#i also have a habit of 'flirting' with my little sister's best friend

[kujousgf]

Okay but what about g!p Nat getting r pregnant at a one night stand. R actually being yelenas best friend who always said her sister is off limits and told nat her friends are off limits. Nat being a player. But like a happy ending

KISS ME UNTIL MY LIPS FALL OFF mdni. 18+

pairings ; natasha romanoff + f ! reader (romantic), yelena belova + f ! reader (platonic), wanda maximoff + f ! reader (platonic)

summary ; you know you shouldn't, really you do, but there's just something about natasha that pulls you in and wraps an iron chain around your heart

warnings ; fade to black smut (i'm the worst, i know), natasha has a penis, unprotected sex, pregnancy, top ! natasha, bottom ! reader, tiny bit of angst, intoxication, morning sickness

wc ; 2.5k~

a/n ; i hope this is what you were looking for !! i got a liiiitle carried away with this i think. also this is not proofread ! (also, please do not use the term 'g!p', just say 'character with penis' please !)

“She is off limits, Natalia. I can see that look in your eyes, she’s too nice for you.”

“She is no good for you, Y/N. Don’t fall for her annoying charms.”

That is what Yelena had said to both of you, separately, of course, the first time you met her sister. For Natasha it was a thinly veiled threat and for you it was a warning– Natasha was no good, she would break your heart. 

That was about four years ago and while the two of you tried your best to respect Yelena’s wishes, you more so than Natasha, it was getting increasingly harder to deny the attraction you felt towards each other. You never wanted to cross Yelena’s boundaries, she was your best friend since you two were old enough to walk. A betrayal like that would shake your friendship in ways you didn’t want to think about. 

You understand that Yelena just wants the best for you, knowing of her sister’s habit of sleeping with girls only to leave them in the middle of the night and suddenly forget they exist, but there was just something that wouldn't stop tugging you towards Natasha. There was no denying her attractiveness, anyone with eyes could tell that the redhead was attractive, but it was the way she treated you that really had you weak in the knees. She was frustratingly charming and stupidly sweet. When Yelena was around to shoot daggers at her for her flirting, she claimed that she was just being friendly. 

“What’s wrong with being nice to a pretty girl, Lena?”

You two had shared more than a few tender moments alone, but nothing past a soft kiss and a quietly whispered ‘You know we can’t’ that always left Natasha wanting more of you. She knew you wanted to respect Yelena, she did, and she lov– liked you for how much you cared for her sister, but God, she wished you cared a little less. She wished you were a little more selfish, a little more willing to let her have you. 

Natasha doesn’t know when she developed actual feelings for you past physical attraction, and she’d rather not think about it, if she were being honest. It didn’t matter what she felt for you if she could never act on it, if it would make her feel rotten for acting on it, for crossing a boundary Yelena had set and you were trying your hardest to set yourself. So, she did what she’d been doing best for the past three years: slept with almost every girl that the only gay bar in Ohio had to offer. 

It’s not like the both of you hadn’t tried to move on, but nothing ever seemed to stick. None of the girls Natasha slept with made the burning hole in her chest ease its aching, and no one you ever tried to date could ever compare to Natasha. Even that pretty blonde pilot with the same type of dominating presence couldn’t tear your heart away from the Russian. You think you might have to try and erase Natasha from your memory, but even then you don’t think it would work. Your heart would still remember her. 

Too many drinks and Yelena’s birthday party is how you ended up here, in the one place you shouldn’t be. Natasha just looked so pretty tonight, even wearing something so simple as her usual leather jacket and black jeans, you finally just couldn’t contain yourself. You two are in the guest bedroom of Yelena’s apartment, Natasha’s hands gripping your waist as you grind against her lap, your hands tangled in her hair. 

This is the first time the two of you had gone past a soft kiss or a gentle hand brushing against each other. It’s been four years of torture, trying to deny each other of what you both wanted, and now that you have it, it doesn’t seem like either of you want to let go. Natasha had been a little shocked when you barged into the room she was occupying for the night, but who is she to deny you when you were all red cheeked and asking for her to please kiss you?

“Okay, okay. Slow down, sweetheart.” Natasha laughs, breathless as she pulls away from your lips, her hands stilling your hips. God, she wants to keep going, but she could taste the liquor on your lips, and the last thing she wanted to do was let you do something you’d regret. You try to chase her lips, a pout making its way onto your features, but she holds you back. 

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Just looking at you, Tasha.” You grumble, trying to press your lips to hers again. 

