#could not figure out what the fuck she was asking for and she started getting grumpy

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Carmen Berzatto X F!Reader: Baby Fever

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, penetration (p in v), fingering, dirty talk, cursing, family trauma (very generic), soft Carmy, baby fever, talks of pregnancy, kissing, no use of y/n, fluff, takes place in season 4 but no major spoilers.

Word count: 2.5 K

Carmen didn’t think about being a dad. He never had before. His father hadn’t been present, and his mother was... well, the way that she was. His parents hadn’t exactly done a stellar job at parenting, so becoming one himself had never been part of the plan.

Actually, Carmen hadn’t really thought about much beyond the restaurant. Beyond being the best, pushing himself harder, being better than he already was. But lately, things had started to shift. He was trying. Trying to be present. Trying to be less… Carmen. And suddenly, his life didn’t just revolve around the kitchen, or cooking, or the constant gnawing anxiety that never really went away.

You had been the first step into that.

You and Carmen had gone through a rough patch but somehow, you figured it out. You weren’t labeled “girlfriend” because Carmy was terrible with labels, terrible with words in general, but you were something. Something real. Someone special.

So no, Carmen had never thought about becoming a dad. But then Sugar brought Sophie in, and everything changed. Everyone had been enthralled by the baby with her big eyes, little fists, soft gurgling noises. It was weird seeing that kind of peace in a place like this.

He hadn’t really looked at her. Not until he walked into the office to talk to Sugar and saw you there, holding Sophie. Your eyes were closed. Arms wrapped around the baby like you’d done it a thousand times. Your body bounced gently, swaying side to side. You were humming something under your breath. You were trying to get her to sleep, but she was still wide awake.

You didn’t notice him. Didn’t see him standing in the doorway, frozen.

Didn’t see the way his chest tightened or the way his thoughts scrambled trying to make sense of the feeling creeping up his spine. And then Sophie looked at him. Just looked. Big eyes, tiny grin. No reason for it. Just... a baby being a baby.

But something inside Carmen shifted.

He left before you could see him. Before you could ask what that look on his face meant. Because he didn’t know. Not really.

But during the whole service that night, while orders were flying and Richie was yelling and Sydney was trying not to lose it, his mind kept flashing back. To you. Holding that baby. Looking like you were meant to.

After service, he didn’t go straight home. Just stood outside the back door, apron still on, watching the city breathe around him. He lit a cigarette and didn’t even smoke it. He’d almost placed it to his mouth because the gum wasn’t managing to rid him of the desire, but then he’d remembered how happy you’d been when he told you he quit. He threw it on the ground and stomped it out.

Then he just stood, thinking. Replaying that moment in the office over and over.

It was late. You were probably sleeping peacefully in bed. He should go home. Should sleep so that he would be rested for tomorrow. He needed to bring his A-game.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He needed to see you. Needed to at least hold you in his arms. Needed to know if that feeling would still be there when you opened the door.

As soon as you opened the door, he felt bad. It was clear from your eyes that you’d been asleep. It was clear from your face that the knocks—yes, it had taken multiple ones—had startled you. Your body was tense as you peeked out the door, but then you saw his face, and you relaxed a bit.

“Carmy?” you whispered.

Your voice was all groggy, the way it often was when you woke up in the mornings. You’d been asleep for a while. Fuck, he should have called. Should have waited till tomorrow. Carmen and his fucking impatience.

You opened the door fully, revealing the beautiful sight of you dressed in one of his shirts. His heart seemed to do a somersault inside his chest. It was just another thing added to the pile of stuff he was already feeling. You grabbed his hand, softly tugging him inside.

“Everything okay?” you asked as you shut the door.

Carmen nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I just—sorry. I should’ve called.”

You simply smiled at him. You didn’t need to say it, Carmy knew what the smile meant. It was a silent way of telling him, “It’s alright.” You moved close to him, wrapping your arms around his body. Carmen returned the gesture instantly. He didn’t even need to think about it. The second your body came in contact with his, he was melting into you, body molding against yours like two pieces of a puzzle.

You let out a soft sigh as he placed a kiss on your hair.

“You come for a sleepover?”

Carmen smiled.

“Would that be okay?”

You lifted your head off his chest so you could look at him, eyes slightly closed, a sleepy smile on your face.

“Of course, Carm.”

Carmen slept that night, but he did not rest. His mind was an endless collection of dreams with the predominant theme of babies. Some of them had you in them, your belly big with an unborn child. Some were just sounds of babies—giggles, babbles, crying. And some were just flashes. Flashes of possibilities.

Carmen’s body woke up at six, muscles rigid as he bolted upright. He was ready to go to work, ready to head into the restaurant and face the rush of movement. But then he looked at your clock and realized—it was Sunday. There was no service.

In any other circumstance, the realization would have made his stomach churn. Today, however, a wave of relief seemed to wash over him.

You shifted beside him, eyes blinking slowly as you woke. Carmen was still sitting up in bed, staring at the wall, trying to allow his body to relax before lying back down again. He hadn’t realized you were awake until you placed a soft hand on his back. His head snapped around to look at you.

You were still lying down, face pressed into the pillow, eyes on him.

“Nightmare?”

You’d become used to his bad dreams—you’d been over at his place more than once when it had happened.

“No, actually.”

Carmen lay back down, turning onto his side to face you. You reached up, placing a gentle hand on his cheek, letting out a small yawn. Carmen took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You smiled, eyes still slightly closed.

He placed another kiss on your palm. Then your wrist. Then your arm.

He kept going, slow and steady, kissing along your skin until he reached your shoulder. Then, he moved to your neck.

Your breath hitched at the feeling, a soft whine slipping out.

There it was. Just what Carmen wanted. He knew all your sweet spots, knew how to get you riled up. And when you tilted your head to give him more access, Carmen knew you wanted this just as much as he did.

So he kept going.

Somewhere between kisses and soft whines, you’d both ended up completely naked. Now, you found yourself in a delicious position. Your body pressed against Carmen’s, both of you covered only by the sheets, his hand working you open.

Your mouth fell open as you moaned. Carmen’s fingers didn’t stop, moving in languid, practiced strokes as he worked to push you toward your high. You were getting close. Then he added a third finger, and his thumb moved to circle your clit, and you were gone.

You came with a shout of his name, your body lifting off the bed as the orgasm crashed through you.

Carmen watched you fall apart with something close to awe, his breath catching in his throat as you clenched around his fingers, body arching into the pleasure. He kept moving gently through your high, drawing it out, helping you ride the waves until your body finally sagged back against the mattress.

You blinked up at him, still catching your breath, a lazy smile tugging at your lips. Your hand reached for him under the sheets, fingers wrapping around his dick. He groaned at the contact, hips twitching forward into your grip.

“Shit,” he whispered, his forehead pressing against yours.

You opened your legs wider, silently telling Carmen you were ready for him. He hissed as the head of his dick nudged against your folds, your wetness coating him.

“You’re so ready for me,” he said, more to himself than to you, like it knocked the wind out of him.

You hummed, voice low and breathy. “Always ready for you, Carmy. Need you so bad.”

“Yeah, baby? Want me inside?”

You nodded, eyes closed, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“Open your eyes, baby. Want you to look at me.”

You did as he asked, forcing your eyes to stay on his as he slid inside. Your brows furrowed the moment he bottomed out, the stretch overwhelming in the best way. Carmen wasn’t faring much better. A soft growl escaped him as your walls wrapped tightly around him. He shifted gently, allowing himself to settle fully inside you.

You gasped, nails digging into his back, your body trembling from how full you felt.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted. “You feel so good. So perfect.”

You moaned in response, your legs wrapping around his hips, a silent plea for him to move.

So he did.

He started slow. Deep strokes that had you gasping into his mouth. Every thrust felt deliberate, like he was trying to tell you something with each one. How much he needed you. How much he loved you. Even if he still couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

You clung to him, moaning softly with every thrust, and Carmen buried his face in your neck, losing himself in the feeling of you. Then his mind flashed back to you holding Sophie, and something snapped. His grip on you shifted, not rough but not as soft as usual, more charged, more possessive.

“You feel—fuck—you feel like you were made for me,” he muttered, lips brushing your neck. “Like your body just knows me.”

