#bee this is us. me jumping cutely around you in love

[the-kr8tor]

Hie hie I love love your Hobie stories I was wondering if you could please could write something cute . So it’s about the twins asking their parents for a pet and they like seven but age is up to you and Hobie’s being all cheeky asking them if they would be good pet owners typical parent behaviour so they give them babydoll eyes to reader who can’t resist them and I guess the rest is up to you if that’s ok don’t wanna offend you in any way I love your work but if you can’t it’s no the end of the world thanks 😊

You didn't offend me dw dw! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, Mom! Reader, Dad! Hobie, Twin AU, Dad AU, Billie and Ramona AU, FLUFF.

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The girls gasp simultaneously, a cute reaction that would have you smiling sweetly and cooing at them but when you followed their line of sight, you almost audibly groaned.

In each hand you have their tiny palms in yours, Ramona jumps excitedly, eyes sparkling at the luminescent fishes on display in the window of the pet shop. While Billie screeches unabashedly, the sound gets the attention of the nearby people who are coming out of the grocery store. Her hands tugs you towards the store. You swear that they've gotten stronger even though they're only five years old.

“Mummy!” Billie yells at the top of her lungs, pink trainers scrapping on the rough pavement. “They have a puppy!”

“Okay, okay, don't drag mommy around like your doll.”

Hobie chuckles behind you, hands full of groceries. You stare at him with a pout, wordlessly calling for help. He raises both hands, plastic bags crinkling, shrugging.

With a quick glare, he changes course from the teasing. “Listen to mum, Bee. Mon, your shoes are untied, you're gonna trip.”

“‘m okay!” Mona says, ribbons falling off her pigtails from all the jumping. “Can we see the fishes?” You crouch down to tie her shoes, an impossible feat while Billie tries to coax you into going inside the store.

Billie's voice triumphs over Mona's. “The dogs, mum!”

You inhale, wrangling the twins in your arms. “We'll go inside, only if you promise me to behave. And what did dad tell you last time?”

“Don't put your fingers inside the cages.” They both speak at the same time with the same flat cadence.

“And?” Hobie continues for you.

“Don't tap at the aquariums.” They simultaneously say, “can we go now?” Now their twin telepathy has you giggling and almost creeped if not for their cute faces staring at you, waiting for a response.

You decide to tease, hands holding onto their overalls. “Hmm, what do you think, dad?”

Hobie fakes a huff. “Dunno, love, these bags are heavy.”

“Dad!” Billie exclaims, stomping her little foot.

“Please, daddy?” Mona has a different plan, she pouts at Hobie, eyes all big, staring up and pleading with him.

The second Hobie nodded, you're sure that you won't be able to say no to a pet this time. You're already running out of excuses as to why they can't have one. The girls run off, leaving you in the dust.

“I'll just bring these to the car—” Hobie starts.

“Nuh uh” you grab him by his sleeve. “I need backup, I know they're gonna ask again. ‘sides, you can handle the bags, right?” Hobie scrunches his face, a resemblance of both girls when you ask them to eat their veggies. “You're my big strong spider—”

“Fine!” He says before you could finish your teasing. “I am strong.” He murmurs, pecking your cheek before following the girls inside.

“You are so strong!” Ragging him on, you race after him, quickly reciprocating the kiss by smooching his cheek with a resounding smack.

Hobie's lips curl into a sly smile, eyes roaming around the shop for his gremlins. You loop your arm around his own, carefully not adding to the weight. Hand kneading softly at his skin. He grins wider from how you lovingly hold him close.

“Ooh!” Billie's voice acts as a beacon for you and Hobie to follow. You see them both crouched down, eyes big and curious at the lonesome angel fish swimming in the tank.

“She's so pretty!” Mona adds, you're wishing that you brought your camera with you to capture the moment.

Sure enough, when you peek at the aquarium, the cobalt scales of the angelfish has you mesmerized too. “She is gorgeous.”

Both girls turn towards you simultaneously, smile all toothy with a few missing teeth in between their milk teeth. You already know what they're about to ask.

“Please?” Mona starts.

“We'll take good care of her!” Billie finishes with the perfect puppy dog eyes that you know the girls got from Hobie.

“Angelfish is a bit hard to take care of for a first pet. Maybe we should start off with a goldfish?” Hobie joins in unexpectedly, smile identical to the twins. You sometimes think it's unfair that you carried them for nine grueling months only for the girls to end up looking almost exactly like their father. This day is one of those days, because you know you cannot say no to that face. You've even joked about it to Hobie, to which he always replies with a ‘maybe the next one will look like you more.’ When you're too flabbergasted to reply, Hobie brings the other bag of groceries to his other hand to hold yours and then to bring your knuckles to his lips. You've lost, again. “Ain't that right, love?”

You sigh, surrendering to the whims of your adorable yet menace of a family. “Only if they promise to take good care of the fish.” The girls gasp, Billie even embraces Mona like they've won the war. “And it has to be a goldfish, okay?”

The girls can't hold their excitement any longer, they shriek happily, bounding over towards the goldfish section. Hobie kisses your hand again, this time longer, you can feel his smug grin through it. You shake your head with a groan, but you still peck his hand back.

“Wait, girls!” Hobie suddenly calls for them back. They both come hopping over to you. Billie and Mona getting what they want has turned them more obedient. Or they're just biased because their dad finally convinced you to agree. They look up at you sweetly, they know the effect of their cuteness, probably because of uncle Ned who gives them whatever they want if they just look at him all adorable like. “What do you say? Especially to mum?”

“Thank you, mummy!” Mona hugs your leg, while Billie joins in a second later.

Billie looks up, “kiss?” She asks, pouting her lips. No DNA test needed, definitely Hobie's kid, like there was any doubt.

“Of course, baby.” With a quick smooch, she smiles gratefully.

“Thank you, mummy, love you.” She murmurs into the denim of your pants, she's bringing out her big guns for this fish.

“I love you too!” Ramona joins in, puckering her lips too. You give her the same amount of smooch. “Thank you, love you.”

“And I love you both.”

“Okay, stop hounding mum, go pick out your fish.” Hobie pats them both on their curly heads, then both girls give him a not so sly thumbs up.

Mona gestures for her dad to lean down, Hobie obliges. She whispers in his ear but she still doesn't understand the concept of whispering so her tone is as loud as her usual one. “A doggy next time, daddy.”

Billie pipes up, of course hearing the entire thing. “Or a kitten!” You can see from Hobie's face that he wants the monitor lizard in the corner to eat him up.

Your family has played you like a fiddle.

They walk away giggling, talking about what name they should give their fish. Hobie looks back at a glaring you. “I love you so much—”

“You’re cleaning the tank.”

[smooth-perceval]

“You got us matching pyjamas?!”

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Reader finds something she shouldn’t, nearly causing injury between her and Lando.

Warning: Fluff, swearing, Lando being cute. NO PROOF READ!!

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 376

A/N: sorry it’s short, late, messy- I have just been a busy,busy bee and I really do apologise!

“Lando Norris!! I love you!” Screaming and stomping my feet, I ran down the hallway sliding at the end and crashing into the nutcracker standing proudly at the end.

“Baby- careful… you’re going to ruin everything we done-” laughing a little he got up from the sofa making his way over to me, eyes raking my body for an injury’s.

“You got us matching pyjamas?!”Practically jumping on him I took us both over straight onto the floor.

“I- what?!” Wincing slightly he held me close before rolling us onto our side.

“You got us matching pyjamas?…” and now I felt somewhat stupid- was they for someone else?

“Baby… how did you find them-” frowning he sat up resting on his arm looking down at me.

“You left them on the bed? Was I supposed to not see them?” Reaching up o brushed his hair back out his eyes, finally resting it on his cheek.

“Fuck… I forgot to hide them again… I was sending Max a photo of them cause he didn’t believe me-” pouting he then rolled back onto his back sighing.

“I’m so stupid…” rubbing his face, the only thing I could do was laugh at him, myself rolling over now and kissing his face all over.

“Do you realise how adorable you are?”

“Nope- tell me again.” Smiling slightly he pulled me back down kissing my lips sweetly.

“I love to so much you do realise that right?”

“If you don’t remind me everyday I’d think otherwise.” Laughing he got up, helping me up soon after.

“Shall we get our pyjamas on and watch some Christmas films?”

Tilting my head slightly I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling myself up a little.

“I thought you were streaming tonight?” Humming he then shook his head. “The stream can be moved, that smile on your face shouldn’t.” Blushing a little I patted his chest. “You’re too cheesy, makes me want to throw up.” Laughing I ran back down the hallway to the bedroom.

Little did the world know Lando was in the lounge thanking the heavens above he was blessed with someone so perfect.

Someone he didn’t know two years ago, but prays that he will know them for the rest of his life.

[moralesluvr]

omg can i request one where you do the lipstick trend on tiktok with hobie?? i’m not rlly good at explaining things 😭 btw i love ur writing ❤️‍🔥

the lipstick challenge ft. hobie brown

♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x fem!black!reader ♡ summary: you do the lipstick trend from tiktok with your boyfriend! ♡ warnings: kissin', hobie acting a fool, him being a cutie ♡ a/n: thank you for your request! and tysm!! this was so cuteeee ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

"I'M NOT DOING THAT."

That was one of the first things that came out of Hobie's mouth when you begged him to do this challenge with you-- you even added a 'pretty please' on top and he still refused. You grabbed his hand as he walked away, trying to yank him back to you, "Please, baby? I don't see any harm in doin' it!"

Hobie gives you vex groan, walking to the kitchen to find something to drink. You skip behind him-- you really weren't taking no for an answer. Compromise could be given, of course-- you didn't even have to post it!

You stand behind your boyfriend as he scans the refrigerator to look for something to drink. You're so quiet that he nearly forgets you're there, and when he takes out a bottle of water and turns around, he almost jumps when he sees you. His face immediately hardens, "I literally just about laid a brick on myself, love, why are you jus' followin' so close behind me like that?"

"Because," you drag, pulling at his arms, "I want you to do the TikTok with me! C'mon, Bee, I don't even have to post it. It'll be so cute. Do it for your girlfriend, please?"

With the way that you're looking up at him with those sweet brown eyes, it's hard for him to even deny the fact that he feels bad for telling you no. He throws his head back for a second before saying, "Fine, but you cannot post it no matter what."

You squeal at him, grabbing his hand firmly and dragging him back to his bedroom, though it was practically shared between the two of you because of how much you're always at his place or in his bed. You grab one of your makeup bags and your phone as Hobie takes a spot on his comforter, wondering if he made the right decision to let you do this.

"Okay, so here's how this is gonna go," you grin, plopping next to him excitedly. You take out a red lipstick, "I'm gonna put this on my lips, and then I'm gonna kiss you on your face so that it leaves stains. And then I'll put it on and mess up on purpose, and then--"

"I'm not gonna lie," Hobie says, leaning back to rest on his arms, "I'm just a tad bit lost, love, so you're gonna kiss me first?"

"Let's just do one step at a time." You suggest, opening the TikTok app on your phone and setting it up on the dresser, ready to hit record. You then grab your lipstick and use the camera as your mirror, the silky red substance glossing your lips over flawlessly. You turn to Hobie, who nods, "Gorgeous."

"Mhm, now c'mere and let me kiss you."

You leaned closer to your boyfriend and grabbed his face, pressing a fat kiss directly on to his cheek. You hear him groan, but the way his lips are stretched ear to ear makes you think that he's not really disliking it as much as he portrays.

You give him a few more kisses before smiling at him, "Ready?"

He nods, and you quickly tell Hobie what he's supposed to do before grabbing your phone and starting the video. You slide the lipstick across your bottom lip, and then down your chin a little, frowning before you feel your boyfriend's ringed thumb wipe it away. You then pan the camera towards him, and he's smiling big, looking at you with loving eyes. You geek once the video ends, "That was so cute!"

You watch it a couple times over before settling on the fact that's it's honestly the best you're gonna get. Hobie stands to his feet, walking over to the door before pausing, "'M gonna go wash this off, I'll be back. And oh, do not post that!"

Shooing him off, you watch Hobie leave before you give a devilish smirk to your phone, staring at your new incoming notification.

gwenstacy & miles_morales4 have liked your video.

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[sweet1delusi0ns]

Naruto boys cute habits ──☆*:・ﾟ

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋, choji🍥,gaara⏳, kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

He has a new habit every other hour he collects them like Pokémon tbh. He has basically every cute habit you could find of, he taps his feet when he’s waiting, he scrunched his nose when he’s upset, he sticks his tongue out when he’s focusing, I mean it he has basically any habit you could think of. But you still find it very cute to observe his little habits~

He sometimes worry’s he’s doing to much so he went a whole day trying to hold back any habits he gained and if he couldn’t he would apologize to you, ofc you smothered him with kisses calling him a cutie patootie for his silly habits

Sasuke🗡️-*

You may not think it but he is always focus, how you ask? He snaps his fingers quietly to keep himself focused! You never understood why he randomly snapped around you, maybe he was trying to tease or mess with you? No he’s just making sure he doesn’t get distracted. What’s even more adorable is that he doesn’t need to snap his fingers if his doing something with you. You keep him focused!

“Why do You Never do your cute little finger snap thingy while we are on dates?” “W-well I only do it to keep me focused, I guess…I find it easier to focus on you more than anything else.” (I’m crying)

Kiba🐺-*

He bites things, and by things I mean you. Just randomly he will just bite you, kiss the mark then just carry on😭 his love language is physical touch but this isn’t so much language as it is a habit- he doesn’t go a single day without biting your arm or shoulder. He does it in the morning and when you both get back from work. It’s routine for him and honestly he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it sometimes

“DANM BOY THAT WAS AN AGGRESSIVE ONE-” “what?” “That bite! God are you trying to eat me?!” “I bit you..?” “…yes?” “Oh-….sorry babe” kisses mark

Shikamaru🀄️-*

We all know his little hand gesture he does when he is thinking and you thought that’s the only habit little shika has, until you started to pay close attention to him when he is winding down. You noticed that everytime he rests on the couch and close his eyes he slowly sways back and forth! He tried to calm himself by rocking slowly!