“Hey, hey, come on. Listen to me for a minute, okay?” She reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear and brushes her thumb across your cheek. The touch feels like electricity shooting through your body and you wish she would just stop trying to talk to you. Does she not want you like you want her?

“You know, once we do this there’s no going back, Y/N. You have to be sure, okay? Do you want this?”

“Yes. Please, Tasha, I want you. Don’t make me wait any longer, please.”

And, well, who is Natasha to say no to that?

It isn’t until Natasha sneaks out of the room at 4am to get a drink and she’s confronted with Yelena in the kitchen that she realizes what she’s done. Yelena has never told her that anyone is off limits besides you, and she can’t even keep it in her pants for one night? (She knows it’s been four years, but you’ve only approached her like this the one time.)

She tries to act like nothing is different, like she’s just grabbing some water, but Yelena raises an eyebrow at the difference in the air around her sister. She’s not as stupid as the two of you seem to think she is, she’s noticed the downright disgusting tension between the two of you and the horrible lovey dovey eyes her sister makes towards you. 

“You break her heart and I break your ribs. Got it?”

Natasha chokes on her water, she would’ve thought she’d be a little more concerned for her heart, but this is fine, “Got it.”

And then Yelena is walking out of the kitchen to go to her own room. On her birthday? You two just had to do it on her birthday? Unbelievable. 

Since that night, you and Natasha had gone on a couple of dates and you’ve been trying to spend as much time with each other as possible. You hadn’t slept with each other since, it was hard to find the right opportunity while she was staying with Yelena for the next month while her house was being renovated and your roommate Wanda always seemed to be at your apartment lately. 

About a week later you woke up feeling like something was off. You didn’t know what it was until your body was moving on its own accord and you found yourself rushing to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach. God, you hoped you weren’t getting sick. As you sat with your back leaning against the cool glass of the shower, you closed your eyes for a second before it hit you. 

Natasha didn’t wear a condom. 

Oh God, Natasha didn’t wear a condom. You scramble to get yourself up and brush your teeth before rushing out of the bathroom and tugging on a pair of sweatpants and an old college sweater of Natasha’s that she left a couple of nights ago. What time is it? You pat your pockets and then fish out your phone, 7:56am. Okay, the pharmacy should be open by the time you get there. 

This is fine, it’s probably nothing. You’re probably just sick, maybe you shouldn’t have eaten as much candy as you did, but Natasha was so happy to get you something you liked and you were really craving it. You tug on your shoes and you’re out the door and walking down the street in less than two minutes. 

The walk to the pharmacy is relatively short, you chose an apartment in the city, so nothing is more than a 15 minute walk. Your fingers tap against your thigh as you pick out one of the many options and you walk to the checkouts, but not before grabbing a chocolate bar. You’ve been really wanting one for days now, but that has nothing to do with this, you just like chocolate, that’s all. You groan, what are you even trying to do right now? Convince your subconscious that you’re not pregnant?

The walk back to your apartment seems like it takes forever and you don’t even need to drink a bunch of water because your nerves are making you feel like you’re going to piss your pants anyway. 

Wanda chooses the exact moment you start pacing in the bathroom to come out of her room, concealing a yawn behind her hand. “Y/N, why are you doing laps in the bathroom? If there’s a bug somewhere just kill it.”

“No, I’m not– there’s not a bug, Wands. I’m just…” You pause, fidgeting with the hem of your, well, Natasha’s sweatshirt, “I think I might be pregnant.”

A pause. 

“You think what?!”

“Don’t say that like that! It’s not a bad thing I think. I just– I just don’t know how Natasha will react.” You wrap your arms around yourself and deflate a little bit, just the idea of Natasha being upset has you acting like a kicked puppy.

Wanda softens and walks towards you, wrapping her arms around you in a hug, “I’m sure Natasha will react just fine. And if she doesn’t then that’s her problem, not yours.” You lean into her and let yourself relax for a minute. You hadn’t known Wanda for as long as Yelena, you only met in your freshman year of college, but you consider her one of your best friends. 

“Y/N… I think you should take a look.” Wanda had taken a quick peek at the test over your shoulder, and she squeezes you softly before pulling away. 

You turn around and try your hardest not to feel too scared. Either outcome is fine, right? 

Two lines. 

You were pregnant.

Tears start to prick at your eyes and you’re not sure why, but you find yourself turning and hiding yourself in Wanda’s arms, not able to stop yourself from crying. You only just started properly seeing Natasha, what if she hates you? What if she never wants to see you again? What if–

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay. She won’t hate you.”