You moaned in response, back arching to bring him even deeper. His thrusts picked up, just a little sharper now, more deliberate. He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, your cheek, then locked eyes with you as he whispered:

“You ever think about it?” he asked, breath ragged. “Me getting you pregnant?”

You let out a soft gasp because he’d just hit the right spot and also because his question surprised you. Not in a bad way, just an unexpected one. You clenched around him. Carmen groaned at your reaction, his forehead falling to yours, his pace faltering for just a second.

“Yeah, you do. I can feel it,” he breathed. “You like the idea of me filling you up, don’t you? Fucking my baby into you.”

You whimpered, affected by his words and how fucking good his voice sounded. And how he looked? Oh, it was fucking glorious. The sight itself almost made you come. He placed a hand on the headboard not to ground himself but to fuck you harder. Deeper.

“Want it so bad,” he whispered. “Want to see you round and full. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”

You couldn’t form words anymore just nodded, eyes fluttering shut, a strangled moan escaping you as your second orgasm began to build fast and hard in your belly. Carmen felt it. Felt the way you clenched around him tighter, the way your hips began to rock up into his on their own.

“Gonna come again, baby? Fuck, come on. Do it. Let me feel you.”

And when you did when you cried out his name and came around him again, trembling and raw it was enough to drag him over the edge with you.

“Gonna come inside you,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “Gonna fill you up so good. Get you pregnant, fuck, take all of it, baby.”

With a final deep thrust, Carmen came with a broken moan, burying himself inside you, hips grinding down as he emptied himself. He held you tight, shaking slightly with the force of it, his breath shuddering against your shoulder.

Neither of you moved for a while. A million questions raced through your head. When you finally managed to slow your heart and catch your breath you leaned up on one hand, making Carmen look at you.

“Something happened.”

It wasn’t a question.

Carmen blew out a breath through his nose. Ran a hand through his hair.

“I saw you. Earlier. With Sophie.”

You blinked, surprised.

“In the office?”

He nodded.

“I didn’t even know you were there.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I didn’t mean to watch or anything. I just… I couldn’t move.”

Another pause. You let it hang.

“She looked at me,” he went on, voice barely above a whisper. “The baby. And you—you were just standing there, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And I—I felt something. I don’t know what the fuck it was, but it was real. And I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Oh. It made sense now. The late-night arrival. The shifting in bed the whole night long. The immediate desire as soon as you woke up.

“What did it feel like?” you asked eventually.

He looked at you. Really looked at you.

“Like I wanted it. That—whatever that was. Like maybe I could—” He stopped himself, shook his head.

“Fuck. I don’t know.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart warming at the realization of Carmy having baby fever. And of him thinking about having that. With you. You placed a hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes. He shifted his head so that his lips were on your palm. He placed a soft kiss there before opening his eyes again.

“I’m scared.”

“I know,” you said.

You lay back down, settling your head on his chest, your hands making small circles on his skin.

“Is it something you’d want?”

You let out a soft sigh.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Carmen stayed quiet for a moment.

“With me?” he whispered.

You placed a kiss on his chest before moving to look him in the eyes.

“Of course, Carmy. If you want it too.”

You felt his body relax beneath you.

“I think I do. I just—”

“Hey,” you cut him off. “You don’t have to have it all figured out,” you said. “But if you felt something… that’s not nothing.”

He nodded, biting his lip nervously.

“We’ll just take it a day at a time, Carm. That’s all we have to do.”

“A day at a time.”

“That’s right.”

“Okay. I think I can do that.”

You both settled into a comfortable silence, the kind that does not feel empty but full—full of unspoken thoughts, hopes, and fears shared between two people learning to lean on each other.

[thewitchblue]

Your love was eyerolls and sharp smiles that begged for a fight, and Jason couldn't be more in love. Every shoulder punch that he knew hid your smile made his heart soar.

"Why are you smiling? She just punched you."

Tim asked dryly. He's beginning to think his brother has gone crazy. Jason watched you walk off with a lovesick grin on his face. He's got it bad. He's obsessed. He knows your favourite song, he cooks your favourite food, and he even writes short stories for you to "proofread" to test out date ideas for when he finally asks you out.

He was a mess of butterflies when you give him your mischievous smile even if he knows it's just to rope him into whatever dangerous stunt you want to pull. He's too weak to say no to the wicked gleam in your eyes and cherish the way you bumped your shoulder with his shoulder in gratitude before grabbing his hand and dragging him to "just the right place!"

Your adrenaline-filled laugh echoes in his mind like a familiar melody dancing in the wall of his mind. You didn't hug him when he joined you; you called him a coward for hesitating and ruffled his hair affectionately.

"I'm fine, Tim."

Jason mumbled just loud enough for Tim to hear him. His eyes were still on your retreating figure as if he didn't want you to ever leave his side. Tim shrugged and left him alone. He suspects Jason will date you soon enough. He's seen all the love between you two, and he knows for a fact that none of it is platonic anymore.

Damian rolled his eyes despite being happy for his older brother. You truly were perfect for him. He couldn't imagine a more perfect person for Jason if he was honest. He could feel the matching chemistry, and he's not even involved with the "friendship." All he could do was watch the stubborn duo pine painfully together with crossed arms and snide comments.

Dick was playing matchmaker and failing spectacular. You both always gave him matching frowns and told him to fuck off in sync. Dick was undeterred and even started doubling down in his efforts. He's not going to let this go when it was painfully obvious. Jason debated punching him but you actually did punch him after the fifteenth remark about setting you two on a date.

Jason ended up having to get between both of you before you could start a fist fight with his older brother. You may have the fire and spite, but you absolutely wouldn't stand a chance against Dick. Jason admired your fiery attitude, but he finds that he has to hold you back metaphorically and literally at times.

You were perfect in all of the right places, and he was drowning in his love for you. He mumbled under his breath ways to ask you out. He was so quiet that nobody could make out what his low voice was actually saying, but they could assume exactly what he was saying to himself. His romantic heart beats for dates and love notes, but what do you want? Do you like it when he ruffles your hair, or do you feel like it mocks your size compared to his obnoxious height and outrageous muscle mass? The middle finger you always give him in response confuses him. He doesn't see the poorly concealed adoration in your eyes. His focus was on biting your finger playfully.

He needed you in his life. He can't risk losing the friendship over feelings, even though he knows they won't disappear. His love for you will remain strong and likely only grow the longer he knows you. His love will grow wherever you go. You will be the thunder following his lightning strike.

"You have it bad, Todd."

Damian said plainly. He wasn't even paying attention to Jason's love life, yet he's still painfully aware of his brother's obsession. He's read the scrapped stories and the unfinished prompts after riffling through his drawers for the charcoal pencils Jason stole when he wanted to get into art. Jason never returned them, and Damian blames Jason every day for his grumbling riffling. The sibling tax has ruined far too many things for Damian's liking. He curses his curious eyes for reading some of the corny things Jason wrote down.

"I have it under control, Damian."

Jason gruffly said. Damian huffed. Jason does not have it under control. He's so horrendously in love that it's difficult to even be around. Damian has to leave the manor at times because of your shared recklessness that turned into oblivious love. Get that AWAY from him. It's become so bad he practically lives with Jon now. Batcow approved. Damian did not.

Jason is helpless at this stage. He's oblivious, reckless, and absolutely hopeless. No amount of shoving will get him to take the plunge and ask you out. All they can be is complain about it and try to shove you into it.

You were just as difficult to convince as Jason, maybe even more so. You didn't shy away from hitting them while rolling your eyes and giving them an annoyed groan.

"He need to stop playing matchmaker."

You grumbled to Jason as you collided with his body on the couch. Jason got the wind knocked out of him as your full body landed on top of him while you released a dramatic sigh. He nodded and wheezed as his arms wrapped around you. Of course, he was equally annoyed, but he could appreciate what Dick was trying to do for him. He wishes his relationship didn't become Dick's problems.

"We might as well date at this point. He's relentless."

You mumbled and suddenly looked up at him from your buried position on his chest. He froze, and you went back to your previous position. You didn't take it back, however. You merely let him come to terms with the idea and respond in time.

"What a terrible way to ask me out."

Jason finally said. You laughed and got off him to leave, but he pulled you immediately back to him. He kissed your hand and mumbled,

"I didn't say no, pipsqueak."

You were bewildered, but you accepted that as his indirect way to say yes. You smiled at him with all the hidden emotions you've kept secret for too long.

