Sure! He’ll ever conjure up a light breeze for the two of you. Sandcastle building? WELL OF COURSE WHY DO YOU THING HE BROUGHT ALL THESE BUCKETS AND SHOVELS?

No but seriously, he might be the best person out of everyone here to go to the beach with. He’s fun, free spirited, and he’s a traveling bard who’s been alive long enough to know where all the best beaches in Teyvat are. (He also knows a guy- er, well, dragon I suppose- who is willing to fly them to any place).

He’ll play some soft tunes while you doze under the sun.

HE PICKS PRETTY SHELLS AND GIFTS THEM TO YOU!!!

He will bring booze. I’m pretty sure this is a necessity. If you’re a little upset about it, he’ll probably “eheh~” his way out of it. That slick bastard.

If you really insist on him not drinking, he won’t consume much alcohol.

If some creepy person approaches you and tries to ruin you your day of beach time fun, all of their stuff will suddenly be blown away, causing them to scramble back to their spot and (almost embarrassingly) flail around trying to catch everything. What a shame…

At the end of the day, he’d be a little sad to leave. Definitely makes plans about tbe two of you going back soon.

I gotta give him a 10/10 he’s just so fun omg.

[in-my-feels-probably]

Diver Down - JJ Maybank

JJ Maybank x Reader

Diver Down

Request - Hi! I have a request for an imagine, you could maybe do one of the scene where the pouges first find the boat (and y/n is part of the pouges and dating JJ). You could do it when she goes to investigate instead of John B and her bikini top gets stuck or she gets trapped in the boat and JJ saves her? (It would be JJ X Reader).  Don’t worry if not though it might not make sense  x

Hi, thank you so much for the request, I hope this is what you were wanting. I don’t love the outcome, but I thought this idea was cute, so I gave it a shot. Feel free to leave anything else you wanted or other requests, they’re still open for JJ as well as everyone else I write for.

Just a heads up, I did change some things, so it isn’t exactly like the episode.. Shoupe already showed up and told them to leave, John B hadn’t gone down to the wreck yet. She goes down in his place after Shoupe leaves, and that's when your request comes in and all of that happens. I hope that's ok and not too confusing to read, I just didn’t know the best way of doing it, and this seemed easiest. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

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“Guy’s I don’t know about you, but I don't really feel like getting arrested today, so can we hurry whatever we’re doing up, Shoupe didn’t seem like he was in a kidding around mood.”

“Relax, baby. I’m coming up with a plan.” JJ said, leaning to rest against you while using his hat to shade his eyes from the sun.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are J, don’t strain yourself. Look, none of you know how to dive, there’s less than a quarter of oxygen left in that tank, I’m just gonna dive down without it and see if there’s anything worth grabbing.”

Pope huffed at that. “Y/N, that is a terrible idea, you can’t hold your breath for that long. At least take the tank with you.”

You groaned. “No, it’s too heavy, it’ll just be harder to swim with and I’ll use up all the oxygen before I even hit the bottom. I’m a decent enough swimmer, I’ll be fine without it if I just go quick. I’m the best swimmer out of all of us.”

JJ gave you an uneasy look. John B and Kie shared nervous glances, unsure about your plan. Granted, any plan to dive down to a shipwreck without any knowledge of how to dive, let alone with an almost empty tank, was a bad one. At least this way, you were a little more confident that you could do it. A little.

JJ groaned before nodding. “Fine, but be quick about it. There’s nothing down there worth you getting hurt.”

You smiled at that, grabbing his hand in yours. “That's sweet, J, but the potential money or gold down there is worth getting hurt just a little bit.”

He glared at you, and you raised your hands up in surrender. “Kidding, kidding. I’ll be careful, and if something happens, I’ll be right up, ok bub? If I’m not back up in like two minutes, well shit, something went wrong, and it’s been nice knowing you, Kie, you can have my record collection.”

JJ’s eyes widened, and before he could protest, you pulled your shirt over your head, snatched the keys to the cargo hold out of his hand, and turned away from him, facing the water. “Wish me luck, diver down.”

