#and to be extra clear i am not saying put her in a dress

[sinkableruby]

while the memes about utena being like "😟boys" are funny i think its important to recognize that utenas sexuality is very expressly left open to interpretation in the series. theres nothing that says one way or the other if she's comphetting or just feeling guilty bc of her whole prince thing (and perhaps for other reasons, namely ones about anthy).

how i like reading it personally is that like. utena is who she is. she wears masculine clothes and has long pink hair. she likes boys and girls (although she's in very obvious denial about the second one). like with episode 12, that's her "normal." of course everyone's free to read it how they want but i like that idea. she is who she is, and just by being that and refusing to be anything else she transgresses the boundaries of what the general world considers to be "normal." that's what makes her "revolutionary"

but like. its never stated. and its not like if she were bisexual or something that would really hurt the messages or themes of the show in the slightest yk

[bratzforchris]

I Think You're Hot

Summary: SFW and NSFW headcanons about Matt being the golden retriever to his bisexual wife's black cat <3

Pairing: Matt x feminine!reader

Warnings: Smut, pouty bottom/bratty sub!Matt, oral (f receiving), p in v, dom fem!reader, mentions of threesomes, nipple play (none of this is overly descriptive because it's headcanons, but you're responsible for what you consume online!)

A/N: Many of these may seem like I am stereotyping bisexual people, especially women. I am bisexual myself and truly mean no harm by this <3 Every bisexual person is different! Don't fetishize us and love us for who we are 🩷💜💙 Special tag for my bff @nicksbestie for plotting with me <3 Enjoy!

SFW

✯Matt who gave his (then girlfriend, now) wife the biggest smile and hug when she came out to him

"You know this doesn't change how I feel about you, right? You're still my girl, and I love you more than anything in the world. Plus, now we get to have celebrity crushes together!!"

"That's the first thing you think of?"

"Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn is hot as fuck."

"...you got me there."

✯ He absolutely adores all of your piercings and tattoos. They make you so you. He loves to leave kisses on each one when you're cuddling

✯ Speaking of tatted/pierced bi baddie, you gotta add the colored hair to that, right? Matt adores going to the beauty supply store with you and picking out new hair colors for you to try

"Purple and pink?"

"There isn't a single color you couldn't pull off, my love."

✯ Matt who goes ALL FUCKING OUT for pride. There's a rainbow flag outside your house, he's putting pink/purple/blue hair chalk in his hair, and he is happily accompanying you and Nick to all the pride parades and festivals

"It's pride month, so I have to do whatever you say."

"Matt...you do that every month, baby. You're whipped."

✯ He absolutely loves playing games with you, even if he has to hear about how hot certain characters are. You even have matching gaming setups <3

✯ Every single one of their subscribers comments on how well dressed Matt is. Where do you think he gets his style tips? His wife 100%. You know how to perfectly balance between masculine and feminine, having your own days where you leaned more towards one or the other

✯ Matt who becomes a coffee shop enthusiast. You're rather addicted to iced coffees, and he's willing to oblige your addiction. The fans go especially crazy over photos of the two of you in cute cafes

✯ "Goddamn, I am so gay."

"Oh 😞"

✯ Matt who helps you cuff your jeans <3

✯ Absolutely jumps to defend you from bigots. He may seem shy and gentle, but the second someone even thinks anything rude about his wife, he is jumping down their throats

✯ Matt who loves the style you pull off. He thinks the way you wear flannels, jeans, and Converse one day and then full beat makeup and heels the next is so beyond sexy

✯ "Matt, look she's so hot."

"She's very hot, but not as hot as you *cheesy grin*."

✯ On days when you're not very feeling confident in your sexuality, Matt makes sure to give you extra love and attention, promising that he thinks you're amazing no matter what <3

NSFW

✯ Matt who's okay with threesomes as long as there's clear boundaries that the other girl isn't joining your relationship full time

✯ Two hot women domming him? He's folding so fast

✯ Matt who's an absolute brat because he loves seeing his dom get all worked up

"You watch my mouth. I can't see it."

"What was that, sweet boy? Fix the attitude."

✯ Showing your third partner how to control him and Matt just smiles sweetly, all thoughts that don't have to do with him being pounded into the mattress disappearing

✯ If it was just you and Matt, he absolutely loves to eat you out to show you how "sorry" he is (he will mouth off again)

"Please...I promise I won't *grunt* do it again."

"Fine. But you better use that mouth for what's it made for and make this worth my while."

✯ Matt whose wife has her nipples pierced and he loves to play with them, gently sucking over the cool metal of the barbells

✯ Matt who loves it when you're on top, riding him until he's begging to cum with tears in his eyes

✯ When you have a third partner, he can't help but to grind his hips into the mattress as he whimpers, watching the two prettiest girls he knows go down on each other

✯ Matt who has a collar with his wife's name on it and blushes when your third partner points it out

"Someone really is whipped, huh?"

*cue blushes, gentle giggles, and enthusiastic nods*

✯ Matt who loves his bi wife and wouldn't trade her for anything 🩷💜💙

tags ♡: @sturnlovr @matthewsturniologirly @pkfferoo @jetaimevous @blahbel668 @sturniolowhore @muwapsturniolo @nicksbestie @sturnlova @gxldenlush @calumsrockstar @pepsiluvr0209

[tealfloyd]

THE PREFECT'S SHOW #1 — TRAVELLING WITH CROWLEY: 0/10

It's not often you go to holiday vacations with your teachers. While some may consider that possibility an interesting situation, you can't say the same for a certain masked headmage.

CONTENT: Crowley + Crewel (Platonic). They're trying to be good father figures; Crowley fails in the process. NUMBER OF WORDS: 1,5k.

“Fun fact,” you started, stirring the coffee you brought with you as you sat down, placing it on the table. “Heartslabyul students don't drink coffee because they have a rule against it. It's kind of like a forbidden drink, and if you consider the health risks, it's understandable. But this thing has been my lifesaver, and I'm no Heartslabyul student, so,” you continued sipping, “it's even better."

“What's up? Ramshackle Prefect here ready to tell the story about how my guardian almost left me behind at the airport during the holidays."

You took a large, final sip of your coffee before placing it aside, clearing your throat.

“To start, I want you to picture this: the holiday break is close, and the finals are over, resulting in happy students having the time of their life, including me. Now, ditch all that and replace it with overwhelming concern the moment Crowley asks for my assistance. Again."

“Headmage?” You asked, stepping inside Crowley's office, looking for his distintive figure everywhere. “Is something the matter?"

“Young MC," he abruptly said, causing you to jump in surprise as you turn to meet his gaze. You felt nervousness begin to creep up your spine upon inspecting his eyes, thinking the worst of scenarios due to how serious he was. Did Grim fail all the exams? Were you about to get expelled? Was he going to cut your allowance once more?

You definitely thought a lot of possibilities. None of them were good.

“You see. While finishing my plans for my upcoming vacations, I happened to encounter an extra-ticket I wasn't aware of, and what kind of headmaster would I be if not the one that makes sure his students are content with wonderful gifts?"

You tilted your head, confused at the implication. "I'm afraid I'm not following you."

"Dear Prefect," Crowley said, his flourished words becoming even more dramatic after your oblivious remark. "I'm inviting you to spend your holidays with me! Oh, how incredibly kind of me!"

Suspicion was the only thing that flooded you, one of the many reactions Crowley often caused in you when putting up questionable situations like these on the table. "You want me to accompany you on your vacations?" You asked, a million of possible scenarios running through your head. "Am I going to encounter some kind of mafia on your behalf—"

"I'd never do such a thing!"

"Asking the mafia for favors or send me off to pay your debt?"

"My, I'm only doing this because of my immense kindness!" He proclaimed, a huff leaving his lips upon seeing that you still hadn't given up on frowning. "Look. I'm aware that I may not have been the best of guardians, but I'm positive that this trip will bring none other than wonderful memories! So, what do you say?"

“I had my doubts," you fixed the camera briefly before continuing. “I think every person that has met Crowley would've had them. But it seemed genuine, so I said yes. However, the problem came after that."

"Absolutely not," Crewel remarked, his gloved hands graciously working on packing every single piece of attire he could find, not even stopping to acknowledge Crowley's proposal. "There's no way I'm letting you take MC to a different country, much less when I can't be there to watch over her."

"May I remind you that I'm perfectly able to care for MC? Why, if I'm perfectly suitable to be her father!" Crowley argued, his overdramatic words only causing Divus' vein to become more noticeable, his eye beginning to twitch.

"And may I remind you that the one who pays for her food and clothes is me?" Divus countered, trying to contain his frustration as to not damage the fragile dress he was preparing for an upcoming event. A gala that was going to be held on another country that featured his new winter designs, or so he told you. "If anything, I was going to invite her to spend her holidays with me."

"Totally inadmissible! The gentlemen code clearly stands up for the one who posed the invitation first."

"Well, I'm sure MC is going to agree with me," and right then and there, both of them turned to look at you at the same time, making you flinch in realization of what was about to come.

"Right?"

"I, uh..." You pondered for a moment, taking your time to think before sighing. "I think that I want to go with Crowley. Not because I favor him or something, but you have your gala, and I don't want to bother you. Plus, it'd be interesting if he stands for what he says."

Crewel sighed, walking a few long strides before standing right in front of you, a concerned expression on his features. "Are you completely sure? I won't have difficulties to take care of you if you do decide to come with me."

You smiled at him, reassuring his uneasiness. "I'm sure. You always told me that we mustn't judge before experiencing first, so I'm trying to abide by that."

"Oh, what an immensely great moment for a daughter and her kind father—"

"Stop that."

“Indeed. I trusted Crowley's invitation," you nodded, grimacing at the memory. "In my defense, I really thought it was going to be a chill vacation. Grim didn't complain much after I told him we were going to a tropical beach, given that he thought he was going to get a lot of free fish, and since Crewel had given Crowley his blessing—and a well-placed threat—all that was left was packaging and leaving."

"Let's focus on the leaving part."

“Are you sure we couldn't have just... I don't know, do something more humane than forcing him to sleep?" You asked Crowley, who was already in vacation mode, as you looked down at the cage Grim was in. For as kind as his invitation was, you surely didn't expect him to use his magic to put your little monster to sleep after he caused a fuss to not get put into "prison" (meaning, a cat cage); all this trouble just so he didn't have to pay for another ticket. Incredible.

"It's completely okay, Prefect! Little Grim will be more than elated once he sees that he hadn't had to withstand the horrors of turbulence," he responded, his apparently unharmful words to excuse himself enough to make you sigh.

"Whatever you say."

It took you both less than ten minutes to arrive to the waiting area, with you about to sit and relax before boarding time when Crowley spoke. "Prefect, can you be so kind to bring me some vittles? It's incredibly important to make sure to board with a full stomach."

"I don't know how factual that is, but okay," you nodded, leaving both Grim and your luggage (which wasn't much to begin with, at least compared to his much larger suitcase) on the chair next to him, walking to the nearest shop.

“Ten minutes." You brought a hand to your forehead, a heavy sigh leaving your mouth as you recalled the worst part of the story. "It took me ten minutes to grab everything that he and I might need, and apparently, in that short span of TEN MINUTES, an announcement went off informing everyone that our flight was boarding earlier."

"And guess what?"

Slamming your palm on the table, you raised your voice, filled with frustration. “Crowley had forgotten that I hadn't returned despite my belongings and Grim being in his hands! So, I was left alone in a crowded airport with no phone, no boarding ticket and no guardian, so, again, guess what I had to do."

“Excuse me," you politely called, drawing the attention of the woman sitting right at the information booth. “I would like to make an announcement, if possible. It's to call for my familiar; he got lost and I can't find him."

“Of course. Please make sure it's short." You thanked the lady, taking ahold of the intercom being handed to you before pressing the button.

“Dire Crowley. For the crime of leaving MC behind she is in the rightful obligation of telling Divus Crewel you abandoned her and thus, you're to be on the receiving end of his wrath. Thank you for your attention." After the announcement, you handed the communicator back to the information woman, smiling in response to her shocked expression. “Thank you very much."

“To be honest, I kept it classy. Not because I wanted to but because there were children around, but if it wasn't for them then I WOULD'VE TOLD HIM THAT HOW DOES HE DARE TO LEAVE ME BEHIND AT AN AIRPORT WITHOUT ANY MEANS OF COMMUNICATION AND WITH BARELY ENOUGH MONEY FOR A SANDWICH. YES, CROWLEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU, YOU ABSOLUTELY PIECE OF SH—"

Cue to your enraged self being cut off and replaced with a much more calmer one, playing with the edge of your cup.

“It was a hard day. Mostly because after he picked me up, I tripped and fell face-first on the floor. So, yeah, awesome day. I never had so much fun before."

"Crewel doesn't know this since I told him that I was having the time of my life. And, in contrast to what you may think after telling you all this, I did enjoy the rest of the trip; surprisingly enough, Crowley bought me an expensive souvenir as an "I'm sorry" gift." Grabbing a handmade figurine of a traditional character people in that island supposedly adored, you showcased it to the camera, pointing at a few, cheaply painted spots. "Yeah, he was probably scammed, but it's the thought that counts."

You placed it back on the table before returning your focus on the camera, a soft smile adorning your face.

“Well, the coffee is over, the story has been told and the time's up, so today's vlog has come to an end." And before disconnecting the camera, you made a peace sign. "Prefect out."

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[merakiui]

Hello! Could I request flower bouquet from the miscellaneous menu.. And as for the dynamic, I'm quite indecisive on that regard, but I recall you saying it's fine to let you chose? Forgive me if I'm wrong. I'd like to order that with red velvet cupcakes & banana pudding from the midnight menu for Jade Leech, with an AFAB reader. If you are unable to do this, it is completely understandable. I hope your day/night goes well, and may you take care.

yandere!jade leech x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, kidnapping, slight angst, royalty au (princess!reader x butler!jade) note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

It’s well past midnight when Jade finds you in the garden. He spots you milling about aimlessly beneath a stone archway. Greenery twists up the rough surface; vines spotted with tiny flowers drape like fruit from a bough. Moonlight paints you in strokes of silvery magnificence, a breathtaking sight even the most skillful painter could never hope to replicate on a canvas. Even though it’s the middle of summer, there’s a fierce bite to tonight’s temperature. It’s in his nature to protect, a bodyguard and a butler in one, which is precisely why he frets when he notices you’re dressed in a thin nightgown and a silk robe.

You’re stunning regardless of your attire. He’s always thought so. A hopeless observation, for you have never belonged to him and thus those words will remain a scandal under lock and key.

“My lady?” He approaches with even steps, his voice a gentle whisper. Despite his best efforts, you still flinch at his sudden arrival. He bows respectfully, a hand held over his heart. “Forgive me for startling you. I noticed you weren’t in bed when I came to check on you, and so I thought I might find you here.”

“Am I really so predictable?”

“Quite.” He chuckles at the pout that twists on your lips. “Admittedly, my advantage is rather unfair. I’ve known you long enough to commit all of your habits and haunts to memory.”

“You’re too good. It’s not fair…”

“Is everything all right?” Jade moves to shrug his tailcoat off, aiming to drape it across your shoulders for extra layering, but you stop him. “My lady?”

“I’m not cold. Thank you, though.”

Jade nods slowly and slides his arms back into the sleeves. “May I ask what’s keeping you up? It’s unlike you to visit the garden so late.”

“It’s nothing major. Just thinking too much about too many things. If that makes any sense…”

He hums in acknowledgement. You fidget on your bare feet. Some days Jade thinks you’d wander to your death if it weren’t for him. Having suspected this, he made sure to bring your shoes. Guiding you to the marble bench at the end of the pathway, where the space opens into a clearing enclosed with shaped shrubbery, Jade lowers to his knees.