Wanda’s soothing voice reaches your ears and you realize you must have been saying those things out loud. You nod against her chest and sniffle, trying to get yourself to stop crying. You had to tell Natasha, you have to get yourself ready and make yourself look presentable. 

Wanda helps you get ready, telling you soothing things every once in a while when you start to worry again, trying to reassure you that Natasha isn’t going to hate you. And, if anything, this is Natasha’s fault anyway, but she doesn’t say that part. She drives you to Yelena’s apartment where Natasha is staying for the time being and gives you a reassuring smile, saying she’ll be waiting right outside if you need her. But if you don’t come out in 15 minutes she’s leaving because she has to go open the bookstore for Darcy. 

You give her a weak nod and walk the now intimidating path up to Yelena’s apartment. You stand outside for a whole two minutes before getting the courage to knock. You knew Yelena wasn’t home and that it would be Natasha to answer the door. The blonde went to kickboxing every Saturday morning and wouldn’t be back for at least another hour. 

Natasha is a little surprised to see you standing outside her door at 8:30 in the morning, but then she takes in your slightly red eyes and still tear stained cheeks and she’s ushering you inside with an arm around your waist and a concerned look on her face.

“What’s the matter, baby? Are you hurt? What happened? Do you need me to call Yelena? What’s going on?” The words tumble from Natasha’s lips before she can stop them, the need to protect you and make sure you’re safe overpowering anything else she might have wanted to say. Like how cute you look in her sweater. 

You shake your head and suddenly there are tears in your eyes again and your bottom lip starts to wobble. “No, p–please don’t call Yelena. I just– I need to talk to you.” You’re trying not to cry again, but you don’t know how to say it. You don’t know how to break the news in a way that won’t destroy the only thing you’ve wanted for the last four years. 

The concern in Natasha’s eyes isn’t making this any easier as she takes you over to sit on the couch, sitting next to you and taking your hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. “Alright, we can talk. You can talk to me. What’s going on, sweetheart?” 

“I-I…” Your fingers twitch nervously in her hands, “Natasha, I’m pregnant.” And the confession ruins any chance you had of stopping yourself from crying, afraid she’s going to push you away or yell at you or tell you to get out or–

Natasha’s eyes widen and her breathing stops for a moment, you’re pregnant? But you hadn’t slept together since– Oh. Oh. 

And then she snaps back to the present where you’re crying and she’s frozen like an idiot. And she’s gotta do something before you come to the wrong conclusion. This should be fine, though, right? She loves you, she can do this. She can do this, can’t she?

 “Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.” She speaks softly, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with her thumbs. She takes one look at your face and now she’s trying to keep the tears out of her own eyes. “Everything’s gonna be okay, yeah, baby? Everything’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna figure it out.” She brings your head towards her chest and wraps one arm around you while the other strokes your hair. You’re crying harder now, but you think maybe they might be relieved tears, happy ones, even? 

“We’re gonna figure it out.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Yeah, she can do this.

[irb-pascalito-99]

I Can Keep a Secret

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (no outbreak AU)

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: insecurity, jealousy, smut, p in v sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, grief

Summary: The relationship between Joel and Ellie’s older sister is complicated after the two share some tense moments while Ellie is in the hospital. Once Ellie is able to go home the two meet up during their lunch break to discuss where to go from here.

A/N: This is an excerpt from chapter eleven on my fic Always an Angel, Never a God. To read more of this pairing check out my a03.

We eat lunch at a diner nearby. The waitress, a tall woman named Esther with thick brown hair and bright blue eyes, comes by the table frequently. She does her best to flirt with Joel, batting her eyelashes and holding his arm as she refills his coffee cup each time she passes by. I fight the urge to say something, a pit of jealousy growing in my stomach each time she reaches out to grab his arm, but Joel doesn’t seem to notice her attention.

She comes by the table again to top off his cup. I watch her manicured hand grip his bicep as she asks if he needs anything else. He looks over at me, raising his eyebrows to ask if I need anything. When I shake my head he briefly thanks her for the coffee and turns his attention back to me.

“So, sounds like you had a long morning. Is it just about Ellie going back to school?” I take a bite of one of my fries.

“For the most part,” I respond. “I also had this meeting with the social worker this morning so…”

Joel nods, giving me space to continue if I want to but not pushing the conversation in any way. I know I should be opening up more. I’m trying not to fall back into my usual isolation, but I keep the wall there. It’s comfortable on the other side, safe.

He notes my apprehension toward continuing the conversation, so he moves on. I watch him rub the back of his neck again. It must be a nervous habit of his.

“So, I wanted to talk to you about the other night,” Joel says.