You took a deep breath, and dived off the side of the boat. The water was deeper than you thought, but you could see the wreck at the bottom of the marsh, and you knew you could make it. You spotted the cargo hold, and went right for it. Once you were within reach, you quickly put the key into the lock, opening up the door.

Your chest began to feel tight, and you knew you only had about another minute left before you weren’t going to be able to hold on any longer. You could feel the pressure of being down that deep with no air, your ears beginning to pop. Reaching into the cargo hold, you pulled out a backpack. Satisfied with your findings, and knowing you could probably come back to the wreck with a better plan to search better, you decided to head back up.

You turned to use the deck of the boat to propel yourself back up, when a chunk of your hair got  caught in the hinge of the cargo door. You quickly pulled the backpack off of your shoulder and wrapped the strap into a knot around the anchor’s rope. You returned your focus to the cargo door and desperately started pulling at the ends of your hair, but it wouldn’t budge, it had gotten knotted up around the hinge.

Back on the boat, JJ sat anxiously at the edge, peering into the water below. “Guy’s she’s been gone a long time right? She’s been under longer than she should be, what if she got stuck or something happened and--”

John B cut him off, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright, calm down, I’m sure she’s fine.”

JJ was getting frantic now, pulling his shirt over his head, checking his pockets to make sure he still had that pocket knife on him. Pope was still peering over the side, looking for any sign of you. Kie stood up, now also really worried.

“I don’t like this, someone please do something!”

They argued back and forth, and down below, you were still struggling. You could see the silhouettes of them on deck, the setting sun peeking through the water. You were so close to them, not even 30 feet down, and yet this felt like the last time you were ever going to see them. You couldn’t hold your breath for any longer, you had stopped struggling trying to pull your hair free, and your body began to still.

Your lungs were on fire, your eyes beginning to cloud, and just as you were about to give in to the instinct to inhale, you watched a figure break the surface of the water. You began drifting in and out of consciousness as the figure came towards you, only to pass out soon after.

JJ reached you, eyes wide with panic, looking for a way to help you. He grabbed your wrist to tug you closer to him, and saw that your hair was what was stopping you from being able to get back up. He quickly got out his pocket knife, peeling it open and frantically sawing at the piece of hair stuck in the hinge. Once it was free, he wrapped his arm around your waist, and kicked off the deck of the boat to propel you up.

You bobbed at the surface, still unconscious.

Kie gasped. “Oh my god, oh my god, fuck, what do we do?”

The pogues ran to the side of the boat, John B immediately reaching over for your body, desperately trying to pull you back into the boat. JJ’s head broke the surface, and he helped push your body up and onto the boat, before hauling himself up too.

Pope had laid you out into the recovery position, making sure your airway was clear and that you could breathe. JJ was in tears now, grasping at your shoulders, shaking you. He tilted your head towards him, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Please wake up, baby, please. I need you, please.”

The rest of the pogues were now at your side, Kie softly crying while kneeling next to Pope. JJ shook you one more time, and your eyes opened, and you let out a gasp for air, turning to cough up water.

“Oh, thank god.” JJ murmured, pulling you into his lap and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and you slowly wrapped yours around his shoulders. You were facing the pogues now, and you tried offering them a tired smile, reassuring them that you were alright.

“Don’t do that to me again, don’t you ever fucking do that to me again!” JJ sucked in a breath, tears running down his face.

“I’m sorry, J. I’m ok, though, it’s alright, it’s fine.” You murmured, running your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him as best you could. He refused to let go of you, still holding onto you tightly. You peered up at your friends.

“Sorry, I left the bag I found down there, I tied it to the anchor though.” John B let out an exasperated laugh at that. “Jesus, Y/N, we don’t care about the stupid bag, we care about you.”

JJ still hadn’t released his hold, but moved to stand and pick you up, now leaning back to sit in one of the seats, you still in his lap. The pogues had backed away, giving you some space, getting ready to head out of the marsh. They were no longer in listening distance, and JJ began softly talking in your ear.

“I was really scared...I thought I was gonna lose you. Your eyes were closed when I got down there, you weren’t moving. And when I got you back up here, you weren’t breathing, you were just lying there. I thought you were dead.”