“A princess shouldn’t dirty her feet so carelessly,” he reminds you, taking hold of your foot and gingerly sliding your shoe on.

You frown at him. “Does it matter?”

“In polite society, yes, very much so.”

“Polite society is the worst. How am I meant to frolic in the flowers as the fairy tales intended if I can’t even take my shoes off for such a thing?”

“You may do so in your dreams.”

“It’s not the same.”

Jade gazes at your legs from where he kneels. Should his gaze climb any higher… He snuffs that thought before it can take root. “Perhaps not, but the world within a dream is lenient and lawless. You’re free to break every rule you desire.”

He offers you his arm and you take it. Lifting you from the bench, he walks with you and admires lush blossoms alongside you. Sweet is the night breeze, bringing recollections of a childhood that has long since fled. Watching you, future heir to the throne, from afar, an unimportant butler-in-training… You’ve always been his world—the center of his vision. The single flower in a garden infested with weeds.

What he’d do to pick you and put you in a pot of his own making. To keep you solely because it is the whim of a selfish heart caught up in foolish, one-sided limerence.

“What would you do? In your dreams, I mean. If you could experience any dream, what would it be?”

Jade peers at you, taken aback. “You’re asking me?”

“No, I’m asking the flowers.” Playfully, you reach up to pat his head. He leans down to meet your hand halfway, a smile gracing his features. How fervently he wishes you would touch him with more purpose. If only your individual stations were not so far apart. If only he could become your equal just for tonight and know rapture under your fingertips. “Yes, Jade, I’m asking you.”

It’s not a calculated risk, for he knows the outcome will never be in his favor, but he acts on impulse anyway. He seizes your hand. You flinch away, surprised by this forthright display, but he holds firm. He’s determined to see this through to the end, even if it lands him a heart more shattered than when he began.

“I would become a prince and marry you.”

Much to his chagrin, you laugh. “That’s quite the lofty dream. A funny one, too.”

He squeezes your hand, insistent. “That is the truth.”

“It’s not.” You meet his mismatched stare. “It… It’s not, right? Surely you jest.”

“I have always admired you, my lady.” Testing his limits, he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles. “Though you may be forever out of my reach and I may be but a mere servant, that does not stop me from loving you any less.”

Your face falls. There is no reciprocation to be found in your gaze. He suspected this from the beginning, but it does nothing to soothe the sting.

He grasps your other hand, hoping to bestow a kiss to it as well, but you jerk away so quickly that you trip over your feet and land in a heap on the grass. He doesn’t make any move to help you up. Not yet, at least. Lying sprawled on your back, you watch him with uncertain eyes.

“How long?”

“The day your father rescued me and brought me in—you offered your hand to me, and you told me I would never know the dangers of the sea again.” Jade stands over you, observing the many emotions flickering on your face, before lowering to your height. He straddles you with ease. “I had never known such kindness until then.”

“Ah, right… I remember that day. You were injured so severely they put you on bedrest. You had to learn how to walk all over again.”

“In spite of everything they told you about me, you visited me regardless. Every day, at every hour, to bring snacks and toys. To cheer me up. To wish for my swift recovery. To act as my crutch. For that, I am forever grateful.” His hands slide your nightgown up, and he feasts on the sight of your panties—on the way you draw your thighs together to hide from him. “I have always stood dutifully by your side, hoping to repay you for all that you’ve done for me.”

You look delicate in the grass, your robe slipping from your shoulders. Like a pinned butterfly or an angel having just fallen from the sky, you’re a sugared fantasy brought to life.

“Jade.” You grab at his shoulders and push back weakly; he doesn’t budge. “We… We shouldn’t. I can’t. If someone were to see—”

“They won’t.”

“Yes, but I—” you turn away from him, worrying your lip between your teeth— “I can’t, Jade… I’m betrothed. F-Furthermore, it’s not safe without…protection. You can’t.”

He smiles fondly, so sickly, stupidly enchanted. With the moon just behind his head, framing it like a hazy halo, you might mistake him for an angel. His actions suggest he’s anything but.

Lifting his index finger to his lips, he shushes you. “In that case, let’s play pretend for tonight—just as we used to—and trap ourselves in a dream.”

Your refusal falls on deaf ears.

Hands crawl along the expanse of your body, feeling everything within reach. He’s overjoyed to behold you, to press down on the space between your legs and savor your staggered breaths. You plead with him all throughout it, begging him to cease now and he’ll be spared. But Jade can’t. If it kills him, he wants to have died knowing he was on cloud nine.

This has always been his dream.

For tonight, he is neither prince nor butler. For tonight, he is simply a monster—the same monster your maids warned you against when you were little: “That cursed child is no good. He will bring ruin to your father—to you, Your Highness. You must keep away, for a child of the sea is a child of destruction and agony.”

The same monster who looked on with a single golden eye, lying in wait like the perfect predator and wearing the skin of a human to hide his true identity. The same monster who took to training as if it were second nature, honing his skills as a butler and a bodyguard. Hardening a heart that has never had the capacity to care for anything other than himself and the ones who have since departed.

The same monster who loves the human he ought to hate, for it is your kind who hunt the waters he was conceived in. Who spear merfolk with harpoons and feast on their flesh and eggs like it’s a sacred delicacy. Who arrange their skeletons in aureate frames. Who mount their taxidermied tails to the wall.

The same monster who, in some distant fairy tale, could have been a king if not for the devastation of his family tree.

Dewy grass sticks to your skin. The scent of moist earth envelops you in its verdant embrace. Jade sinks in slowly, holding you down by your hips. You squirm and cry, but he persists. He could be cruel and callous, rut into you like an animal instead of a lover, but he refrains. He loves you too much, and that hurts more than any pain he could inflict on you.

You dig your nails into his shoulders. If they were sharper, you might have been able to tear through his uniform. Sweet, soft moans spill from pretty, plush lips. He kisses you, adoring the hold your walls have on him when he rolls his hips to fill you deeper.

“Jade… Jade, please,” you ramble, breathing hot and heavy in his ears. It’s musical, the way you sing for him through your tears. “Oh, please pull out. I—aah—can’t… We can’t. Please, Jade.”

Perhaps it would have been easier to hate you and your father—detest the kingdom who has rendered his home an aquatic graveyard. Surrounded in a garden of exotic blooms, Jade thinks that’s impossible. Love born from hate is thorny, impossible to quell once it’s come to fruition. It’s dug its roots into his heart and given way to the most fearsome flower.

He should have killed you. He should have held that pillow over your face all those years ago when he snuck into your bedroom, silent as a shadow. He should have, but he didn’t—couldn’t. And now he’s here, towering over you without the pillow. His hands stray towards your throat, but instead of an execution he drags you against his chest. He can’t.

Years later and he still can’t fulfill his one and only childhood dream.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes glittering. “How I wish you were as ugly as your heart…”

Raindrops spatter your face, a quiet downpour spilling from heterochromatic hues.

You fall apart beneath him, ruined in ways polite society would deem grossly impure.

Now we’re the same, Jade thinks, bowing his head when he reaches his peak. He groans lowly, his eyes squeezed shut. Monsters without homes.

Come morning, the palace is in a panic. The princess has vanished, seemingly whisked away into the night, and the only one who may have any information on her whereabouts has gone with her. Jade doesn’t worry.

No one will find you at the bottom of the sea, unrecognizable as a mermaid in an abandoned coral kingdom.

On his empty throne, he knows of no better place.

[actually-safer-to-kiss]

grumpy!reader x sunshine!spencer

Ruffled Feathers

Summary: Spencer wants to go grocery shopping early while Reader prefers sleeping in.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content warnings: none

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: thank you for the request, love 🩵

“Let’s get the grocery shopping done early,” Spencer said at seven in the morning. “That way we have the rest of the day to spend at my place if we want," he said. The word “early” has a completely different meaning to you than to your peppy, early-bird boyfriend.

While you believe early is 9 am and anything before that should be considered unnatural, Spencer is always up before the sun. It’s pretty common to wake up to sunlight forcing your eyes to open while Spencer is in the living room on his second cup of coffee and rereading Tolstoy or Dickens. He never minds you sleeping in. He’ll even offer to make your coffee if he sees you peeling the covers off.

He offered you a cup this morning, and God did you take every drop. You got halfway through the second cup before Spencer was already itching to leave. Something else Spencer enjoys a lot is grocery shopping, eager like a puppy ready for the park. Luckily he offered to drive while you nursed on your second cup, shielding it from any hazardous bumps on the way.

You could admit your frustration with Spencer not giving you the time to wake up before heading out, but your silence throughout the drive says plenty. He’s familiar with it. It’s the silence that comes with five hours of sleep. He understands this is not a time to dabble in the produce section or the dairy aisle. He also understood you were ready to leave before even getting started, as you didn’t even try to change out of your pajamas.

That is one of the best things about having a profiler as a boyfriend. All the subtle cues and behavior changes he picks up on, and if he knows you well enough, he acts accordingly. So when he puts the car in the park, you feel him watching you take that last satisfying gulp of sugary liquid. Caffeine courses through your blood as you shakily put your travel mug between you in the cup holder. You both don’t speak a word when Spencer hands you a folded-up sheet of paper. You unfold it and read his scribbles: milk, cheese, ice cream, peanut butter, celery, sliced apples.

You look at Spencer. “There’s not much on mine.” Your voice is still groggy, but you clear it to sound more awake. It doesn’t work.

“I can take care of the rest.” He tells you, holding up his half (⅔ technically). “You can meet me at the checkout and we’ll be ready to head home.”

You nodded, mostly at the end of that sentence. Because crawling back into bed after a brief productive period has never sounded so heavenly. You were literally dressed for the occasion and suddenly eager to grocery shop, knowing this list is brief and the store is small. You’ll be done in minutes.

Upon entering the store, you and Spencer grab your respective shopping carts and split up. Spencer takes his cart and kicks on, his left foot perched onto the cart as he glides forward like a ballerina turned rogue from her box. You, however, patrol up and down, finding items in various orders. The brands you’re used to were in plenty. You even grabbed an extra jar of peanut butter for your secret (sometimes inebriated) snacking purposes.

Remembering said snacking ventures, you recall your favorite candy bar. You also recall how you’ve been low on stock at your place for weeks since they’re only sold at Spencer’s local store. The candy aisle is feet away at this point, so the decision is obvious. You charge toward it, with the brand and packaging in mind. You scan the shelves up and down, prominent brands obvious with saturated wrappers and bold lettering. At the end of the aisle, though, you learn the hard way that the candy bars, your candy bars, are out of stock.

Granted, it’s not a big deal. But it’s also a very big deal.

You try to drown out the deep sound of your disappointment. It strikes your soul, yet you push on, toward the self-checkout area. Spencer is already there, scanning items, and waving you over as if you didn’t already see him. You use your caffeine-coated might to push the cart along, past the forming line.

You give Spencer your items, per his request for extra points on his value card. You also let him bag and place them in the cart. Spencer nods and smiles as he reviews each item. The beep of the scanner is almost perfect with his efficiency and the look of small joys on his face is nearly enough to drown out your slightly exaggerated despair. Caffeine can help you behave the opposite, even though exhaustion is soon to follow.

You look back to find your cart empty, the other filled with eight bags. You both head to the exit and then to the car, each carrying four bags. The sun begins to blaze and the early summer heats up your fuzzy pajamas. The car is mere feet away as sweat breaks. Spencer, of course, cannot relate. Because every time you look over from one end of the parking lot to the other, he has this smirk on his face that you can't quite read.

You open Spencer's car's back door and put your bags in first. After shaking your arms from the burn of the weighted plastic bags left behind, you reach for the passenger door. Spencer, on the other hand (literally, he’s still holding bags, risking spillage), reaches out for your wrist. With your fingers wrapped around the handle, you look at your boyfriend with questioning eyes. He gives you one of the bags, leaving its own imprint on his skin. He says, "Take it," his smirk grows.

One eyebrow pricks up with a look of suspicion. All questions in your mind fall under the What Did You Do? Category. You take it anyway, with both hands as you let go of the door handle. “Do I ask?”

“Look at the bottom.”

You do as told, continuing to stare as you send your hand on a spelunking mission for secrets you’re not sure what to feel about. The matte finish with raised lettering screams out something very special. Your fingers brush against the sharp corners of the foil layer in the middle, and you count three of them: candy bars. Your favorite candy bars. You look up at Spencer. And as your skepticism melts into a soft pout, Spencer does the same. Is he mocking you? Yes. Does it soon morph into genuine pride at being the best boyfriend ever? Also yes.

And after your expression melts, your arms do too as they fall limp around Spencer’s waist. You hug him tight while burying your face in his chest.

[sturnsbae]

can you write about matt and the reader based on the songs better by Khalid and that way by tate McRae?

thank you❤️

BETTER THAT WAY - MATT STURNIOLO

ok the header is so ugly im sorry pls ignore that.

this was VERY rushed and it’s not at all proofread so im sorry if it has mistakes lol

summary: you and matt are keeping things on the low from everyone, but once you start catching feelings it starts to get complicated.

—

it was around september when matt had followed you on instagram, and only a few days later that he had started texting you. it all started off pretty harmless until you suddenly found yourself inviting him over at ungodly hours and smelling him on your sheets the next day.

you can’t help but wonder if maybe you hadn’t followed him back that things would be different, but looking at the chemistry and sexual tension between the two of you, it was inevitable that something would start between you guys. the hardest part of it all surprisingly wasn’t trying to hide it from his brothers, they were clueless, the real issue was avoiding any and all rumors from the fans. this meant no liking each others instagram posts, and most definitely no visible hickeys.

“fuck matt, don’t leave a hickey,” you moan softly as his lips suck the skin on your neck. he pulls back from your neck and hovers over you, looking down at you with a pout.

“i’m sorry, baby, but i can’t have your fans trying to decode who the hell left a big lovebite on my neck,” you chuckle, thinking back to how both of your guys fandoms had reacted when you started following each other on social media.

“hmph, i know. i just wish i could let the whole world know that you’re mine,” he sighs as he rolls off of you and sits up on the edge of the bed. his words feel like a stab in the heart. there’s nothing more that you want than to be able to be public about your… situation… with matt. it wasn’t clear what you guys were, but the big red scratches along his back were a tell tale sign that you guys were at least something.

“oh my god matt, i’m so sorry!” you exclaim as you trace the raw scratches on his back.

he chuckles, “no baby, i’m sorry. i must’ve fucked you too well,” he winks. you just roll your eyes and toss him his shirt that was laying on the floor next to your side of the bed.

“drive safe okay?” you say to him, giving him a small peck on the cheek before he walks off into the dark late night air. he smiles at you before driving away, leaving you with a small pain in your heart. you wish you guys could just doze off into a sleep in each others arms, but you can’t and it kills you. being famous comes at a cost apparently.

—

matty | are you going to larrays bday party tn?

y/n! | yeah i am! are you?

matty | yep! i’m excited to u ;)

y/n! | omfg if we get caught that’s on you

matty | oh please i know how to lock a bathroom door 🙄

y/n! | yeah okay whatever i’ll see u later matt 😭

and just like that, you found yourself putting extra effort into your outfit and makeup for tonight. you subconsciously found yourself putting on your smallest black dress, and putting on matt’s favorite lipstick.

“y/n! it’s so good to see you love!” tara says as she greets you at the door of the party.

“tara hi!! ive missed you it’s been too long!” you exclaim as you hug your friend. as your head scans the room, you notice matt holding a soda in his hand.

“i’ll see you around, okay?” you smile at her before scurrying over to your friends. you all take a shot, which leads to at least two other rounds.