I take another bite of a fry, fighting the blush creeping up my neck as the memory resurfaces. My body feels hot as I think about it. His hands on my hips. His moans in my ear.

“I just wanted to clear the air a little. It feels like things have been a little tense lately, with the kiss and then the moment at the party. I know you’ve had a lot going on, and I don’t want to pressure you or anything,” He says his words slowly, as if examining each one before he says it.

Esther watched us from the counter, her eyes skipping from him to me. I feel angry watching her assess the situation, like she’s trying to make a claim to something that’s mine. Except, Joel isn’t mine.

I try to ignore Esther and focus on Joel when he continues. “I completely get it, if it was a heat of the moment, just want to feel something, kind of thing. We can just leave it at that and never talk about it again, but I want to know what it is for you.”

What is it for me, the big question. I knew I’d have to define it soon. It’s been keeping me up at night. I think about it while I paint. Every stroke of brown reminds me of his eyes. The golden light filtering through tree lines reminds me of the warmth of his arms around mine.

“I don’t think,” I try to formulate my thoughts. I like him. I know I do, but I have baggage that he shouldn’t have to deal with no matter how much he claims he can handle it. “It wasn’t just a heat of the moment thing. I mean, the moment gave me the courage to act, but I meant it. I wouldn’t take it back. I think I really like you.”

A smile tugs at the edge of his lips. My heart leaps at the gesture. “Me too.”

I bite my lip and push some of the fries back and forth on my plate. He wants me too. My stomach is doing somersaults. I nearly jump up to yell my triumph across the room at Esther, but I think back to Ellie and the promise I made to Marlene.

Jumping into a relationship right now, with Ellie’s best friend’s dad, would put everything I’m working toward in jeopardy. What if something went wrong and it caused issues between Sarah and Ellie? What if Ellie found out and hated me for it? As much as I like Joel I can’t afford any mistakes right now.

“I can’t give you what you deserve though. I can’t give you the whole relationship thing. I have to be careful though,” I blurt out. Joel places his mug back on the table. “In that meeting with the social worker, she said some things. I really like you, but Ellie comes first. Ellie always has to come first.”

“I understand that, I’m the same with Sarah.” Joel responds. He reaches his hands across the table and I take it in mine. “I’ll take you in whatever way I can have you.”

My heart sinks at his concession. It’s sweet, and every girl’s dream, but I don’t feel deserving of it. Why should he be relegated to stolen moments behind closed doors? It’s selfish to ask that of him.

Just then Esther crosses back over to our table. I pull my hand back from Joel’s grasp as she approaches. She grabs his bicep again and I got my teeth.

“Everything alright over here, sugar?” She asks Joel, completely ignoring me.

He flits his eyes up to her face and smiles back at her politely. Blood rushes through my ears as I watch her grip on his arm tighten. Screw it, I’ll be selfish. I grab Joel’s hand again and turn my attention to Esther.

“I think we’re good, thank you.” I respond with my best fake smile. Esther’s eyes move back to me and then my hand holding Joel’s.

“Alrighty then,” she says. She lets go of his arm and sulks away.

—

I rush to unlock the door the second Joel texts me to tell me he arrived. Sure enough, he’s standing on the front porch, the glow of the porch light illuminating the waves in his messy brown hair.

We’ve kept things quiet over the last couple days, being careful not to act any different around other people. It seems best to keep things secret for now. We’re not in a relationship, it’s more casual than anything. I’ve waited all week to get my hands on him. There was no good way to sneak in a visit during the school week, but the girls are having a sleepover at my house tonight. I texted him when they finally fell asleep and he came over immediately.

I look at the empty street around him and then grab a hold of the collar of his shirt and pull him into the house. He grips my hips for support as he follows me inside, smiling against my lips when he leans down to kiss me. I’m careful to close the door and lock it as quietly as I can to ensure the girls stay asleep in Ellie’s room upstairs.

There’s an excited energy coursing through me. I’m not sure whether it stems from the newness of this thing with Joel, the building pressure off barely having seen him sided we agreed to see what this is, or the rush of sneaking him around like a secret to be preserved just for me. Whatever it is, my body aches to feel him, to hold him, to be felt by him.

“Somebody’s excited,” Joel chuckles as he pulls my body closer to his. He kisses me again, deeper this time while he holds my hips against his.

“I need you,” I respond when we break away from each other. Joel squeezes my hips tighter, a low moan escaping his chest.

“Say it again,” Joel pleads.