You wrapped your arms around him tighter. “You’re never gonna lose me, especially like that. It’s ok, love, I’m right here.”

He nodded into your shoulder. “I love you...and I’m sorry for the chunk of hair I had to cut off that's at the bottom of the marsh.”

You could feel him softly smiling into your shoulder, and you softly laughed. ‘I love you too, so much. And it’s alright, J, I was thinking about cutting it anyways. What do you think, would I look good with short hair?” You leaned back a little, letting him look at your face.

He just pulled you closer to him, wanting to be as close to you as he could, murmuring into your shoulder. “You’d look beautiful with anything, Y/N.”

You leaned into him, holding him the rest of the ride back to the Chateau.

[razorblade180]

Business as usual

Cinder:*writing*…..You’re going to have to be stealthier than that.

She turns around to see Dustin sitting in the window frame.

Dustin:Who said I was trying? Congrats though. Looks like you’re as sharp as ever, which means Ruby must be just as prickly.

Cinder:Do not compare me to her. *looks at maps* Did you complete your assignment?

Dustin:Nos when have I ever comeback a failure? It’s done. No more little mining village. There was an explosion. It was pretty unexpected. Poor workers.

Cinder:And their families?

Dustin:Eh.

Cinder:…What do you mean…eh?

Dustin:They had huntsmen, things got loud, and of course, pretty messy.

Cinder:You left survivors!?

Dustin:Relax~ none of them were adults.

Cinder:Tsk, so that’s how it is? Does that give you some false sense of ease? Children know more than you think, I should know.

Dustin:Hehe, I guess you would. *stands up* Cool your jets, mother. Your grimm get hungry and I don’t plan on being on their menu. Besides…

He walks over to the map and crosses out the town, as well as points at a nearby dam. Cinder’s eyes widen, watching him draw waves in the villages direction.

Dustin:I doubt they’re strong swimmers. Though if they are, good for them. Nobody’s gonna want to rebuild there anytime soon. Especially if there’s about of new aquatic life with sharp teeth.

Cinder:You’ve also made it infinitely harder to get the dust in the mines!

The door flies open with Neo covered in dirt, and sitting on crates of unrefined dust.

Neo:No he didn’t! Sweetie over here had your little pets dig a tunnel from the opposite side. Those miners were expecting ore deposits, but all they created was tomb.

Dustin:And with no records but then going for dust, your Little Red and everyone along with her will now be wasting time racing to get Dust before you.

Cinder:You’ve baited them…

Dustin:And no bait works without a few screaming survivors. Like you said, children know things, like what their mommy daddy did to put food on the table.

Cinder:Hmm *smiles* Good job.

Neo:Try, excellent. Our little boy has put on quite the show.

Dustin:Now then, got anything that doesn’t require too much thinking? No offense, but orchestrating chaos is pretty bothersome. I prefer a hands on approach.

Cinder:Your little sister nearly ruined our Vacou branch.

Dustin:….*smiles* Doooo tell~

Cinder:No doubt one of the idiots down there got caught snitched. It’s so hard to find good people.

Neo:Unless you raise them that is.

Dustin:So, a snitch is going into a ditch?

Cinder:No, stick with stitches. *smirks* make them all aware that no matter what, the protection offered by Remnant’s so called hero, won’t stop me from getting them when I want them.

Dustin:Okay, I can work with that. Who knows, I might see familiar faces. It’s been so long since I saw little sister properly.

Cinder:Keep her alive.

Dustin:Ugh, But-

Cinder:You don’t get to snip your rose before I turn mine to ash. Understood?

He puts his black hood up and makes his way back to the window.

Cinder:…However, if you do happen to encounter her, might I as well clip some thorns off.

Dustin:Heh, I’ll keep that in mind.

Neo:By sweetie. *blows kiss* Eat before you leave and change. Mud tracks in the desert is far to suspicious.

Dustin:Right as always. Later mom, mother. *jumps out window*

Cinder:You coddle too much.

Neo:No, you’re just a bitch.

Neo hops off the box and struts over to Cinder. The playful mercenary smirks. She straddles the brooding maiden, rubbing her face.

Neo:But you are my bitch.