“you look so hot, y/n! you never dress up this much! what’s the reason?” your friend exclaims over the music.

“eh, just felt like it!” you blush, trying to hold back from exposing your secret fling with matt sturniolo, who happens to be staring at you from across the room with a smirk on his lips, admiring you from afar.

“are you… looking at matt?” your friend whispers in your ear, immediately bringing you back to reality.

“what?! oh my god! no! i just zoned out a bit, but anyways lets take another shot yeah?” you say as your eyes widen, trying to think of any way to distract your friend from what she just saw.

after a few minutes, you feel your phone buzz. you look down at see a text from matt.

matty | upstairs bathroom. now.

you bite the insides of your cheeks, stumbling a little as you make your way up the stairs. as you enter the bathroom you see matt waiting for you.

“well hello sir,” you smirk.

“you look… fuck,” he says before he pulls you towards him and places his lips on yours. you chuckle into the kiss as your hands run wildly through his hair. matt gentle lifts you up and places you on the bathroom counter, placing himself between your legs and attaching his lips to your collarbone.

“mmm, matt,” you moan out, gripping his hair gently. matt works his lips all over your body, making your head fall back.

“matty, are you gonna fuck me or what?” you giggle out, clearly drunk.

“absolutely not, y/n. you’re drunk,” he says sternly.

“cmon please? you can’t just drag me up here and give me nothing,” you whine. he just smiles at you and kisses your forehead softly.

“i’m sorry, baby. i’ll come over tomorrow night, okay?” he says, gently rubbing your arm with his thumb. him saying this makes you upset. it reminds you that you’re just his secret sex toy.

you roll your eyes and hop off of the counter, “matt what even are we? i’m so tired of this secretive shit! it’s been like two months of this,” you slur out, very very clearly drunk.

“what? what do you mean?”

you just roll your eyes, “you heard me matt, i wanna be more than this! i like you! a lot!”

“y/n, you’re drunk. we’ll talk about this when you’re sober,” he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“yeah whatever matt, i’m going back downstairs,” you say, scurrying back down to your friends.

“where the hell were you? you were gone for like… ever!” one of your friends drunkenly states.

“sorry! there was a line in the bathroom, but let’s take more shots pleaseeeee,” you beg, trying to get matt out of your mind and have a good night.

before you even realize it, you’re so drunk that you can barely even function, you’re pure giggles. matt has secretly been keeping at eye on you all night, making sure his girl isn’t getting into trouble.

“matt, we don’t mean to be intrusive but you’ve been staring at y/n all night. is there something going on there?” nick asks his brother, as chris nods his head agreeing with nicks question.

“it’s complicated, i’ll explain later. but i think she’s mad at me, and she’s also really fucking drunk. you guys wouldn’t be mad if i took her home tonight right?” matt asks.

“of course not man, do whatever you need. we won’t ask any questions… well, not until later. you owe us some sort of explanation,” chris laughs.

matt just rolls his eyes as he makes his way over to you, “hey y/n. you’re really drunk, i’m gonna take you home okay?”

“matt! stop it! why are you talking to me! you’re gonna expose our secret!” you exclaim, not realizing how loud you’re being, but no one is really paying attention.

“i don’t care about that anymore, i just wanna make sure you get home safe. please just let me drive you home?” he asks as he wraps an arm around you.

“ugh whatever,” you roll your eyes as you walk off with matt, waving goodbye to your friends who have a puzzled look on their faces.

“nick! hi! i haven’t seen you all night!” you squeal as you get settled in the backseat next to nick.

nick chuckles a little, “hi y/n, it’s good to see you!”

“am i just chopped liver up here?” chris jokes from the front seat.

“oh god no! hi chris!” you exclaim. the boys just laugh softly at your happiness. at a red light matt turns around and looks at you, “y/n i have a sweatshirt somewhere back there if you want it.”

you smile at him, “awww thank you matty!” you find the light gray sweatshirt on the floor by your feet and slip it on, smelling the familiar scent of his cologne that tends to linger in your sheets.

you arrive at your house, and matt walks you to the door. he reaches around the potted plant that sits on your doorstep and grabs the hidden key. “oh my god, i forgot i told you about that!” you say as he unlocks the door for you, smiling at your not so sober state. he then helps you take your makeup off and even helps unzip your dress.

“thank you matty, i love you,” you mutter out as you start to doze off, snuggled in the sheets with matt’s hoodie loosely hugging your body.

matt’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink at your words, and he wishes he could say it back but he’s much rather wait until you’re sober so you can remember it. “goodnight y/n, i’m sorry i upset you earlier. but i’m gonna make you mine, i promise,” he whispers as he places a gentle kiss on your temple and shuts of the lights.

he locks up your house and heads back to the car, where his brothers sit with a million questions, but they can tell now is not a good time to ask. so they don’t.

—

it’s now late the next day, and you’re finally recovering from your hangover when you get a text from matt.

matty | are u home? i wanna take you somewhere

y/n! | yeah i’m home. everything okay?

matty | i’ll be there in 5

you immediately jump out of bed and rush to put on at least a little mascara and change out of your pajamas into something a little less wrinkled and lazy.

you get into matt’s car and look at him with a puzzled, but happy, look. “so can i ask what’s up?”

“i wanna take you somewhere first before i tell you. but how are you feeling?”

you can’t help but laugh a little, “god i regret my choices last night. i drank way too much.”

“yeah i could tell,” he chuckles.

“thank you so much for taking me home, by the way. i really really appreciate it.”

“always, y/n.”

a few minutes later you guys arrive at a park and matt tells you to stay in the car while he grabs a few things from the trunk. he then walks off into the park and tells you to not look until he comes back to get you, so that’s exactly what you do.

“alright m’lady, come with me!” he laughs as he takes your hand and leads you out of the car and to a small picnic set up.

“matt oh my god! you did not!” you gasp, turning to him with a big smile.

“oh but i did,” he smiles as he sits down on the blanket.

“matt! this is the cutest thing anyone’s ever done for me!” you pout, hugging him gently as you sit down. you guys get settled before he takes your hand in his.

“alright well, the whole reason i did this was because last night you and i got into a little argument. i don’t know if you remember, but you had told me off for keeping this entire thing a secret and admitted your feelings for me. and i just wanted to say that i really, really like you a lot too, so i wanted to make this official. i’m so tired of having to hide you, i wanna show you off. so will you be my girlfriend?”

your heart flutters, and you immediately nod your head before kissing his lips softly.

“so i’m taking that as a yes?” matt chuckles.

“of course matt!”

“good, i’m glad. i’m so glad that i get to publicly call you mine. it’s better that way.”

[treason-and-plot]

Previous

The next morning, Tuesday.

Liam has been up since 4 am, writing poetry. His muse, as always, is Saffron.

You destroy my sleep

And dance across my dreams

My heart melts with love

Before waking up

Alone

His mind has never been so focused, so clear. He writes three more poems before he shuts his laptop down at 5.30 am. Then he has a shower and gets dressed and goes downstairs to prepare breakfast. Stephanie demands that a hot breakfast be waiting for her when she comes down at 6.30. This morning he prepares pancakes, her favourite. She doesn't speak to him when sits down at the table, just gives her plate with its aromatic pile of pancakes a desultory sniff and starts eating.

"How are your pancakes?" says Liam, placing her coffee down next to her.

"You put too much butter on them," she says sourly.

"I'm sorry," he says, sitting down. He starts to eat his own plate of pancakes. They are perfect, the texture light and fluffy, butter seeping into their crisp, golden brown exterior. Stephanie throws her fork down and gives a loud cry of disgust.

"For heaven's sake, you sound like a pig at a trough!" she says. "Can’t you close your mouth when you eat?"

"I'm sorry," Liam says. She glowers at him.

"Take my plate away," she says. "You've made me completely lose my appetite."

"But there's so much left over-"

"I don't know why you made so many. I didn't ask you to."

Liam gets up and clears away both their plates. Stephanie sits sipping her coffee, her mouth downturned. He took perverse and extra care preparing her coffee this morning, just as he did the pancakes. He has also taken extra care with his appearance. He knows the way he looks right now will be forever seared in her memory, and he wanted to give her the best face possible; freshly shaven, his hair neatly combed, nostrils trimmed of errant hairs. He sits back down at the table and smiles at her. She ignores him, continuing to sip her coffee. Never mind. She won't be ignoring him for very much longer.

"Stephanie," he says. "Our marriage is over. I don't love you any more."

[m-jelly]

I have a request for gangster/mafia erwin bc i loved your fic extra special guest

Reader is pregnant with Erwin’s twins and someone gets a little to aggressive wanting to know who fathered her babies. Or reader gets some unwanted touches and incurs Erwin’s wrath

Wrath of the King.

Erwin x fem!reader

Modern AU, gangs, gang leader Erwin, married, pregnant reader, protective Erwin, threats of violence, violence, caring Erwin.

While waiting for your husband in a hotel he owns, a man approaches you and starts flirting with you a lot. When you stand your ground and tell him your husband is here, he aggressively asks who it is so he can challenge them. Erwin arrives and saves you from the man's advances.

@mari-zs

"Stay right here, okay?"

You nodded. "Promise."

Erwin leaned closer and kissed you, he was just so big compared to you. He cupped your belly and gently moved his large hands. "Be good for mummy, little ones."

You giggled and patted your bump. "They'll be good."

"I shouldn't be long. The staff here will look after you. Take a seat in the lobby."

You shuffled to the sofa and plopped yourself down. "Way ahead of you, honey."

Erwin blew you a kiss before heading to the meeting room. He checked his phone and sent you a few loving texts. He admired the picture he had of you on his background and the lock screen of the baby scan. He sighed long before turning to a room full of gangsters he had contracts with and worked under him. Erwin was a mighty man.

You rubbed your belly as you sighed. You smiled softly at the lady from the front desk as she handed you a drink and snacks. "Thank you."

She bowed to you. "You're welcome, Mrs Smith. Just let me know if you need anything else."

You sipped your drink and grinned. "Will do." You hummed a little to yourself as you enjoyed your snack and drink. "Well, little ones, I hope you enjoy this snack 'cause I am."

Smart shoes tapped against the marble floor and grew closer. It was clear from the sound it was not Erwin, he had a more confident walk. So, you didn't bother looking up even when they stood next to you and cleared their throat. You were not interested.

"Excuse me?"

You slowly looked up at a man in a cheaper suit than Erwin's, his hair was slicked back with too much product and he had too much gold jewellery on. "Hm, what?"

He smirked at you. "You alone?"

"No."

"You look alone."

You groaned. "Do you have a habit of trying to talk to pregnant women?"

He eyed you. "I'm attracted to pregnant women. It's sexy."

You pulled a face. "Kind of gross saying that to a woman you don't know."

He sat down next to you. "I'd like to get to know you."

"I wouldn't. Please leave."

He frowned at you. "You're rather rude."

You let out a long sigh. "I am, so leave."

He put his arm around you. "Who's your man, huh? What kind of man left you alone?"

You glared at him. "Back off."

"Who is he, huh?" He grabbed your upper arm and squeezed hard. "Who is this man who knocked you up?"

"He is my husband and if my husband sees you grabbing me like this he'll kill you."

"Love?" The two of you look over at Erwin standing on the other side of the coffee table. He had a smile on his face, but the look in his eyes was pure homicidal rage. "What's going on here?"

You tugged your arm but you couldn't get free. "This guy won't leave me alone. He has a thing for pregnant women. He was demanding to know who knocked me up. I said, my husband!"

Erwin walked closer to the man. "Mind releasing my wife?"

The man let you go but stood up, he was smaller than Erwin and failed badly at being intimidating. "I want her and I'll take her."

Erwin grinned wide as his eyes got much darker, he wanted to torture and kill. "That so? Fascinating. Tell me, just how are you going to do that? Hm?"

You fiddled with your dress. "Honey?"

Erwin looked over at you. "Love. I need you to be a good girl and go to reception, okay?"

You rose to your feet and hummed. "Should I get anyone?"

"I'll take care of it."

The man grabbed you. "She's not going anywhere."

Erwin softly called your name. "Close your eyes, love. Don't open until I say."

You closed them tightly. "Done."

First, you heard the scared stammering of the man next to you. He released you from his hold as he tried to reason with Erwin, but it was too late. Soon after the pleading, there was the sound of a big fist meeting flesh. Bones started cracking and gargled pleas began.

Blood spat on the floor and had a nice patting sound to it. A fumble and a bang happened which you assumed was the man falling over. The hitting sounds didn't stop though, they just continued for a while until it was clear the man wasn't going to fight back at all.

Erwin's pants made you shiver. His voice was deep and laced with a commanding dark tone. "That woman there is my wife, mine. She is having my babies, do you understand me?" He spoke louder, so you assumed there was a crowd. "You all hear me? This woman here is my wife! She is having my babies! You touch them and I'll rip your fucking spines out."

That shocked you. Erwin rarely swore, so to hear him be pushed to say something like that excited and aroused you. The man was incredible. He demanded respect and easily got it. He was a fair and kind leader, but his dark side was frightening to anyone who came across it. Erwin Smith had a dark and twisted mind, so no one dared wrong him. Most people didn't want to because he was a great leader.

"Love?"

You smiled. "Mm?"

"Open your eyes." He smiled when you did, his hair was messy and there was blood on his face. "So gorgeous. You were a good girl."

"I always am."

He hummed a laugh. "Except for the bedroom."

You pouted a bit as your heart raced. "It's fun there." You rummaged in your bag.

"It is What are you looking for?"

You pulled out some wet wipes from your bag. "You have umm..."

He raised a brow. "Ah, blood. I went a bit too rough and got it on me, correct?"

"Yes." You wiped his face. "Messy." You giggled. "All better."

"Thank you." He leaned closer and kissed you. "So precious." You peeked around him to see the broken man was being taken away and the blood cleaned. The crowd he'd spoken to were his own men and those who'd been in the meeting. No one would dare touch you after this. "Love? Why are you distracted? Pay attention to me."

You cupped his face. "So cute. Shall we go home?"

"Yes, please." He pulled you close. "I want to hold you in my arms for hours on end."

[look-at-the-soul]

Hi! I'm new to the Peaky fandom and am in need of some Tommy fics because he's my favourite character! If your requests are open, (if not, there's no rush!) may I pretty please have a drabble or imagine -- whatever is easier -- with this gif?

*A little spice is okay, just nothing explicit. Also, my pronouns are she/her, but a gender neutral story is totally okay, too! :)

Thank you in advance!

Hello Jessyca! 🥰 Thank you so much for sending this gif!! I decided to make it part of Adele challenge using one of my favorite songs! (Lyrics in italics) 🔥🥰 edit and welcome to the fandom!! 🥰 I forgot to reply this sorry! I hope so far you’ve found incredible stories and lovely mutuals around (I’m always reblogging stories I really enjoy reading 💖)

🔥🔥🔥although the gif is extra hot, you’ll find nothing but fluffiness in this little story…

Women like me

By the corner of your eye, you found Mr. Shelby trying to catch his breath. Resting on his back against the pillows, he was looking at the ceiling completely lost in his own thoughts, his thumb rubbing absently between his brows.

You're driving me away, give me a reason to stay

I want to be lost in you, but not in this way

Don't think you quite understand who you have on your hands

How can you not see just how good for you I am?

In silence you started the same routine you knew by heart now; get up, get dressed and sneak out of his bedroom in silence, head down.

Ah, yes you were almost forgetting about his generous payment in between.

I know that you've been hurt before, that's why you feel so insecure

I begged you to let me in, 'cause I only want to be the cure

You could still feel his seed dripping down your legs, but tried to pick up your clothes scattered on the floor as gracefully as you could to get dress in the corner.