"You know now I'm going to find a stupid nickname for you, too, right?"

You said with amusement accented in your words. He scoffed and said,

"As if there is any nickname worse than 'sugar bear.'"

He didn't like the mischievous look in your eyes. What is your devious brain thinking about? He didn't know if he wanted to know, but he'll be readying for a war.

[bluefootedbooby]

This may seem weird but could you do a jinx x reader where jinx finds out the reader self harms either by seeing the scars or walking in on them?

yes! as someone who has struggled this is for sure something i can do!

CW: SH, implied suicide references.

Because of me?

it was quiet, the air was still in the bathroom where you sat on the floor huddled between the wall and toilet with your cheek against the toilet seat and arm bleeding. you felt nauseous, ears ringing and skin going cold as the air stung the wounds on your wrist. you pick the blade up again, another violent slash that might have been too much. no matter how much toilet paper you pressed to the wound it kept pooling up again. shit.

you knew jinx kept a very small first aid box in her workbench drawer, of course you had no idea if she was there and more than likely she would be. but this wouldn’t stop bleeding, it was getting worrying. what do you do? it’s like your girlfriend could sense trouble and you hear a knock on the door.

“toots? all good in there? ya taking a dump?”

trembling, that’s all you could manage. do you lie? both options are horrible. “yeah…” gosh that was the worst way to say it. worse though is that of course you didn’t lock the door so when the knob started to gently turn and those purple eyes lightly illuminated the entry way you blood froze watching those optimistic and cheerful eyes widen in horror and the blood.

“what- what are you doing in here…?”

she saw it quickly, the deep slash with shallower cuts nearby it. the air was sucked out of the room, jinx stared down at them before looking back into your eyes. “what.. why?” and you broke there, tears falling down your face in anguish at your actions.

then… worse.

“are you.. why did.. is it me? b-because of me?”

you shattered, standing up instantly and hugging her tight. “no! no! never, never you.” jinx didn’t know what to do, she was convinced she was the problem so you ended up holding her for an hour. humming and holding her until she saw the red that was staining her shirt and snapped back into it, grabbing your arm and pulling it close.

“no! don’t comfort me, this! this, trinket, why? why didn’t you do this? did i make you feel this way?”

“no! jinx, no! i-i promise. i just…” the words escaped. gone as if they didn’t exist, maybe they didn’t. no words could fix it. so words stopped as jinx began to tend to your arm.

jinx was crying the whole time, trying to keep herself together as pink glowing droplets fell onto your arm, some landing in your wounds and helping to heal them. others dripping down to her lap. she couldn’t even look at you, like she was angry. goodness did she wanna be but she couldn’t, not when she occasionally caught a look when you had your head turned and could see how broken you were at her knowing. she could tell it wasn’t her fault, she should be able to tell, mylo was pestering for the other reason though. tears, tears, tears until she finished off the wrapping. she bent down and kissed the soft cotton, pressing her forehead into your arm a moment and whispering something soft and small. then, she looked up at you, gaze teary and translucent. you could see all her pain, smell her fear, taste her love all within one gaze. she swallowed before speaking in a broken voice.

“i love you, okay? i-i-i… fuck i don’t know. how did i miss…” she paused to bite her lip and figure out what to say. “i wish you told me. i would’ve done anything to prevent you from doing this. anything.”

she was so sincere, vulnerable in a way you rarely ever see her. her face looked almost younger when she got like this, cheeks puffier and eyes like saucers as she pouted in agony.

“i love you, okay?” she repeated again. and again. and again.

the night was silent, you two didn’t speak. he’ll she rarely even asked why because if it were her she wouldn’t wanna answer now either. so instead she held you, help you so tight that if you even moved an inch she would tighten more like a constrictor. suffocating you with her adoration because she was scared if she let you go you’d do it again, or worse. way worse. maybe part of her did believe it was her fault. so when the lamp on the nightstand went dark she muttered to you.

“i’ll hurt whoever made you feel like this, okay? you’ll never see them again.” her fingers laced into your hair strands it felt almost a threat to herself.

“i love you, okay?” you whispered, kissing along her arm like she was the one who needed the most comfort. but you did want her to know it wasn’t her fault but you just didn’t have the energy to vocalize it.

neither of you slept.

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sorry this is short 😅 and sorry i’ve not posted in a bit. but i do appreciate u guys :) and sorry this is a sad one to drop LOL it’s been growing dust in my inbox tho so i felt the need

[rafeslvbug]

CHAPTER 6 - maybank blues series

you couldn’t remember how you got here.

between rafe saying he’d take care of your car, to now, everything was a blur. curled up in your sheets, a small polka dot plaster on the cut on your wrist.

hushed voices.

careful movements.

you lifted your head off the bed, hearing jj scoff, “see pope! heavy ass footsteps, woke her up!”

“huh?” you rub your head, pushing your back against the headboard in an upright position. they’re all gathered around the bed, the same way they had gathered around the couch. only except they could look at you now.

“pope’s sorry cupcake,” jj pats his friend on the back, hopping onto the bed next to you.

sarah walks in with a tray in her hands, an assortment of food, a glass of water and juice. her and john b exchange brief glances, wound apparently healed but fresh, still. they must have argued it out in the hours you were gone, or asleep.

“here, eat up,” she sets it down on your lap, and you poke around the food for a bit, before crunching down on the toast on your plate.

“how’d you get home yesterday?” kie speaks up, and your eyes drift over to her. the silence in the room seems to close everyone’s throats, a reminder of how angry she had gotten earlier.

“i’m sorry for how i reacted..” she murmurs her apology and more beats pass as they wait for you.

“it’s okay..” you accept, thinking back to yesterday. the fog begun to clear in your mind, recollection of rafe pulling onto the road leading down to the house. you walked down the rest of the way. you told him not to drive directly in front ; they would’ve gotten more angry. “i walked..my car broke down,” you say, voice raspy, prompting you to drink the cold water, condensing in the glass.

“do we need to go get it?” john b asks.

“no.”

funny looks.

tilted heads.

“i called someone myself before i started walking..i’ll collect it later,” you add, praying that when you did walk back to that curb you parked it on last night, it’s still there. if not, rafe really did handle it. then you’d have to see him again.

“i could go get it?” jj offers, but you shake your head. fast. too fast. “why not?”

“i uhm– i just wanted to go myself. i need to get out the house.”

“you got out the house yesterday, it didn’t go so well,” he snorts, and you eyes travel over to him as does everyone else’s.

“great move jj,” pope grumbles, facepalming while you let out a hollow sigh.

your worst nightmares were confirmed when you turned up to the same dreaded spot as last night to find your car gone. breathing out a sigh, scratching the back of your head, you didn’t know what next to do. the cold bit at your arms, prickling sharp goosebumps, and you wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself.

so began the walk to figure eight.

small yet swift footsteps carried you from decay and disease to a world of polish and diamonds. the smell of expensive perfumes mingling in the air growing stronger, advertising of the kildare dream on a mansion the size of seven trailers on the cut.

“hey y/n! y/n!” cole calls out, hurrying away from his conversation on the sidewalk opposite, running over to you. keeping your head down, you picked up your pace, hoping to evade him– though you knew it wouldn’t work. the same way you hoped the car would still be there, but rafe had kept his promise.

“y/n, i wanna talk to you!” he grabs your arm, trying to pull you around to face him, only for you to shove back. “what was that for?” his brows furrow, hands raised.

“what was that– you told my brother!” you yell, wrapping yourself up in your coat tighter. cole shakes his head, confused, still. lost.

“about rafe! you told him about rafe!” you elaborate, in disbelief over his blindness.

“oh my– so what?” he chuckles, easing, shoulders relaxing. it only makes you more infuriated to know he doesn’t care. doesn’t even think about what he’s caused.

“so what? cole, you had no right! nothing was going on between me and rafe, and yet you turned my whole fucking family against me!”

running a hand down his face, stepping back, cole argues back, “well i didn’t tell your dad! did i? that’s not your whole family. god knows what would’ve happened if i did, everyone knows what he’s like! so, see? i could’ve done much worse!”

your mouth falls, lip quivering. everyone knows? what does that even mean, no one knows as far as your concerned. the threat falling from his lips, even if he didn’t mean it. “we’re done cole..” you whisper, broken, and walking away.