Cinder:Says the one tunneling through the ground. You’re filthy.

Neo:And now you are too, so let’s go wash up~

[paterson-blue]

Deep End Distractions; Part 1

(gif credit: @driverdelight )

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3

Summary: As a swim instructor, you meet a lot of parents who are either overly committed to their kid's lessons or couldn't care less. You aren't 100 percent sure where Henry Barber's father lies on this spectrum, but man, is he hot.

Word Count: 4,257

Warnings: fem! AFAB reader, its very swim/water involved, summery shit, gratuitous description of Charlie Barber's hot dad bod, intense pining (mutual?? unrequited?? cast your votes below), that sexual tension when two characters just look at one another lmao, meddling Henry Barber— let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: Massive shout out to @paper-n-ashes for being the loveliest beta reader in the galaxy. Cheers to both your advice & your mutual Charlie thirst.

Prefer AO3? I gotcha!

“Alright Lilah, you’re doing so good! C’mon, Max, kick those legs buddy! Great job, Henry!”

You call out from the side of the pool, watching your determined students make their way down the lane on their little kick boards. It was late May, which meant swim lessons were in full swing at the neighborhood community center, and you’d applied to be an instructor. It wasn’t like you were an Olympic swimmer or anything, but you knew enough and you were CPR certified. Apparently that’s all the center was looking for, and now you were in charge of the 8-10 year old group.

“That’s it for today you guys. You did amazing!”

You lean over the edge with your arm out, holding on to the starting block so you can get low enough for the kiddos to each give you a high five. You didn’t have a very big class, really. Around here, most kids learned to swim pretty early—some even started from birth. It was just the thing to do, living by the ocean. Most of the older kids who needed lessons were either late bloomers or had moved from different areas of the country, their parents having business in and around LA.

It was a good bunch this year. Only six kids, but they were keen listeners and eager to learn. None of them were scared of the water, which saved a lot of time when it came to getting them doggy paddling around. They’d already been with you for three weeks, the program a bit more intensive than the normal casual classes other parents put their kids in, instead borderlining on swim practice. Your lessons hinged on teaching the kids actual swim techniques; to get them to learn the correct way to do everything instead of just learning how not to drown.

“Good cool down everyone. The pool is open for free swim as long as your parents say yes.”

You sit down on the edge, legs dangling in the water as you help each of your students out of the pool, hauling them onto the deck. The indoor area echoed with the voices of families and other swimmers, the sounds of splashing water and laughter creating a cacophony of noise. The giant room was mildly humid—smelled like chlorine. You wished idly that you could be at the outside pool, but the schedule flip-flopped. One week swim lessons were outside and aerobics inside, one week it was the opposite, and so-on.

The kids scamper off to their respective adults, careful not to run after being yelled at one too many times by the lifeguard on duty. You smile, getting up to stand, collecting your goggles and clipboard. Adjusting your suit from where it had ridden up while you were sitting, you turn from your place at the pool’s edge and walk over to the group of parents and nannies sitting together on fold-out beach chairs. You talk to them for a little while, mostly verifying that June’s class schedule would be the same and any changes would be sent through text and email.

Eventually the area empties out, students either leaving or going to the other side of the pool where the lanes ended and there was room to play around. Only Henry is left behind, sitting alone on a chair, his chin resting in his hand. You frown, making your way over to him.

“Henry? Where’s your mom?”

It was unlike Nicole to be late. She was always there right on time—more often than not in her own suit, ready to play with Henry as soon as class ended. Henry looks up at you, shakes his head. “My Dad’s picking me up today. He’s in the water. I tried to get his attention but he couldn't hear me.”

Your frown only deepens at Henry’s words, and you follow his gaze to the lane at the far end of the pool. There was a solitary swimmer doing laps, strong arms pulling their large body through the water. You point, brows arched at Henry in question, and he nods. You withhold a sigh. “Alright bud, I’ll go get him.”

You didn’t really like interrupting people from their work out but c’mon dude, your kid’s sitting all by himself! By the time you get to the end of the lane, he’s on the other side, so you have to wait for him to come back towards you. He moves through the water easily, at a slow, leisurely pace. He isn’t frantic like some of the other people doing laps, obviously isn’t in any sort of hurry. You notice that thankfully, he’s not doing any flipturns—you really didn’t feel like trying to grab hold of his ankle.