“I need you, now Joel.” I say again. He whimpers at the sound of it. We don’t have a lot of time together tonight. He still has to head home when we’re done so the girls don’t get suspicious, and I can’t wait any longer. I press a quick peck to his lips and then take his hand to drag him up the stairs.

He quickly follows at my heels. I take him to my bedroom and push him back toward my bed. He topples onto the mattress, his hands gripping the sheets at his sides as I climb on top of him. I press my knees on either side of his thighs and lean down to press delicate kisses along the column of his neck.

“Fuck baby, what’re you-“ he gasps when my hands reach down to his belt buckle.

His body is already twitching under my grasp while I slowly undo his belt and throw it behind me on the floor. I lower his jeans next. His hands move from where they had been grasping the sheets to squeeze the sides of my thighs. I make quick work of his shirt next, pulling the buttons open and kissing down his exposed chest.

I press kisses all the way down his body, nipping and licking at the skin from time to time as well. When I reach the waistband of his underwear I press a kiss to his hip and slowly pull the boxers down his thighs as he throws his head back and groans.

His cock springs out at me, hard as a rock already. I’ve felt how large Joel was through his jeans before, when he pressed me down on his lap to grind against him until I came, but to see it is a completely different thing. Joel is huge, his cock easily bigger than any I’ve ever seen before let alone been with. The tip is already leaking a bead of pre-cum which I happily lick into my mouth.

His hips twitch as my lips press against his tip and he makes a quiet hissing sound through his teeth. I take his reaction as encouragement to continue, licking a delicate stripe up the side of his shaft. His hands tangle in my hair as he desperately fights to keep his moans quiet. I take more of him in my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down.

“Yes baby, god,” Joel groans. “Good girl, you’re doing so good.”

I hum appreciatively at his praise, causing his hold body to shiver and his hips to buckn further into my mouth. I choke slightly at first, but quickly adjust to take more of him down my throat.

He’s having a hard time suppressing his noises now. One of his hands adjusts in my hair to hold it in a makeshift ponytail while the other moves to his mouth. He bites down on his hand to muffle his sounds as he watches me through heavy eyes. I pull up for a moment, swirling my tongue around the tip before sinking my mouth back down again.

“Fuuuuccckk,” he moans around his hand. He starts to thrust his hips up, unable to hold back any longer. I welcome his length deeper into my mouth, the tip of his chock brushing against the back of my throat with each thrust. I continue to moan while my eyes water.

I haven’t always enjoyed this part, many of my boyfriends before were so rough with it, and quick to move on once they got what they wanted, but the sight of Joel coming further and further undone as I take him in my mouth makes me clench my thighs to ease the pressure at my core. I could do this all night, enjoying the feeling of him taking what he wants, but suddenly he pulls me off of him.

“Stop, stop,” he says exasperated. He breath comes out in pants while his cock twitches against his stomach.

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” I ask. Joel leans down and uses his thumb to wipe my cheeks off the tears that escaped while he fucked my throat.

“No baby, that was so good, but if you didn’t stop I was gonna come.” I stick out my bottom lip and pout.

“Isn’t that the point?” I ask. I reach my hand out to start pumping him again, but he grabs my wrist.

“Not before you it isn’t. I gotta be inside you tonight.” I whimper and he pulls me onto the bed.

Joel adjusts our positions so I’m splayed out on the bed with my head on the pillows. He slowly pulls my old t-shirt over my head, revealing my naked breasts. He groans at the sight of them and quickly lick over one of my nipples. My back arches into him involuntarily. It’s my turn now to muffle my sounds as he sucks on my nipple, releasing it with a pop before moving on to the next one.

When he’s satisfied he lowers his lips to nip at the underside of my boob and moves his hands down to push my sweatpants off and onto the floor. He traces his fingers over the center of my soaked panties.

“You’re so wet for me sweetheart,” he says. He moves his lips up to suck on my neck while he moves his fingers in circles over my panties. “She really been needing me that bad?”

I whimper in response, nodding my head in desperation as I squirm underneath him. He flashes a devilish grin.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you what you need.” He promises.

His fingers grip the waistband of my panties and he quickly pulls them off my body as well, leaving me completely bare in front of him. He stands over me, eyes roaming over my figure hungrily.

I move to cover myself, but Joel grabs my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand. His other hand slowly caresses my body while I whimper.

“Don’t you dare cover yourself, you’re too damn gorgeous for that.” He says as his hand moves lower.

He cups my mound and smiles when I buck my hips up for more. He carefully slips one of his fingers through my folds, watching my reaction as I squirm underneath him. I fight to keep my eyes on his face and spread my legs further for him.