“no, y/n! come on!”

you brush away your tears. they follow in the same path they flowed yesterday. your shoulders feel much heavier, or maybe they feel much lighter ; it’s both at once. the burden of a fracturing new relationship gone, but the weight of an already shattered old one coming to light shackling you. trapped. falling into the same mistakes every time. trusting people who don’t deserve it. cole warned you the whole time about trusting rafe, calling you naive and you wished you seen it at the time: he was the one you shouldn’t have trusted.

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[ladykailitha]

The Last Dragon Slayer Part 6

Hey everyone! This story is back! But it is moving to Tuesdays! So be sure to catch it there.

In this we have Eddie and Steve fighting and a little bit of a flashback.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Steve came in from his break feeling less like he’d been run over by a truck. He hadn’t been sleeping well and it was really starting to show under his eyes.

He slid up to Robin and started sorting through the membership applications as she scanned returns.

“You know those things are going to kill you,” she said dryly, not looking up from her task.

Steve stared at her in confusion. “What things?”

“Cigarettes,” she huffed and then turned to face him. “I had to take out the garbages and I saw you smoking again. They cause cancer, you know.”

He stared at her for moment longer before he snorted. “I assure you, my smoking isn’t going to kill me.”

Robin shook her head and went back to working on the returns. “Mark my words, Steve Harrington one day, you are going wish you listened to me.”

Before Steve could even refute that the bell above the door rang out, announcing a customer. When they saw who it was they both groaned.

“Flip you for it?” Steve asked with a grimace.

“No,” Robin huffed. “You cheated last time. You deal with him. I’m going on my break.”

Steve turned to face the new customer with a pained smile. “Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you today?”

Eddie’s grin grew wide as his eyes twinkled with mirth. “Aww... I’m starting to think you guys don’t like me.”

Steve snorted. “The last time you were here, dude, you made Robin go through every horror movie in the whole god damned store only to rent ‘The Hobbit’ again.”

“Maybe I was in the mood for a specific horror,” Eddie said slyly. “And you guys just don’t carry it.”

“Well next time look in the mirror,” Steve groused putting the applications in the processed slot on the counter, “and save everyone the trouble.”

Eddie clutched his chest and fell the floor. Steve had to stand up on tiptoes to see over the counter to make sure he hadn’t actually died. But before he could even comment, Eddie was back on his feet and strolling up the counter.

“You can’t get rid of me that easy, pretty boy,” he said easily and then he leaned on the counter. “You the only here or are there other customers wandering the stacks of plastic and film?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Robin’s probably in the back on the sofa in the break room, but other than that there’s no one else here.”

Eddie slowly licked his upper lip slowly. “Well aren’t I the lucky one today.”

Steve turned bright pink. “Dude, what do you want?”

“There’s a new movie that just came to VHS and I was wondering if you had it yet?”

Steve sighed and walked over to the computer. “Which one?”

“Legend,” Eddie said with a broad smile.

Steve frowned and ducked his head. “How do you spell that?”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment and the spelled it out for him.

“I always want to add a D before the G and can’t for the life of me just spell it right,” he murmured darkly.

The expression on Eddie’s face could only be called complicated as a dozen different emotions traveled across it. He settled on sympathetic. “Man, if I could graduate just on my spelling skills alone I would have done it the first time.”

Steve flashed him a grateful smile. He turned back to the screen and sighed. “It was released on VHS all right,” he huffed in annoyance. “But in like England and shit only.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Wait are you shitting me? Just England?”

Steve nodded with his lips pursed. “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Fuck,” he huffed and punched the air in anger. “Gareth’s mom wouldn’t let him watch because of the demon or whatever but I figured if I rented it and he happened to be there while it was playing, it wouldn’t be me fault if he stayed and watched it instead of going home, ya know?”

Steve grinned back. “Yeah, I know that all too well. But sorry man, Family Video does not have it.” Then he looked over his shoulder and wrote down a name and an address.

“I have a cousin that does bootleg VHS,” he whispered as he slid the paper over to Eddie on the counter. “He might not have what you’re looking for but if you tell him Rick sent you, he might be able to find something for you.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Rick and not Stevie?”

Steve shook his head. “He only knows me as Rick which is my middle name. My dad hates the name Steven.” He winked at him.

“That’s too bad,” Eddie said with a grin, “I like Steve, it’s a nice name.”

“Unless there is anything else I can help you with, you menace,” he said shaking his head, “shoo!”

“You wound me, Stevie,” he replied. “But nope that was everything for today. I’ll see you later.” He wagged his eyebrows and then backed out of the store. Robin came out the instant she heard the bell.

She peered around, making sure he was gone before she flopped on the chair.

“You know,” Steve groused, “when you leave me alone with him he gets all brazen and shit.”

Robin giggled. “That’s ‘cause he has a crush on you.”

“Hey!” Steve huffed. “If I can’t assume Vickie’s sexuality, you can’t go assuming his.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. And lay off the cigarettes, it still smells out back.”

~

Steve was grateful to be out of school, of course he was. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t worry about the kids navigating high school for the first time. He worried about how Lucas was starting to be ostracized by the members of the Hellfire Club for having made the basketball team.

Steve had tried talking to Dustin and Mike about it both together and separately but they both brushed Steve off saying that Lucas needed to pick a side.

“There are no sides!” Steve huffed, throwing his arms in the air. “Derek Lopez was captain of the football team and valedictorian my sophomore year. Like you like sports and be super smart and popular.”

But they had dismissed it as a fluke.

Lucas was becoming more and more withdrawn from his friends and Hellfire in general choosing to stay behind after practice then to go to the arcade with the other boys.

It didn’t help that Max had put them firm in the off column in their on and off relationship since Billy died.

Something twisted in his gut and he knew he had to take it directly to their leader to nip it in the bud before something went terribly wrong.

“Hey, can we talk?” Steve asked, once when Eddie had come to harass him at Family Video.

“We talk all the time, darlin’,” Eddie purred. “We’re talkin’ now.”

“About Lucas...”

Eddie straightened up and tapped on the counter. “What about Lucas?”

“I’ve been hearing that you’ve been encouraging the other kids to make him choose between basketball and Hellfire.”

Eddie’s spine stiffened. “What I do in my club is none of your business, Harrington,” he said coldly.

“I don’t care about the club,” Steve said sternly. “I care that one of my kids is feeling left out and hurt because his friends think he’s a traitor.”

“He should pick a lane,” Eddie insisted. “Nerd or jock, you can’t be both!”

Steve threw his arms up in the air. “You absolutely can. You can be in band, drama, orchestra, choir, chess club, Hellfire Club and play sports. They aren’t mutually exclusive. I have a friend who plays french horn and trumpet, speak five languages, and plays soccer.”

Eddie scowled. “That’s not the same thing as playing D&D or liking fantasy or science fiction. Those things are always made fun of.”

“For now!” Steve growled back. “Times always change but right now there is a little boy being bullied by his friends because someone they look up to is telling them it’s okay as long as he’s a jock.”

“That’s not what I saying!” Eddie snapped. “He doesn’t want to be a nerd. He wants to be popular. He’s straight up said so!”

“Not every popular kid is a bully, Eddie,” Steve said, his breath coming in pants as he fought to force down his temper. He worked his jaw and swallowed down the bile that had risen to the top of his throat.

Eddie let out a strangled noise and then turned on his heel and stormed out of the store, the bell jangling angrily as pushed open the door a little too hard.

Steve just shook his head. He had somehow made the situation worse. With a sigh he put his head into his hands and let out a low scream of frustration.

But he didn’t get time to stew about it as the door opened again with a gentle jingle, announcing the arrival of a new customer.

“Hello!” he greeted through gritted teeth, “Welcome to Family Video. Is there anything I can help you find today?”

~

If Steve had been hoping for minimal fallout from that conversation, then he hoped for in vain. Because all of a sudden the kids were taking sides. And not in a ‘everyone is entitled to their own opinion’ kind of way either.

Lucas was grateful Steve talked to Eddie, but was made that now Eddie was ramping up his little basketball tirades during the lunch hour. To the point that Lucas was forced to eat in the library.

Mike and Dustin were of the thought that Eddie was god and could say whatever he wanted to members of his own club.

Max was on Steve’s side. Which surprised him a little. Even though she had broken it off with Lucas, she was firmly of the belief, no one should bully anyone and that included other nerds.