When his hand comes up to touch the wall in front of you, you reach out to grab at it. He glides away from you easily, but clearly feels your touch because he stops short in the water, jerking up to look at you. He squints at you through his goggles before shoving them up onto his forehead, revealing a pair of warm brown eyes. The skin around them was rimmed red where the goggles had indented his pale skin.

“Are you Henry Barber’s Dad?” You ask him, your tone just a little bit curt. As if on cue, Henry appears at your side, climbing up on top of the starting block and sitting down. The man in the water looks from you, to Henry, and back again.

“Yes, is something wrong?”

“Swim practice is over, Sir.”

His eyes widen, and he pulls one of his arms out of the water to look at the watch on his wrist. He has to shove away the dripping hair that was stuck to his face, but apparently he realizes the time because he looks back up at his son as he treads water. “Henry, you said 2:30!”

Henry shrugs, as if he neither cared nor remembered what time he’d told his father the lesson was over. You step away as the man in the water swims to the edge of the pool.

“I’m so sorry. I had my timer set, I just thought it ended later.”

His apology makes your irritation fade a little. You saw a lot of parents haul their kids in and out of here, trying to dump them off wherever they could so they didn’t have to deal with them. You can admit you may have jumped to conclusions about Mr. Barber; just because he wasn’t Nicole didn’t mean he wasn’t paying attention to his son.

You watch as the man ducks his head underwater, coming up with his goggles in one hand and the other slicking his wet, shaggy hair back. Doing so reveals a long neck leading up to a pair of big ears that stuck out from his head a little—they matched his prominent nose, but not in a bad way. You thought it was an oddly handsome mix of features.

He reaches up to the starting block, handing Henry his goggles. The boy takes them obediently before climbing back down to the ground. You give him a small smile, but you get distracted again—this time by the sight of Mr. Barber planting his large hands on the concrete pool ledge and hauling himself up, water cascading down his body in rivulets.

He climbs out easily, somehow graceful for someone so hulking. You look him over as he emerges, your stomach doing a weird funny dance that you really wish it wouldn’t. He had big feet, connecting to trim calves and large thighs. His shorts left little to the imagination with the way they were plastered to his skin, but they weren’t necessarily revealing—maybe you were just imagining a little too much. His torso was broad and strong, a little soft round the middle but in a way where you just knew there was plenty of muscle under that small bit of cushion.

Firm pecs and arms, stark collarbones—there were droplets of water settling in the delicate hollow of his throat. You blink, tearing your gaze away from them, face burning as your brain tells you to lick them away. Fuck, what was wrong with you?

Then that angular face, endearing ears, strong nose, beauty marks--and plush lips that were now turned up into a friendly smile. You’re quick to return the expression, hoping you don’t look as ridiculous as you feel. Shit, he was hot. Henry’s dad was hot.

“Can you go get my towel, honey?” His voice shakes you out of it, and you watch as Henry moseys over to their bags. Mr. Barber clears his throat before holding out his hand for you to shake. When you do, his palm practically engulfs yours, his long fingers sliding over your wrist. You blink at them, then at him. In the back of your mind your subconscious supplies one single coherent thought: no wedding ring.

“I’m Charlie,” he introduces himself, brown eyes alight, “I’m so sorry again. I’ll get the schedule right next time.”

“It’s no worries. Mistakes happen,” you hear yourself saying, as if you weren’t just ready to chew him out not two minutes ago. “Will you be picking him up regularly?”

Charlie nods, looking over when Henry comes back with a towel. He ruffles his son’s hair in thanks before wrapping the towel around his shoulders. You can’t help but be just a little disappointed to see all his bare skin leave your gaze.

“Yeah, I’ll be bringing him and picking him up. I’ve been in New York for business, but I’m back for the time being. Nicole’s schedule changed so she won’t be able to drive him. Hopefully I can use the free time to do laps.”

You nod. You’re nodding a lot actually. Maybe you should stop.