You’d been serving him for several months now, rumor has it Lizzie Stark wasn’t his mistress anymore because she got pregnant, so that was your job now; being Thomas Shelby’s whore.

Complacency is the worst trait to have, are you crazy?

You ain't never had, ain't never had a woman like me

But tonight there was something different, out of place. Mr. Shelby was still in the same position, his chest was now moving at a more normal pace. Looking at the floor, you felt embarrassed to ask for the money so you decided to pretend to fix your hair to see if he got the hint.

But he didn’t.

So after he longest seconds of your life, you decided to walk out without anything, feeling disappointed because you really needed to money to support your family. Perhaps he’d pay you double the next time, you thought to yourself but as you reached the door, his voice stopped you.

All you do is complain about decisions you make

“Y/N…” Your mouth hang open, surprised to hear him say your name.

“Is there a chance for you to stay all night?”

“I-I don’t know Mr. Shelby.” You stammered nervously, the instructions were clear; let him do whatever he wants, pick up your stuff and leave.

“You can call me Tommy… is there somewhere you need to go?”

Your eyes found his briefly, but you instantly dragged them down. “No, it’s just I’m not supposed to stay for the night.” You answered in a low voice.

“Why not?”

Feeling more embarrassed than ever, you didn’t want to point out the obvious, but as his intense blue eyes stared at you, you didn’t have another choice.

“Sir-Tommy,” you corrected yourself, “I’m just a whore.”

We come from the same place, but you will never give it up

It's where they make you feel powerful

That's why you think I make you feel small

But that's your projection, it's not my rejection

You knew that’s what you were, anyone could tell without even knowing you. But calling yourself that, hit you differently.

“Come here,” he extended his hand at you, and you didn’t have any other choice but take it and climb into bed again. “How long have you been coming here?”

“Six months.”

I put my heart on the line for the very first time

Because you asked me to, and now you've gone and changed your mind

But loving you was a breakthrough

You saw his head moving up and down slowly, but he was still oddly quiet.

He was still trying to organize the thoughts inside his mind as he saw you absently picking on your stockings. How could he put into words the way he felt about you?

“Y/N over the last couple of months, you’ve been the only one willing to spend some time with me, when everyone else finds an excuse to walk out the door, you’ve been the constant of my days, or nights for the matter.”

I saw what my heart can really do

Now some other man will get the love I have for you

'Cause you don't care, oh-oh-oh

Was he going to ask you to stop coming every night? You couldn’t speak, terrified of saying something that would piss him off. You had fallen for him secretly, blame it to the intimacy, the frequent late night calls, the way please took over him, but you did and deep down you knew it was all wrong.

“You’re not like the others, you don’t take and leave. You fill my glass with whiskey before you go or you pick up my clothes and fold them… you’ve listened to all my shit without judging me.”

Confused, you gave him a long look. “Tommy, what are you try-”

“I’ve feelings for you, Y/N.”

“That can’t be true, I’m a whore… men like you don’t fall in love with women like me.”

Consistency is the gift to give for free, and it is key

To ever keep, to ever keep a woman like me

“Women like you?” He was suddenly kneeling in bed in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks. “Who says that?”

“Everybody knows that.”

This was just a fantasy, a dream. You were worthless, the worst of the worst.

“Just so you to know, I’m not so different than you… we just sell different parts of ourselves, Y/N.”

His eyes fixed on you, his intense gaze penetrating every layer, tearing down every single wall. And as he realized your guard was coming down, he pulled you in for a kiss, breaking the only rule you set when you first walked into his bedroom; no kissing.

That first kiss felt totally different to anything you’ve experienced until now, because men usually take what they want and leave right away, but Tommy took his time to explore your lips, the way they molded to his, tentatively, switching his pace and tilting his head from time to time as if he didn’t want to leave a single spot unattended.

He broke apart allowing you to take a deep breath, your head was spinning.

“Beneath, there’s a good woman, I just know it.” His knuckles carefully caressed your chin. You wanted to believe him, but you had been used in the past you no longer knew who you were.

He saw the hesitation in your eyes, so he took your hand and placed it over his heart. “Y/N I’m not going to hurt you, I genuinely fell for you, for he woman you are, for the little things I know about you… for the way you allowed me to be myself when the door is closed.”

He had been fighting it for so long, but with you he was allowed to strip down not only from his clothes, but from the heartless cold bastard he had to be in front of everyone else.

“Will you give me the chance?”

Looking down you fought against the lump that formed in your throat. “But how will you deal with my past and all the burden I’ve?”

“I’m not going to erase it, just like you can’t delete mine,” his fingers sunk in your disheveled curls, “but we can look forward and take it from there, together.”

As a single tear slid through your cheek, his thumb came to wipe it away, right before he crashed his lips once more and you believed him with all your heart because deep down you knew he was right.

A woman like you wasn’t so different than a man like him.

***

Master list

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while now, guess it was time to post it, and I apologize because although I absolutely adore the concept I have been feeling a bit down and I’m not sure I was able to portray what I intended to…

Like always I’m so grateful if you decide to share your thoughts x

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[tinythiefalex]

Ouran's Giant Host Club Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Next

Yeah, I can't think of a good title RIP.

I just got a reblog that mentioned the instant coffee bit. I have tragic news: I forgor. The instant coffee bit is not here :( I am so sorry, if I come across an opportunity to include it in the future I absolutely will. Anyway, enjoy, part 3 will be here on Friday.

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 “Well, first things first,” the twins said with unnatural synchronization, “we need to get rid of this grubby outfit.” Hikaru nudged Haruhi with a finger that was nearly as tall as she was. 

“What? What’s wrong with my clothes?” Haruhi may not be able to afford the fancy uniforms the other students had, especially with the extra fees that came with getting it custom sized, but her button-up and sweater worked fine for her, at least it was comfortable. 

Tamaki shook his head. “The very first rule of being a host is that you must look presentable.” He pointed at Haruhi.  “We simply cannot let you walk around in those unflattering clothes.” 

“We don’t currently have any uniforms that would fit you.” Kyoya added, typing away on his computer. “We could put in a custom order but it would likely take a few days to arrive.”  

“Oh! Oh!” Honey raised his hand, waving it in excitement. “We could dress you up in doll clothes! That would be super cute! Right, Takashi?” 

Once again, Mori didn’t respond past a slight nod. 

Tamaki squealed, “That would be adorable!” 

“Yeah, then you really would be like our little doll!” The twins laughed. Without warning, they grabbed Haruhi, holding her right up to their faces. “Believe it or not, there are plenty of people here that collect dolls, I’m sure we can score something for you, little guy!” 

“Now, now, you two, hold on a minute.” Tamaki rushed towards them. “Our goal here is to teach this young man how to be a gentleman. We must lead by example!” He declared, holding out his hand. The twins reluctantly handed Haruhi over to Tamaki, who promptly held her cupped to his chest. Despite what Tamaki had said, she didn't find this any more respectful than how the twins were holding her. “Sorry about them, I'm sure we can find somewhere to get you some decent clothes as soon as our club hours end.” 

“On the contrary,” Kyoya turned his computer screen towards the others, though Haruhi couldn’t see it from where she was. “It seems the school was more prepared for an arrival like yours than I thought. It says here we can order him a uniform and pick it up as soon as tomorrow morning, so there’s no need to waste our money on other clothes.” 

Tamaki pouted a little on not being able to dress up this cute little guy, but quickly got over it. “Well, that settles that. Now, as the king of this host club I order you to go home and get some rest, we’ve got a big day of training tomorrow, so be ready.” 

Haruhi felt faint. Is this really happening? I don’t know if I can handle this.

The next morning, Haruhi arrived at the school, and once again, Tamaki met her at the gated entrance, this time holding a little box. 

“Haruhi! Your uniforms arrived!” he cheered, setting the box on the ground next to him, and although the box was small to him, it was huge to Haruhi. Easily a few times bigger than she was. She walked over to the box and tried to open it, but its sheer size made it very difficult for her to open. She found herself getting frustrated as she pushed with all her might, only for the lid to stubbornly stay in place. She was simply too outsized. 

Tamaki, on the other hand, hid a grin behind his hand at the adorable sight of Haruhi struggling to open the box. Taking pity, he reached down and opened it for her, making her stumble. 

Straightening herself back out and clearing her throat, Haruhi peers into the box, revealing a few tiny uniforms. 

After Tamaki took her to a changing room, Haruhi put on the academy’s blue uniform, surprised by how perfectly it fit her. How did that weird guy with the glasses get my measurements? She thought to herself, running a hand over her uniform to feel the fabric. Wait, isn’t this the male uniform? I guess they really do think I’m a boy. Oh well. She couldn’t care less honestly, she had much bigger problems to deal with. 

As soon as her classes ended, Tamaki once again brought Haruhi to the club room. Instead of staying with Haruhi, this time Tamaki dropped her off with Honey at his table. “Today, I’m thinking it would be good to pair you up with Honey-Senpai, and he can show you the ropes on how to entertain guests with your cuteness.” 

Haruhi looked up at Honey, who smiled wide back at her. “Tamaki-Senpai,” she looked back to the taller man, “I don’t think-”

Tamaki cut her off. “Of course, it won’t be the same playing field for you. While you are both appealing, Honey more so fits into the ‘boy-lolita’ category, and you are utterly adorable in a completely different way!” Haruhi groaned quietly, but Tamaki kept going, “Despite that, I still think Honey-Senpai has plenty to show you about how to captivate young ladies! Have fun!”

Tamaki’s appointments went by quickly. He was busy entertaining a few girls, spinning colorful compliments and poetry-like responses meant to woo any young lady. One in particular, Seika Ayanokoji, interrupted another girl’s swooning to start a conversation. 

“So, Tamaki, I heard that the host club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree.” 

Tamaki laughs, “I don’t know that I’d call him that, but speaking of, our newest member is actually here right now with Honey-Senpai. I thought pairing them up together would be good for our guests looking for something to coo over. I can introduce you if you’d like.” 

Ayanokoji smiled. “That would be lovely.”

The two headed over to Honey and Mori’s table, where three girls were currently busy fawning over the tiny human. 

“This is Haru-chan, isn’t he cute, ladies?” Honey asks while squishing Haruhi right up against the side of his face. As a chorus of “awww”s came from the girls, Haruhi wanted nothing more than to get out of this kid's grip and back on solid ground. 

Mori, seeing her discomfort, gently took Haruhi from Honey and placed her back on the table. Honey was a bit surprised, but ended up just shrugging it off and going back to talking with the girls.

Thank goodness Haruhi thought. 

Just then, Tamaki arrived at the table, waving at Haruhi. “Hey there little piglet, I wanted to introduce you to someone.”

What? Piglet? Haruhi was getting a bit sick of these weird nicknames. 

Tamaki gestured to the woman standing beside him. “Haruhi, this is my regular guest, Princess Seika Ayanokoji.” 

“Charmed, I’m sure.” the woman said with a strange smile. Haruhi tried to hide her scowl from the lady’s odd tone. Is this girl really a princess? Haruhi kept a neutral look on her face as she greeted the giant, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

“I’ve taken the little one under my wing,” Tamaki announced with a smile, “with my gracious guidance, I will make sure this young man becomes the finest gentleman he can be!” 

Ayano giggles to herself, “Oh, Tamaki, now you’re taking the joke too far.” Haruhi couldn’t help but feel like the laugh was condescending. “He might be cute, but someone of your importance doesn’t need to associate themselves with little commoners like this. It’s not a good look.” She then looked back down at Haruhi, her expression making it seem like she had forgotten the human was there, though Haruhi was smart enough to know it was fake. “Oh I’m sorry,” Ayanokoji continued, “I’m sure you understand.” 

Hardly, thought Haruhi, why do all these damn rich people insist on talking about me like that? 

Tamaki hardly takes note of the interaction, going right back to conversing with his guests. Haruhi can feel her eye twitch a little from annoyance. These damn rich people…

Suddenly, Haruhi is snatched from behind and carried across the room “Wha- hey! Put me down!” She is set down on an empty counter. “Hey! You can’t just grab people like that! It’s really-!” She turns around and jumps, it’s Kyoya.

The scary one.

 “Apologies, but I needed to speak with you in private.” He said. As intimidating as he was, Haruhi still felt like she had to say something. “Yeah well, next time you can just ask!”

His expression is unreadable. “Alright. I wanted to give you a word of advice. You are paying for Tamaki’s time by working for us but, as you’ve likely noticed, Tamaki is a very big draw for the club. His request rate is 70%.” Haruhi furrowed her eyebrows, not sure where this was going.

Kyoya suddenly leaned over Haruhi, his hands on either side of her. Seen from this angle, he became a huge, shadowy figure to Haruhi. She can’t stop a shiver of intimidation from running up her spine. 

“That means,” he continued, far too close for comfort, “you will have to work very hard to get your request rating high enough to be worth his time. And you may think that just because you’re small, we won’t be able to keep tabs on you. But know this-” he leaned even closer, his face mere inches away from Haruhi. This close, his eyes take up her entire vision. She clenched her fists tight to her side to slow her quaking. ��-my family alone employs a private police force of 100 officers. There is nowhere you can go where we won’t find you. So you’d better make your involvement here worth it to us, and especially to me.” 

“W-what are you implying?” Haruhi shakingly asked, taking a few hesitant steps back. 

Kyoya whispered, “If I were you, I would put in a lot more effort than you are right now.” He then straightened back up, and walked away as if nothing had happened. Haruhi’s legs felt like jelly, but she managed to stay standing anyway. What is that guy’s problem? 

“There you are, my little nerd!” Tamaki greeted her, using a fingertip to ruffle up her short hair. 

Not noticing his approach, Haruhi jumped back with a gasp as his finger touched her head. Trying to steady her breathing, she ran her hand through her hair to straighten it back out. “Please don’t do that again.”

Tamaki took a moment to look her up and down. “Hmm…That uniform is a good start but we really need to get you a makeover, otherwise people will eventually get bored of your itty-bittyness, and then no girl is going to look twice at you.” 

Haruhi can’t stop herself from rolling her eyes, which, thanks to her glasses, Tamaki doesn’t notice. “Yeah, well, I’m not trying to get girls to look at me.” Honestly, the thought of being constantly stared at and prodded by a bunch of giants didn’t seem appealing to Haruhi at all, no matter what gender the giants were. 

“Are you kidding me?” Tamaki replied, shocked. “It’s the most important thing! You have to learn to be a gentleman and please the ladies, like me.” He said, striking a princely pose. “That is, of course,” He stared back down at Haruhi, “if you want a chance of paying us back for my services.” He winked at her. 

Haruhi almost rolled her eyes again, before she remembered Kyoya’s barely concealed threat. Clenching her fists behind her back, she sighed. “Fine. What do I need to do?” 

“Well,” Haruhi jumped at 2 voices coming from right behind her. How do these massive guys keep sneaking up on me like that? “We can start by getting rid of these awful glasses.” One of the twins (Hikaru) said, and attempted to pinch her glasses with 2 massive fingers. The glasses were far too tiny for him to grip, but he did manage to make them fall off of her face, nearly knocking Haruhi over as well. 

“Hey! Stop! You’ll break those!” She tried to pick the glasses back up, but the twin swept them off the table and into his hand before she could. “Give those back! I lost my contacts before school, I need those glasses!” 

Hikaru stared at the glasses in his palm nearly in awe. He poked at the pair with his finger, noting with fascination how much his fingertip alone outsized them. Pushing that out of his mind, he looks back at Tamaki, surprised to see a shocked expression on his boss's face. That look was matched by the other club members as well. Hikaru looked back to Haruhi, his eyes going wide. 