Steve was keeping an eye on her because she was becoming more and more withdrawn since Billy died. He knew that Nancy was doing the same. And probably opened up more to her than she did him. But he kept trying.

But that unfortunately meant that he ran into Eddie on more than one occasion.

The first time it happened after the Mayfields moved into the trailer park, it drew quite the window watchers.

Steve parked his Bimmer in front of Max’s new trailer and got out. Just as he was going to the back seat to get some things he was bringing over for her and her mom, Eddie was out the front door his trailer, huffing and growling.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped, hands on his hips.

“I can go where I want, it’s a free country,” Steve snapped back. “And besides I’m not here to see you. Otherwise I would have parked in front of your trailer, now wouldn’t I have?”

“You stay away from those good people,” Eddie said, glowering and waving his hand toward the trailer. “They’re really going through some shit.”

Steve rolled his eyes and pulled out a casserole dish and a plate of brownies. “I know. And if you had spent more time getting to know Lucas instead of trying to exclude him, you’d know that Max was his girlfriend, and they’re going through a bad break up right now. In addition to the ‘some shit’ you’re referring to.”

Eddie held his chin up. “You know about the death in the family then?” He eyed Steve skeptically.

Steve slammed the back door shut. “More than you ever will.”

“Oh my god!” Eddie shrieked, throwing his hands up the air. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I told you to leave that shit alone! It does no fucking good to stir up trouble!”

“It’s hard to avoid when it comes looking for me,” Steve shouted back. “You can stay here in your bliss filled ignorance. But I refuse!”

He stormed up to the door and knocked.

Eddie threw his arms in the air again and stalked back to his trailer, a thunderous cloud following him.

Steve shook his head. He would do anything for Max.

~

The tunnels were filled with ash and whatever else counted as air in the Upside Down. The red handkerchief and swim goggles barely doing their job to prevent him from being able to function down here.

Then suddenly they were being swarmed by the demodogs, Steve held tight to Dustin as the creatures ripped through, surging past them deeper into the tunnels.

He felt the teeth sink into the flesh of his calf as they ran through, rushing past them. There was the sound of yelp that echoed around them and then was gone as were the demodogs.

After it was all over with El having closed the Gate and everyone regrouped, Dustin noticed Steve’s leg.

“Hey,” he said, “Did a demodog get you?” He pointed to the tears in the jeans.

Steve looked down at his pants and pulled the leg up. There was no blood or marks to be seen. “Good ole denim. Better than armor that.”

Dustin frowned but something distracted him and he was off talking about other things.

Max came over and sat down next to him. “I’m sorry about Billy. It was my fault. If I had stayed out of the window like you asked, he wouldn’t have beat your head in.”

Steve shook his head and the abruptly stopped when it caused the world to spin. “I’d do anything for you kids, even if it means getting my head beat in.”

Max bumped his shoulder. “Well don’t. Get your head beat in, I mean.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “No promises.”

~

It's true about "Legend" by the way, it only came out in the UK on VHS because it technically flopped here in the US and it wouldn't come to Home Video until it came out on DVD.

And Steve is me regarding the spelling. I have no idea why I do it, but I always want to throw in that extra D.

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[myinconnelly1]

Honey-Coated 3

Word Count: 1355

Bob Reynolds x Reader (Honey)

Warnings: Masterbation (Male & Female); excessive cumming, dub!con (she doesn't know she's being watched); Voyerism, exhibitionism, wanting to get caught, Manic episode

Summary: Honey thinks she has the tower to herself so she indulges a little. But she's not alone.

It had been weeks of this.  You were moving more and more items into the tower.  Bucky had assigned you a room and an office room that was across the hall looking out over the city.  You were so excited that you didn’t even notice at first it was right next to Bob’s room.  You had agreed with Bucky to let the lease on your apartment expire and stay full-time at the watchtower.  The team was doing so many events and press tours and staged fights for Valentina that you spent most of your time at the tower anyway.

Things between you and Bob had seemed fine, even after the shower incident. But as days turned to weeks, Bob was noticing that his sleep schedule was completely fucked.  He couldn’t fall asleep.  He couldn’t stay asleep. The little sleep he got was plagued with memories of your body when he had slept next to you and the way you had watched him when you got out of the shower.  He had expressed his concern to Yelena and Bucky.  Not sleeping was a very bad thing.  He didn’t want to lose himself to the Sentry like he had only a few weeks before.

John was the first to notice.  It wasn’t that he was paying attention or even knew what he was seeing, but he had called Bob out for stirring the pot and making bets about stupid shit around the tower.

“We have to go on some talk show,” Yelena said to him the next day.  He could literally feel himself buzzing as he stood and listened to her.  He kept looking around at other things and fiddling with his shirt.  “you have to stay here.”

“Why?” He asked.  He felt like a child.  They never let him be part of the team.  Valentina always kept him out of the public view.  He apparently wasn’t the public figure that she had hoped to make.  The entire situation made him angry. 

“You know why,” Yelena said softly.  She was holding his shoulder gently.  “I know you’re not okay, so don’t tell me that you are.  I need you to stay in your room until we get back.  It will only be a few hours.  Honey is going to stay here instead of going to Bucky’s office.”

“What’s up with them?” Bob asked suddenly.  He was louder than he had meant to be.  “Bucky and Honey, I mean.  Are they a thing?”

“What? No,” Yelena looked very confused.  “What is this about?”

“Nothing,” Bob said nonchalantly, trying to hide his small smile.  If you weren’t with Bucky, then maybe you were single.  Maybe he had a chance.  He could prove himself to you.

“Hey, Bob, look at me,” Yelena said seriously.  “You need to stay away from her.  You need to focus on getting yourself better- Bob!” she shouted as he pulled away from her and started to walk to his room.

“I heard you,” He said.  He couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice.  No one trusted him.  He knew why but he wasn’t like he was before.  He didn’t have Valentina controlling or manipulating him.  He closed the door to his room loudly.

“What the hell?” Bucky asked as the team assembled in the main room.

“Just Bob, he’s having trouble adjusting,” Yelena said quietly.  The elevator doors binged and you walked into the room. 

“All yours, good luck,” Bucky said ruffling your hair as they walked past you and took up the elevator.

“Bob?” You called as you looked around the tower.  It was so quiet.  You had never been alone in the tower before.  You put your bags down and grabbed your headphones pairing them to your phone and turning on music.  You put the groceries away and tidied up the kitchen then looked around.  No one else was here.

You went to your office across the hall from your new bedroom.  There was a couch that ran lengthwise of the room and looked out through a large glass window.  You knew that you were too high up for anyone on the street to see you, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about it.  You left the door to your office open so you might have some warning if people came back, but you knew getting caught was half the fun of the idea.

Your little pattering feet running back and forth through the tower had been enough to pique his interest.  He cracked the door to his room open and saw your office was unlocked. Then he saw you.

You were lying on the couch in just your underwear.  The rest of your clothing was thrown haphazardly across the room.  He moved out of his room to get a slightly better view and knocked a book from a dresser.  His breath caught as he looked up at you guiltily, but he noticed the headphones and realized that you hadn’t even heard him.

Your hand was lost from sight in your panties but the speed and way that your wrist flexed told him exactly what you were doing.  He could hear your breathing all the way across the hall and felt his cock come to attention as he watched you touch yourself.  Your free hand was holding onto the back of the couch like you might float out of the room if you let go.

He couldn’t help himself.  The past couple of weeks were torture as you had bumped into him while moving boxes or tapped his leg by accident at the dinner table.  Or the way that you would smile at him across the room when you thought he wasn’t looking.  He knew it was wrong, but if you didn’t want anyone to watch you, then you would have closed the door.

He let his hand reach into his own pants a stroke his cock.  He tried to match your motions, but you were way ahead of him, and he needed just a little bit of time to catch up.  The little whimpers that fell from your mouth were intoxicating.  He unzipped his jeans and freed himself enough to touch himself the way that he needed to.  Normally he would have stopped himself by this point, telling himself that it was wrong, or that he was pathetic, but this was different.  He knew you were putting a show on for him.  He sped up and finally was working himself at the same intensity you were working yourself.  Your free hand from the couch moved down and squeezed your breast through your lace bra.  He groaned, not caring if you could hear him.

He wanted you to hear him.  His cock was so hard it hurt.  He didn’t think he could last much longer with how blue his balls were.  He hoped you were close.  Then his name fell from your mouth.