“You do that everytime dear, I could rock you yk!~” “what?” “You don’t notice it?” “No y/n… what?” “You rock yourself back and forth when your trying to relax~” “I WHAT?!” Turns out he didn’t even know he did that😭

Shino🪲-*

He hums a lot, but he doesn’t hum songs he just hums a tune and hold it there. You thought it was the strangest thing until you realized who he was, it’s the bug guy! He’s not humming he’s buzzing-

“Do you seriously just buzz like a bee?” “Well if you must know flower, I find it calming” “of course you do” “mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” “it’s kinda cute when you buzz” “what-“

Neji🎋-*

I dont know if you can call it a habit but he just reuses the same words over and over, it’s not because he can’t think of another word he just chooses to use the same word. For example he would call something “foolish” then use the word “foolish” to describe other things throughout the day even though he hasnt really used the word before

“Outrageous!!!” “32” “what? 32 what love?” “That’s the 32nd time you’ve used the word outrageous just today” “oh- do I really reuse words that much?” “Yeah but it’s fine pretty boy, it’s cutee” flustered Neji activated

Lee🥋-*

He also reuses words like Neji but the other habit he gained is jumping. If he’s in a line too long or waiting for you to get ready he will just start hopping in place, probably a way to keep himself patient and in check so he doesn’t get upset over waiting so long!

Bounce…bounce…bounce “what’s that noise honey?” “Meeeee” “well what are you doing?” “I’m Bouncing y/n-Chan!!” “Why…?” “Becauseeeee!” You just left it there, let him bounce!

Choji🍥-*

A little bite like Naruto he has many habits such as; he taps his knees when sitting patiently, he also makes popping noises with his mouth during awkward situations, and sometimes he even pinched his own cheeks (you taught him to love his cheeks so he really got that from you)

“Whatcha doinggg” “squishing my cheek…I never realized how soft they are” “and I never realized how handsome you are ~” he hides his face so fast

Gaara⏳-*

He likes fidgeting with his hands, sometimes he just starts counting on his fingers cuz he’s bored. The only thing he loves more is playing with your hands instead! He always found them so soft and delicate. He fiddles with your rings or just pulling on your fingers slightly

“Your so cute when you do that rose” he reaches down and kiss the back of your hand “thank you y/n. I find every part of you very interesting that is why I do this” awww

Kankuro🪆-*

He’s the kinda guy who’s really likes his hair so obviously he’s gunna play with his own hair sometimes unless you do it for him he learned how to braid and everything! One time you walked in on him with two pigtails in and you started crying!

“AWWW LOOK AT YOUUU!!” “StOOOP” “Aw i cant look at your cute pony tails!” “I like my hair ok is that such a crime!!”

[nouvxllev]

Absolutely love your work! And was ecstatic when I found out you also did Emma myers! And you write so well!! 🥹 I don’t know if you’ll be up to this, so don’t feel the need I know your probably a busy bee. But I wanted to know since you do Emma myers, if you’d be willing to to do a cc Walker aged up fic, maybe where cc is in college, and she’s in a relationship with reader (I absolutely loved your jealous Tara fic) but I was wondering if you could do cc, but make it a little more soft, and possessive? Like Cc is more afraid that reader will leave her? And just soft smut? (Sapphic of course) if not then I understand. I also wanted to know if once A good girls guide to murder comes out, will you be doing pop x reader? Because Emma is so cute as pip! ❤️❤️

would it kill you to look at me instead?

Pairing: CC Walker x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^ request!!

Words: 5k (i was not expecting that damn)

Warnings: soft smut, slight angst. actually idk if its cut out to be angst, possessive cc aaaaaaa, author forgot how to actually write good stories

a/n: thank you so so sooo much!!!! and i was absolutely in love with agggtm when i read the book (i even got the whole series on my bookshelf!) so ofc ill be doing a pip x reader soon. hope i got to your expectations, anon.

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"CC, what's up with you?"

Ava trailed after her, CC's shoes skittering along the hallway like some kind of menace, the slam of her door from her dorm was still echoing in Ava's ears.

Despite having just finished training five minutes ago, CC's steps were quick. Like they were avoiding any sort of conversation, she didn't even know why or where she was going.

"CC, please, you haven't even talked to me in a week!" Ava caught up to her, nearly tackling the girl to keep pace with her steps.

"Okay, what?" The blonde turned around abruptly, wind catching in her hair. She almost could roll her eyes if not for Ava being the sweetest being on this earth. "What, for fucks sake, what is so wrong with me?"

"That." She gestured using her pointer finger while the shorter girl pulled her lips into a thin line, "You keep snapping at everyone, and you've been staring daggers at the squad all week. It was mild at first, but now you look like you want to bury them in front of their families."

Ava leaned in further, squinting her eyes as she crosses her arms, "...Also you have these deep eyebags under your eyes."

CC's shoulder slumped, letting out an heavy sigh while her eyes closed. It burns, burns like fucking hell.

"I—"

Ava jumped forward, her eyes furrowing almost immediately, "Don't say because of exams since you're doing pretty good in terms of academics. You're even top in your classes."

"Well, fine. It's—"

"Don't say soccer too because I know your eyebags only come out of hiding when it's tournament or championship season."

"Okay, Wyatt—"

"Yale is like a million miles from us, CC. Also you don't even text Wyatt unless you need something."

"Well, I..." CC fidgeted under her, her head tilting left and right, "We've, my girlfriend have.... Have been fucking. Sex. Alot. Major, huge sex. Like, up and down, sideways, horizontally, transversally—"

"Alright, no," Ava pulled out her hand and stopped her, her other pinching the bridge of her nose, "Not in any universe would I want to hear about you and y/ns sex life."

CC chuckled, the only laugh she could ever muster. "Look, college's been kicking my ass lately and I'm just tired, really. Nothing to worry about." In all truth and oaths, she was.

She was tired.

For all the different reasons. Might even be petty ones.

So tired of hearing that one name—Clarissa Grey—coming out of your, admittedly so attractive, pretty mouth. She was a transferee yet she already caught your attention with a single 'hey, i'm new here, can you show me around?'

It had been five weekdays, not even counting weekends where Clarissa horribly clung onto you outside of school, of having your presence found nowhere but with that girl.

Normally, CC would spend every waking hour, if not for soccer, with you and you only. Clinging to your arms, holding your warm hands, tip-toeing to kiss your pretty lips she so adored, bringing you to the most expensive places you wanted, and most especially waking up with you in the early morning with your body sprawled atop hers.

It was bliss.

Was.

Now that CC was constantly being pulled to practice she couldn't spend as much time as she wanted with you. Meanwhile, Clarissa had you wrapped around her arms.

In short, Clarissa Grey is and will forever be a pain in the ass.

Clarissa—Insufferable, torturous, agonizing, intolerable, girlfriend-hogging—Grey.

She hated her.

Well, not hated. It's a strong word, a word she couldn't ever describe your, her forever beloved girlfriend, friends. Yet this girl got on her nerves more than ever.

And she's pretty sure this girl's been trying to get into your pants more than CC ever does after a rough game.

Clarissa was fine at first. CC wasn't those controlling partners who didn't allow their other to have friends; in fact, she was happy that you found a friend in the new transferee from across the world.

Now she felt like she was about to butcher the girl from mouth to anus if she ever so much as catching a wind of her presence of how she was constantly stealing you away from her.

CC took months just to muster a hi and introduce herself (through text mind you) and she didn't even check her phone for weeks after it. New girl did it in one damn day.

How could one even out-girlfriend a girlfriend of three years?

Now whenever it hits midnight and CC is finally in your arms all she could hear is:

"I'm so sorry baby, Clarissa made some plans for us."

"Sorry, CC. I have something to do with Clarissa on that date."

"Clarissa wanted to…"

"Baby, is it alright if Clarissa invited me to…"

"CC! Check it out, Clarissa just…

It's ridiculous and all CC could say was a simple yeah sure and a nod like she wasn't going to bash Clarissa's head in with a soccer ball.

She'd admit that even you get the end of the stick with her attention sometimes because of her first-class popularity that always seemed to stick around, but either way she felt really bad.

Jealousy was a stupid emotion which a stupid college girl, mind you, like her was stupidly experiencing. She was 19 experiencing her old 13 year old problems if she met you a bit more earlier. But who wouldn't get jealous?

She had the same interests as you, the same personality, likes the same movies as you, you both had an interest in whatever artist you were listening too.

She practically hung out with you everyday with how the both of you took the same classes and courses. The two of you were perfect on paper.

Clarissa wasn't some soccer-obssessed girl who doesn't spend her time in training for championships that you found yourself spending every second with her if CC wasn't around.

She has a great fashion sense without looking like whatever a 'teenybopper' is or someone dressed like Adam Sandlers.

She's probably great at cooking.

She kept her room impossibly clean as if it were brand new that you found impressive everytime she invited the both of you to her dorm.

She had this amazing ball of sunshine whenever she entered the room like it was a plague.

She probably followed what her mom told her to be when she gets into college.

She was pretty too. Her hair all shiny and she carried absolute grace and poise. Who wouldn't like her?

And that smile of hers? You found it nice. Charming, captivating. Even CC found it enchanting, it was all so surreal.

You liked her, most of all.

Shit.

Not that CC could ever doubt your loyalty to her; hell, she could invite every former crush and celebrity crush you had, and you wouldn't even bat a single eye towards them. You'd even try to desperately find the girl even if she wasn't in the room.

She doubted herself.

Who was she if not for you?

She just missed you. So much. It's killing her.

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"CC!" You yelled, a smile creeping up your lips as you watched her jog up the bleachers in her new shoes you bought for her as an anniversary gift, it was an understatement to say that she loved it.

You watched how her exhausted face broke into a slight smile that managed to never fail to make your heart grow a garden of flowers trying to mimic her beauty, her eyes lighting up by the mere sight of you.

When she finally reached you, she practically melted into your inviting embrace. You held her chose, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath, her exhaustion from practice matches slowly going away from being in the comfort of our arms.

You feel how her breaths gradually steadied, her heartbeat turned into its normal pace, her hands snaking up to your back while she buried her head into you, subtly peppering gentle kisses along your neck.

"Y/n..." She murmured, pulling her head away slightly and turning to the side.

Your arms stayed lingered around her waist, "Yeah, baby?"

She shook her head, eyebrows slightly knitting themselves as her gaze drifted at the seats as she inched closer to your ear, "Why... why is she here?" She squeezed your hand that was wrapped around her.

You followed her line of sight to where Clarissa sat on the bleachers right next to you, watching the players off to the side at her own time.

"Well, she wanted to come along with me," you explained with a shrug, "so I brought her here." A soft smile gracing your lips as you glanced at CC who didn't match your sunny expression.

"You guys done yet?" She looked up at the both of you, her voice was oddly monotone and disinterested. Unlike a few moments ago where she was clinging onto your arm while laughing.

You lowered your arms from CC's body as you sat beside Clarissa, gesturing to your girlfriend to slightly introduce her even if they already met a couple of times.

You didn't miss the way CC's face twisted into a grimace one as she crossed her arms, mumbling a slightly less than thrilled exclaim, "Fantastic."

"It is fine for me to cheer you on, right?" Clarissa smiled. Way too innocently at CC as if she wasn't just staring her down, the change in her tone didn't go unnoticed.

"Yeah. Yeah sure, whatever." CC replied, albeit the response came through gritted teeth as she picked up a waterbottle that sat beside you.

Clarissa smiled, laughed even, before leaning her head against you. "We have something to go after anyways, right y/n?" She looked up at you, innocent eyes that definitely didn't mimic yours as you stuttered out a response.

"We do? I didn't—"

"Okay, no, that's—!" CC's reaction was swift, immediately pulling you closer to her side, her hand having a firm grip on your arm as her voice rose in frustration yet faltered.

CC paused, seemingly collecting herself. You turned to her, confusion etched in your face, while Clarissa had a slight tug in her lips.

"That's... perfect. Amazing," she finally managed to say, letting go of her tight grip on you before standing up. "Sorry, I really have to go, I think they're calling for me. Enjoy whatever plans the both of you have."

You hear Clarissa giggle as you watch CC walk down the steps, her waterbottle discarded onto a nearby trashcan. It wasn't even half done. "Guess she doesn't like me, huh?"

A soft sigh escape your lips, your mood officially worried and concerned about CC before turning to Clarissa, "Yeah... Yeah, sorry, we have plans?"

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Nothing could be more worrying than allowing your girlfriend CC-can't-really-monitor-her-liquor-properly-Walker attend a night party held by her teammates as some sort of 'pre-celebration' before a game.

You were already deprived out of her presence, being that you always stuck with that new girl you couldn't really find time to hang out with your girlfriend no longer than 30 minutes.

Not to mention what happened a few hours ago.

You miss her so much its tearing you apart. Unfortunately you're the book definition of a people pleaser so you took the courage to show Clarissa around for a few weeks until she got comfortable with the setting.

Most of the times CC would invite you to come along with to parties. Rejection often means she would be clinging onto your back like a koala and making out with you until the words associated with your academics disappeared from your mind.

Now she just entered the dorm, gave you a single kiss without explanation, and a simple text minutes later just stating 'ill be at a party. see you midnight xx.'

That in itself made you worried. No normal breathing CC Walker would ever use perfect grammar or would her be's or you's spelled correctly without any missing letters.

So imagine your surprise when she arrived two hours before twelve. Wasted and slightly teary-eyed, her pretty eyes avoiding looking at your direction. It was an understatement that the sight broke your heart.

"CC?" You rushed to her side almost immediately, ignoring the concerns of the amount of tasks you had on your desk.

You were met with silence. "CC, baby, are you alright? Did something happen?" you asked softly, "love, hey, look at me." You reach out to steady her as she swayed on her feet more and more in her intoxicated state until she reached her bed.

She shrugged off your touch, feeling a nagging sting in your heart that burned a void inside of you. You watched as she mutter something unintelligible under her breath, gritting her teeth as she stared at the ground.