His thumb reaches down to gently start making circles on my clit. I throw my head back, panting with my eyes squeezed shut. My back arches and Joel uses one of his hands to pin my hips down.

He slides further down the bed and slips two fingers inside me while his thumb continues to circle my clit. I moan quietly at the new feeling. His fingers are thick. It burns softly as my body stretches to welcome him further, but it’s not enough. I need all of him.

“C’mon baby. C’mon, give it to me.” He says, sending a shock through my whole body as his fingers start to thrust into me harder and faster.

I can feel my climax building. His fingers hurt a spot inside me that causes me to see stars. I bite my lip so hard that I can taste blood. The hands on my hip grips me tighter to keep my ass against the mattress. I climb higher and higher until I break.

I whimper Joel’s name as I come, his eyes never leaving my face while he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. When my orgasm finishes he stops for a brief moment to wrap his arms around my thighs. He pulls his mouth to my core, his breath fanning over my sensitive pussy before he begins licking through my folds.

I thrash underneath him, still sensitive from my orgasm, while he holds me still with his hands on my thighs. He sucks on my clit and then releases it with a pop.

“Knew you’d taste so good,” he groans. He kisses my thigh and immediately goes back to my core.

He thrusts his tongue inside me, swirling his tongue around then going back to sucking on my clit. My fingers card into his hair. One of his hands lets go of my thigh to bring his fingers back to my pussy. I pull on his curls as he slides three fingers inside, immediately finding the spot that makes my toes curl.

He smiles and hums against my clit as my pussy clenches around his fingers. I can already feel my next orgasm building.

“Joel, fuck. Joel.” I chant his name as I feel the edge approach. He moves his fingers faster, his tongue moving in quick motions over my clit as well. When my second orgasm washes over me I rush to cover my mouth to muffle my screams.

He continues lapping my juices as I come down, twitching from the sensitivity. When he’s satisfied he moves back up the bed to my lips and kisses me again. His beard is slick with me and I can taste myself in his tongue.

“You ready for me baby?” He asks when he finally manages to pull his lips off mine. I nod, quickly grabbing a condom out of the nightstand drawer and handing it to him. I need him.

Joel tears the foil open and rolls the condom down his length. Then he reaches down and rubs his cock through my folds. I gasp, tilting my hips against him. He smiles as he rubs the tip against my clit. He notches himself at my entrance and I whimper.

“Please, Joel, I can't wait any longer. I need you, plea-“ he slowly begins to sink into me. “Joel!”

I moan loudly as his cock stretches me open. He moves a hand up to my mouth to stifle my moans, grunting himself as he bottoms out. He is so deep inside me. I’m not sure if I’ve been with anyone as big as Joel before. He pauses once his hips are flush with mine. He reaches down as kisses me as my pussy throbs around him, and then he slowly pulls out almost completely. The breath is forced out of my lungs when he slams back into me.

He sets a steady pace, his cock hitting my g-spot with each thrust. I can already feel the next orgasm building as I focus on his grunts. So good. So good.

Joel moves his thumb down to my clit again. He moves it in small circles as he thrusts into me. My nails rake down his back, sure to leave marks behind, but it just stirs him on.

“That’s it baby, fuck! You gonna come again? You gonna come on my cock?” He asks. I’m dangling over the edge again. I moan out as he thrusts harder.

“Yes Joel, fuck. You feel so good. So fucking good inside me. Fuck! I’m going to come. I’m going to come again.”

My pussy clenches and then I let go, Joel moving his head to bite into my shoulder to keep himself from shouting out while I clench around him. When my orgasm subsides Joel pulls all the way out and flips me around on the bed.

“Hands and knees sweetheart,” he directs. I do as he says, spreading my knees apart for him. He groans as he looks at my glistening folds and then quickly pushes himself back inside me. “Fuck, you’re so good baby. Feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock like that.”

He wraps my hair around his fist and pounds into me hard. Each thrust has his hips slamming into my ass. I’m starting to feel weak after my three orgasms, shaking slightly as my hands try to keep my upper body off the mattress.

A familiar tightening begins in my core. I didn’t know it was possible to orgasm this much in one night, but my next one starts building again. Joel is close too, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he moans more. He leans down to press his chest against my back while continuing his thrusts.

“One more sweet girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Been doing so good for me. Give me one more and then I’ll let go.”

I whimper as I get closer, my fists baking the sheets up tightly as he continues to slam his hips into me. He moves his chest off my back and pulls my hair again which immediately sends me over the edge. My arms collapse and I cry out as the pleasure takes over.