He came with a grunt spilling all over his hand.  You didn’t seem to notice him and despite his orgasm, he was still hard.  Some clarity seemed to come to him though, and he realized he was standing in the hallway with his dick in his hand covered in cum.  You squealed his name again louder this time as you came on your own fingers, and he felt his balls tighten as he squeezed his tip to keep from coming again.

He scurried to his room and closed the door to make sure that you didn’t know anything about him watching you.  But now that he was alone and safe from being caught, he gave himself a tentative thrust.  He found himself bucking up into his hand faster and harder than before chasing that orgasm that he had only just finished again.

“Fuck….” He groaned as he came the second time.  His appetite was insatiable and the idea of you naked across the hall crying his name got him through two more orgasms before he all but passed out on his bed.

When he woke later, he was covered in his own cum and the pit of guilt in his stomach felt like it might swallow him alive.

[lovingdabeessss]

Thank you for pointing out yang also helps blake out when she needs help or to chill, recency bias has the fandom thinking it's only ever going to be blake helping yang when the core of their relationship is "they protect each other" when one falls down the other picks her up and vice versa honestly amazing how healthy their relationship is

Thank you!!! I love when people think I do a good job talking about them

I thought it was important to bring up just because how HUGE yang reassuring Blake is

(this isn’t to downplay what Blake is to yang i just can’t talk about 2 things because then I’ll never stop talking)

It’s a big part of their relationship and dynamic and both of their characters and development especially in the beginning

It means a lot to who yang is as a person and who she is in context to Blake

Like I want to do nothing else but acknowledge just how important meeting and being with yang was for Blake

Blake just got out of a relationship that was incredibly manipulative and toxic

But the only reason she got OUT of it was because the person doing that to her was hurting OTHER people, it clearly took Blake a much longer time to realize what he did to HER was wrong

And then she teamed up with yang, a girl who’s so patient and supportive and kind to her and expects literally NOTHING in return

And it’s very important to me that I think that she started acting like that BEFORE she started to have a crush on Blake in any way

Yang did that because it’s what she could tell Blake needed, and that’s just the kind of person she is

Blake needed reassurance, she needed to believe she was more then just a dark void, that she deserved better then what she got and that’s what yang was for her

Nothing to do with romance or anything else, flat out just: Blake needed someone to do that and yang excelled in it

And there’s so many examples

Like:

Blakes drawing her abusive ex in a notebook yang sees but Blake clearly doesn’t want to talk about it? Yang lets it go, doesn’t ask any questions

Blake puts herself down when they talk about their motivations for being here? Yang says “you’re not the kind of person to run from a fight”!

Blake has a fight with Elon musk jr Weiss and reveals she was part of a group that while having a long history of being a group for fighting for faunas rights has recently started killing innocent people (under new leadership) and then she RUNS? Yang “abandonment issues” xiao long literally just looks for her, she isn’t mad her team partner left without a word, she doesn’t so much as mumble about the secrets or the white fang thing, she doesn’t comment on how it must make her feel to be abandoned like that, she even defends her to Weiss repeatedly

When they find her and Blake admits to something SO personal and big for her, to decide to go after and try and right the wrongs of the white fang and figure out what’s going on, yang supports her, casually and sweetly, like there should never be any doubt on what she was going to do, yangs just happy Blake’s expressing her wants

NOT EVEN MENTIONING BURNING THE CANDLE WHICH WAS A WHOLE THING ALL ABOUT THIS PART ABOUT THEM

Yang helped Blake immeasurably on her road to recovery

And I’m not saying that Ruby and Weiss and sun weren’t important too!!! They absolutely were!! Weiss and sun actually serve 2 different versions of the same thing Blake needed, and we all know why Ruby’s important relationship for Blake to have, I’m just saying all of them COMBINED couldn’t get Blake to stop destroying herself after several attempts and it took yang 1 conversation max AND got her to additionally go to the dance with a single sentence

Yang probably did the best job 1 person can do to help out someone going through something this huge and difficult

However Blake was going through a LOT mental illness is a big thing especially with all the trauma and just how fucking long she was in that situation for

A lot of things were conditioned into her and they worked really hard but new trauma tends to bring up old bad habits

As amazing of a job yang did at being there for someone who’s so traumatized

she was still just one person and Blake needed the bigger support system of her family to get to the healthy place she needed to be at to truly be the healthy person she is now

and to truly be the healthy person she’d need to be to be a healthy significant other for yang

but I doubt she could’ve even gotten to the point of willingly going back home without yangs help

Something I should probably make a different post about tho is

The point of “we’re protecting each other” is that they’re NOW loving each other by working together

Before they wanted to protect each other but they were working separately, they weren’t communicating about it and to a certain extent they weren’t respecting each other about it

That’s the POINT of it

It’s shown in how they fight Adam

The first time it’s Yang protects Blake and then it’s Blake protects yang

The second time they’re doing it together at the same time

That’s why it works

Also btw yeah I totally get the frustration, the bumblebee relationship is so awesome and so nuanced and amazing and people aren’t always gonna remember to express they’re cannon complexities

Even down to the simplest “we’re protecting each other” or the entire point of the song “all that matters”

Such is the nature of fandom

Anyway the reason for the recent bias is probably cause a lot of the more obvious helping each other and comforting each other things have been yang to Blake

And people have recently realized there’s a LOT that yang needs to be talked to about

So they’re making up for it in fandom

As fandom works

And it makes people occasionally forget just how prominent yang helping Blake is or just forget to mention it

[sugarskies]

exposed

summary: john worships admires bob's waist. and also teases him while hiding under a blanket from yelena. because he can. word count: 944 notes: i saw this post earlier and then i sat down to write and this came out of me. sometimes i need to write something silly idk. anyway this is kinda steamy but not explicit so maybe 16+ please

Bob put the backs of his hands over his eyes when he yawned, not realizing his shirt had ridden up until John’s hands were on his hips.

His fingers pushed into Bob’s skin, his thumbs resting on his protruding pelvic bone. John’s breath was hot when he lightly bit his earlobe, burning when he pressed an extended kiss to his neck.

“We’re alone,” John started, and Bob nodded because he figured. John wouldn’t have touched him where the others could see; wasn’t comfortable enough in his sexuality to tell anyone about their unlabeled relationship.

“And?” asked Bob.

John kissed his skin two more times as his fingers sneaked around to the front of Bob’s stomach, wrapped fully around him. He glanced at Bob’s face for permission and Bob nodded before John less-than-gracefully threw him over his shoulder.

He carried Bob the short distance from the window to the couch. Bob inhaled sharply as the back of his head hit its arm—John would get it right eventually, he insisted—and shimmied down to get more comfortable as John crawled on top of him.

Bob didn’t fully understand what it was that drew John to his waist, but he wasn’t that familiar with that part of his body in general. It was different after the serum. Stronger, healthier. He closed his eyes and let out a low exhale as John pushed his shirt up to his pecs.

His hands squeezed Bob’s hips as he positioned himself between his legs. Bob dropped his left leg on the floor, his right knee bent against the back of the couch. John placed one kiss under Bob’s belly button before he moved down.

“Fuck.”

John’s fingers curled into Bob’s waistband as his tongue grazed his happy trail. Weird as it was, that always made Bob feel good—a reminder that John still loved the most masculine parts of him even when he wouldn’t say the words, “I’m bisexual.”

He turned his head on an angle, kissed around Bob’s pelvic bone, and gently pulled on his skin. Bob let out a soft moan when John sucked on him where no one would see, where it could stay their secret forever.

Slowly, John made his way down. He tugged at the fabric around Bob’s waist, kissing him in a line until his beard tickled the top of Bob’s hair. Then, just as he pushed one hand fully down the side of Bob’s leg, ready for the kill, the elevator dinged.

Panicked, Bob grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch and threw it over both him and John. He quickly tucked his left leg back on the couch and kicked John lightly until he made himself as flat as he could against the furniture.

“Hey, Bob.” Yelena fiddled with the speaker in her ear, her gaze on her phone as she hopped up the stairs to the bar. John’s hand slid out of Bob’s pants as steadily as possible. “Sorry to interrupt, I’m just getting a seltzer.”

“No, you’re fine,” said Bob, who was definitely not reading the book he’d thrown into his hands. He swallowed his gasp when John’s hand shifted again, made the evil move of cupping him when he was trying to talk. “I’m just reading.”