"CC, talk to me." You carefully sat with her against your bed, fetching her the water that has been sitting on your desk, tilting your head to get her attention.

Her head turned to you, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Her pretty eyes that you adored were almost teary-eyed, "Would it kill you to look at me instead, y/n?"

"CC..." you tilted your head, your eyebrows furrowing, "CC... what? What are you talking about?"

"Why are you always with her? Clarissa?" Her name almost felt like poison in her mouth, awaiting to be spit out in venom, "Why is she always with you when I'm not around? Why are you always looking at her even if I'm mere inches away from you?"

She shook her head before you could respond, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "It's dumb. I know you're allowed to spend time with your friends. And even more to her since she's new and everything. You could spend time with anyone and I wouldn't care but I—" She took a deep breath, "Every time I see you with her, it's like… like she's much more of a good girlfriend than me you know? Because she likes you. It's kind of clear."

You couldn't feel anything but that gruesome feeling that's eating you apart. You could feel your heart tearing your own self apart as she spoke more.

"She looks at you as if you're hers, y/n. Not to mention she's always touching you, calling you names, always going out of her way to be alone with you... I mean, she asked you out as a joke. Multiple times."

"CC I never thought…" You feel a lump forming in your throat, her words heavy on your heart that were surely more heavier on hers. "I'm sorry, CC."

You reached out to cup her cheek, her body turning to face you, your thumb gently wiping a stray tear that fell on her face. "I'm so sorry, CC. You're not losing me. You will never lose me," you whispered, "I care about you more than anything. More than I breathe. I'm so sorry I made you feel like you were losing me. You have my whole heart, my body, my very soul."

Her gaze softened slightly, you could see that familiar glint you always loved to look at when you locked eyes with her. You missed it. "Is that a promise?"

Gently, you brushed your fingers against her cheek, pressing delicate kisses to her soft skin. "Far more important than a promise. I'll keep it like an oath on my life."

You let your arms wrap around her, feeling her slumping against you, curling against herself between your arms like she was trying to drown all of her burdens for you. "I'm just afraid that you'll leave me. I'm sorry for blowing up on you. I'm sure Clarissa is great."

CC felt warm, comforting, a presence that made you feel like everything to her, how she always kept you grounded. "It's alright, CC. I've been there before, don't worry. And for the record, I'm kind of getting tired of showing her around. Just a slight bit. I'll try introducing her to some people."

CC smiled against your neck, "You don't have to ignore her completely, baby. It's fine. I think my insecurities just got the best of me."

She's as comforting as the day you met her. The comforting sense of love, how you'd wake yourself up everyday just to see her face. Even if your heart gives out, you'd work through turmoil for it to beat for her. Even if you're tired, you'd manage enough energy for her to enjoy life with you.

"I'll never let you doubt my love for you again. No one could ever replace what I'm feeling with you, no one could ever replace you. You're simply everything baby, everything that life never gave me and everything life never offered."

You press a tender kiss to her forehead before making your way to her lap, pulling her collar and capturing her lips in a soft yet deep kiss.

CC responded eagerly to your kiss, closing her eyes while she let her hands wrap around your waist as she parted her lips to invite yours in as her tongue slipped between them.

With a low groan of ecstasy, you welcomed her intrusion, your own tongue fighting with hers yet you surrendered almost immediately, every touch of her in on your body sent shivers down your spine, leaving you craving for more of her.

You could feel her hands sliding under your shirt, the simple warmth of her touch, how her fingers glided smoothly against your skin and trailing to your chest was like reassurance that you were wanted and loved by her, how you were only hers.

"Baby…" you managed to murmur between her assaulting kisses that only seemed to spur her on as you went limp on her body, "have I ever told you I love the way you talk..."

You couldn't help but grin at the soft chuckle that escaped her pretty lips at your words, her kisses only growing more fervent as CC pressed herself against you all while she looked up at you with those eyes, waiting for you.

"The way you smile…" you trailed off, tugging at her shirt, tracing your fingers along her jawline, "the way you get jealous, the way you get so competitive sometimes, the way you look so lovely every waking moment, it's intoxicating."

You kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips as you softly bit at her bottom lip, your voice turning husky and needy with desire, "Most importantly, I love the way you fuck me into your bed every night. You know no girl could drive me insane like what you're doing to me right now."

You didn't miss how CC's breath hitched at your words, how her eyes darkened with desire almost immediately as she pulled you by the collar of your shirt and flipped the both of you around. her hands roaming all over your body as she mumbled to her breath.

"I want you," she pleaded, "I need you, y/n, please." It wasn't a question, she needed this.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her close, feeling the heat of her body on top of yours as you mumbled a weak 'yes.'

CC took her time in showering you with the amount of kisses she wanted to give you, offering everything you needed with tenderness you never thought existed, the special attention that she always showed to you, worshipping every inch of your body.

She looked up at you, noticing the way your eyes closed, uncertain of whether it was out of pure bliss or discomfort. "Y/n, is this okay?", she asked softly, squeezing your hand that laid off to the side.

That was the thing about CC that you always adored, how she took the time to make sure you were comfortable in whatever she was doing. Whether she was rough or not, she was still so gentle with you, treating you as if you were porcelain about to break.

In the span of three years, her sweet and caring nature never faded no matter how much time you'll be spending time with her. She was the sweetest girl that only you knew.

You smiled at her, "Yes, CC, everything is okay. Just remind me of how much I'm yours to handle."

She nodded before returning to her usual, pulling up your shirt until it was completely off your body, "You're always so gorgeous…" She whispered against your skin, pressing her lips on your body, trailing down your chest. Each touch was gentle and tender, all just for you to feel cherished.

"I'm gonna take it off, okay, sweetheart?" CC murmured before she was lifting up your hips herself, her fingers sliding into your waistband and discarding your shorts and undergarments off to the side.

You gasped at the sudden cold air hitting your warmth as CC knelt below you to get the perfect view of your pretty pussy she so adored.

You suck a moan under her hot breath against your clit, her arms wrapping around your thighs to pull you in, "Baby, please…"

"I'll get there, pretty girl." CC whispered, taking soft licks of your juices, lapping them as she inched a little further into your warmth, groaning against you.

She looked up, watching how your body reacts with her each touch she had on you, whether she should follow your wants or what she needs to be satisfied.

She could see the flicker of pleasure in your eyes, the way your breath hitched, how you sound with every whine that elicited from your glossy lips, the way you try to cover your moans with your palm.

CC moved away, your needy whine didn't go unnoticed, her lips brushing against your wet clit before wrapping around the needy warmth and sucking gently, your body instinctively creating the perfect arch, your hips rolling into your face as you chased to get the most friction out of her mouth as she held you down by her arms.

But just as you felt nearing an orgasm, CC pulled away, only leaving you panting and wanting more.

She towered over you, spreading your legs as she leaned in closer, the sight of your juices on your lips turned you on even more.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me," she whispered, leaning in closer and planting soft kisses along your face as she waited for your answer.

"You… want you.. inside," you whispered, "want all of you, right now, please…" you moaned as the words spilled out of you in a desperate plea, discreetly rolling your hips against her thigh.

CC smiled down at you, her touch gentle and loving as her hands trailed down below to caress your soft skin before giving you what you wanted, while the other hand held up your head, showering you with praises after praises.

You kissed her back, feeling her fingers slowly inching towards your entrance that sent shivers down your spine. You tried to kiss her once again, trying to drown out your rather loud moans yet your efforts failed.

"Such a good girl, you're taking me so well..." CC praised you, smiling against your lips, "You're so pretty like this, baby. All just for me." She inserted all three fingers inside of you, stretching you out in the most delicious way possible.

"F-fuck! CC, please," you moaned, looking up at her as she looked right at you back, covering your mouth with only your palm. Getting caught having sex with your girlfriend at night in a literal college dorm wasn't in your applications at all.

CC, however, seemed unfazed as she panted, rolling and curling her fingers inside of your warm heat, always finding that one spot that had you seeing stars. "Are you close?" she asked, speeding up her pace.

You could only nod frantically in response, feeling a knot tightening in your stomach, "Yes, yeah, I'm close," you gasped, your body almost trembling in pleasure.

"You know, Clarissa is only a dorm away from us." She took hold of your wrists and held them high above your head, her grip still soft to touch, like she was still trying to take care of you. "You're going to scream my name. Not 'baby', not 'love', not Clarissa or whatever her name is. Not anyone."

Your eyes widened in surprise, your mouth opening to protest, but you were cut off before you could speak.

"I want everybody to hear that you're mine, especially her." She continued, her fingers pushing deep into you as you arched your back, "I want her to know how good I'm fucking you, how well you're taking every inch of me. Tell them what a good girl you are for me."

In your clouded haze, you desperately nodded with half-lidded eyes that stared back at her, your mouth half opened as she kept eliciting pathetic moans and whines from your lips.

"M' gonna cum, baby… CC, please," you whimpered, your voice strained and coming out in choked sobs, feeling the knot tightening deep inside of you. CC relentlessly pushed you closer to the edge, your back arching as she whispered praises after praises.

She released your arms from her grasp and you immediately wrap them around her neck, pulling her impossibly close to your body, her fingers thrusting deeper inside of your pussy while her thumb traced your clit in circles.

"Don't hold it, y/n. Cum for me, pretty girl, it's alright," she whispered as you brought her close to your neck, pressing one last kiss to your skin, satisfying everything inside of you with one last thrust.

You cum almost immediately after, "CC! F-fuck!" you moaned, making sure everyone can hear you. Your walls clenched around her fingers all while she still tried to pump them in and out of you, her hand slick with your cum that went nowhere but down her palm.

You wrap your legs around her waist, seeking support in her body as your own trembled in pleasure, your back arching as you gradually went down from your high, "M' all yours, CC! S-shit, you're fucking me so well!" you gasped, your words coming out in ragged breaths as you were brought to a back to back orgasm.

While you were coming down from your high, CC was already showering you with kisses all over your body, whispering sweet nothings, words of praises and adoration that automatically flowed on instinct from her lips, "I'm right here, y/n. God, you're so so so perfect."

When she felt your body begin to relax, going limp on CC, she gently withdrew from you, reaching out for a nearby stand to grab a pair of tissues. She wiped her fingers clean and gently cleaned the beads of sweat that formed on your forehead.

"You did so well, baby," she murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of you, pretty girl. I love you so much."

CC slid her arms under your body, lifting you up and placing you against the headboard, taking note of how your eyes were shut close and your breaths were slightly labored. "Y/n? Y/n, are you alright? Was I too much?"

You chuckled softly, opening your eyes to meet her gaze as she settled into your lap, her arms wrapping around you protectively. Like you'd run away and never return into her hold. Her eyes were too pretty, too full with love and care for you, almost as if you already died and went to heaven.

"You were too soft, actually." you laughed, leaning in to kiss her, tasting her natural lipgloss with the mix of your juices; an odd taste you'd say. "Is that what jealousy gets to CC Walker?"

"Definitely not," she replied almost immediately. "But seeing you with her makes me feel like I am. I needed to feel close to you, for you to feel close to me…" Her voice trailed off, her words faltering. She was always the one who talked alot about her feelings, yet it always seemed so distant and struggled.

"Well, you're not really mine mine since, of course, you don't really belong to anybody. Hell, even I don't own you and no one should think that! But you know I just—"

You reached up to cup her cheek as you cut her off, your thumb brushing lightly against her skin, a gentle smile playing on your lips.

"Oh, you know a girl batting her eyes at me won't change the way I feel about you. That's completely ridiculous," you reassured her. "You're always going to be my top 1. You have my birthday on your jersey for fuck sakes, who couldn't say no to that?"

Her lips curved into a smile, a relief expression is what you'd assume. "Guess you've brought up a solid argument," she laughed, leaning into your touch. "I'll run you a bath, okay?"

"I'll come with," you were already trying to stand up until CC pushed you back down.

"As... a trophy winner of an international soccer team, I suggest you lie back down. Maybe watch a couple of movies or two and let me do the taking care part." She leaned on your forehead and walked to the shower, already gathering your clothes and towel.

You sat up from the bed, a stupid smile across your face as you watched this girl do everything for you. Oh, the way she was so sweet for you was unbelievable. "Don't you need a degree for me to believe you?"

"Yeah!" She yelled across the room, "But I am your girlfriend and you believed me when I said I almost quit soccer because of a shoulder injury when in actuality it was my mom. So." She shrugged, already entering the shower and turning on the faucet before returning back to you.

"You're simply awful." You smiled as you watch her come back with a water and her laptop. "I love you." You say as you kiss her forehead.

"I love you too. So much." She smiled, "but one thing." She sat beside you, rising up a blanket to cover your naked body as she waited for the bathtub to fill. "You have to promise me that you'll keep your eyes on me. And me only."

"Still on Clarissa?"

"Unfortunately so."

You chuckle. "Then, I promise on my life that I'll keep my eyes only for CC Walker. And CC Walker only."

"Forever?"

"Forever and Always."

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a/n: this is longer than i anticipated it to be

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- Wasps

"Good morning love birds" Gabby shouts as Kelly and I exit out of his Mustang, my new epipens in hand as the one I have at the firehouse is now out of date

"Morning" I reply. Kelly places his arm around my shoulders as we enter the building "I'm going to let Boden know that I've got new epipens"

"Ok" Kelly leans down and kisses my lips before I make my way to Bodens office. I knock the door and boden nods to say come in

"Hey chief. Just wanted to let you know I have my new epipens. I managed to get enough for one to stay here and one to go on truck with me as well as having one at home"

"Fantastic. Just be sure you're carful, it's the season for wasps and bees"

"Of course. I'll take the old ones and get rid of them properly"

"Not a problem YN" I walk out of the office and replace my old epipen with the new ones.