“Good girl, fuck, perfect. You’re perfect.” Joel grunts. He slams his hips into mine once, twice, and then he spills into the condom.

He groans as he lets go, one hand gripping my hips tightly while the other stays tangled in my hair. His body twitches against mine for a couple of minutes until he pulls out, tying the condom and throwing it away. I stay laying on the bed while he slips his boxers on and sneaks across the hall to the bathroom. When he comes back he has a warm washcloth. He gently cleans between my thighs and puts the cloth in the laundry bin before returning to bed.

I immediately wrap a leg around him and put my head on his chest while he lies down. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around me to pull me close.

“If you want to keep this secret I can’t stay all night,” Joel whispers into my hair.

“I know, just a little longer.” I respond. He kisses the top of my head and we rest, listening to the soft sounds of each other's breath until I hear Joel drift into sleep.

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I watch the clock with bleary eyes as Joel’s chest rises and lowers under my head. He can’t stay all night, despite how much I want him to, so I stay awake.

I memorize the feeling of his hand on my hip, and the rush waving through my hair with each exhale. I draw patterns on his bare chest with my fingertips, lingering on the raised scar tissue in places. I trace the outlines of his sleeping face in my mind, so tranquil. His usual worry lines fade slightly. They’re still pressed into his skin, inevitably they’ll become wrinkles some day, but they’re faint now.

At 5:30 I wake him up. I say his name softly and press gentle kisses to his skin. He stirs slowly underneath me and blinks while he tries to assess his surroundings. His arms instinctively pull me closer to him, causing my body to melt into his.

“They’ll be up in a couple hours, you gotta go,” Joel groans. He buries his face in my hair. I find myself debating if it really would be that bad if they found out. For all we know Sarah and Ellie could love the idea, but now is probably not the time to test that theory.

He presses a kiss to my forehead before he pulls away and sits up. He stretches out his body, grunting at the effort. I slide off the bed and grab his flannel from the floor. Joel watches me put it on with a big smile on his face.

“What?” I ask, blushing. His eyes moved slowly from his oversized flannel hanging on my shoulders to my bare legs underneath.

“Nothin’” he responds, the twang in his voice more evident when combined with the deep tone of his morning voice. “You just look beautiful is all.”

He slips on his boxers and jeans then pulls his socks and shoes back on as well. Before he walks down the hallway I peek into Ellie’s room. Both her and Sarah are still fast asleep, their heads pressed together as they share Ellie’s bed.

Joel looks in on them over my shoulder and then I quietly close the bedroom door. I hold his hand as I sneak him across the hallway and down the stairs. I feel like a teenager again, sneaking my boyfriend down the stairs before my parents can notice.

He lingers at the front door, gripping my jaw and pulling me in for another kiss. His other hand grips my hip over the top of his flannel and pulls me close to him. I tangle my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

When we separate he kisses my forehead one more time and walks out the door. I stay on the doorstep and watch his truck pull away, Joel stopping to wave at me before he makes his way out of the neighborhood.

I try to get some sleep afterward, but I end up just tossing and turning in bed while smiling like an idiot. I look at the click on my nightstand and decide I probably still have a bit of time before Ellie wakes up. I take a deep breath of Joel’s scent in the flannel, taking it off to change into my painting clothes.

I check Ellie’s bedroom door one more time before I slip into our parents’ room. The floor crinkles when I step onto the paper I placed on the hardwood in order to protect it from any paint splatter. I pick up supplies and start a new canvas, absentmindedly stroking my brush across the empty space.

I mix different shades of pink, purple, and blue to create a sunrise, but each color also morphs into the shape of him. The dark brown mountain tops shift into the waves of his hair. The golden peach color of the sky adding highlights to his skin. I lose track of everything but the details of the paint until I hear the sound of a knock at the bedroom door. Shit.

I shift the painting out of view from the door and put my supplies back on the dresser. Ellie is standing at the door when I open it. She looks at me confused before she peers into the room behind me.

“I’m so sorry,” I say. I try to leave the room and close the door, but Ellie grabs it from me and opens it wider.

“What are you?” I stand aside so she can see I haven’t moved any of the furniture. She pinches her eyebrows together and looks at the canvases I have laying around the space.

“Nothing, I’ve just been getting back into painting again and I needed some space,” Ellie walks inside while I stand in the hallway. “I know I should’ve told you first. This was their room and it was off limits. If you’re not comfortable with it I can totally move my stuff out.”

Ellie makes her way around the room, looking at the different paintings I have leaning against the walls. It’s not a large collection, but I’ve managed to get a couple done over the last week. She stops in front of the first painting I completed.