“Anything good?”

If anything was an option, then something good was how John’s breath felt against his waist, how he bounced just the tiniest bit as he kissed Bob’s belly button and failed to fully contain his amusement.

“Yeah, it’s just, uh—” What fucking book was he holding? “—it’s about aliens. Although it feels dated now that we’ve been invaded by aliens… how many times?”

“I stopped counting.” Yelena dropped a handful of ice into her glass. John’s devilish little tongue snaked out of his mouth, licked the same spot his lips had kissed. “Have you ever seen one?”

He couldn’t think with John’s tongue on his skin, his fingers dug into his hips. “One what?”

“Aliens.”

“Oh. No.” Bob bonked John in the head with his knee while Yelena’s back was turned and he finally stilled, his fingers tight around Bob’s waist. “I wasn’t near where any of them happened, and I was high when they were in the news.”

Yelena nodded as she poured her seltzer—AKA sparkling grapefruit water—into her glass. She tapped on her phone as she walked back to the elevator.

“Let me know if you’re curious about any of them. My sister told me about them all.” She pressed the button for the elevator and waited for it to open. “But, and feel free to correct me, I’m pretty sure there are no aliens in Jurassic Park.”

“Oh.”

He glanced down at the book he was holding and, once again, John vibrated against Bob’s stomach as his amusement escaped him. Then he froze when the elevator chimed and Yelena added,

“And Walker, if you want to suck off Bob, please do it in your room.”

The doors closed before Bob could fully process what happened. When he did, he put a hand on his face as his shoulders shook from suppressed laughter. He tossed the blanket back over the side of the couch and stopped when he realized John’s expression was still.

“Hey.” Bob placed his first two knuckles under John’s chin and nudged him upward. “You okay?”

John didn’t answer. Because of course, he had to keep everything buried inside him. He said nothing as Bob slid his hands through his hair, nothing as Bob leaned their foreheads together. But the passion he shared when their lips met spoke volumes for what he wanted versus what he believed he should have.

[thesharktanksdriver]

“I got a bug in my brain that keeps whispering to me about HP flirting with all their love interests on a random day just to see their reaction. And this is before the group confession scenario.

They just wake up one morning and decide to fuck around.

They walked past Dante in the office in the morning who's still half asleep murmuring a good morning to Honeypie and just for a laugh HP decides to reply with a "Good morning to you too, my love." And its like someone just shot Dante in the face with how fast he whipped his head around to look at them. Any sleepiness was gone.

They're training with Lady in hand to hand combat. And when they inevitably get knocked on the ground, HP can't help but just start giggling and when Lady asks what's wrong HP just answers "I've always adored how your brows furrow like that when you try acting mad at me... it's probably the cutest expression you've made." And Lady just sits there for a moment wondering if she's dreaming.

Trish is helping HP fix their hair or brush it and HP leans their head back with a humm, smiling warmly at her with their eyes closed. "Have I ever told you how much I liked your hands?" HP asks and Trish the ever confident woman she is responds "You've never mentioned it." But internally she's all giddy. "They just make me realise how much I've missed out on." HP continues, almost pressing their head againts Trish's hands like a purring cat.

HP and Vergil are sitting on the couch together, and HP leans their head on his shoulder. "You know I still don't forgive you for what you did to Nero, right?" They ask, while Vergil silently nods. Probably excpecting some lecture. "I still want to know you better, the real you. I want to be around you. But i won't forgive you completely. " HP continues, closing their eyes and leaning further againts Vergil, taking his free hand in their's and interlocking their fingers. Sitting on the couch for a while like that.

The bug asks for your opinions on this. Else it will keep eating my brain, but I will wait happily. No matter how much the bug feasts.

Bug brain anon out”

lol Honeypie flirting one day with everyone is funny as shit to think about because everyone would be wondering if they heard that correctly, and also maybe worried that a succubus is disguised as them lol.

The funny thing about most the examples tho is that they do half those on the daily not realizing the romantic connotations. HP is very uh as a lack for a better word kinda blunt sometimes, to their own detriment. They can’t really process how what they’re saying is somewhat romantic unless it’s like the most corny romantic ass shit of Roses and loud proclamations of love. Thus they don’t really imagine how genuine compliments or saying the most touching heartfelt things imaginable = I’m in love with you kiss me now.

But as for the characters reactions tho to Honeypie accidental or purposeful flirting tho? Wellllllllll

(Potential warning in Dante’s section he gets horny lol tho nothing explicit is described)

Dante probably either does a spit take or drops whatever he’s holding (which in both cases HP with chastise him about later). He’s pinching himself and for a full minute replaying what they said in his mind on loop before it finally hits him. For as much as Dante is a smug smartass most of the time he goes surprisingly quiet and becomes very flustered. Because when it come from HP it’s different, though their blunt it mean their honest in their words even if sometimes they don’t pick up on their own connotations. He buries his head into his magazine unable to focus on the various scantily clad figures when honeypies words circle through his mind and may or may not make him a lot more hot and bothered than any porno mag could do. That night he lays awake In bed unable to sleep and tosses and turns the entire night bemoaning about how he’d feel like a creep if he indulged himself in whatever fantasies his mind conjured.

Also god forbid if afterwards or during the flirting HP gives him any shred of physical affection because he will CLING to them

Lady though used to type of thing from HP is still nonetheless like a blushing school girl at their words of affection. It’s makes her heart beat so rapidly a tiny bit of Mary is reanimated in the process. Though she’s used to this kind of thing she can’t help but giggle as she attempts to flirt back as well, keyword attempt since she’s much too giddy with everything to really have a good go at laying on some truly good zingers. She does though lay it on thick with physical affection as she laces her and honeypies fingers together, much like what they’d used to do during high school when the halls were brimming with people and Lady would be damned to let them get lost or pushed around. If she’s feeling particularly bold she may twirl a small bit of HP’s hair or cup their face if she’s really confident that day.

Trish at the flirting responds with the sultry confidence of a devilish femme fatal such as herself…well a femme fatal with a dumbass she loves a la Roger and Jessica rabbit. Her red painted lips tilt upwards as a laugh escapes her, manicured nails walking along honeypies arm in a teasing manner as small sparks shock them in a surprisingly pleasant tingle. Trish takes it in stride as she does nearly everything, but mainly what gets her is that these compliments are for her and her alone. Trish struggles with the shadow of a dead woman always over her, to Dante and Vergil she’s a reminder of their dead mom, to others she’s a confident sexy mysterious bombshell of a woman but to HP she’s just Trish and that reflects in how they flirt with her. Their words are deeper than surface level quips and hotshots that most try on having a shot with her, their honest and true to Trish and her character, not who she’s modelled after or the facade she puts on. As you said internally she’s very giddy about the whole thing, it makes her feel more approximate to a human rather than what she really is. Makes her feel soft when all Mundus had made her to be was a cold lure and ruthless killer.

If HP gets particularly close to Trish after flirting their hair might stand on end because Trish internally is going giddy which makes static electricity happen lol.

Vergil goes rigid and still though that’s not particularly surpassing for him especially given his thoughts of how honey must hate him. But hearing them engage like that with no warning whether intentional or not makes his heart do a full on stutter. He blue screens and feels a wave of heat flooding his face, he’s lucky he has enough reign on himself to stop his doppelgänger from appearing because it would be jumping with joy and acting like a lovesick teenager with kicking its feet.

Laying a simple finger on him will have him melt like a puddle

[tadgher]

I would give hiccups other leg (badum tiss) for a Snotlout and make reader meet-cute

not entirely sure of the premise, maybe Snotlout doing something dumb to impress the reader but unlike his usual attempts at impressing people it WORKS for once lmao

If you’re up for it of course!

Added context:You are a new member to the island of Berk, you are a cousin of Astrid and are going to be staying with her and her family from now on.

Also added context…it’s half 3 in the morning, my writing may be kinda ass

“…and here is Berk training academy, it used to be used for VERY different reasons but, as you know, Berk is dragon-friendly now” she grins at you, you had both missed each other dearly, not being able to see much of each other until you permanently moved here just yesterday.

“Wow Astrid, this place is beautiful, you’re lucky to have grown up here!”You remarked, taking in the true beauty of the island but, as you looked, you saw a few suspiciously human looking figures in the distance coming towards you both.