“Okay, sounds good! I mean, just let me know if anything changes. I don’t have you on the roster so you won’t have my number but Nicole does. I can—If you’d like I can give you the contact list for everyone.”

“I’d appreciate that, thanks.”

You nod—again—and turn to go back over to your things, grabbing your clipboard. You can hear Henry and Charlie talking as they follow you; they seem to be discussing what to have for a late lunch. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for super-hot-dripping-wet-man before you make your way to where they were picking up their bags.

“So I have everyone’s information here but I only laminated enough sheets for the parents I had on the roster.” You wince, apologetic, but Charlie shrugs it off.

“Oh, that’s understandable. I can probably get everything from Nicole.”

“I can just give you my number and send everything to you,” you respond, unthinking. Charlie looks at you, head cocked to the side, a small little smile of amusement quirking his lips up. You backtrack, trying not to speak too fast.

“I mean, all the parents have my number, so! It's not a big deal, I can just give it to you now and send everything through text—do you text? Email works too.” Nice save, you chastise yourself.

Charlie nods, that little smirk still on his face, like he’s been humored. He digs into his bag before pulling out his phone, rubbing his hands on his towel before plucking in the code. “Okay, I’m ready.”

You recite your number to him and he saves it quickly before taking another look at his watch.

“Shit, Henry, we gotta go, your mom said you need to be at your cousins' house by 3:30.” He glances back at you, looking slightly apologetic. “I’ll see you next time—ends at 2:15, right?”

There’s a twinkle in his eye as he says it, like it’s your little inside joke. It makes you smile, and you nod at him. “Yep. See you then.”

He and Henry make their way towards the locker room in a rush, Charlie reassuring Henry that they’d go through a drive-thru on the way home. You watch them leave, your heart still pitter-pattering in your chest. Mr. Barber would be the one at practice now—he’d be swimming. You’d get to talk to him; get to see him like that again.

You can’t fucking wait.

—————————————————-

The next lesson, you pay more attention. When Henry comes out of the locker room, goggles already strapped onto his head, he’s shadowed by the lumbering form of his father. A father who was dressed in nothing but a pair of swim trunks and a towel slung around his shoulders. You try to pretend like your eyes haven’t just slid over his body hungrily, busying yourself with double checking your attendance sheet.

After a couple moments there’s a gentle tap on your shoulder. When you turn, you’re faced with those stupid broad shoulders. You look up and into Charlie’s kind face.

“I’ve got the right time today, I promise.” He lifts his wrist, tapping his watch. You think, idly, that he really didn’t have to come over just to tell you that. Most parents didn’t talk with you beforehand, and barely afterwards. But you indulge him—or maybe yourself—and respond.

“Oh, good. Didn’t really want to try to grab hold of you again. Last time you were on a roll, nearly pulled me in. I would not have been happy.”

“Well I’m certainly glad that didn’t happen. I wouldn’t want Henry getting kicked out of class on my account.” He quips, an easy grin now on his face, revealing crooked front teeth and pointy incisors. Shit, how was he getting even cuter? You shake your head, his attitude lifting yours, making you feel more comfortable with your conversation.

“Oh no, I’d never do that to my best student. I’d just have to kick you out. Send you over to the senior aerobics class.”

Charlie laughs, his head tilting back a little, letting his artfully swept-back hair brush further over his shoulders. It looked feathery soft all dry like this; you wanted to reach out and touch it. Down, girl, you tell yourself.

You glance over at your little group of students; it finally looked like everyone had arrived. Charlie seems to notice this as well because he takes a tiny half-step away from you.

“Well I’ll be in the far lane if you need anything.”

‘Like what?’ your brain supplies, but before you can embarrass yourself by actually asking the question, he’s giving you a half-wave and tiptoeing across the wet tile to the lap lanes. Clearing your throat, you return to your clipboard, forcing yourself to take roll again before starting the class.

Things continue like this for the next two weeks. You suddenly can’t remember how you ever got through life without your three-days-a-week vision of Charlie Barber in a swimsuit. You know you shouldn’t be absolutely shamelessly lusting over one of your student’s fathers, but hey, like you’d just said: absolutely shameless. As long as you weren’t obviously drooling over him, it was fine, right?