As tiny as Haruhi was, and as difficult as it was to see her eyes from more than a foot away, her eyes were beautiful. 

Tamaki suddenly snapped his fingers, taking everyone out of the trance. Their attention on him, he commanded, “Kyoya, look up the nearest human eye doctor, and get this man some contacts.” Kyoya immediately started typing on his computer. 

“Mori, find some human hair supplies.” Mori obediently rushes off. 

Tamaki pointed at the twins, “You two, take this man and do whatever you need to do to make him look the part.”  

The twins’ faces brightened, “You’ve got it, boss!” They grabbed Haruhi and ran over to the changing room for supplies.

Finally, Tamaki turned to the last remaining member. “Honey-Senpai,” Honey’s eyes lit up. “…go have some cake.” Honey’s face fell, and he defeatedly walked back to his table.

After a non-specific amount of time, Haruhi was back on the table, all done up. Tamaki’s eyes were sparkling as he looked at her. “Cute! You’re as pretty as a girl!” he squealed, hands on his face as he was nearly overcome with awe, “Adorable!” Haruhi looked down at herself. Oh right, they think I’m a boy….Whatever.

Honey-Senpai smiled wide, “Wow Haru-chan! You look great!” 

The twins held two thumbs up. “If we’d known that’s how you really look”-”we would have helped you sooner!”

“Who knows,” Kyoya added, adjusting his glasses, “looking like that he might actually draw in some customers.”

Tamaki jumped in. “Speaking of which, I’d say now is a good time to make our deal official,” he pointed at Haruhi, “if you can get 1,000 customers to request your service, we’ll consider ourselves even.” 

So this is really happening…

[mynameismckenziemae]

She's a Fire-Chapter XXVI

Send your mind spinning

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Chapter summary: the party continues, old fun is revisited and new fun is found.

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, mentions of alcohol, spanking, orgasm delay, f x f, m x m, p in v, oral, a lot more.

“I’m sure glad I brought an extra pair of swim trunks.”

A new wave of arousal shoots between your legs; you’d been too wrapped up in your own pleasure that you hadn’t noticed he already came.

Time to turn the tables.

You unwrap your legs from his waist before pushing him gently to the opposite wall and trailing your fingers across his chest while you lean in. “Feel how wet I am,” you whisper against his ear as you slide his hand in the front of your bikini bottom. He whimpers when his fingers find the wet heat between your legs.

“But you came already. In your pants like an overeager teenager,” you sigh softly in a condescending tone. He hisses as your hand brushes over his sensitive, spent cock.

“Let’s go back to our room so you can make it up to me. Now.” You continue, pulling him from your bikini bottom, licking your arousal from his fingers, and pulling him down the hall to your room.

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You lean back against the door of your room as soon as it’s closed, pushing your bottoms down and kicking them off.

“Those uncomfortable?” You nod to Bradley as he starts to untie his cum-filled swim trunks.

“Yeah, kind of,” he replies.

You stop his hands. “Good. Keep ‘em on and get on your knees.”

“Yes ma’am,” he shudders as he kneels, lifting your leg over his shoulder and diving in between your thighs.

Your head drops back against the door with a thump. “Oh God. Yes! Ju-just like that,” you cry, arching your back as he slides two fingers in, curling and pressing over your g-spot.

He’s relentless, not even letting you come down fully before starting his assault, bringing you off several times.

He rises to his feet and kisses you deeply, you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. He’s hard again, pressing insistently against your stomach as your hands reach for the tie but a loud knock startles you both.

“Quit fucking and get dressed, dinner’s in 10.” Sunny calls through the door, before lowering her voice, “Bobby says Bradley will be in trouble if you’re late.”

Bradley’s cock jumps in interest. You meet his gaze and he looks away, a flush rising up his neck.

“I did not say that,” Bob tells her. “Guys, I didn’t say—,” he starts through the door but the rest is muffled, like she put her hand over his mouth.

“Shhhh! Maybe I wanna see Bradley get in trouble,” Sunny whispers, obviously not being as quiet as she thinks.

Bob chuckles. “We’ll meet you up there,” he says to your door as they walk away.

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Even though you both hurry to clean up and get dressed, you’re still late.

Sunny looks at her watch pointedly and looks at Bradley with a quirked brow while Bob rolls his eyes good-naturedly at her antics.

“2 minutes, Sunny. And no one else is even here yet either,” Bradley argues as he pulls your chair out.

“You were late Bradley,” you agree, laughing when Bradley whips his head toward you with a hurt expression on his face. You lean over and press a kiss to the scar on his jaw, “Maybe I want to see you get in trouble too,” you breathe before pulling back.

He clears his throat, his complexion turning ruddy.

The rest of the group arrive shortly after and dinner is served.

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After dessert, the guys decide to have cigars and talk about the next day’s plans while you and Natasha give Sunny her gifts.

The first is a white bikini for her to wear tomorrow and the honeymoon. Next, is a box full of your and Natasha’s favorite sex toys and last is a new lingerie from each of you and a gift certificate for a boudoir photo shoot with a popular local photographer.

You’re both a little caught off guard when she bursts into tears.

“I’m so just happy. I’m getting married to the most amazing man, I’ve got incredible friends who got me all these gifts and brought me on a fucking boat in beautiful weather with beautiful people,” she sobs, wrapping you both in a bear hug.

“Sorry, new underwear always makes me a little emotional,” Sunny says with a straight face as she wipes her tears to the guys making their way over. Only a few seconds go by before she snorts, laughing at the bewildered looks on their faces. “I’m kidding. I’m just happy. Thank you guys for coming and planning all of this.”

One of the cute crew girls turns on music as Sunny goes around giving hugs, ending with Bradley who leads her on the deck and twirls her into a dance. You smile as he makes her laugh. Bob steals Nat next, with a wink to Jake.

“Dance with me, roja?” Mickey asks, holding out his hand.

“I’d love to,” you smile, letting him lead you.

Jake looks to Javy who shrugs and holds out his hand and they dance too, after arguing about whose arm goes where.

“I just adore your curls,” you tell him as one falls over his forehead and flick your eyes to the bar. “I think she does too.”

He looks at his feet before treating you to a bashful smile. “Yeah? You think so?”

“Mhmm. She’s been checking you out all day.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I talked to her? I wasn’t sure if that was like, rude, since you were the one who planned everything and invited us.”

“Not at all. Go for it,” you smile.

“I think I will, thanks Row,” he says, squeezing your shoulder as Jake whisks you away next; everyone switching partners with every song change. Bob and Bradley step off to the side and Bradley’s flush returns full force as Bob murmurs something in his ear.

“What did Bob say that had you blushing like a schoolgirl?” You ask, putting your arms around his neck when it’s your turn with Bradley at last.

“He just wanted to make sure I was okay with Sunny’s ribbing,” he says, avoiding your eyes.

You can tell that’s not the whole truth but you decide to let it go as you sway beneath the stars.

Sunny grabs a blanket and settles back on the net with you and Natasha as you watch the guys try nighttime fishing.

You can’t keep your eyes open and soon the waves lull you to sleep.

You’re not sure how much time passes when you hear Bradley murmuring you awake as he rubs your leg. “Row? Let’s go to bed.”

“But I’m comfy,” you grumble, snuggling into Natasha’s back with Sunny’s arm thrown over you both.

“Yeah, c’mon Nat. You won’t be happy when you wake up soaked from the dew,” Jake agrees, offering his hand that she takes with a grumble of her own.

You follow everyone below deck and say good night before flopping into bed, already asleep when Bradley tucks you into him.

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A quick breakfast is had and the guys depart shortly after for a round of golf while you shop on Catalina Island, meeting back up for lunch and hitting the beach before boarding again in the early afternoon.

“Can you help me with something down in our room?” Bradley asks as he wraps his arms around you, pressing his erection into your ass.

“Maybe after I wipe the floor with you in flip cup,” you reply as you press back.

“Quit dry-humping our best player, Bradshaw,” Jake says, slapping his ass and pushing him to the other side of the table as the game begins, providing enough distraction that no one notices his obvious arousal.

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“Let’s tequila play truth or dare!” Sunny says with a grin as she comes up from below deck, holding up an unopened top-shelf bottle of tequila.

Everyone was relaxing around the electric fire pit under the night sky. The drinking slowed before dinner, but Sunny was ready to get things started again.

“What’s tequila truth or dare?” Javy asks.

“Just regular truth or dare while we drink tequila,” she laughs, popping the top and taking a swig.

“I’m first! Javy, truth or dare?” Sunny asks and hands him the bottle.

“Truth.”

“Fake big boobs, or small natural ones?”

“Yes. I like ‘em all.” He grins and takes a drink. “Bob?” He asks, handing the bottle over.

“Truth.”

“How old were you when you lost your v-card?”

He hesitates, looking at Sunny who whispers something in his ear while squeezing his knee. He blushes and takes a long pull before he answers. “31.”

You smile at Sunny; realizing instantly that she was his first.

It takes the guys a moment longer to calculate.

Jake’s the first to figure it out and slaps him on the back. “That’s great, man. There’s nothing wrong with waitin’ for the right one,” he says genuinely with a glance at Natasha, making you wonder what the story is there.

Everyone murmurs their agreement and Bob visibly relaxes. He can take teasing and jokes as well any anyone, but was obviously a vulnerable subject.

“Nat?” Bob leans over to give her the bottle next.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to take a body shot.”

She looks at Jake, who smirks but doesn’t move to get up, already knowing he’s not the one she’s got in mind.

“You didn’t say off who, so the bride-to-be it is.”

Sunny whoops and runs to the bar to ask for a shot glass and lime, returning a moment later to whip off her coverup and place the glass in her cleavage.

Nat fills it then places the lime wedge in Sun’s mouth before she leans in to lick her neck and sprinkle the salt. “Ready?” she murmurs against her neck.

You snort as the guys watch, entranced as Sunny nods.

With her hands clasped behind her neck, Nat sensually licks the salt before mouthing the glass, leaning back to swallow the tequila. Jake takes it from her mouth before going for the lime, lips brushing against Sunny’s as she takes it.

“Mickey?” Nat asks as she hands him the bottle next.

“Wow,” he whispers.

“Truth or dare?” Nat laughs.

He shakes his head before clearing his throat. “Dare.”

“I dare you to go talk to that pretty bartender.”

He nods and takes a swig of the tequila. “Okay.”

“Javy, why don’t you go talk to the blonde? Wouldn’t want her to be lonely.” You say with a wink.

“You guys sure?” He asks, looking at everyone else for confirmation.

It’s a unanimous agreement and he goes too.

“I’ll go again,” Nat says, reaching for the bottle and handing it to Bradley.

“Truth.”

“Have you ever received anal?”

“Jesus Nat!” Bradley sputters on the drink he took.

“Well? No need to be embarrassed, Jake here loves to be brought down a peg or two,” Nat winks. Jake nods in agreement, unashamed.

“Yeah, I’ve done it with Row,” he finally admits, taking another pull.

“Oh that’s so hot,” Sunny blurts, fanning herself. “We haven’t tried that yet, just my fingers so far.”

“Yet? When did I agree to this?” Bob asks, chuckling.

“You haven’t, but you’ll agree to just about anything when I do that thing with my—“ Sunny starts but Bob interrupts.

“Bradley, who’s next?” He laughs.

Bradley hands the bottle to Jake.

“Truth.”

“If you had to kiss someone here other than Nat, who would you choose?”

“You, Bradshaw. Always wondered what that mustache feels like.” He smiles, taking his drink.

“It tickles. Maybe you should try it?” You offer, looking at Bradley to see if he’s game. He nods and arousal races through you at the heat in his eyes.

You glance behind you, noticing it’s suddenly quiet as they rise. Javy, Mickey, and the girls are nowhere to be found.

Bradley’s eyes flick to Jakes's lips as they stand chest to chest. Jake smirks and pulls him closer by the tie on his shorts. You’re not sure who moves first but their mouths meet, tentatively but quickly turns into a bruising kiss.

Their mouths fight for dominance, so unlike when he kissed Bob, who he let take the lead from the start.

Bradley brings one hand to Jake’s jaw and the other fists his shirt; Jake groans quietly in response, finally submitting.

You bite your lip as you watch them, aching between your legs.

Bradley brushes kisses across Jake’s jaw to his ear and down his neck as he trembles.

“Whatcha think? Does it tickle?” Bradley asks huskily, pressing a final one to his lips as he sits down next to you, a quick glance at his groin shows he’s hard. He tenses when you put your hand on his thigh.

Jake nods and sits back down, speechless for once. He takes a hefty pull from the bottle and hands it to Sunny.

“Phew! That was hot,” Sunny giggles, “Dare.”

He thinks on it for a moment before answering, “I dare you to kiss either Row or Nat, your choice.”

“Hmmm,” she thinks, looking between you and Natasha, pointing to the latter. “I already know you’re a great kisser, Row.”

Sunny rises and steps in front of her, bending to capture her lips. Nat’s hands weave into her curls, and Sunny whimpers as she straddles Natasha’s lap.

Natasha’s hands find their way to her ass, while Sunny’s cup her breasts through her top, lightly pinching when she finds her nipples. Your own tighten in response to Nat’s soft cry.

Jake’s whole body is tense as he exhales heavily, leaning forward to watch. Bradley’s trying to appear unaffected but the ruddiness of his cheeks and the way he’s trying to hide his erection is giving him away. Bob’s watching intently; his posture relaxed.

Sunny pulls back and smiles, giving Natasha one last peck before climbing off her.

Jake’s already rising as Sunny sits back down, tossing a giggling Natasha over his shoulder before he takes her below deck without a word.

“I guess Jake was tired,” you say, tongue in cheek.

Sunny picks up the half-empty bottle of tequila and takes a drink before offering it to you.

“C’mon Row, you’re the only one left. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Can we have another night like we did in Texas?”

“I’m in,” you reply after your mouthful of tequila. “Bradley?”

“Me too,” he agrees, “Bob?”

He nods. “Our room in 20.”

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You twist your hair into a bun and step in the cramped shower behind Bradley to rinse off the remaining sunscreen and sand from the day.

“Mmm,” you hum and you press kisses along his spine, his sun-kissed skin warm under your lips.

He groans when your hand comes around to fist his erection tightly, stroking him quickly while other hand reaches under for his balls to tug. Soon he’s tensing as you bring him to the edge, but you pull your hands away at the very last second.

“Please Row,” he gasps, “I haven’t gotten off since last night and I’ve been hard most of the day, I’m not gonna last long at all-“

“You can and you will,” you say, pinching his butt. “Now you better get a move on. Bob said 20 minutes, I can’t imagine he’ll be very happy with you if we’re late.”

“You’re the one distracting me,” he mumbles, rinsing off before he lathers you.

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Sunny opens the door almost 30 minutes later when Bradley knocks softly, though it wasn’t likely to be heard over the soft murmurs and giggles from Javy’s room nor the nearly pornographic sounds from Jake and Nat’s.

“You’re late,” Bob says, sitting shirtless at the edge of the king-sized bed.

“Sorry, Rowan was….“ Bradley starts, trailing off as Bob rises, chuckling darkly.

“I don’t want to hear you blame Row. Or any other excuses,” he says lowly, fingers trailing down Bradley’s bare chest and hooking into the waistband, just above where his erection is straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. “I’m disappointed in you. Leaving handprints on your girl, being late all weekend, and you kissed Jake in front of me. I thought you were my good boy?”

Holy shit.

You catch Sunny’s eyes which are as round as yours.

“I’m sorry.” Bradley stammers, his face and neck ruddy.