I'm sat next to Cruz about to tuck into my lunch when the alarm goes off

Ambulance 61, Truck 81, Squad 3, multi car pile up I-55

I jump up from the lunch table

"Don't go anywhere" I point to my sandwich making Joe chuckle. We all get ourselves suited up and get into our trucks. When we arrive I jump out of the truck, a car is wrapped around a tree. I hear buzzing and look up, shit, there's a huge ass wasps nest hanging from the tree "err Lieutenant, kinda got a problem" I say out loud not taking my eyes off the nest

"What's the... oh. Chief YN is sitting this one out. Huge wasp nest, potential to get stung" Matt says into his radio "go sit in truck" I nod my head and sit in truck watching the others. Annoyed that I can't do much, but I would just make things worse if I get stung. Thankfully everyone involved was ok, just minor injury's.

We arrive back at the firehouse and I can't wait to eat my sandwich! I get out of the truck and strip before running to my sandwich. I hear Kelly chuckle behind me

"What I'm hungry?" I shrug

"Nothing, your just cute"

"I know" I reply. Kelly sits down next to me taking my other half of my sandwich "hey" he takes a bite of my sandwich "your lucky I love you"

"Love you too" Kelly smiles at me as the others all join us at the table

"Sorry to break this all up as sweet as this is, but there's a wasp flying around here" Otis tell us all

"Seriously? It's like they somehow know I have new epipens, $600 each" I sigh

"I'll try and kill it" Casey says getting up from his chair

"I guess I'll shut myself in a room" I sigh getting up. I then hear buzzing around me and the next thing I know is I feel a pinch "shit" my hand instinctively goes to my arm where the pinch happened

"Did you just get stung?" Kelly is standing up immediately

"Errm" I look at my arm and see a red spot "I think I may have been"

"Epipen?"

"It might not have been the wasp. I feel ok at the moment"

"I'll get it just in case" Brett gets up and walks over to the cabinet when I put one of the pen

"Got it" Casey says hitting it with a fly swat. Kelly hasn't taken his eyes off me. I start feeling a little off

"Kel. I'm not feeling so good"

"Brett!" Kelly shouts. I start feeling worse and worse as the seconds go by

"Here"

"Babe do you want to do it?" Kelly asks me. I shake my head now struggling to breathe. Kelly opens up the epipen cap and immediately puts the needle in my leg. I then can take in a breath

"YN we have to take you to Med" Brett says

"Yeah I know" I pout slowly standing up

"Hey woah steady. Let me carry you" I roll my eyes at Kelly who's scopes me up in his arms

"My knight in shining armour" I joke as he walks to the ambo with Brett and Borelli walking behind us. Kelly gets in the back with me and Brett

"I hate wasps" I frown crossing my arms pouting making Brett and Kelly laugh.

[lethby]

Crocheting a plushie for Bachira/Kurona ⍣ ೋ

When Bachira got home and heard you swipe lots of things out of the dining room's table, he skipped to your location with a mischievous grin.

"I'm home!" He yelled cheerfully at the top of his lungs as he abruptly emerged from the corner. The way you jumped was enough to make his grin larger.

You quickly turned to his direction with a pout, hoping it would hide your nervous sweat and the thing behind your back. Surprise to no one, it did not.

"You're home early" You tried to change the subject.

"What'd ya got there?" No use

"A smoothie"

"Well I'm kinda thirsty"

"Too bad I drank it all"

Your poor attempts were futile as the amused boy in front of you only chuckled and took various steps forward. This made you slowly stand up from your seat, seeing in his eyes what was coming. In a matter of seconds, one thing led to another and you were being chased around the house by your laughing boyfriend.

"Come on! Show me! Don't make me take it myself"

"I'd like to see you try!"

Of course, he took that as his personal challenge and leaped full speed, crashing into you and making you both fall on the conveniently placed couch. The impact of the crash landing and the weight of Bachira on top of you forced the air out of your lungs, while he still laughed joyfully. Somehow, you managed to keep the handmade plushie out of his view, which he whined about.

He then moved to plan b and started attacking you with everything he had, whether it'd be kisses over your your whole face, tickling you until you couldn't breathe or verbally persuading you. When you where exhausted and panting, you gave up.

"Ok you win! But take into account that you ruined your own surprise!" You complained breathless as you tucked the plushie in his hands before throwing your head back on the pillow.

It took him a few seconds before he processed the cute and chonky fluffy bee plush, his eyes glowing so much he could lighten the entire night. He looked at you as if you were the only thing in the world. In his world.

"You made this? For me?!"

You nodded and smiled widely at his enthusiasm. He looked like a kid who discovered a cool rock in the backyard. Strong arms then trapped you tightly and squished your body against his, not letting go of the present.

"I love it!" You giggled and remembered the process of making it, many bees sacrificed for the good.

"You didn't see the others"

"There's more?!"

You cackled a laugh and inevitably slipped out of his grasp, heading to your bedroom. When you came back, he had the stuffed bee safely placed on his lap, like his protected child. Before you could point it out, he squealed at the numerous deformed and half-finished attempts of bee on your arms. He took as many as he could and hugged them close, saying you were a family. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics while your eyes soften, thinking how much you love him.

He planted a deep, cheerful kiss on your lips as he held you close, feeling as light as ever. Prepare to sleep to the best cuddles of all this night, all the bee children watching you from a whole separate shelf he put up for them.

You were currently headed towards Kurona's house to celebrate his birthday with him, the crocheted shark looking back at you through the confines of the paper bag. The animal's resemblance to your boyfriend made you giggle.

"You look just like him. He's gonna love it" You publicly talked to yourself before you made your arrival to the destined house. You excitedly ringed the doorbell and didn't have to wait much before Kurona opened the door. He miraculously catched you as you threw yourself over him the moment he was in range, arms failing and draping along anything they could hold on.

"Ranze Ranze Ranze! Happy birthday!"

"Thank you, thank you"

You covered his face in little feather kisses, him gladly accepting them with soft hums and a slightly tighter embrace. You pulled away and looked into each other's eyes lovingly before you remembered the gift still in the bag. You jumped back and swiftly put it between the two of you, making Kurona blink in astonishment. He carefully took the bag by the handle and inspected it, taking it's contents out with one hand and discarding the bag with the other. You leaned back with a smile to get in his reaction better as his gaze travelled from the decently big stuffed shark and and to your eyes.

"Do you like it? I made it myself"

As your words sank in, he came back from his thoughts for a split a second before his mind wandered back again. The simple thought of you going out of your way to make it with your own hands made his heart swell and his entire being warm up. He glanced back at you and gave you the sincerest of smiles.

"It's amazing, Y/N"

He hugged you again, this time more deeply, making your insides melt as you hugged him back just as sweetly. You felt as he sank his head on the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as all the muscles in his body released any remaining tension.

"I'm glad" You whispered and kissed the side of his head, him nuzzling your skin while you giggled.

You silently stayed like that for some time. Arms around each other, hands gently caressing through hair and clothes and lips leaving soft kisses. The perfect spending of your quality time as the plush shark was squished between your bodies.

"Ranze, we still need to celebrate your birthday"

"Five more minutes"

"Come on, it's gonna get dark soon"

You only got a groan as a response, his hold on you reluctancy softening and the cold breeze hitting your front. He went to gently place the plushie on his bed like it was the most precious thing in the world.

You spent the rest of the day going out and having a good time together until night came and he dropped you at your place, heading back to his after gladly receiving his goodbye kiss. When he entered his bedroom, the sight of your gift made him smile, preparing to go to bed with you in mind all the time. He hugged the shark close and relished in its softness before drifting to sleep, his lips softly curving upwards. Later on, the shark would accompany him with every task and house chore while at night served as an amazing remedy to sleep when you weren't there, as if you were always by his side.

I'm back again after not posting anything for a month :P I suddenly got lots of inspiration to write and draw things to get me out of my art block so here I am

I didn't know if I wanted to write it about Bachira or Kurona so I said fuck it let's do both

I recently got back in a lot of fandoms like bsd, ace attorney, Danganronpa or genshin (Lyney's fault) so maybe I'll try something different.

Touch some grass, Lethby ༊*·˚

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

I'm so glad I found your account! You guys are very talented <33

I know canonically Mortdecai isn't, uh, amazing with kids but what if a Marigold members daughter started hanging around the building (like Ivy did when she was younger) and she reminded Mortdecai of one of his sisters (Esthers moodiness or Roses cheeriness)? I'd love some headcanons about the scenario^^

I wasn't going to write this until later but I absolutely had to jump ahead of schedule and write this because it nagged at my mind almost all week. You even started an AU for the other mods and I, anon. This little idea is so tasty and adfghfgferhrj

You are the biggest brain and I hope you don't mind that me and Iphiko (and maybe even Rory!) had a little taste of this drink ourselves first. Different bottle, don't worry, we haven't touched any of what's in your hand right now

Also thank you so much for your kind words! I'm really glad you guys are enjoying these things (as if the inbox flooding wasn't proof enough), it makes us Lackadaisy Moonshiners so happy and gives me an excuse to keep writing. You're all awesome!

At first, it almost stings. He still remembers Ivy, after all; her wandering around following Viktor or whoever caught her eye whenever she could. It was cute. Adorable, even.

But Mordecai seems to be the target of this little beast's attention. And no amount of waving her off, gently pushing her away with his foot or annoyed threats will get her to pick someone else.

The Savoys are enamored with the little bugger. Serafine started calling her "Bébé Couteau" (Baby Knife) after being allowed to teach her some knife tricks (why Asa let them put a knife in the hands of a kitten, Mordecai will never know) and Nico picked up the habit of startling the little girl by picking her up and spinning with her...Which slowly evolved into throwing her across the bloody bar into Serafine's arms after an accident that resulted in the kitten getting yeeted by a distracted Nico (apparently she loved it (and to Serafine's credit, she ran like Hell to catch her); so it's not exactly safe but it's okay??)

Several speakeasy attendees mistake her to be Mordecai's kitten since she's always hanging around him (and especially so if she's a Tuxedo cat). It probably doesn't help that he loudly objects to the twins throwing the kitten back and forth like a football and has even ripped her out of their arms once or twice

They also (correctly) assume that he calls the shots when it comes to her. If she's making trouble or is heading somewhere that she shouldn't be, someone has to work up the courage to tell that ferocious shadow of Asa's. It's him, the queen cat that looks like she's constantly considering stabbing you or the heartthrob at the bar vicious son of a bitch who always looks like he knows that he's better than you

It's an unspoken rule between the three that Mordecai's word is law when it comes to the kitten. He hates this and is sure that they just use this as another excuse to tease him.

Asa scares the Hell out of the poor little thing. He tried greeting her once and she burst into tears and ran to Mordecai so he could protect her. The twins thought this was hysterical: the kitten adores the ground Mordecai walks on, laughs at Serafine's threats and thinks Nico throwing her at a soft target as hard as he can is the bee's knees; but Asa Sweet-the big fat cat with the softest features out of all of them-scares the living daylights out of her.

Mordecai thinks the kitten has a good judge of character sometimes. If it wasn't for her love of the chaotic duo he'd say that out loud

They brought the kitten along to a "meeting" once when she were sick with a fever. She cried when Mordecai left the car and Serafine refused to leave until she was comforted or at least sleeping, so (after some arguing and sweet-talking) Mordecai went back for her. When he didn't leave the vehicle for a few minutes, the Savoys went on without him.

They came back to find him reading a book, the kitten snuggled up against his side and sound asleep tucked under his coat and arm. The soft look in Morde's eye told Nico that maybe this wasn't the time to be teasing him.

This didn't stop Serafine. Mordecai hasn't heard the end of that event. (Asa also gave him some Hell for leaving the twins to do the dirty work, but Serafine and Nico shut him down pretty quickly-they found whatever crate he wanted, no witnesses are around to tell the tale, the job was done just fine and the kitten needed him more than they did. Shut up, Mr. Sweet.)

Whoever's daughter the kitten is, they'd better learn to deal with Mordecai becoming her guardian angel of death. If she doesn't have a parent and just wandered in somehow, she's gonna end up with something better: an aunt that'll teach her to kill and how to stay strong, an uncle that'll toss her around like a hot potato and teach her to be fearless and another uncle that'll pretend to not care for her until someone looks at her the wrong way.

Mordecai, Serafine and Nico. Probably the worst-fitting cats to be any kind of parental figures, yet ones that will guard a mutually-adopted kitten until their final breaths-whether they'll admit to it or not.

[feralforfruit]

The Garden 🪴🐝

♡︎Go read the intro here♡︎

Pairings: Tangerine and Ladybug x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, lot of cursing, daddy kink ofc

Word Count: 2.8k words.

You wake up to a loud banging on your bedroom door. You groan and open your eyes in a squint from your rude awakening. You move your comforter to the side as you get up to walk to the doorknob. You untwist the lock before opening it to see Lemon freeze his 20th knock.

“Why in the fuck are you still sleeping? God damnit, luv, you really need an alarm or something,” he says shaking his head. “Lemon, what’s going on?” you ask with a sleepy voice, rubbing your eyes.

He begins, “I lost my dvd for season 3 of Thomas and was wondering if you’ve seen it anywhere?”

“Is that really why you came to my side of the house, banging at my door like you’re dying?” you ask with a confused frown.

“Well I obviously didn't come here to look at your cute little bumblebee pajamas.” He motions to your small black tank top, with an embroidered bee on the middle below your chest line, with tiny yellow bumblebee shorts to match. He smirks, “But I’m glad I did. Best thing I’ve seen all week, honestly.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. “No, I haven’t seen it. Have you checked your suitcase from the last job? You probably forgot it in there since you take fucking forever to unpack.”

Lemon eyes almost pop out of his head while he pratically jumps on you to engulf your face in a huge embrace. He peppers what seems like a million kisses on the top of your scalp due to your height difference before finally releasing you and sprinting towards his room. You shake your head with a smile before yelling, “Don’t run in the house!! The floors just got waxed!” You hear a thud from across the corridor that you can’t see with a “I’m okay!!” in the distance before he continues his search. 