He wasn’t just nice to look at. He was kind, not only to you and Henry, but to the other students and family members as well (whenever he was out of the pool in enough time to speak with them). He even volunteered to help drive Lilah to practice for two days when her mom got sick, even though her house was out of his way. Bare minimum? Maybe. But it’s not like you knew this man. He was pretty, he was funny, he was sweet. That was it. He could be a serial killer for all you knew—a larger, perpetually wet, Ted Bundy type.

So maybe you’d give yourself a pass for choosing to believe he really was as lovely as he seemed.

One Saturday you’re at the community center, laying outside under the warm sun as you let yourself air dry. You normally didn’t work weekends but one of the other instructors had a family emergency, and you’d agreed to cover her practice. It was a group of about ten 11-12 year olds, and they were pretty self sufficient when it came to doing their regular routine, so it really wasn’t any extra stress. An extra pay cheque was nothing to complain about.

You’ve got your eyes closed, breathing slowly and steadily, feeling just a little sleepy in the heat of the day. By now, the sound of splashing water and laughing kiddos was a comfort; you could probably pop a recording on at night and fall asleep to it like some weird white noise track. Suddenly there’s a little prickle in the back of your brain—the strange but familiar feeling that someone was there next to you. You look up, shielding your eyes from the glare of the sun, and there is Charlie Barber in all his half-dressed glory.

His eyes widen, mouth falling open in a little ‘o’—then he’s ducking his head, moving a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. He looks sheepish at being caught. “Hi. Sorry, I—I didn’t know if you were asleep, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I wasn’t asleep.” You say kindly, sitting up and giving him what you hope is a warm smile. He returns it, running a hand through his dark hair.

“I wasn’t, uhm, here for long. I mean I wasn’t watching you or anything.”

Your brows arch of their own accord, and his pretty pale face turns red.

“… You know, I thought saying that would make me seem like less of a creep but I don’t think it worked.”

“No, I don’t think it did.” You say, but you’re holding back a laugh. Charlie huffs, shaking his head at himself, the corners of his full lips twisting up into a self-deprecating smirk. Your gaze falls from his face to his chest, and your brain clutches greedily at the image even as you quickly cast your eyes towards the pool.

“Where’s Henry?”

Charlie shifts from one foot to another, a rueful smile on his face. “I’m not ‘Dad’ today. Just Charlie. Henry’s up in San Francisco with Nicole.”

“Oh.” You’re surprised, and Charlie seems to notice. He gestures to the lounge chair beside you, brows arched in question. When you nod your assent, he sits.

“I’ve started coming here by myself. I like doing laps, and I’m slowly but surely trying to expose myself to the California sun.” He chuckles, stretching his long legs out in front of himself. Your eyes track the movement, watching the muscles in his thighs flex. God, he wasn’t fair.

“—Which, ah, reminds me.” His tone now sounds a little apprehensive and it gets your attention. He’s digging in the pocket of his trunks and comes out with a bottle of sunscreen, the item dwarfed in his large hand. “So this is embarrassing, but if I don’t put this shit on I turn red as a lobster. Usually I make Henry do my back because, you know, that’s what your kids are for but he’s not here today and I don’t know a single person here but you and, well…”

He trails off, apparently not able to finish his request. His honey brown eyes peek up at you from where he had his head ducked, hair falling into his face. You knew what he was asking, and there was no way you weren’t saying yes, no matter how many alarm bells in your head were telling you not to indulge.

“Sure,” you hear yourself saying. “Hand it over.” You reach out and he looks relieved as can be; he passes the bottle to you, long fingers brushing your palm.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it. Last time I didn’t put sunscreen on my back I couldn’t sleep for a whole week. I’ve got a shit pain tolerance.” He flashes you a grin that can only be described as nervous before he’s sitting up straight and rotating himself until he has his back to you. You stare at the expanse of ivory skin covering firm muscle. Jesus H Christ.

You flick open the bottle, dispensing some of the cream into your hands. You realize maybe you should say something in return. “A whole week, huh? Sounds a little excessive.”