Bob backs him up against the door, leaning in for a kiss but pressing his lips to Bradley’s jaw at the less second. “You’re sorry? Didn’t seem like it when you were kissing Jake. I saw how hard you were after. Is this for him?” He asks, palming his erection roughly. “Or for me?”

Bradley’s head falls back against the door with a thud. “For you, sir,” he gasps, wrecked.

Arousal soaks the thong you’d thrown on at his response. Bob must like it too; his lips meet Bradley’s in a rough kiss, before nipping down his neck. Bradley groans, hips pushing into Bob’s hand as he bites his collarbone.

“Why don’t you ladies get comfortable on the bed?” Bob says over his shoulder, kissing the mark he left.

You pull off Bradley’s old tee shirt you’d brought to sleep in, leaving you in the matching bralette as you meet Sunny in the middle of the bed on your knees. She’d put on one of the new sets of lingerie she’d been gifted.

“Looks good on you,” you say softly, fingering the lacy material by her cleavage.

Sunny smiles at your response and leans in for a kiss. It starts slow and sensual, but quickly turns frenzied. “This okay, Row?” Sunny pants with her hands in your hair, grinding on your bent knee.

You nod, and both your heads turn as the sounds of Bradley’s gasps and Bob’s murmurs reach your ears.

Bradley’s been pushed to the foot of the bed, hands clenched into fists at his sides and pants around his ankles with Bob behind him, chin resting on his shoulder while they watch you two; his hand strokes Bradley’s cock while the other cups his balls and his hips thrust against Bradley’s ass by the way he’s rocking forward.

“Aren’t they beautiful together?” You hear Bob ask as your attention returns to Sunny, your mouth finding her nipple through the lace.

She keens and grinds faster; her arousal soaking through her underwear against your thigh.

“Sunny’s getting close,” Bob observes.

You pull your mouth off (much to her dismay) to meet Bob’s intense gaze. “Can I get her there?”

He nods, giving you permission. Your mouth finds her nipple again, biting gently while your fingers pinch the other.

“Yessss…just like that,” Sunny moans, crying out a moment later as she succumbs to the pleasure.

Bradley chokes, his hands scramble to grip Bob’s wrists to still his motions, but it’s too late.

“Nononono!” He cries as Bob works him through it, ropes of cum landing on their comforter. Bob finally reveals how affected he is, unable to stifle his own groan; resting his forehead against Bradley’s back.

Bradley’s head falls forward, humiliated and still aroused as Bob’s hand slows to a stop. “I’m sorry, sir,” he whispers.

Bob steps around him, his own hard-on straining against his gray boxer briefs, precum soaking through. He ignores his apology and looks at you. “Come lay down over here, sweetheart?” He asks, patting near the edge of the bed, above where Bradley’s cum is staining.

You nod moving to do as asked. Bob motions to your underwear, and slides them off when you lift your hips.

He steps behind Bradley again, fastening his wrists with your thong, and nudges him to his knees with his foot.

His fingers card through Bradley’s hair, tugging to force him to look up. “You’re going to get Row off with your mouth as many times as she wants. Maybe she’ll let you fuck her if you do a good enough job. But I bet she won’t let you cum again if you don’t. And I really don’t think you want to find out what happens if you cum again without permission though. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” He breathes, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with arousal.

Bob guides his head down to your pussy and he begins to devour you, shuddering as he’s forced to lay in his cum

“Sunny, let her rest her head on you?” Bob asks, releasing the hold he has on Bradley’s hair and rising to his full height.

Sunny moves in from behind and you lift your head to rest on her thighs. Your back arches as she reaches to tweak your nipples.

Your eyes drift close from the pleasure but fly back open when you hear the sharp slap of skin meeting skin, followed by Bradley’s whimper.

Oh my God.

“Do it again.” You rasp, eyes meeting Bradley’s as his efforts double, pushing you closer to the edge.

Bob smirks and brings his hand down harshly on the other cheek, and Bradley’s answering grunt pushes you over. You cry out and toes curl and the pleasure races through you.

“More,” you pant when you come down.

“Want Bob to spank him more? Or more orgasms?” Sunny asks, fingers still working your nipples.

“Yes,” you laugh breathlessly.

“I agree. He’s not sorry enough yet,” Bob says lowly.

“Not even close,” Sunny agrees.

A frustrated whine leaves Bradley but gets cut off when Bob spanks him again twice in quick succession.

You orgasm again shortly after, trembling as you come down.

Bob looks at you in question but you shake your head. “More.”

Bradley babbles from between your thighs, shaking his head. Bob reaches between his legs and chuckles. “Don’t let him fool ya. He’s loving this. You heard the lady, Bradley. Get to it.”

He spanks him. “That’s for kissing Jake.”

“That’s for being late. Twice.” He spanks him two times more.

“And this is for leaving a handprint on Row. Now you’ll have one too.”

The tips of your fingers and toes go numb as you cry out; the strongest orgasm yet slamming into you at the same time he delivers the final blow.

Bradley’s forehead rests on your thigh, his big body trembling as Bob releases his hands.

“Lay down baby,” you coax him next to you on his back and climb over him, sinking down with ease. Bob’s already fucking Sunny into the mattress.

“I’m sorr—not…gonna last long,” Bradley grits out.

“I’m close too,” you assure him, tilting your hips to drag your clit across his pelvis.

“Can I cum? Was I good?” He pants desperately, looking at Bob.

Bob’s hand reaches out, grasping Bradley’s. “You-fuck!” He gasps as Sunny cries out, writhing through her orgasm beneath him. “You’re my good boy, you can cum,” Bob groans, hips stilling as he gives in to his release.

Bradley’s free hand pulls you in by the back of the neck for a messy kiss. The change in angle sets you off and Bradley groans into your kiss as you clench rhythmically around his cock, milking him dry.

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“I’m gonna rinse off quick. I’ve got dried jizz in my chest hair,” Bradley says later, back in your room. He presses a kiss to your forehead and drops his pants, tossing them towards your bags before turning towards the bathroom.

You smile as you spot a red, Bob-sized handprint as he walks away.

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A/N: Wow. That took forever. Probably because it’s twice as long as most of the chapters I post. 🥴 What did ya think?

Also. I think I should fill out a list of things that Bradley’s into. I haven’t specifically written it, but he’s very into everything they’ve done. He specifically likes the humiliation lol.

Next up is Sunny and Bob’s wedding and then (I think) the epilogue 🥹

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[wizzard890]

Hello! I'm someone who really enjoys makeup, but has recently in the past few years begun to view makeup and the makeup industry more broadly as something that is really detrimental to women. You seem to be in somewhat of the same position, and I admire your thoughts, so I was curious how you reconcile those positions or if you feel the need to reconcile them at all? Please ignore this ask if it's intrusive or weird lol

You can't reconcile them. You really can't. The beauty industry exists to churn out propaganda, inventing flaws and offering us fixes for a price, before moving on to the new (usually opposite, so you don't already have the tools) trend.

I'm in my thirties, I've seen the beauty industry turn into a nightmarish hydra that I never could have imagined as a teenager. The speed with which people create and zero in on new physical nitpicks, the ubiquity of filters and plastic surgery, that skincare (literally unless you have a specific ailment, a soft cleanser and nothing else will do you just fine) has become a lunatic self-flagellation in the name of some kind of nebulous Purity, just the endless chasing and chasing and chasing of that new thing that new miracle bottle, whatever will finally make you less disgusting for living in a human body. It's rancid. But it’s always been like this. Just slower.

And it's important to be intellectually honest about all this. The reason we think we look better with our lips a certain color, or our skin being a certain texture is because beauty culture has spent hundreds of years and trillions of dollars rotting our brains. None of this is real. You know that you find the people you love the most attractive when they're comfortable and bare faced and being themselves. Contour would change literally nothing about your feelings in that moment.

I enjoy makeup. I like gold eyeliner and deep berry lipsticks and a stain of blush. Why? Because I also have brain rot, and think I look Better with it on. You can't dismantle the entire wretched apparatus on your own, but you can be clear with yourself about why you believe what you believe. As my wife pointed out when I talked to her about this ask, even saying "I just like to decorate my face" doesn't hold water. You don't know what you natively like to do with your face, when it comes to beauty. You've spent your whole life marinating in propaganda. It gets into everything.

Due to my Ancient Years, I am no longer expected to be Young And Hot, which means I don't put on makeup on to run errands, and I don't feel like a full face is necessary to see friends or get dinner on a weeknight. I've started trying to treat makeup like I'd treat a pair of high heels: sometimes it's nice to feel dressed up, and in some environments heels are part of the dress code. Sometimes you wear heels to show your partner that you put in extra effort for them, or to make sure someone knows you took an occasion seriously.

Tellingly, heels also exist to fix a "failure" in your appearance.

It's like finding smoking sexy. Smoking kills you, unambiguously. And yet....it's hard not to feel like you'd be cooler if you had a cigarette in your hand. No one is immune to the manipulations of propaganda. But it is propaganda, plain and simple, and we shouldn't twist ourselves in knots to defend the lies it tells us, or try to make them ~praxis~. Beauty culture is exactly the same.

[multifandomhaven]

Part II

TW: Mentions of animal neglect/abuse (nothing violent or descriptive - my heart can't take it). Also, I'm trying to get this as close to reality as possible, but I am in no way a doctor/veterinarian. Please, please, please don't use this as a guide for helping any animal.

I proofread this as best as I could (it's cross-posted as a fanfic so I changed MC's name to Y/N) so there might be an inconsistency(ies?) that I missed!

Y/N woke to the trilling song of a blue jay that had nested on the ledge of her window. The smooth chirps and whistles provided her a sense of peace, for when she heard it she knew she was safe in her cozy apartment. Standing on her toes she peeked into the ledge outside her window, as she did every morning, eagerly awaiting the small, blue eggs to hatch.

She yawned and stretched, rising from her bed. She straightened her t-shirt as best she could - there was no hope for the wrinkles. After she brushed her teeth and slipped on her fuzzy slippers she closed the bedroom door behind her. The warm, morning light streamed through the window by her barely-ever-used dining table.

She poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down, pulling her laptop out to begin her day. There was an email from Mari, her favorite tech.

I know you're on leave and I'm not supposed to bother you, but we've got a cat and it's not looking good for him. A black and white stray, male. He looks like he's been through the wringer, Y/N. Animal control brought him in, and found him in a dumpster.

Y/N reread the email a few times before she clicked the attached video. The cat, obviously malnourished, bared its teeth and hissed at the person behind the camera, but didn't try to defend himself. He was tired, scared, and very sick.

Y/N frowned around her bite of food, her fingers darting over the keyboard as she typed out her response.

Give me an hour.

"Morning," John crooned from the doorway, his voice still thick with sleep. Y/N glanced up noting that he was already dressed and ready for the day. She gave him a small, forced smile as she read the email Mari sent back - saying that they'd be waiting for her.

Y/N sighed softly, her eyes drifting from her screen to John's eyes.

"What is it?" John asked.

Y/N's frown deepened and she placed her computer on the table. "I got an email saying that we have an abused animal at the office. I need to go make sure he's okay - see if he can be rehabilitated or if he needs to..." she trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. Of course, she'd had many animals that she'd had to put to sleep, but never did it get any easier, "rest."

"You've not been cleared to go back to the office," John reminded her stiffly. "You're still healing, and we've yet to find who ordered the attack on you."

"I can't let him suffer if he doesn't have a chance of making it," Y/N argued, her brows furrowed. "I won't stay, I swear. I'll assess him, see what needs to be done, and come home."

John sighed deeply and stared at her as if he were weighing her words, and then gave a single nod. "Only him."

A little while later, when they arrived at the office, Y/N was taken back to where the bi-colored cat lay. He was sedated, and connected to a drip to give him a little extra hydration. Tears burned her eyes and she sniffed, trying to contain them as she looked over the animal - he was thin, critically so. His fur was faded-looking and dirty. One of the techs was cleaning and wrapping a wound on his back leg.

"He was found in a dumpster," Mari reiterated from over her shoulder. Y/N noticed how the tech's gaze settled on her own still-healing bruised eye, but she ignored it. Mari didn't comment on it, instead, she continued to fill her in on the cat's condition. "He's a little on the wild side, Doc."

Y/N nodded as she listened, her heart squeezed in her chest. She couldn't help but feel like it was destiny that brought this creature to her at this exact moment. She took a deep breath to settle her emotions. "He needs a high-protein, high-fat diet supplemented with some vitamins for a few weeks." She ran her hand through his fur softly, her fingers roving over every one of his pronounced ribs. "But, all things considered, he seems like he'd be okay to be fostered."

Mari nodded, writing in his chart. "Okay. Have you heard from any of our fosters? Know anyone who's able to take him in?"

"Yeah," Y/N said softly, her eyes flicking from the cat to John, who stood out of the way in the back of the room, but always watching. She gently stroked the cat's side and looked back down at him sadly. "I'm gonna take him home with me. Get him fed and tamed down a bit. We can give this guy a new life, I'm sure of it."

"Y/N." Mari furrowed her brows. "Are you sure? I know you have a lot going on right now..."

Y/N tore her eyes from the cat, pinning Mari with a look. "I'm taking him with me. Find a carrier and a cone while I prepare him for the ride."

"Okay, okay..." Mari sighed, obviously wanting to protest, but she kept it to herself.

Y/N carefully took the IV out of the cat's leg and bandaged it as gently as she could. It was just Y/N and John in the room now. Y/N allowed her shoulders to fall as she looked back down at the battered creature on the table. "Poor little guy."

John sighed and stepped fully into the room, his hands clasped behind his back. He was looking at her, concern clear on his face. "You sure about this?"

Y/N nodded and carefully wiped at her healing eye as tears threatened to fall. "I can handle it."

"I don't doubt it," John agreed softly, giving her upper arm a gentle squeeze. "You'll fix him up."

"Yeah," Y/N agreed quietly. "He'll be okay."

Later that evening Y/N sat on the sofa with John, both of them watching the crate the cat was in. He had begun to rouse, stretching and mewling as he looked around the new environment. Y/N smiled and moved to crouch in front of the crate. She knelt, smiling softly as the cat bared its teeth at her, hissing.

"You're okay, buddy," Y/N cooed softly. "You're safe."

Curled up in the back of the crate, the cat watched her. His large, green eyes were trained on her, his head followed her as she went to the kitchen and brought back some food for him. She opened the can up and put some of the medicine she'd gotten for him on top. The smell wrinkled Y/N's nose, but she stirred it up anyway.

She opened the door, not even flinching as the cat started hissing and swatting at her hand.

"Y/N," John warned her.

"He's just scared." She told him as she pushed the bowl closer to the cat. The cat sniffed as it caught a whiff of the food. She shut the door to the cage and sat back on her knees, watching him intently.

He kept his eyes on her as he ate quickly, mewling with every bite. Once he was done he went back to the corner of the crate and laid back down.

Y/N's heart broke as she watched him. She couldn't help but wonder if this poor creature had ever known love.

Days passed and little by little Y/N had managed to worm her way into the cat's heart. She had several scratches on her hands and a bite mark or two, but she didn't let it deter her. Instead, it made her want to work harder.

"Clover," she sang softly, opening the door to his crate. She placed his bowl of food outside the cage and sat beside it, watching as he slowly emerged. He looked around the room, spotting the litter box Y/N had put just off to the side. "Come on, buddy," she encouraged him gently.

She pushed the bowl just a bit closer to him, hoping to entice him. Wary, he inched closer, his eyes never leaving her. He bent down and began to lap up the food. Y/N held back the noise of happiness that worked its way up her throat. She bit back her smile and slowly reached out, gently stroking his back.

He startled and ran back into his crate.