“Oh and..those..those are my friends..and Hiccup.”I chuckle at how disappointed she sounds when she says it.

“Why what’s wrong with Hiccup?”you ask, grinning, before quickly hearing a..”yeah, what’s wrong with me??”Astrid and you both begin to laugh as you examine each person now stood next to ye both.

There was a larger guy with blond hair and a brown coat, a boy and a girl that looked like they could be twins-with drooped faces and plaits, the guy who seemed to be the ‘Hiccup’ guy-he had ruffled brown hair and a..metal foot?Stood next to him was a shorter, brown haired guy that reeked of confidence..

“There’s not too much wrong with ya’ don’t worry!”Astrid smiles, giving hiccup a peck on the cheek and bumping against him. “So guys, this is y/n, he is my cousin and he’s gonna be a new member of the group now so…be nice, or I’ll fuckin’ kill ya”she glares at them all.

You lock eyes with Hiccup before saying “I’m sure it won’t happen..don’t worry”

You then watch as the others break into their own small duos and talk, but you quickly notice the smaller of the bunch is quickly approaching you.

“Hey handsome…”he smirks, kissing your hand and gazing up at me seductively “I’m snotlout, pleasure to meet you y/n” you feel heat flush across your face, mouth slightly agape, as you just kind of stare at him-looking him up and down in disbelief, he shifts awkwardly before grinning “You’re so silent because of my handsome face and muscles aren’t you?”he smirks confidently, flexing his arms and striking dumb poses.

“Uhh..yeah”

Snotlout face drops at your confession, nobody has actually agreed with him before, as his face turned a light shade of pink, he thought it would be another failed attempt at flirting, he hadn’t gotten this far now and didn’t exactly know what to do after this step. “Oh uh thank you I-well I try and-..” he murmurs as he scratches the back of neck, unsure of the next move, even more unsure now that he notified everyone was staring at them.

Astrid looks completely horrified “No y/n please!Anyone but him!I can set you up on dates with anyone else on this entire island,please!!”she hisses, but it goes in one ear and out the other as Hiccup and Astrid exchange looks.

Snotlout, not used to getting accepted, turns to Tuffnut “what the fuck do I do now..?”he half whispers, as you start to talk with Fishlegs…“uhh I don’t know, ask him on a date duh?Maybe get him a gift or something?” Tuffnut says, rolling his eyes.

“Shit you’re right..”Snotlout murmurs, as he runs towards Hiccup and yanks at his leg.

“SNOTLOUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”he shrieks, trying to pry him off as Snotlout persists and unscrews the metal leg with precision that only someone with lots of leg unscrewing experience would have.

As he takes off his hat, gets on one knee, holds one of your hands and with the other, he holds Hiccup’s leg as a token of love and simply says..

“Y/n will you make me the happiest guy in Berk?Will you…go on a date with me?”

You begin to laugh at his now awkward charm.. “sure I will ya dope”Snotlout jumps in the air and shouts “I DID IT!”

Poor Hiccup has to limp home that day as Snotlout refuses to allow him to bring his leg home, stating it’s “his token of love to y/n”

[explosionshark]

i need you to tell me what happened from start to finish + fuffy?

a little angst for you, my friend!

emetophobia tw

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Faith is still vomiting when she senses Buffy enter the room, that dull buzz in her brain-stem that always picks up frequency when she’s near. It triggers another heave of Faith’s stomach, and her whole body shakes with the effort, nose dripping, throat burning, unbidden tears streaking down her cheeks. There’s nothing left inside her, but Faith still finds herself gagging and gasping, sick and trembling on the floor.

She feels Buffy’s hands in her hair, pulling back the strands that had fallen down around her face, holding her hair back loosely, gently. Then there’s a palm in the center of Faith’s back, rubbing tentatively, sparking some muddy memory from Faith’s childhood, making her feel smaller and weaker than before, so desperate for more of that kindness, that contact.

She recoils, twisting away from Buffy, the hair on the back of her neck rising, heart thumping so hard in her chest it starts to hurt. “I didn’t do it.”

“Okay,” Buffy says simply. “Faith—”

“I know that was my knife,” Faith continues, words slipping out of her in a clumsy, stuttering rush. “And… that was��� that was my shirt, okay, but I didn’t—”

“I believe you,” Buffy says gently and Faith wants to scoff and roll her eyes. “Just… walk me through it. I need you to tell me what happened from start to finish.”

This is it. This is the nail that Faith’s driving into her own coffin. She squeezes her eyes shut tight. Thinks about prison showers, prison food, prison guards and their clubs. Fuck. “I can’t.”

There’s a long pause. Faith can’t bring herself to open her eyes, look up and see Buffy’s incredulous expression.

“Why can’t you?” Buffy says, sounding so patient. Faith can’t trust it, can’t expect it to last. There’s no way B is buying any of this — not with their history. Not even after things had finally been going kind of good between them, since closing the Hellmouth.

“Because I don’t remember,” Faith grits out, teeth clenched so hard her jaw hurts. “I woke up in the other room. My knife was gone, I was wearing just my jacket and I— but I know I didn’t kill that guy, B. I swear it. I’ve never seen him before in my life.”

“You don’t remember anything at all?” Buffy asks.

Faith winces. She knows it sounds like bullshit, like a lie so embarrassingly bad it’s pretty much an insult to them both. But it’s the truth.

“I don’t expect you to believe me,” Faith says, surprised how much it hurts to admit. “But I—”

“I do,” Buffy murmurs and then she’s crossing the distance between them, dropping down to one knee, reaching out, tentatively, to lay a hand on Faith’s shoulder.

Faith flinches hard, bites back the urge to vomit again, to squirm away from Buffy because she can’t bear being touched like this — disgusting, pathetic, and so, so guilty looking. “I wouldn’t fuck up that way again,” Faith says, desperate. “If I did it, I’d tell you, but I—”

“I believe you, Faith,” Buffy says and Faith can’t imagine how that could be true, not with everything stacked up against her. The body in the room, Faith’s bloody shirt, the knife, Faith’s body count.

“B, I don’t wanna get locked up again,” Faith says. She feels like a coward, like such a loser, but it’s the truth. She can’t imagine going back to prison. “Please.”

“You won’t,” Buffy says low, serious. “We’ll figure this out, Faith. I’m on your side.”

Faith can’t help it. She crumples forward, feeling Buffy lean in to catch her weight, and gasps shaking into Buffy’s shoulder. Faith reaches around, clutches the back of Buffy’s shirt with sweat-slick palms and lets her words echo through her fevered mind. I’m on your side. I’m on your side.

This time, with Buffy’s arms around her, Buffy’s fingers combing through her sweaty hair, Faith finds that she actually believes it.

[averycutesalamander]

what's our consensus on Boothill's thoughts on easter? if it exists in the hsr universe (which.. surely it must be known of in a historical sense, at least? i swear the MC refers to "easter eggs" at least once) it's probably totally detached from the religious background by that point, right?? im unclear on how earth connects to the rest of the universe lore-wise but whatever.

i think he would be delighted by it honestly. specifically the egg hunts. i can 100% see him meticulously hiding eggs in all sorts of crazy places. climbs up trees like a fucking monkey just to tuck them in the branches all the way at the top. does impossible parkour and hides one away out of sight. hides them in gutters and under rocks and in light poles and shit. considers the environments to pick the most similar colors to make them harder to spot. but also i imagine he's really considerate for younger kids that can't get to the most difficult ones, so he scatters plenty in more intermediate areas too.

simultaneously i really feel like he'd enjoy taking part in the hunts too.. the candy is not the priority though, he gives that away to the kids (or you 💖) for sure. his real goal is that HIGH SCORE BABY !!!! he'd get so competitive about it so fast lmao. immediately starts climbing all over the fucking place trying to find the most difficult ones and whining if he can't find any. he has a pretty substantial advantage with the enhanced eyes and everything, so you'd probably have to team up with someone to stand a chance at beating him lol

[jinxpantsu]

Jiggle Jiggle skin meme but its sami begging bailey to buy her a new perfume

[seilon]

I just realized I didn’t really announce this despite it being a Big Deal but. finally got a top surgery date and secured it with a big ol deposit. august 5th. kinda hard to process in a way

[marinecorvid]

blorbos from my brain

[alexkablob]

Other favorite bits from the Dorley reread: Lorna's Paranormal Investigator Arc™