You decide that since you’re already up, you should just head downstairs for some food. You grab your slides from the entrance of your bedroom before making your way to the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen island are Ladybug and Tangerine having some lunch. They both turn around to see who came into the room and immediately they both start smiling widely in surprise and whistling at the sight of your new pj's. You can’t help but laugh and blush at their ridiculous reaction to your new favorite investment. “Give us a twirl, darling!” Tangerine shouts and you follow his command with a blowing of a kiss. Ladybug grabs his heart dramatically swooning at your actions while Tangerine reaches out for your hand to pull you closer to them. “Oh, BB, is this what you’ve been spending your paychecks on? Those are adorable!” Ladybug says moving his hand to touch the loose fabric on the end of the shorts. “Damn, good quality, too. Might need to get some myself.” You giggle at his comments before saying, “Thank you, lovebug. I just had it delivered, yesterday.”

“Well, you need to get a shit ton more because if I don’t wake up every day to this, I’m going to be fucking pissed off.” Tangerine states while gawking at you, rubbing his mustache as looks at you up and down. Yuichi comes into the room with his head down on his phone. “Yuichi, look at BB!” Ladybug snaps causing him to look up swiftly and he smiles softly admiring how cute you look. He walks up to you and rubs your back up and down with one hand. “These new, Hachi?” he says staring at your figure. You bite your lip and nod before asking, “You like it?” He nods slowly, “I love it.” He pecks your temple gently and moves his hand back to his pockets. “I got to go now, Wataru is waiting for me to pick him up from school. I’ll be back, later.” He makes his way out the door. “Bye, Yuichi!” everyone yells before he closes the front door.

Tangerine grabs you by the waist and pulls you into the space between his legs. “What has our BB planned out for the day, hmm?” He asks while squeezing at the ends of your hips. “Well, I wanted to grab something to eat. You guys got us some takeout for lunch?” You peek at the marble behind them, seeing huge ‘THANK YOU’ bags laid out with styrofoam takeout containers opened with pasta inside. “Yeah, we decided to let you take a break from cooking today since it is our day off.” Ladybug says while bringing his hand up to your cheek to squeeze it lightly. “Wanted our Bumblebee to relax today.”

“My favorite alfredo pasta! Aww, thank you guys!” you say grabbing Tangerine’s face and pecking his cheek, then doing the same to Ladybug immediately after, in gratitude.

You move away from them to grab yourself a plate from the cupboard, serving yourself with a fork before eating it happily in the seat between them.

When you finished, you wiped your face with a napkin before getting up and placing the plate in the dishwasher. Tangerine got up to do the same and when he looked at your top, he paused you and motioned you towards him. “Oh, gorgeous, look what you did. Got a bit of sauce on ya. Let me help you.” He wraps his large hands around your hips and pulls you up in a free space on the counter. You squeal at his sudden actions.

“Tan, what are you doing?” You giggle but he shushes you. “Got to get it off before it stains, luv.” He says, keeping his eyes on you while he moves his head down. He brings his tongue out and slowly starts licking at the bit of your top that sits right above the most sensitive part of your breasts. Your breath starts to hitch as he tries sucking out at the spot. You can’t believe the pool that is already beginning to form in your panties even though he hasn’t touched the sensitive bud that is protruding so close to his mouth. He finally pulls away and clicks his tongue in disappointment. “Ladybug, have a look at this, will ya?” Tangerine says still keeping his eyes entirely on you.

Ladybug gets up and walks to your side of the kitchen island, now he too is staring at the stain. “Man, that is pretty bad.” Ladybug then brings his thumb up and rubs at the stain, causing you to shiver at his touch. “I reckon we need to take it off, don’t we?” Tangerine’s fingers ran along the waistline of the top. “Oh yeah, definitely. We need to get it washed before it gets any worse.” Ladybug says while nodding back as if he confirmed his diagnosis. Tangerine smirks, “You heard the man, luv?”

Oh, you know exactly what they’re trying to do and man they’re good. Tangerine starts hooking his fingers and pulling your top over your head, your bare tits falling gracefully. Tangerine winks and walks off to take it in the direction of the laundry room. You’re left alone with Ladybug who immediately starts moving your thighs apart and gripping them to his sides with your body now pressed against his. “Gotta cover you up somehow, BB?” He says with his iconic wide smile while pulling you off the counter with your arms and legs wrapped all around his upper half. “Where are you taking me, lovebug?” You whisper in his ear. He responds, “You’ll see.”

He walks silently for a minute before kicking a bedroom door open. He finally places you down gently with your back still away from the scenery. He closes the door leaving it open slightly. You turn around and gasp at the beautiful setup in front of you. Ladybug starts hugging you from behind while chuckling at your reaction. In front of you is a lovely display of a dimly lit chandelier with a room full of gorgeous red furniture with white rose petals surrounding the whole carpet. In the middle is a king-sized bed, with silk black sheets that are dying to be slept in. You’ve never seen this room before since you spend most of your time in The Hivemind. You didn’t think there could be a room so relaxing and sensual in your own home.

“We were planning hard on what to do on our day off.” Ladybug states softly in your ear. You smile and ask, “We?” Then you hear the door creak and close. “Yes, we, darling.” That accent coming closer is now facing you, moving closer with every slow step. He brings his hands to your cheeks. “Got to show our girl how much we appreciate her.” He says before his lips become one with yours in an instant.

Tangerine’s mustache gives the sweetest tickles all over your mouth as Ladybug starts kissing your neck. You feel the warm hands of Ladybug moving up towards your breasts, massaging them. His index finger on each hand rubbed each nipple making you moan into Tangerine’s delicious lips. Tangerine takes this opportunity to let his tongue slide into your mouth. Even with all this contact, your body begins whimpering, begging for more. Upon hearing this, Tangerine and Ladybug open their eyes to give each other a look and both start to pull away slowly. “C’mon, BB, let's get you comfortable.” Ladybug says as he lightly spanks you.

He and Tangerine begin to guide you towards the bed. You crawl onto the biggest bed you’ve ever been on in your life. You lay your head against the softest pillows with your legs slightly bent up. You watch as each of the men undress. You are drooling at every layer they shed and need to bite your thumb to keep you contained. After they are fully stripped, Tangerine arrives on your left side and Ladybug to your right. They begin touching your body softly as they get comfortable. Before you know it, they start kissing you passionately, each taking turns on your lips, your neck, and your breasts.

“You really like this, huh? You like being our good little whore, sweetheart?” Ladybug says with a heavy, rough voice you’ve never experienced from him before. You moan and nod into Tangerine’s lips while you squeeze your thighs together, trying to gain some relief from the building excitement. Tangerine pulls away and moves his hands down to your hips. He grabs both your underwear and shorts in one swift movement, throwing them across the room. He begins to hook your thighs into his arms and pulls you towards him, roughly. You squeal loudly in surprise at the sudden action. Tangerine parts your legs wide and begins to position himself to your entrance; rubbing up and down your pussy. Looking up at you he says, “God, you look so fucking sexy all spread out for us. You’re god damn dripping. You’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you? Fucking slut, you better be ready for me.” You nod eagerly, needy eyes staring deep into his.

He slides into you while groaning loudly, “Ugh so fucking tight, gotta give you a nice proper fuck now, don’t I?” He tightly grabs your hips, slamming his cock into you with a sheer force that has you moaning in a way that you can feel your own voice echoing back. Ladybug moves down to your tit and puts it in his mouth, sucking and flicking your nipple with his tongue. As he does so, his hand is moving down to your clit, rubbing circles exactly where you want it. “Yes! Oh, lovebug, that feels so good!” You throw your head back, experiencing a pleasure so heightened, that you can already feel your orgasm brewing at a pace that has never been achieved.

Tangerine begins to pound you faster in a perfect rhythm. “Oh fuck! Daddy, please don’t stop, just like that! YES!” you scream with heavy pants in between every word. “Fuck yeah, take my fucking cock. Beg for my cum, slut. I’m gonna spill it all inside, fucking beg for it!” he says while Ladybug spanks your clit. “Do as he says, my dear. You want to cum, too, don’t you? Do it.” Ladybug rubs your bud a bit faster which leads a huge O to appear on your face. “I’m so close! Please cum with me, daddy! Cum inside me, daddy!” you grip the sheets tightly to hold onto your climax a little more for him. His thrusts get rougher and rougher. “Ahhh fuckkkk!” His huge load begins to fill you up, but he is still hitting you with deep, hard thrusts. This sends you over the edge, giving you the biggest orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your life. All the sensations, leave your mind blank and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Ladybug kisses your cheeks and rubs your head softly, trying to calm down your shaking body.

Tangerine starts pulling out of you slowly, groaning at the release. “Holy shit, dunno how I even lasted up to now.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and looks up at Ladybug. “Well, you’re up now, mate.” He pats his friend’s shoulder before getting up and grabbing a cig with his lighter. “I’ll be on the balcony having a smoke, call me when your done, yeah?” He walks off with his sexy bare ass on full display. Ladybug smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry, BB, I’ll be a little more gentle. Just take a deep breath for me and enjoy.” He pecks your lips so sweetly. Your chest is still red and heaving from your last orgasm, but for some reason, you feel the knot that just went loose inside you begin to tangle again under his touch. Just the way he is looking at you have you spreading your legs wide for him, ready for his love. He positions himself, his face still hovering over yours, looking deep into your eyes. His mouth gapes slightly at the contact and your legs interlock around his hips causing him to bottom out on you. He somehow still stretches you out deliciously in this new position. He begins to thrust in a sensual and steady rhythm that makes you feel every pulse going through the both of you. With every intimate thrust, you both are moaning messes in each other’s ears. “So good for me, BB! So fucking good, oh god.” He moves his lips from your ears to your lips, kissing you passionately while moving his hips faster. Your whimpers are muffled by his tongue and you can feel yourself getting closer. Ladybug pulls away with a pant, “You think you’re ready for one more load, babygirl?” You nod, your foreheads pressing together. You grip his biceps to hang onto reality. “Yes, oh my love, please… Please give me your cum. I’m s-so close.” 

He grips onto the headboard and continues to thrust deeply into you. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna fucking blow right into you, baby! Holy shit!” He grunts as your hands move to his back, scratching at the surface. “Oh, fill me up, Daddy! Make me cum again, YES!” You moan loudly as your second orgasm washes over you along with his hot thrusts pumping you full of his cum. “Oh, fuck! Don’t. Spill. A. Fucking. Drop.” He says within his final deep thrusts. He pants and falls beside you on the bed. You both are taking a minute to catch your breath before he motions you to come closer for a cuddle. “Tangerine! Get your perky ass back here! It’s cuddle time, stop fucking up your lungs!” He shouts as Tangerine puts his cig out and walks back into the bed. “Mate, you’re gonna fuck up your lungs with how god damn loud you’re shoutin'.” He chuckles and cuddles up beside you and pecks your shoulder softly. “Not as bad as you though, luv, that’s for fucking sure.” You giggle weakly. “I love you guys.” You kiss each one of them sweetly on the lips. “Thank you for giving me the best day off ever.”

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

A/N: AHHHHHHH, you have no fucking idea how much fun it was to write this. I am literally shaking with excitement for you guys to read this and I am even more excited to keep this series going. The next part is already sorta planned out, but I won’t spill too much about it. All I’m saying is that… it's a mission. <3

[obetrolncocktails]

Ignition | Danny Wagner X f!Reader X Jake Kiszka | Part 7

Warnings: angst, sexual tension, lying, cheating, fluff, use of alcohol, drugs. IT'S JAKE'S TIME TO SHINE.

Word Count: 4,459

Summary: Ignition is beginning to take a sharp turn, and Y/n's stuck in the middle of a terribly difficult situation.

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“What?” You asked Danny, who kept looking at you with too much enthusiasm. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” You took a bite of your chocolate croissant, leaning over the table to get as few crumbs on your clothing as possible. 

“No reason,” he evaded the question, taking a swig of his cold brew. He licked his pointer finger and reached forward to press it to the croissant crumb that landed on your– well, Danny’s ribbed black t-shirt. You watched as he stuck it to his tongue. 

“No, something’s up,” you argued. “What is it?” You asked brightly, grinning. 

“Well, since you’re so cute, I think I’ll tell you,” he said finally, resting his elbows on the cafe table in front of him. “My friend, Madie, from high school is getting married next month, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me,” He looked up at you with a gentle sparkle in his eyes. “She would love you, you know. Plus, it’s back home in Frankenmuth. Also thought it would be cool to show you around. With it getting colder, it’s really beautiful this time of year.” You couldn’t stop smiling. You loved how he continued to throw in more reasons to appeal to you.

“I’d love to go!” You said excitedly. “Now I can see what all the hype is about. Maybe I’ll force you to go to Bronners for like what, the hundredth time?” 

Danny eyed you with amusement. “Probably thousandth.” he grinned, reaching for your hands. “But I’d walk through the store as many times as you like as long as I get to see that smile.” 

“You’re such a goob,” you told him with a wide smile. 

“You just caught me in a mushy moment, that’s all.” He smirked, standing up from his seat, reaching for the pastry wrappers on the table. “Gotta shed the rough and tumble exterior every now and then.”

“Liar. You’re so soft, Wagner.” You moved in to hug him from the side as he moved to toss away the garbage. “You’re the softest, sweetest biker I know.” You loved the way he looked down at you, his lips curling upward while his cheeks pinkened gently.

“Only for you,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss you on the top of your head. He’d driven the motorcycle today, surprising you at your front door with a helmet of your own, being sure to throw in a practical joke by placing a “passenger princess” sticker on the back of it. 

“Where next?” You asked, pulling the helmet over your head. 

“How much do you love Fall?” He asked, tugging his own helmet over his head, straightening it. 

“You know I love it. I literally just changed all of the decor at home and made you facetime me while doing it.” You watched the wrinkles form at the corners of his eyes as he smiled. 

“How about caramel apples, apple picking, apple cider donuts…?” He asked. “And pumpkin patches.” 

“What are you planning?” You asked him, poking his belly several times with the brightest smile on your face. He pulled you in, tilting his head down to look at you.

“How about a Fall festival?”

“What? It’s already time?” You said excitedly. “I’ve never been!” 