"Okay, okay," Y/N cooed and held her hand up in defense. She stood quietly by the door and watched him creep back over to his food. She felt John's presence looming at her back.

"He's cross with you, isn't he?" John asked with a huff. "He hasn't looked away."

"Well, he didn't scratch or bite me this time," she reminds him with a huff of laughter. "That's a step in the right direction."

[yandere-plague]

Any version your comfortable with thank you

All of them at once- jk

// mentions of drugging/spiking , kidnapping

takes place sometime during borderlands 3

without spoiling much, I leave it up to you as what your 'previous' job was.

"Huh, never thought this ship would have a bar." In hindsight that would be obvious. But for one in space? Definitely not.

Everyone calls it Moxxi's nightclub, though its more of a bar than anything else. Can you really call it a nightclub if your always in space?

Sanctuary III, the home of the Crimson Raiders. Where legendary people are formed to hunt vaults. Though you know that already.

The room gave off a radiant pink, a splash of colour from the rest of the ship. And in the middle stood who you assumed to be the woman herself, Mad Moxxi.

"Well hey Sugar. Dont think I've seen you around here." Her voice sounds like honey, a mix of courteousness and flirtiness enough to give some drunk people the wrong idea.

"Just came from Promethea actually."

"Promethea? Hope the corpo war hasn't been to hard on ya."

"Eh I'm doing alright. They raised the rent at my apartment because Atlas needed to get everyone out of the city. I don't blame him but. To be honest most of us have nowhere to go."

This became a regular occurance, after your job on Promethea you head to Moxxi's for a quick drink or a bite to eat before heading to your dorm.

[A few months later]

"Hey Moxxi, guess who finally managed to get enough funds to live back on Promethea!"

You ran into the bar, giddy with excitement.

"Aww, really? I'm going to miss you sugar."

Her makeup never changed since you first met. Still wearing the ruined mascara, intentional or not.

"Dont worry Mox. I'll visit you!" You chucked.

How about one last drink? On the house~"

She smiled, she always wanted to give you free drinks. But every time you denied her.

'Well. I- why not?" You shrug.

Looking around you notice that nobody else is around.

"You closing up early? Wait, what time is it?"

"Well after closing time, but I decided to let you in." She said while trying to get rid of a damn stain on her dress.

"Shit. Sorry-"

"Dont be, now bottoms up sugar~"

She poured the drink up to your lips. It felt kind of awkward but you went along with it for now.

It tasted familiar, like her finest blend but a little bit saltier? Maybe you're just imagining things.

"Thanks." She put it down after.

"Need some help back there? Like tidying up or something?"

"You're too kind~, mind checking the tables for any leftover drinks or anything. I say people just leave their drinks like its nothing." She sighed.

"Sure thing."

You stand up, almost wobbling a bit. Did she give you an extra strong version or something?

You look at every table, they all seem to be clear. Apart from one of the booths at the back, a few glasses lay there.

You pick them up and head back to her. Placing them on the table.

"Thanks doll."

"Oof. Yeah. I think im going to go now. I'm beat." You sit back down on one of the stools, placing a hand on your forehead.

"Jeez, how strong is this stuff?"

"Its a special blend."

"It sure is..."

"Oh sugar~, can't keep you're head on straight can you?"

The world around you slipped, as you fell on the floor.

"Dont worry. Momma Moxxi will take very good care of you. Just sleep. Kitten..."

You revealed Moxxi's true voice, a sickening sap that once she gets you into her clutches, she's never letting you go...

(I actually have the moxxi finest blend bottle. But I've never drank alcohol before and I don't think that whiskey is a good thing to try first 😅)

I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING THIS TAKE SO LONG. I was busy with college and then tumblr decided to not let me edit for some reason. I'm personally not impressed with what I've written :/ I

[samoankpoper21]

Drunken Confession - Kento Nanami

!!!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!! ATTEMPTED S/A, GASLIGHTING

Content warnings: attempted s/a, alcohol, cussing, slight self deprecation

A/N: I have way too many family and friends who are victims of S/A so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SPEAK UP AND KNOW THAT WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE!! If you are not yet comfortable with speaking about it to your close friends and family I have listed the hotline here: 1-800-656-4673

Word count: 3208

Having to navigate the world as a plus size woman was hard enough but you were surprised to find yourself standing in your supervisor's office on the hottest day of the week. It was a blazing 107°F, the AC in the office decided to give out today of all days. You were wearing a light white cardigan, pink floral sweetheart neckline cami, and a black mid length pencil skirt. You opted to take off the cardigan as the shift progressed due to the heat. You couldn't read Nanami's face or expressions. "Miss L/N."

"Yes Mr. Kento?"

"This may seem a bit rude to ask so I'll give it to you straight: do you have another shirt on you? For yourself?"

"Pardon?"

"It's just the company policy-"

"I know the company dress code Mr. Kento and I believe that I am well within my rights regarding the way I am dressed."

"You're absolutely right Miss L/N however there have been some...complaints." You could feel your anger rising, your fists balled at your sides. Of course there were complaints. No one wants to see flabby skin. You took a deep breath and shakily asked, "What about Jessica? Did anyone complain about her?"

"Yes, I will talk to her as soon as you and I are done." You sighed and wanted to cry out of frustration. It's not your fault entirely for your size. You couldn't help how your 46D breasts were threatening to spill over. Blame it on genetics, social factors, etc but you could confidently say you loved the skin you were in. You turned on your heel to exit Nanami's office when you felt a cool, lightweight baby blue shirt slip over your shoulders. "Mr. Kento?"

"You said you didn't have any extra clothes." You could feel the blush rapidly spreading across your face, engulfing your body. "N-no it's quite alright. I can just wear my cardigan." He continued staring down at you and it took a moment for you to grasp the height difference between you and Nanami: he stood at 6', 1" while you were 5', 2"...and he was standing way too close. I hope he can't hear how fast my heart is beating. You cleared your throat and Nanami swiftly took a step back. "Um, would you like me to send Jessica in?"

"No, it's quite alright. I'll send for her myself." You quickly exited his office and rushed to your cubicle feeling your face burning. You could smell his cologne off of his shirt and it took everything in you not to bunch up his shirt and inhale. Gawd how you wanted to do that so bad. A clearing of a throat broke your reverie. You inwardly groaned to see Mahito. You couldn't put your finger on it but there was something off about him. "What'd the big boss say?"

Sighing, you answered, "He told me I had to cover up. That I'm 'distracting'."

"He wasn't lying." You could feel Mahito's gaze travel the length of your body tantalizingly slow, stopping at your breasts, making your skin crawl. His eyes met yours and he smirked. This bastard has no shame. "Are you ready for the company party this weekend?" He casually asks.

"Low key yeah. Can't wait to get all dressed up."

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up." An uncomfortable chuckle slipped past your lips. "Mahito, get back to work." Thank gawd! You looked up to see Nanami and was surprised to see a vein popping out of his forehead. Of course he's upset. Mahito is milking the clock, wasting company time standing there talking to you. Mahito chuckled, sauntering away. "You got it boss." You looked to see Nanami's veined hand balling into a fist. His hands are so hot. "Miss L/N."

"Yes!" your voice went up an octave and you wanted to die. You cleared your throat and ask, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm just here to remind you to submit those reports by the end of your shift."

"Of course."

"And, please button up your shirt." You stared down and a flush spread across your cheeks again. You wanted Nanami to keep staring but you knew better than to try and get his attention. He probably likes skinnier women. You sighed, swiveling your chair back to your computer and resumed clacking away at the reports at hand.

Friday came and the anticipation for the company party was evident; questions of what each person was wearing and what time they were going to be at the venue was thrown everywhere. You were thankful that the company decided to make the day in the office as a half day and the rest of the shift will be covered by the party, leaving you plenty of time to get ready. You made it home within 15 minutes, quickly hopped the shower, and shaved. You opted for light makeup, your black dress hugging your curves stopping right above your knees. You paired your look with strappy, chunky heels, your hair in a high ponytail. You got to the venue and could feel the excitement in the air. The company had reserved a banquet hall where the chandeliers were dripping, the rows of tables nestled against each other. "Y/N!" your favorite coworker and friend Misty screamed.

"Misty!"

"Umm ooookaaayyy go off then queen!"

"Ohmygosh Misty stop."

"I'm serious you look stunning."

"Thank you Misty. So do you."

"This dress is making your boobs look even more scrumptious." Misty mischievously noted.

"Misty," you hissed. "Are you drunk already?"

"I may or may not be the world will never know." You laughed and couldn't help but be grateful for this unhinged friend of yours. You both stood in line for food talking amongst yourselves and with everyone around you both. You could feel a pair of eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw Nanami across the room surrounded by the other higher ups with a glass of champagne in his hand. He lifted his glass towards you in acknowledgment and you shyly smiled, your head bending down a little. "Oouu Y/N, is it me or is Mr. Kento checking you out."

"Stop it Misty. You know he likes skinnier women."

"Who the fuck told you that lie?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm usually never wrong about these things but I have a feeling Mr. Kento likes his women..." Misty stopped and slowly looked you up and down continuing with, "thick." making sure to enunciate and prolong the word. You paused in your tracks. Does he like big women? Before you could ponder on the thought a moment longer you felt a hand around your waist pulling you closer. You looked up to see Mahito. "Mahito. Hi." Mahito leaned down and whispered, "You look beautiful tonight. I told you I wanted to see you dressed up." You offered an uncomfortable laugh trying to free yourself from his grasp. "Don't think I'll let you go that easily Y/N."

"I'll catch up with you later Mahito."

"It's a date then!" you quickly grabbed Misty's arm and pulled her to the first available table you saw. "There's something off about that guy."

"I know," Misty agreed. "Let's try to steer clear of him."

The party was set in motion after everyone settled down with their plates of food: the CEO gave a warm welcome along with the speech of the company; another higher up stepped forward gushing over the results that were produced this year and the goals for the following year. Nanami's supervisor came forward to commend a fantastic job well done to Nanami and his leadership, your guys' team being the top team in research, development, and sales. Finally the board of directors came forward with the final say. "Without further ado, let's all raise our glasses for a job well done for this year and the big plans we have for next year!" The room erupted into whoops and applause, the servers going around instantly refilling everyone's glass. You reveled in the sweet bubbly liquid that smoothly went down your throat. I could get used to this: champagne and bubbles.

You lost track of how many times your glass was refilled, the remaining constant factor was you being happy, bubbly. You somehow managed to take decent photos with your coworkers, reminding yourself to eat and drink water in between each glass. Somehow you found yourself alone in a corner with Mahito, not realizing that he was motioning for the server to keep refilling your glass. "Mahito," you say. "I don't think I can drink any more."

"Eh? But I've been the only one drinking."

"Liar," you pouted. "I-I may be a wittle buzzed right now but I KNOW you not shlurp shlurp." Mahito laughed before his thumb came and swiped across your cheek. "Cute." oblivious to the fact that Nanami across the room was trying to focus on his breathing, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles were turning white, his veins protruding more profoundly. Nanami wanted nothing more than to be by your side instead of surrounded by all these men talking about gawd knows what. His body froze when he saw Mahito lead you out the venue, one of your arms tossed over his shoulder, his arm around your waist trying to steady you. He looked around noticing that everyone was practically drunk. "'Scuse me," he excused himself from the conversation and found that his feet - or was it his heart? - was quickly leading him towards you.

"Ma-Mahito?"

"Shh, we're almost there love."

"Wh-where are we going?"

"My car." your head quickly shot up but that proved to be too much for you, the dizziness quickly coming over you. "W-wait Mahito, please, let me...let me rest." You could sense the impatience in Mahito's demeanor as he leaned you up against the nearest wall but you couldn't decipher it in your drunken state. "You're really trying it Y/N."

"Wh-what? What are you talking about Mahito?"

"I see the way you dress, teasing all the men, me especially."

"Mahito, you must be mistaken. I would never-" you froze when you felt his hand on your thigh, slowly making its way up. He leaned towards you in a quiet tone continued. "You think I didn't notice? Hm? The way you look at me?"

"Mahito, please stop." You didn't want to cause a scene so you tried to push him away gently, his hand stopping underneath your dress. Your disorientated state was not helping. You were pleading for someone, anyone, to come out.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, ssshhh. I'm going to wipe that smug look off your face real soon."

"Mahito," you firmly commanded. "Stop! I'm serious!" His hand was inches away from your sex when you heard a low, "She told you to stop." You both looked to the left and relief flooded over your entire being at the sight of Nanami in his white suit, blue dress shirt. "Nanamiiiiiin," you smile, tears threatening to spill over. Nanami felt his dick twitch at the way you said his name. Now is not the time. He thought to himself. "Y/N," he held out his hand. "Come here." Without a second thought you rushed to his side crashing into him, enveloping him with a hug. With you still latched on, Nanami effortlessly unbuttoned his blazer and draped it over you. "Nanami, she's with me." Mahito grinned.

"She didn't even want to go with you-"

"Baka, baka, baaaaaaakaaaaaa bleeeeehhh." you tauntingly say to Mahito while sticking out your tongue. You swear you could see the vein in Mahito's forehead pop out but you didn't care; you were safe and warm. "Unfortunately Mr. Mahito, she has spoken. I will see you Monday. Have a good evening." Nanami escorted you out the venue towards his car. It wasn't until you both were on the freeway where the earlier events hit you: you began to shake, clutching at your chest suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Nanami swerved to the shoulder with his hazard lights on, turning up the heater. "Y/N, Y/N," he pleaded. "Y/N, look at me." You looked at him and could see how worried he was for you, one of his hands gently caressing your cheek, the other rubbing up and down your arm. "Focus on me. Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth." You found yourself mimicking the way he was breathing, your shaking slowly subsiding, your ragged breathing coming down. "Thank you." you meekly managed to get out. Nanami engulfed you in a hug. "I apologize. I realize a man's touch is the last thing you want but I'm just glad you're safe." Before you could respond, he quickly scooted away and asked, "What's your address?"

"You're taking me home?"

"Of course."

"Why?" Nanami sighed, gripping the steering wheel. "Because I don't want you to be fearful of me after what you went through."

"I'm not! I won't!"

"Y/N please-" you crossed your arms over your chest like a child throwing a tantrum. He sighed, put the car in drive, and slowly made his way back onto the freeway. You wanted to tell him that it's not the alcohol, that despite what happened earlier, that you knew in your heart of hearts that Nanami would never hurt you. You wanted and needed this man. Mahito was a different story.

"Are you dropping me off because you're going back to Jessica?"

"What?!" Nanami's head snapped in your direction, furious of the implication.

"I mean don't you like her? All the men in the office find her attractive." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. She's drunk, don't mind her. You took his silence as confirmation and scoffed. "Of course you do. That's why you ain't sayin' shit!"

"Y/N, this isn't the right time to talk about this."

"And what is this?"

"Your feelings of jealousy."

"Jealousy? Jealousy?! Of course I'm jealous! You like Jessica and I like you! Why...why can't you like me back?" His head swiveled so fast in your direction he thought he would suffer from whiplash. "Y-you like me?" He heard soft snoring and he groaned. He made his way to your side, opened your door, knelt on one knee, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Stupid." he chuckled and carried you inside his apartment.

The rays of light pierced your closed eyes causing you to wince and groan. You turned to your side and nuzzled closer to the source of warmth. "Mmm. Squishy," Squishy? Your eyes shot open to find yourself with a shirtless Nanami. You took the time to feast on the sight before you: his defined, smooth pecs, the happy trail inching lower, the veins protruding and evident in his biceps and forearms; his sharp nose and jawline, chiseled cheekbones, blonde hair plastered flat against his forehead. You silently giggled at being able to experience a vulnerable Nanami. "Are you done staring Miss L/N?