Charlie scoffs. “You try excessive when you hurt too bad to sleep any way but on your front, and then your son launches himself on top of you in the morn—EEENG!”

The yelp he lets out as the cold sun lotion hits his skin makes you burst out laughing, your whole body shaking as your hands rub against the backs of his shoulders. The back of his neck is quickly turning red, likely from embarrassment, and you find it within yourself to choke out an apology. “Sorry! Sorry, I—that was mean of me.”

“You’re fucking right it was!” His response is immediate, but when he turns his head to the side to eye you from his peripheral you can see he’s grinning, a dimple denting his cheek. You can’t keep the smile off your face even as your gaze turns to where you were touching him. You tell yourself you’re studying to make sure all of the cream gets spread evenly but you find your eyes tracing the smattering of freckles that decorated his skin.

Delicate constellations made their way from shoulder to broad shoulder, dipping down his spine. Your hands move with your gaze, down his ribs, noting when he shifts in his seat, arching away from you wherever he was ticklish. You have to stop and get a refill of sunblock, doing it blindly as you were too focused on the beauty marks that graced his form.

You want to stay like this forever, touching him. You want to memorize every little spot on his skin with your lips, want to drape yourself over him and press your cheek against one of those firm shoulders. You’d tend to the ones on his face, too; press as many kisses to the dimples on his cheeks as the dimples on his lower back.

… But you can’t. You won’t. Instead, you rub in the cream until it’s disappeared from view, and then tap his bicep. “There ya go. All done!”

He turns back to face you, a strange expression on his face; it’s gone before you can begin to try to decipher it. In its place is his normal, gentle, Charlie Barber smile: plush lips turned slightly up at the ends. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, anytime.” Anytime. Fucking hell, did you really just tell him that you would rub lotion into his skin anytime??

Charlie huffs out a quiet laugh, but it’s not one that makes you feel self-conscious—it’s not a laugh at you. It almost seems like he's laughing at himself. You chew on your bottom lip as he reaches across the space between the two of you and plucks the bottle of sunscreen from the chair. “Well, I’ll leave you be. I’ll see you on Monday?”

You nod, your whole body mourning when he stands, towering over you once again, the distance suddenly much too far.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “See you on Monday.”

You watch him lumber off towards the pool, alabaster skin shiny under the summer sun. Sigh.

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“My dad likes you.”

You arch your brows at Henry, giving him a look. It was Monday, and the two of you were sitting outside under a giant umbrella, waiting for Charlie to arrive. He’d texted you earlier that morning, frantic, saying he had a meeting that got moved around and now it ended at 2:00; he was worried he’d be late to pick up Henry. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you didn’t mind waiting with Henry until he got there.

You expected the boy to take the time for free play in the pool, especially since outside had a slide instead of the regular diving boards inside. But nope—Henry had plopped down right next to you and started talking.

“He thinks you’re pretty. He wants you to be his girlfriend.”

“Henry!” You scold him even as you laugh, shaking your head, cheeks aflame. He shrugs, matter of fact.

“It’s true. He told me.”

“Oh did he?” You don’t believe him for a second. Henry was known for being mischievous. Never any harm done, but he enjoyed his jokes and pranks. This was probably just another outlet for him.

“Yeah. I asked him in the car. I said ‘Miss Y/N is pretty’ and he agreed.”

You hum, thoroughly amused. You didn’t dare entertain the thought of Charlie Barber thinking you were pretty. He was just so…him. There was no way.

“I see.” You finally say, not quite knowing how to respond but not wanting to leave Henry hanging. The boy sighs, flopping down to lean against the back of the chair. You lean back yourself, legs crossed at the ankle, studying him. “What?”

He shrugs again, shoulders heaving dramatically. “Also he acts all weird around you. He always messes with his hair to make sure it looks nice.”

“He does not.”

“Does too!” Henry chirps, and you laugh, causing him to laugh in return. The two of you giggle together before movement at the outside gate catches your eye. There was Charlie, dressed in dark slacks and a blue button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He catches your eye and waves, before running a hand through his dark hair, as if desperately trying to fix it. You blink, and turn to look at Henry.

Henry grins.