“Wanna go?” 

“Is that even a question? Get on the bike!” Danny chuckled softly before snapping the visor of his helmet down, obscuring his eyes. 

You watched as he stepped over the bike, straddling it. “Jump on, honeybee.” You wouldn’t admit it to him, but you adored the names he called you. 

Weeks ago, you’d noticed that a colony of bees had begun to nest under Danny’s front porch. It turned out that you knew far more about honeybees than you ever thought you did, and while you explained their habits and lifecycle to him, he stood leaning against his house grinning at you while beekeepers removed the bees and the biggest parts of the hive. “You’re my little honey bee,” he had said after a while, pulling you in for a soft kiss. He made you feel radiant; like no matter the weather, he’d be the sun on your skin, keeping you smiling every day. 

You hugged him close, feeling protected wrapped around him as he drove. The ride took a while, but you didn’t mind, busying yourself as you stared up at the passing trees, noticing how their colors have begun to change over the last two weeks. After a while, you felt his gloved fingertips interlacing with yours as you rested your head against his back.

Two weeks Later

“I probably won’t see you tonight,” Danny explained. “Dave’s show won’t be over until probably one, and then he asked me to help tear down.” You watched as he plucked his hoodie off of your couch, pulling over his head. “You sure you don’t wanna come?” He asked, grabbing his keys. 

You shook your head, taking a step toward him. “I just feel like being home tonight, baby.” You tilted your head up to him, waiting for him to kiss you. “Will you come here after you finish?” He leaned downward and kissed your lips softly before responding. 

“It might be really early in the morning,” he explained. “I know you have work.”

“I don’t care,” you shrugged, reaching for his hand. “Kiss me again. That first one was so good.” You watched the smile that you loved so much grow wider across his face. 

He leaned back down and kissed you several times, humming into every kiss, and just when he pulled away, you tugged him back down by the strings of his hoodie and stole one last hot kiss. “I’ll miss you.” 

“Don’t worry, Bee,” he said softly. “Keep the bed warm for me, ‘kay? I’ll be back before you know it.” You watched him leave, his corvette roaring down the street as he drove. 

You spent most of the evening lazing about on the sofa, letting your mind wander, but after a while, you realized that there was no hope when it came to combating boredom. You’d considered reaching out to friends, and while you knew you’d have fun, you felt a bolt of nervousness move through your body as you thought about Jake. You and him hadn’t spent time together in a long time, and, considering the conversation that you had with him at rehearsal, you figured you’d make things a bit easier by reaching out to him. 

Pulling out your phone, you selected his contact and pressed ‘call.’ You listened to the dial tone ring several times before he answered. 

“Hey Y/n,” he answered, his tone particularly bright and eager. 

“Hey. What are you up to?” You asked him, moving past awkward small talk. You listened as you heard the background noises of him moving around. 

“I’m at home debating if I want to drink or smoke myself into oblivion, if I’m being honest. It’s been a long ass day. What about you?” He asked. “Did you work today?”

You shook your head though he couldn’t see you. “No, but I work tomorrow. I’ve just been sitting around the house. Danny went to Dave’s show tonight, but I just didn’t feel like going out. I was wondering if you wanted to come over,” you finally said, feeling nervousness well in your gut. 

“You sure he’d be okay with that?” Jake asked carefully. 

“Yeah…we’re friends, right?” You asked slowly.

“Yeah–yeah we are,” Jake answered just as hesitantly. His tone sounded strange to you, but you dismissed it. 

 “Do you have prerolls?” You asked him. “It’s been forever since we’ve smoked, and honestly I could use it.”

“Is that even a question?” He asked with a soft chuckle. “I’ll be over in half an hour.” 

It was a relieving feeling to break at the walls that had grown between you and Jake. There was still so much tension between the two of you, but at the same time, you knew that he missed you just as much as you missed him, and you hoped that tonight would ease some of those uneasy feelings. 

Jake was late, of course, appearing at your door almost an hour later with a grocery bag in hand, a dark flannel shirt layered on top of a simple white t-shirt. “Howdy,” he said as he stepped into your house, holding a grocery bag. “I had a craving so I stopped at the store.” You watched as he pulled out two colorful, flat boxes out of the bag. “You remember these?” He asked. 

Your smile grew wide as you realized what they were. He’d picked up the pillsbury halloween cookies you loved, getting a box of each type–ghosts and jack-o-lanterns. “Oh my God!” You said with far too much excitement. “I fucking love these, holy shit!” 

“Jeez, if I knew you’d be that excited, I would have thrown in some more.” You looked at him and rolled your eyes. “I figured if we’d be smoking, we might as well have some snacks ready to go,” he grinned, walking into your kitchen and reaching into your cabinets to retrieve a sheet pan. 

“Make yourself at home,” you scoffed with a teasing grin. He turned over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at you. “You missed me, don’t lie.” You watched as he shut the cabinet door with his foot, and placed the pan on the sheet pan on the countertop. 

“I did,” you said genuinely. “It’s been a long time since we’ve just–” you fished for words. 

“Hung out?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

“Yeah, but at the same time– I don’t know, it’s weird.” 

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said gently, glancing at you. “Weed, cookies, and a scary movie. Simple as that, right?” 

You nodded, releasing a heavy sigh. “Exactly.” 

Fifteen minutes later, fresh cookies were ready, and Jake had already burned himself in the attempt to pry them from the sheet pan too early, eager to steal the first cookie for himself. “That’s what you get for being impatient!” You scolded him. 

“Oh trust me, I’m very patient,” he said, looking into your eyes with an expression you couldn't quite place. 

You were silent for a long moment, watching him wiggle a spatula pitifully underneath several of the cookies. You watched them crack down the middle, sticking to the pan. “Jake, you really suck at this,” you admitted with a smirk. 

“It’ll eat the same. Fuck it,” he said, shoveling broken cookie into his mouth. 

“You’re literally a psychopath,” you teased him, grimacing at the wad of cookies in his fist. 

“I’m your worst nightmare,” he smirked. “When have you known me to ever be a normal, functioning human?”

You shook your head, reaching for a cookie, testing it for warmth and structure before popping it into your mouth. “Come on,” You said with a full mouth, sliding the spatula underneath the cooling cookies, placing them on a cold plate. You stepped over to the refrigerator and retrieved a half-full bottle of wine. “Do you have a lighter?” You asked Jake over your shoulder as he followed you to your bedroom upstairs. 

He nodded.

It was an older house, and given its character, the largest window in your room opened over the slant of the roof, which allowed for ease of access. You and Jake had spent countless nights crawling through this window lying under the stars, usually accompanied with liquor, wine or weed. You remembered the many evenings where you and Jake had spent hours talking about everything and nothing at all. Your mind poked at the more vulnerable thoughts, and you considered why you’d never spoken to him about your feelings on that roof while drunk or high. At least your feelings would have been protected–at least until you sobered yourself again. You silenced the thoughts in your head, hoping that the substances would keep your mind from wandering back to the unanswered questions. 

Dusk was rolling in quickly, and to the west you could see the last dying, pale streaks of pink that began to vanish into the horizon. “I can’t tell you the last time I’ve been up here,” you told him as you stepped out of the window, moving to sit in your usual place tucked between the angled pitch of the roof where it created a gable over the house. Here, you could recline comfortably against the shingles and watch the sky. 

“May,” Jake said, coming to sit cross legged beside you. You watched as he fiddled with the bracelets on his wrists, his long hair falling into his face. 

“What?” You asked him. 

“May 14th,” he continued. “That’s when we were out here last.” 

“How do you remember that?” You eyed him, surprised and impressed at his memory. 

“Just a good memory,” he answered with a shrug. His gaze remained downturned, his tone sounding evasive. You dismissed his strange disposition and leaned back to watch the sky darken above. You heard him dig into his pockets, and as you looked over, you saw him pull out the first joint, placing it between his lips. Shielding it from the wind, you watched as his hand cupped over the joint as he lifted the lighter to the end. It had been just as long since you’d smoked, and honestly, you’d craved it for a while now. Of course, you could have gotten high on your own, but you never smoked by yourself. It had always been yours and Jake’s way of celebrating the end of a hellacious week, or a way to say good riddance to particularly awful days. Plus, he was the one that had initially pulled you into the bad habit of being the occasional stoner. 

You watched as he took a long drag from the joint, the cherry glowing bright red as the paper burned. He exhaled through his nose, an opaque wisp of white smoke looping into the air in front of him. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched it, pulling it from his lips and passed it over to you before leaning back on his elbows, shaking the hair from his face. 

The idea of his lips having touched the joint in your hand sent static coursing through your body even though you weren’t sure why you still felt this way. You thought you’d pushed the feelings away for long enough. You’d spent the last few months silently telling yourself that with enough time, the attraction would lessen, and this affliction would fade. It was becoming more and more apparent that you were terribly naive to believe Jake would cease to invade your thoughts. 

“What?” He asked, noting your hesitation as you looked down at the burning joint in your hand. 

“Oh, nothing,” you chuckled nervously, bringing it to your lips. You sucked on the end, breathing in the intoxicating essence, feeling the familiar burn in your lungs. You coughed as you took in the drag, unintentionally wasting the first moment of relaxation. You heard Jake’s laugh clang through your ears like church bells, and you couldn't help but grin too, curling forward to cough again. 

“Fuck,” you chuckled. “It’s been a while.” You took in another drag and willed yourself to hold in the smoke for a long moment, feeling your muscles relax and your mood lighten as you exhaled through your mouth in a long huff. You passed the joint back to him, watching silently as he took another puff on it. The thick, sulfurous odor hung low in the air, the headiness of the substance calming your senses as you leaned back against the roof, humming softly. 

“You always do that,” he said quietly, turning to you with an enthused grin. 

“Do what?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“Hum while getting high,” he smirked. “I always loved that about you.” You looked at him for a long moment before turning back to look up at the stars. The moment was awkward, but you let it float. 

“Loved?” You asked him, willing yourself to not look at him. “Why past tense?”

Jake cleared his throat before speaking. “I didn’t mean it that way, I just meant–” he began, turning to you, pulling his knees to his chest where he sat. “You know, it’s been a while,” he explained. You nodded as you took in what he said. 

“I don’t want to be past tense in your life,” you told him quietly, your filter dissolving quickly. 

“Trust me, you could never not be in my life,” he assured you. 

“You weren’t for almost two months, Jake.” You tilted your head and looked at him. “You still didn’t answer me when I asked you.”

His expression moved to that of confusion. “Answer you about what?” 

“Why did you let our relationship fall apart? Why was I the one who had to pick it all up again when I was the one that was hurting? You should have been there for me. You know you should have.” You paused for a moment as you looked up at the sky, sighing deeply. You reached for the bottle of wine that you brought and slugged down a long gulp, waiting for him to speak. He remained silent. 

“Why can’t you answer me, Jake?” You raised your voice slightly, anger pitching higher and higher. “Every time I practically beg you to give me an answer that isn’t half bullshit, you give me nothing.” You stood up, and he echoed your movement, standing up as well. 

“Y/n, relax–” 

“Don’t tell me to relax, Jake!” Anger began to boil out of you. “Answer me! Why can’t you just be honest with me?!” 

“Because I’m fucking in love with you!” His eyes grew wide with frustration, his hands flying out in front of him as he lost his composure. “Okay?!” Silence lingered in the air, the only noise supplied by the passing cars below, and faint police sirens going off deeper in the city. You felt the evening breeze kiss your face. 

“You told me–” you began, taking a step toward him.

“And I’ve regretted it ever since.” 

You looked at him, unsure of what to say or what to do, but you knew one thing for sure. Those seven words simultaneously catapulted you into the heavens and slammed you back into the earth. Your mind wandered between all possible choices that you could have and should have made, but your body decided before you could stop yourself. You reached for his hand, and he pulled you in closer. In a combination of inebriation and poor impulse control, you let yourself drift into his space. And there he was. One of his hands laced through your hair, cupping the curve of your cheek, his thumb resting softly against your cheek as he tilted your head upward, the other placed on the side of your face. 

He watched you for a long moment, and when you did not deny his touch, he closed the remaining distance and kissed you hard. His touch was intensely possessive as he devoured you, mind, body and soul. You pressed your body against him, images of the last two years with him spinning through your mind. Jake would have usually approached something like this with more care, but tonight, either the substances or his impatience had turned this into a desperate embrace, a physical embodiment of the words that were so difficult for him to admit. He wanted you, and he knew he couldn’t have you–not honestly. He left you breathless, heaving for more air and more of him, but before it could move any further, you pushed him back gently with your hand against his chest, placing your forehead against his as you regained your breath and composure. 

“We can’t–” you began. 

“I know,” Jake said, his tone thin and breathless. “I’m too late.”

You weren’t sure what to say to him, because though you knew that he could sense the deep attraction and desire you had for him, you were already spoken for. You were with Danny, and you didn’t see that changing any time soon. You had no choice but to nod in response to him. 

“You are.” You felt his fingertips looping through your hair, spinning pieces of it around his fingertips as he paused there in the embrace. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m so sorry.” He took a step backward, and when he did, you could see the deep sadness set in his eyes, his hands falling down to his sides. You nodded slowly, hugging your arms close to your body, still feeling the reminder of his lips on yours.

You knew that this would create yet another rift between you both, and though you dreaded tonight’s outcome, you weren’t going to let it end here. “I’ll–I’ll go,” he said, bending down to reach for the untouched plate of cookies. 

“Jake, no–” you reached out for him. “Stay. Please–,” you watched as his gaze moved to your hand on his arm. He looked at you for a long, agonizing moment before he offered you a thin smile. “Don’t leave.” 

“Okay–okay,” he said, and you could sense the hesitation in his tone. His eyes were dark with want and regret, but you ignored it, knowing that you’d moved too close to dangerous territory. You offered him the same smile, mostly to reassure yourself before bending to pick up the wine bottle and plate of cookies, heading inside first, and hearing him follow close behind. 