"Eek!" you quickly scooted away from him. "Sorry." you mumble. He lazily turns on his side and greets you with a very low toned good morning, that morning voice alone sending shivers down your spine. "Thank you for saving me last night."

"Of course."

"Are wee-"

"Yes, we are at my apartment."

"Whyy-"

"You refused to give me your address."

"Why-"

"Jessica." Your hand quickly clamped over your mouth. "Ohmygod Mr. Kento! Did I...did I ruin your rendezvous with Jessica??" He sighed sitting upright. "Y/N, where on earth did you get the idea that I liked Jessica?" It was a small difference but it had the biggest impact on you: how gently he said your first name. "Well most of the men in the office find her attractive; and plus I didn't see her go in the office after you told me about my outfit." His hand slid down his face as he stated, "You were busy talking with Mahito and yes your outfit was distracting." You quickly looked down, the tears threatening to spill over. "Yes, yes how can I forget. No one wants to see arm flabs."

"That's not what I meant Y/N."

"But you said my outfit was distracting. And to be fair it was really hot that day."

"It was distracting to me." You looked over to see him with a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

"To you? Why?"

"Since it appears we're being transparent with one another, it took everything in me not to fuck you on my desk. I wanted to take you right then and there but I couldn't. You don't realize it but the other men, they stare at you too, way more than they do to Jessica. I wanted to have you, make you mine so they could stop staring. Then I saw you and Mahito talking at your cubicle and it took everything in me not to punch him in the throat; and to think he had the audacity to pull that shit at the fucking company party!? I should've killed him right then and there, with my own bare hands." He was visibly shaking, his hands clutching the sheets. You hesitantly reached out and put your hand atop of his, he turned his hand over so that your fingers were linked. "What I'm trying to say Y/N is I like you too, I've liked you for a while now."

"Really?"

He turned so that he was fulling facing you, his left hand coming up to cup your face."Yes, really. If I may be so forward, may I...may I kiss you Y/N?" You smiled, answering with, "You may." He gently pressed his lips against yours, slowly nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip. You opened your mouth more allowing him access, his tongue swirling with yours. He pulled back panting. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" you asked in a panic.

"If we keep this up I may lose my self control and you won't be able to see me as a gentleman." Your arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer. "I want you to lose control." you whispered. In response he growled and continued kissing you more passionately, the tent in his sweats pressing against your thigh.

Monday morning came and Misty shouted, "Y/N! Where the fuck have you been??"

"Huh? Why what's going on?"

"You didn't hear? Mahito got fired. He tried to make a move on two girls at the party."

"Two?!"

"Yup. They're saying for the sake of the victims they're going to keep their identities a secret but everyone knows that it's Jessicaaaaaaohmygod is that a hickey?!" You instinctively slapped your neck, your face growing a crimson red. "Y/N L/N, who were you fucking over the weekend?"

"Shh! Misty!"

"Miss Carlisle, please use your indoor voice."

"Sorry Mr. Kento."

"And please refrain from asking my girlfriend personal questions."

"Yes sir-girlfriend?" Misty looked at you as you sheepishly grinned. "You sly bitch! Whoop whoop!" you threw your head back in laughter as Nanami came, kissed you on the cheek in front of everyone with his hand wrapped tightly around your waist and said, "See you at lunch beautiful."

[moodywyrm]

book patrol

hello i am returned after months at war (college) my love for the tlou from middle school is back in full force and tlou2 is fucking me up so here's some sweet patrol content for Ellie in a world where the events of TLOU2 just don't happen. let her be happy ok. also that dealer Ellie thought I had is festering idk when I will write it but it’s there

Ellie Williams x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

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Ellie was going to throttle Jesse – if she could manage to get out of bed first. He was pounding on her door with absolutely zero respect for the sanctity of sleep and a level of audacity only he could possibly possess.

Hauling herself out of bed and dragging a (questionably) clean pair of jeans up her bare legs, Ellie made her way to the door and yanked it open to reveal an irritatingly fresh-faced Jesse. He had all of his gear ready, dressed for the uncommonly warm Jackson weather.

“Rise and shine cupcake, we have patrol in, like, now. Tommy and Y/N are down at the stables already,” He said, leaning against the doorframe as Ellie put on a ratty pair of converse and pulled an old green flannel shirt over her tank top.

“I’m going, dickhead, you didn’t have to wake up the whole fucking neighborhood.”

“The whole neighborhood is already awake, so… ”

“Oh fuck you, let’s go.” Ellie scooped up her pack and locked the door behind her as Jesse lead them out, laughing as he went.

They kept pace, making their way through Jackson as the town got to work. Jesse looked over at Ellie and zoned in on her hyperfocused expression. “So, from what I’ve heard, you two are gonna go out to the town a bit farther west than usual while Tommy and I clear the area between here and there. The other patrols have already been sent out.”

“Cool - Wait, what? Why isn’t Tommy going out the farthest?”

“Because you and Y/N can handle it? Maria wants Tommy home early tonight for some reason, wouldn’t say why,” Jesse answered, guiding them towards the stables where Ellie could see Shimmer all geared up and ready to go. From on top of her own horse (affectionately named Leaf), Y/N was holding Shimmer’s reigns and talking to Tommy. When she spotted Ellie and Jesse approaching, a butterfly-inducing smile broke out on her face.

“Where have y’all been? It’s time to get going,” She chided, handing Ellie the reigns and turning towards the gate. Ellie hauled herself up onto Shimmer and followed after her, taking stock of the extra saddlebags on both of their horses. Jesse and Tommy followed close behind.

“This one woke up maybe ten minutes ago. Blame her.” Ellie glared at Jesse, letting it go when she heard Y/N snort.

The four of them trotted up to the gate, readying themselves for patrol. Tommy shifted slightly, addressing the group. “Alright, y’all head west past the usual checkpoint. You’ll hit a small town, ‘s mostly houses but there are a few shops. Clear any infected and gather what you can. Jesse and I’ll clear the area between here and there, y’all just ride through.”

“Be smart about it,” Jesse added, locking eyes with each girl, “Get back alive and safe.”

“You got it, dad,” Y/N quipped, sending the two men a genuine smile anyways.

Ellie caught herself staring at the soft roundness of her face, the curve of her smile, and the conviction it held. Taking one deep, grounding breath, she pulled her eyes away and turned to the men. “Alright, let’s head out.”

As they raced through Tommy and Jesse’s patrol zone – keeping the noise level to a minimum – Ellie couldn’t help but stare at Y/N, who had taken the lead on this route. Thick, soft thighs strained against tight denim jeans that Maria had altered for her, what with larger sizes being hard to come by. Ellie had seen those thighs more times than she could count, but they’d been haunting her thoughts for months now.

As of late, Ellie had caught herself thinking about her bestfriend more than usual. Obviously, she always worried about her – in the five years they’d known each other, they’d both experienced an insurmountable amount of traumatic events that would have scarred any nineteen-year-old, let alone the unreasonably burdened fourteen-year-olds they had been. In all that time, worrying about Y/N had become second nature for Ellie. Whatever was happening now was entirely different.

Now, her mind was filled with thoughts of soft curves and strong hands, incredible competence in all manners of survival – thanks to her unofficial adoptive father – contrasted with exceptional gentleness in Jackson’s library. A laugh that made her heart ache and a voice that could catch her attention from anywhere. It scared the absolute shit out of her, but Ellie was certain she was falling in love with her bestfriend – that is if she wasn’t already in love the entire time. The thought scared her so much, it pulled her out of her little reverie only to realize that Y/N was saying something.

“-okay, Ellie?”

“Huh? Shit, sorry, I wasn’t listening.” Y/N huffed out a laugh, slowing her pace just enough to fall beside Ellie. Ellie, in turn, tried really fucking hard not to stare at her thighs bouncing on the saddle.

“I noticed, I was asking if you’re okay?” She asked, sending Ellie a look of concern that totally didn’t manifest as a swarm of butterflies trying to escape her tummy.

“Yeah, was just thinking, ‘s all.”

“About what?”

Ellie let her eyes drop to her chest for a split second before snapping her head forward. “We’ve known each other for a while, still feels crazy that we’re almost twenty now.”

She tried so hard to not focus on the look of pure softness that swept over Y/N’s face but failed miserably.

“Yeah, feels like just yesterday I was getting scolded by Joel for teaching you how to shoot a pistol,” She smiled, glancing over at Ellie, “and now you’re almost as good a shot as me.”

“Oh well excuse me, not all of us had dads who happened to be fucking doomsday preppers.”

“Prepper, singular. Frank was never really like that – did teach me how to alter clothes like a pro, though. And excuse me, you have Joel, who is probably a way better shot than either of us, so, no excuses.”

“Oh haha, very funny, he didn’t even want to teach me for months,” Ellie commented, picking up the pace until they were both galloping towards the checkpoint.

They made idle chit-chat, trying not to make too much noise while passing through. Wouldn’t want to startle a bunch of infected before they even got to their official patrol area. A little less than an hour later, they strolled into the dilapidated town Joel and Tommy had found a few days prior. Ellie pulled Shimmer over to a beat-up metal fence, loosely tying her up while Y/N tied Leaf a few feet down.

Adjusting their packs and making sure all weapons were easily accessible, the two made their way to the first house. A broken-down old thing with two stories, would have been gorgeous in its time. Now, it was just a collection of punched-out walls and cracked support beams, peeling wallpaper and sagging furniture. Ellie could hear a familiar clicking, signaling for Y/N to stay quiet and put on her mask. She abided, following Ellie into the house through a hole in the door, careful to avoid any noisy detritus on the floor.

They crept through to the kitchen, pausing when they saw a hunched-over Clicker hobbling away from their location. Y/N listened in for a second, trying to sound out any clicking that wasn’t coming from this one. Deciding that it was a loner, she signaled a ‘one’ to Ellie, who crept up behind the infected, wrenched its head back with a firm grip on the fungal face plates and pushed her switchblade into its exposed neck, and pulled. Y/N kept watching behind her, taking note of the straining muscle of Ellie’s forearms, fully on display as she lowered the struggling Clicker to the floor.

“Think that’s the only one in here,” She murmured, moving away from the corpse and listening for infected.

“Mhm. Check for any supplies and regroup.”

Systematically, they moved from house to house, clearing infected and gathering supplies. Every now and then Ellie would send Y/N back to the horses to fill up the saddlebags, keeping an eye on her the entire time.

Two hours later, sore and covered in bruises, they’d cleared all but one store at the far end of the main road. The girls made their way down the street after one last supply run to the horses, trying to seem less exhausted than they were. Ellie tried – and failed – to hide her injuries, courtesy of the runner that slammed her into a kitchen counter. Anyone else – except for Joel – would have completely missed the wince in each step Ellie took, but not Y/N.

“Want me to take a look at that? Or do you want to wait until we clear this place?” She asked, shifting so that Ellie’s injured side was between them, no longer exposed to the rest of their surroundings.

“Ah, uh, I can wait. Thank you, though,” Ellie said softly, smiling at her friend. The smile she got in return made her nerves fizzle.

Moving round to the back of the store, they spotted the back door hanging on by a single hinge. They shared a cautious look, hands on their weapons and ready for a fight. Ellie entered first, crawling through the opening made by the ill-fated door and immediately turning to help Y/N in.

Right as both girls stood up, a screech came from their left and a Clicker slammed into Y/N, knocking her down and trying to claw at her. She slammed a broken pipe against its neck, keeping her hands away from its mouth and pushing with all her strength. Claws caught against her shoulders dulled stings erupting beneath the cotton of her shirt. Leveraging all her weight against the Clicker, she managed to flip them over and pin it down with the bar.

As if on autopilot, Ellie crouched down while pulling out her switchblade, slamming it into the Clicker’s neck and wiggling it in for good measure. The second it stopped moving, Y/N recoiled from the body and leaned into the wall, chest heaving.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, letting their hearts return to a normal pace before Ellie looked up.

Standing to face her, Ellie gently grabbed her friend’s arms and scanned all visible areas for bite marks. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Just a couple of scratches, but, no bites.”

Ellie’s eyes snapped up, searching for confirmation on her face. When she deemed everything relatively stable, she sighed and let go.

“I’m gonna go ahead and assume that he was the only one in here since we’re not being fucking stormed.”

“A fair assumption, but be careful anyways.”

“You got it, princess.”

“Fuck you.”

The familiar rhythm of their banter calmed Ellie down exponentially, standing to her full height and gently nudging Y/N out of the way so she could open the door for them. The door gave way with little resistance, leading into a room that made both girls pause.

Bookshelves lined every wall, with rows of shelves covering most of the main floor. Vines crept in from the broken windows, claiming some of the shelves, but for the most part, the books looked shockingly well preserved. Crooked signs dangled from the ceiling, marking all the genres this little store used to sell.

Ellie stood gobsmacked in the doorway until Y/N guided her inside, immediately heading for a shelf for spectacularly intact fantasy novels. The top and bottom shelves were more or less molded, but the middle three were dry enough that she started rifling through the books to see if she could take any back.

Snapping out of her momentary shock, Ellie drifted past Y/N, scooting behind her with a light hand on her waist. Not that she noticed the way her friend tensed up or the heat that rushed up her neck. No, Ellie’s attention was completely captured by the science fiction shelf which included plastic-wrapped copies of Savage Starlight comics alongside plenty of novels. The softest little “holy shit” escaped her mouth as she picked out the volumes she didn’t have.

Y/N looked over, cracking a smile at the childlike wonder on Ellie’s face. It’d been too long since she’d last seen it. “Having fun there?”

Ellie snapped her head up, and the look she sent Y/N made her heart go so fucking weird she had to take a deep breath.

“I’ve never seen so many in-tact copies in one place. And all these books? It’s a fucking miracle…”

“Haven’t had this much luck with books since … never, I guess.” Y/N had squatted down next to Ellie, staring at the salvageable lower shelves. Looking down, Ellie flushed at their positions and pulled her eyes away from strong thighs and soft arms.

“We should bring the horses over, load ‘em up for the library.” Even though Ellie was definitely gonna snatch most of these comics and some of the sci-fi novels for herself, the smile she got from Y/N made her profusely grateful for her flash of charity.

“Good idea, but I am totally snatching some of these for myself,” She said, slinging her backpack off and returning to the fantasy shelf she started at. So maybe charity wasn’t top priority. Ellie laughed and followed suit, stuffing her backpack with five new volumes of Savage Starlight and a handful of novels.

By the time the girls had loaded up the horses with all the books they could safely carry, their arms felt like complete jelly. Once they’d both safely mounted Shimmer and Leaf, Y/N looked over at Ellie and sighed.

“Fuck, I am so excited to get back home and just read,” She smiled, trying not to focus on Ellie’s face being backlit by the sun, the slope of her nose, the soft curve of her cheek. Ellie turned to face her, the sun spreading out like a halo behind her.

“You could come over tonight, have a reading party?” She sounded so hopeful and so goddamn cute that Y/N had to stifle an adoring whine.

“Yeah, that’d be nice. I’ll even grab us some food from Maria’s.”

“Or I could cook for us? Contrary to popular belief I am allowed around a stove,” Ellie offered, leading them toward the path back to Jackson. She could’ve sworn she heard Y/N choke right after she said that, but it must’ve just been her imagination.

“Careful Ellie, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were asking me on the nerdiest date in the world.” Now it was Ellie’s turn to cough, turning her face to hide the blush.

After a deep, steadying breath, she managed to answer, “And what if I am?” Y/N’s pause made her heart nearly stop, but her response practically jumpstarted it.

“Then it’s a date,” She murmured, smiling at Ellie, “now, let’s get back to Jackson.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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