“Please don’t say anything about–you know,” you pleaded with him as you landed at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Who exactly would I tell?” He asked, his eyes twinkling brightly for a split second. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t know, you’ve got two brothers who are possibly the nosiest people I’ve ever met,” you teased. “Just please. Danny can’t know.” 

Jake stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jeans and nodded. “Our secret.” 

Secret.

The word twisted through your ears like barbed wire– sharp and painful. You nodded. 

“Can we just–watch a movie or something?” You asked him. It was getting late, and with Danny away, you really didn’t want to be alone. You’d gotten so used to switching between staying at Danny’s and him staying with you, that staying alone left you feeling unsettled. 

“Of course!” Jake said, practically vaulting over the couch, reaching for the remote. “Are you feeling in a spooky mood?” He asked brightly. 

“I’m in the mood for a stupid scary movie. You know, like the ones where the blonde with big tits gets killed first?” You grinned wider as his lips curled upward with amusement.

“How about Scream?” He suggested. “That’s a classic.” 

“If you can find it on the TV, sure.” You came to sit on the opposite end of the couch, reaching for the same bottle of wine from earlier and tilted it back, slugging down the sweet liquid. 

“Ah! Here we go!” He selected the movie and pressed play. You and Jake had watched plenty of movies before, and when you had become bored of the movie you were watching, you’d let your mind wander to different scenarios of what a life with him might look like. Now, watching this movie, you tried to force yourself to focus on the storyline. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Jake, who sat faced forward, picking at his jeans. 

Then, inevitably, your mind slipped from the movie, creating a new one in your head, painting different futures with both Jake and Danny and then comparing them to one another. Eventually, after you’d done enough of this, you felt your eyelids becoming heavier and heavier until you fell into the arms of sleep.

Jake’s POV

I feel her warmth against my skin as she sleeps, her head resting against my shoulder as she shifts in her sleep. I finish the movie while she sleeps, not because I am interested in the story, but because I want to have an excuse to enjoy her closeness for as long as possible before we have to return to reality. I change the program on the TV to something uninteresting, turning the volume down enough to fall asleep while hearing the aimless chatter. I ache for more of her, but relish in the closeness that we currently have here on this couch. I fall asleep with the memory of her lips on mine. 

***

“What are you doing here?” You heard as Danny spooked you awake. From where you lay, you couldn’t see him because you were wrapped around Jake, one arm under his body, your legs wrapped around him. You quickly crawled off of him as Jake stirred. 

“Wha-?” Jake asked sleepily, squinting his eyes up from the couch as he moved to right himself. 

“What are you doing here?” Danny asked again, his tone almost accusatory. You didn’t like the way his eyes roamed over Jake’s body, and even more so, the way he looked at you left you feeling hollow, as if caught in the act. 

“We were watching movies and fell asleep,” you said quietly, standing up from the couch. “We lost track of time.” 

“You’re not even dressed, Y/n. Don’t you have work?” Danny asked, his tone slicing through any chance at you having a good morning. 

“What time is it?” You asked, reaching for your phone, which was dead. 

“It’s seven,” he answered, crossing his arms across his chest. “Don’t you have to work at eight?” You nodded sleepily and stretched. 

“What are you doing here, babe?” You asked him. “You didn’t show up after the show.” 

“It was so late, and it just made more sense to crash with Dave. I texted you, but you didn’t answer. I brought your favorite breakfast. I figured we’d eat and then you could go to work, but now I don’t think we have time.”

“I’m just gonna head out,” Jake said, ruffling his messy hair with his fingertips. 

“Good idea,” Danny said frankly, narrowing his eyes at him. Jake didn’t look away from Danny, only returned his gaze with equal intensity. 

As he left, Jake offered you a sheepish goodbye, and you watched him walk out of the front door without looking back. 

“What was that, Danny?” You asked him wide eyed.

“Do you have something to tell me?” His eyes were dark with jealousy. 

“I don’t. Is there a problem?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“Here.” Danny handed you the bag he’d been holding. It was from Carlotta’s, one of your favorite breakfast places. 

“Nothing happened,” you lied. Something did happen, just not what Danny thought. 

“Okay,” he said, though you knew very well that it wasn’t.

End of Part 7.

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[mimisempai]

Smitten

Summary

Muriel hears Maggie and Nina say about Aziraphale and Crowley that they are so smitten, but the only meaning of smitten the angel knows is "to be beaten badly." So with the help of the two women, Muriel learns the other meaning of this word and realizes just how smitten the angel and demon are.

Notes

When Gabriel smites you, you've been... 

- Smiter? Smote?

- Smitten. 

On Ao3

Rating G -  1613 words

"So, yesterday, Crowley and I went to the park, and Crowley - don't say I told you - had brought frozen peas, as he always does, because, as he keeps saying, they love them, and it's good for them. And much to our surprise, there were some adorable ducklings. And what's even more adorable is that when we left, one of the ducklings started following Crowley."

Nina, who had been waiting for Aziraphale to finish his story, inquired, "With the 6 shots of espresso, would you like something else?"

Aziraphale cheerfully replied, "Two cinnamon rolls." 

Maggie asked, "The duckling, how long did it follow?"

Aziraphale, delighted to be able to continue his story, replied, "It took Crowley to carry it and bring it back to his family. Aziraphale leaned over and whispered, "He acted like a real mother hen. A-do-ra-ble!”

"So cute," Maggie exclaimed as Nina made gagging noises.

She handed him his order and Aziraphale paid before leaving the coffeeshop.

Nina sighed, and Maggie said as she watched him leave, "It's really sweet how smitten he is."

Nina replied, "To be honest, I don't know who's more smitten than the other, because even though he shows it in different ways, Mr. 6 shots of espresso is just as smitten."

"Ahem...sorry to bother you, but..."

Both women turned to Muriel, who had approached, and Maggie said gently, "Muriel, you're not bothering us, come on. What can we do for you?"

Muriel, their eternal notebook and pencil in hand, asked, "Well, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, and I don't quite understand the use of the word 'smitten.' The only meaning I know is to be struck suddenly or violently, especially with the hand or an instrument held in the hand. So..."

The two women looked at each other with amused smiles before Maggie replied, "As far as Aziraphale and Crowley are concerned, it means that they are so in love with each other that they only see each other, that each is the center of the other's world, that they only talk about each other, like Aziraphale just did."

Muriel nodded and replied, "Yesterday Crowley was spying on Aziraphale between books and asked me if I didn't think he had an even more adorable smile than usual, does that mean he's 'smitten' too?"

Maggie nodded vigorously as Nina rubbed her hands and said, "I knew it, he's just as tender-hearted as the other one. Muriel, my darling little bee, I'm going to offer you the best hot chocolate you've ever had and you're going to tell me about all the times you think are good examples of the word 'smitten'.”

If there was one thing Muriel had enjoyed since discovering the taste, it was hot chocolate, so they had no intention of refusing Nina's offer.

They nodded and a few moments later the three of them were sitting around a table, Nina with a coffee, Maggie with herbal tea and Muriel with a large cup of hot chocolate.

Muriel thought for a moment, frowned, and said, "Besides talking about each other like that, what could be considered behavior that would show they are smitten?"

Maggie replied, "For example, two people not being able to be in the same room without being close to each other."

Muriel gasped and asked, "Is it possible to be smitten before they're even, uh... together? Because the first time I met them, in Aziraphale's bookshop..."

"This is ridiculous!"

Muriel jumped back in their chair, still not knowing what to do with the cupperty in their hands. 

The person who had just entered continued, "Why don't you just go by train? You love trains."

He went to put some green plants in a corner and when he turned around, he saw them and asked, " Who's this now?"

The angel replied gently, " This is a human police officer who's just popped in to have a quick look at a cup of tea."

Muriel leaned back in this chair and said in a voice they wanted to be sure of, "'Ello, 'ello, 'ello."

The red-haired man smiled at them, but Muriel saw at once that it wasn't the same smile as the angel's, as he addressed them, "Tell me, Constable..."

Muriel corrected him, "Inspector."

The angel said quietly, "Oh... you know, you are dressed as a constable." 

The red-haired man approached the angel and rested his arm on the back of his chair as Muriel replied, "Inspector Constable! That's my name."

As he sat on the arm of the angel's chair and leaned shamelessly against his shoulder, the red-haired man replied, "Of course it is," before chuckling and adding, "First visit to Earth, is it, by any chance?"

Muriel, disturbed by the proximity of the two people in front of them, spontaneously replied without paying attention, "Yes! It's amazing, isn't it? Just the..."

They stopped just in time.

"Anyway, since I've been here, I've noticed that this is pretty standard behavior with them. When Aziraphale sits down at the table and Crowley sits next to him, he automatically pulls out the chair to sit closer to him. There's plenty of room on the sofa, and yet they're always crowded together when it's just the two of them..."

"Oh, that's just it, Muriel," MAggie replied.

This time it was Nina who intervened, "It's also when one or both people can't keep their hands to themselves."

"Oh!" exclaimed Muriel, "that's Aziraphale! Every time Crowley is near him, he's always touching him, taking his hand, putting his hand on his shoulder..."

Maggie interjected ecstatically, "Aw, that's adorable."

Muriel continued, "He really can't help himself, one day..."

When Aziraphale returned from Maggie's with new records, Muriel motioned for him to be quiet and pointed to Crowley, who had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Aziraphale nodded, entrusted the records to them, and whispered, "Can you put them with the others and check the record box?" 

Muriel obeyed, but from where they stood they could see the sofa and couldn't help but watch with curiosity.

Aziraphale grabbed the blanket and covered the demon before crouching down in front of him.

Muriel saw him reach out to the red head, as if to stroke its hair, but he pulled his hand back just before touching it, made the gesture several times in a row, then suddenly, as if losing or winning a battle with himself, he gently stroked the sleeping demon's head.

Hesitantly at first, then more confidently when he saw that the sleeping demon leaned its head into the angel's hand.

So he continued, and even from where they stood, Muriel could see the sleeping demon's smiling face, and also the adoring expression on the angel's face.

Maggie, beaming after Muriel's story, said with a smile, "That's the perfect example. So adorable. Being smitten, it's full of little things like that, you know, a special smile for each other, sometimes you feel like they're in their own bubbles, or their expression changes when the other one enters the room."

Muriel nodded, finished their mugs of chocolate and asked, looking innocent, "Does that mean you two are smitten, too?" Maggie's eyes lit up as Muriel continued, "Because Nina's expression changes every time you walk into the coffee shop, Maggie."

Maggie raised an eyebrow and turned to Nina, "Really?"

Nina decided to ignore her and replied to Muriel, "I think you know enough about that word now. And your cup is empty."

Muriel laughed softly, because they were getting used to the two women who reminded them of Aziraphale and Crowley, with Nina sometimes being as grumpy as Crowley. 

Maggie got up as Muriel did. 

"Let's go home together, Muriel, maybe you can tell me about the times you think Nina is 'smitten.'"

Nina exclaimed, "Maggie!" 

Maggie laughed as she and Muriel quietly left the coffee shop.

Across the street, in the bookshop, indifferent to the gossip of which they had just been the center, Aziraphale and Crowley sat side by side on the sofa, the demon enjoying his coffee and the angel his cinnamon rolls.

Crowley, amused, looked at him and asked, "Isn't that cannibalism?"

Aziraphale stopped eating and looked at him, confused, "What?"

Crowley's smile widened as he replied, "Well, it's like you are eating yourself..."

Aziraphale's eyes widened as he muttered, "Don't talk nonsense."

Crowley retorted, "Angel, everyone knows you're a real cinnamon roll." 

Aziraphale waved the cinnamon roll in front of him and replied, "You're being silly… again."

"Whatever, angel. Give me a bite, please"

He opened his mouth, waiting until the angel brought the pastry to his mouth. Crowley took a mouthful, munched on it, and said mischievously, "It's really sweet. But I need to check something..."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the angel's in a light, tender kiss before pulling away and saying, "...that's what I thought, you're much sweeter."

"Crowley!" Aziraphale exclaimed with a slight blush in his cheeks.  However, the embarrassment did not stop him from finishing his cinnamon roll under the demon's amused gaze.

Not to be outdone, after swallowing the last bite, the angel murmured, "You're lucky I love you."

That made Crowley nearly choke on his last sip of coffee, and now Aziraphale wasn't the only one with slightly rosy cheeks. 

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before they began to laugh, mocking themselves.

Then, when the laughter died down, Crowley cupped the angel's face between his hands and captured his lips in a sweet, coffee and cinnamon-flavored kiss. 

Had Muriel entered at that moment and caught the demon's gaze on the angel just before their lips met, the word "smitten" would no longer have been a mystery to them.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

[stardust948]

Frenemies AU

[Building a giant flower parade float]

Ozai: Why are we putting up with this again?

Kya: Poppy won the spin game, so she gets to choose the float.

Ozai:

Ursa: We're going to be on T.V.

Ozai: Oh yeah.

*Poppy walks in with Hakoda and Bato wearing bee costumes*

Poppy: Ta-dah! Since the float's garden theme, I made the costumes cute little bugs!

Hakoda and Bato: -_-

Ozai, mockingly: Aww you two look adorable!

Hakoda: You do realize that she wants us all to where these.

Ozai, to Poppy: I'll pop your head like a zit.

Poppy: *squeaks*

___

[After the float is finished]

Poppy, giggling: Yay! Flower power! Woo-hoo!

Ozai: Poppy.

Poppy: *still cheering*

Ozai: Poppy. Poppy. Poppy-

Ozai: YOU'RE KILLING ME!

Hakoda: Time?

Kya: 1:27 am

Hakoda: We better get going.

Ursa: Why? Check in isn't until 7.

Bato: The parade is in Little Omashu and this thing goes 4 miles per hour. If we leave now we'll just barely make it.

Hakoda: Alright people! Into the flower!

Hakoda: Oh, here are the keys.

Bumi: Oh no. I can't drive with you kids in there. My liscense is semi-suspended.

Ursa: What happened?

Bumi: Well see, I was driving through Ba Sing Se with these people I met at the circus and-

Hakoda: We'll let Bato drive.

Ursa: Circus people?

Bumi: One woman had an extra finger on her-

Hakoda: Let's not talk about it!

___

Hakoda: Which tunnel are we in?

Bato: Well it's not the Secret Tunnel.

Poppy: I love that song! Secret-

Ozai: NO!

*loud sound*

Ursa: What was that?!

Bato: I think we have a flat tire.

Everyone: *groans*

Bumi, goes out to investigate: Yes that is indeed a flat tire.

Kya: Do we have a spare?

Hakoda: We don't even have a trunk.

Kya: Hey let's ask those guys for help. HEY YOU!

[Group of rough looking men walk up]

Hakoda: Yeah maybe they... can help us...

Men: *pull out weapons*

Hakoda, grabbing Kya's hand: Get in the flower!!!

Bumi: Right behind you!

___

Hakoda, calling the police: We're in Bai tunnel. Hello? They hung up!

Bato: Man, nobody's gonna come to this tunnel at night.

Kya: Hey the Painted Lady would!

Ozai: Do you have Painted Lady's number?!

Kya: No...

Ozai: Then how are we gonna call her?!

Kya, disappointed: We're not.

Ozai: I know we're not!!!

Bumi: There's a 24/7 gas station not to far from here. I'll go get help.

___

Bumi: Oh officers! I'm so glad I found you!

Police: What seems to be the problem?

Bumi: I was riding with children in a giant flower to the parade parade.

Police: Uh huh...

Bumi: Next thing I know, the tire went pppffftttt! Then these thugs roughed up the flower a bit and Kya wanted to call Painted Lady but alas we don't have her number so I escaped to find help and why are you taking out your handcuffs?

Police, arresting him: Get in the car!

Bumi, struggling: No you don't understand! Those children are dressed up like bees! Help! Help me! Freedom!!!

___

Poppy: Where is Bumi? He should have been back by now.

Ursa, looking at Ozai and Hakoda: Well we have two guys here in this flower. I think they should go for help.

The boys: !!!

Bato: Excuse me?!

Ursa: You're the only one who can drive the float which leaves you two.

Ursa, taunting: Unless you're scared.

Ozai: Of going out dressed like this? Yes!

Hakoda: They'll eat us alive!

Kya: I'll go.

Hakoda: No! Fine, we'll go.

*Goes outside*

Hakoda and Ozai: *standing around trying to look tough*

Ozai: Oh good they're gone. I mean they had better been or else!

Hakoda: Yeah! We can handle-

*Glass shatter*

Hakoda and Ozai: *take off running*

___

[Returning to the float bruised and battered]

Ozai, banging on the door: It's us! Open up quick!

Ursa, letting them in: What happened?!

Ozai: We got jumped by like 6 guys!

Hakoda: I swear one of them was wearing Bumi's hat!

Poppy: No not the peacock one! That was my favorite.

Hakoda: Where's Kya?!

Bato, pointing to the blankets: She's asleep.

Ozai: How in Agni's name are you asleep during a time like this?! *removes blanket revealing pillows*

Everyone: !!!

*knocks on the door*

Kya: Guys it's Kya. I got help!

Hakoda: Where were you?!

*Sees Painted Lady standing beside her*

Everyone: ???

Kya: Ta-dah!

Painted Lady: Hello! I was on my way back from a comic convention when Kya flagged me down.

Kya, smugly to Ozai: And I got her number.

Ozai: ಠ_ಠ

*after fixing the tire*

Kya: Want to come to the parade parade with us?

Painted Lady: Sure!

Ursa: Alright let's go!

*Drives off in the float*

Bumi, running from the police: Wait!!!

[sharenadraculea]

so since you‘re offering: imperium secundus. Scene drops off before sang agrees to become emperor and jump straight to the proclamation. Any chance you wanna write him making the decision and what follows in private with them? Lion and Rob swearing fealty to their Emperor (and staying on their knees for a different reason if you feel like nsfw). Or even showing a snippet of how their relationship changed post coronation or just why Lion of all people was willing to crown Sang and only Sang. There must be a story there

i‘d love it if you went for it. No hard feelings if you don’t though, its your time after all

love allyria/lieara

I finally got around to writing more prompts! I hope you‘ll forgive the wait! I was in the mood for something cute and fluffy

The Best of Us

„Why?“ Sanguinius asks quietly, pressing his nose against the nape of Lion‘s neck.

„I allready told you.“ He squeezes the angels hand. „You are the best of us.“

Sanguinius sighs, closing his eyes and snuggeling closer against his brother. „I‘m not. At least not for this job. You just keep telling me this so I don‘t feel as bad.“ 

„Now, don‘t say something this stupid.“ Roboute looks up from his book, gently petting Sanguinus‘ hair. „The people love you. You are beautifull and charismatic and…“

„So you have chosen me for my looks.“ The angel can‘t stifle a small laugh.

Roboute pouts but doesn‘t stop brushing through Sanguinus‘ curls. „You didn‘t let me finish! You are also a fantastic statesman, you are able to stay calm in arguments during which Lion would comitg murder, you care about people so much!“

There is a playfull smirk on Lion‘s lips. „Well, your looks did certainly play a large role. I mean, could you imagine Roboute‘s face on all those posters and films?“

„He doesn‘t look that bad…“ Sanguinius gently protests. 

Lion grumbles. „Roboute looks boring - don‘t look at me like this! You on the other hand… I mean just look at your wings.“ He presses a kiss on Sanguinius‘ hand. „And also, consider how it would look if he declared himself Emperor over Ultramar.“

„I know…“ The angel mumbles. „You would have still been a better Emperor than me…“

Roboute closes his book before laying down too. „Do you really think leaving Lion in charge won‘t end with all my bureacrats massacred?“

„I guess it would be a possibility.“ Sanguinius presses a kiss on his brother‘s neck in a attempt to stop him from grumbeling. „Maybe I‘ll consider a try at beeing Emperor…“

[castielmydarling]

Suptober 2023-Day 31: Trick or Treat

Trick or Treat 828 words on AO3 or below Summary: Cas tells Dean Jack's plan for Halloween

Last day! Thanks for reading!

Cas takes a deep breath (even though he doesn’t really need it) before entering the room. He has no real reason to be nervous about telling Dean what Jack wants to do. It’s not really up to him but in a way he feels guilty about not including Dean in the conversation earlier. Plus, he doesn’t really know how Dean feels about Halloween or holidays in general. 

There was that time Sam, Dean and Jack celebrated a year's worth of holidays, including Jack’s birthday, in a week with Mrs. Butters, whoever that was. He tries not to think about being excluded. They both apologized saying it happened so fast, but is a week really that fast? Hmmm…maybe he doesn’t feel so guilty after all. 

Cas opens the door to find Dean stretched out on the bed reading. 

Dean looks up from his book when he walks in and smiles. “Hey, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean.” He sits at the end of the bed. “Can I speak with you for a moment? It’s about Jack.”

Dean sits up, worried. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“As you know, tomorrow is Halloween.”

Dean snorts. “How could I forget?”

“Yes, well Jack has been watching a lot of Halloween movies this year and he was asking about Trick or Treating. He knew when he was born he would have to grow up fast, that he wouldn’t be a child.” A sadness that Dean only sees when Cas talks about Jack’s lost childhood crosses his face. “Generally speaking he’s been ok with it because he knew he was needed for more. However, this year he wants to experience Trick or Treating.”

Dean raises his eyebrows, laughing nervously. “Uhh, I know he’s only been around for about 5 years but he looks and acts like an adult. People usually don’t like it when teenagers do it let alone 20 somethings.”

Cas laughs. “I’m aware. I told Jack as much but he has a solution.” He takes a deep breath. “He says he has enough power to de-age himself for at most 12 hours.”

“What?” Dean chokes. “He can do that?”

“Evidently he can. He tried it for a few minutes yesterday.” He says seriously. 

“What the hell?” Dean stands up ready to find Jack but Cas stops him. “That’s so dangerous, he had no idea what could’ve happened.”

“I know.” Cas says calmly. “Believe me, I explained to him how dangerous it was, especially alone and in secret.” He shakes his head.

Dean sits down a little calmer. “Ok, so what, he wants to be a kid for a few hours and have you take him Trick or Treating?”

“Well,” Cas looks at him hopeful. “He’d like both of us to take him if you’re ok with that.”

“Really?” He asks surprised. They’ve been working on their relationship but he’s still amazed that he wants him there for his special night.

Cas reaches to hold Dean’s hand. “Of course, Dean, he loves you.” He says with a squeeze.

Deany jumps up. “I need a costume.” He says, excited. “I don’t have much time.”

Cas blocks Dean from leaving. “Slow down, Jack and I have already discussed this too.” He says apologetic. “Actually, it was Jack that had costume ideas for all of us in mind.”

“He does?” Knowing Jack it could be anything, Dean thinks nervously. 

“A beekeeper.”

Cas watches as recognition flashes over Dean. His history with bee’s is complicated and it appears Dean remembers that as well. 

“It seems Jack was searching for family costume ideas and found one with a child dressed as a bee and the parents as beekeepers.” Cas smiles. Whatever his history with bee’s is, Jack’s idea does make a cute picture. “He saw it and thought it would be perfect for us. I didn’t want to disappoint him.”

Dean laughs a little uneasy. “No, you’re right. We don’t need to tell him anything about that time, it’s in the past long before he came into the picture.” He smiles. “He would make a cute bee.”

“So you’ll do it?” Cas asks, hopeful. 

“Hell yeah!” Dean says, excited. “I’ve never really done the whole Trick or Treating thing. This will be fun. We’re making the costumes right? Not buying some cheap thing at Spirit Halloween?” He asks somewhat concerned. 

“I don’t know what that is but no. Jack thinks he saw something we could use as beekeeper uniforms in the storage room so he’s already in there looking.”

Dean is out the door before he can say much more. “I’ll help him look!” he shouts from down the hallway.

“Ok.” He says to himself in the empty room, heart bursting with happiness. He may not see the point in going to strangers' homes asking for candy when they could just buy it themselves but both Jack and Dean seem thrilled at the opportunity. 

He’s happy Jack will get to have a childhood experience he deserves. And Dean too for that matter.

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Harry Styles x Fem!Reader: Golden MV Inspired

Inspired by the Golden music video ~ I attached above :)

Y/N = Your Name

Harry Styles' POV

It was our 2 year marriage anniversary and we wanted to do something special. I told Y/N that I wanted to take her to Italy and she agreed. Thank goodness because I had already booked a cute villa and a reservation at this pasta place near the water. I would do anything and everything for Y/N. She's the most precious person to me. I literally am in love and am in awe of her.

The flight is smooth for the most part. It's an overnight flight because we are flying across an ocean. Because of that, I find myself leaning on Y/N's shoulder to sleep. I made sure it was okay with her before I did so because it was a long flight and I didn't want her to be in shambles.

When we arrive, we're driven out to the villa we're staying in. Y/N immediately jumps for joy and freaks out. She's so cute!

Y/N's POV

Harry and I are in Italy! Omg! It's literally so amazing. We're going to a pasta place tonight and I'm thrilled. Pasta is bae. Sorry H. Lol no he's the real bae aka my hubby. Gosh he would laugh hearing my thoughts right now. Haha.

I get dressed up and he puts on a blue suit (from the music video), which fits him so well. Wow. I love him.

We head out and we walk to the restaurant. He tells them our name and we get our seats out on the balcony. We order champagne, pasta, and salad.

As we wait for food to arrive, I look out at the sunset and exclaim "Wow I cannot believe we're in Italy. I'm so happy and this trip wow. I'm so excited. H, I love you baby." He replies "Awww love. You're adorable. I'm glad you enjoy it so far. If you are loving it so far, then know it's just getting started." I reply "Yay!"

We order two glasses of wine when dinner arrives. Harry exclaims "I love you Y/N. I love being here with you and I'm glad we got to come to Italy. I also cannot believe it's only been 2 years. It's the bee's knees." I smile and say "It's been an amazing two years and I cannot wait for more to come." He replies "Here here!" He holds up his glass and we cheers to ourselves.

We down the glasses of wine and eat dinner. We enjoy our dinner then we get gelato down the street mainly because I asked nicely.

Since we're both a little tipsy, we both take turns spinning around and skipping back to the villa. Truly a wonder no one's gotten hurt yet. I hope neither of us do.

We make it back to the villa and we take a shower together. We then cuddle in bed and talk about all the things we love about each other. Cheesy yes I know we are.

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THANKS FOR READING!!! LOLOL kinda short but hey I loved the music video and was inspired to write this.

[all-l-wanna-do]

hiii i dont know how to start this and im extremely awkward so im just gonna talk llama also im watching secret life hope im watching the right thing uhgtyguh

OHOH GRIAN!!

the secret keeper sounds ominous

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THE PUMPKIN SISTERS OMG I LOVE THAT

hbgyuijhb jumping off like a Huge mountain into a water source is soooo much fun llama

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i hate creepers <3

what do you think abt the drip stone stuff?? i love using it to collect lava

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THEY FOUND DIAMONDS LETS GOOOOO

THE SCOTT OF IT ALL

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i know collecting obsidian takes forver and a lot of ppl hate it but i love it sm like its so fun

they should build a pink pirate boat

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im loving this plank

if all your friends jumped of a mountain would you? yes.

goat in a boat. goat in a boat. theres a goat in the boat

OMG THE HOUSES ARE SO CUTE AND PINK I LOVE LOVE LOOOVE

LLAMA HIS CHALLENGE WAS JUST STALKING GEM

IM COTTAGEING

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huygtf his house is like IN hers 😭

im always growing coco beans for absolutely no reason

OMG I LOVE FISHING CYP DO U LIKE FISHING

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THEY SHOULD MAKE LIKE A BEE SANCTUARY BC THATD BE(E) CUTE

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I LOVED READING THIS

also i absolutely love cherry blossoms, dripstone is a fun bloxk to texture witu (i mostly build i sont do a lot of survival) and fishing is fun!

i love this and im so excited to see next asks!!