It’s a meadow. Wildflowers bloom in the foreground while two girls play in the distance behind them with the evening sun setting under the mountains. Ellie leans in closer to see the faces of the girls, recognizing them as her and I.

“These are really good,” Ellie says with a smile on her face.

I look at the paintings as well. I don’t like to brag, but I truly do feel like this is some of the best work I’ve ever done. I can visibly see the emotion on every canvas. Each piece tells a story. I’ve painted great art before, but there’s a level of vulnerability to these pieces I’ve never attempted before.

“Thank you,” I respond.

I watch Ellie run her hand across the dresser next. She walks to mom’s closet and holds One of her shirts in her hands as it hangs off the hanger.

“She would’ve loved that you’re painting in here.” Ellie says with her back to me.

Ellie walks back to the painting of her and I. I move to be next to her, both of us focused on the painting. The version of us on the canvas are the girls who don’t yet know tragedy. They dance in a meadow of wildflowers with nothing holding them back. They are girls, they are sisters, they are free to live and love without limits.

“I think it’s okay. This space was meant to be lived in.” Ellie says. I bite my lip and nod. “They’re not coming back.”

Ellie turns to me, my eyes watering a bit as I fight tears. I can’t tell if it was a question, or a statement, but she doesn’t wait for my response.

“It’s time for us to move on I think.” She says. A couple of her own tears slip from her eyes. I reach over and wrap her in a hug. She squeezes me tight as she hugs me back.

“When did you get to be so smart?” I laugh, tears escaping my eyes as well. Ellie’s bedroom door opens and Sarah makes her way across the hall.

Ellie and I both let go, quickly drying our eyes before Sarah can notice. She looks at the art around the room as well.

“Wow, this is so cool! You painted all these?” Sarah asks.

She looks at the one I was just working on. I hold in my breath, hoping she doesn’t notice the similarity to her father. She doesn’t mention anything.

“Yeah, I’ve been getting back into it.” I respond. She moves over to the painting where Ellie and I stand.

“You’re really good.” I thank her. It’s actually kind of exciting to see their reactions to my paintings. It feels as though I’ve regained a piece of me.

The girls look at the different paintings, commenting on the colors I used and debating on what is happening in each one. They both ask me if I can show them how to paint which I happily agree to, it’ll be nice to share something with them the way our mom shared it with me.

When the girls are done assessing my work we go downstairs for breakfast. The girls hurry downstairs to start pulling out the ingredients for blueberry pancakes. I open the bedroom curtains before I go, letting the sunlight enter the room one more. When I leave the room, I keep the door open.

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[iheartduckie]

oikawa tōru’s route

from this post!

reader x oikawa tōru (best friends to lovers)

headcanons | 600+ words | gender neutral

warnings: this is unedited!!!

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- of all people, you didn’t think that you’d fall for your childhood friend, oikawa tōru

- it all started when he came by your house, asking if you wanted to play with him and his friend iwaizumi

- his mom and sister love you, and always joked that you were tōru’s little s/o (causing little oikawa to blush and grab your hand as a flustered habit)

- from that day on, the three (3) of you stayed as friends, attracted to the hip until high school

- when you realized that you liked tōru in your first year of high school, all of the once friendly habits left you butterflies

- from how he likes ruffling your hair, putting his arm over your shoulder, meeting your glance in the classroom- it all left you hoping for more from him

- not really minding if your other bestie knew, you first told iwaizumi about your crush, and if he were honest he knew the whole time

- despite the hints of your interest in him, oikawa was oblivious..

- we all know how he thrives in the attention of his fans, and you’d be lying if you were to tell iwa that you didn’t care- and although it did hurt him to see you this dejected, he respected your wishes and never told oikawa

- by your third year, you were a strong and independent individual. you were still best friends with both oikawa and iwaizumi, but your feelings for oikawa never faltered.. even tho you were trying to deny these ‘unwanted’ feelings

- and oikawa being himself, he didn’t exclude you from his flirty shenanigans, leaving the whole team and bestie iwa to witness your mutual pining, EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU DROPPED BY THEIR PRACTICES OR HUNG OUT WITH THEM (!)

- it was when you saw how oikawa sizzled down his flirting with the fans when iwa told you how oikawa returned your feelings

- now, kinda silly of you, you thought that iwa was kidding and continued doing you

- although oikawa still continued to pin after you, so after telling iwaizumi his whole elaborate plan on how he’d confess to you, he decided to go in for the kill, execute his plan on the day you both met, way back when

- poor iwaizumi hajime, he deserves a lot for having to deal with you both

- on said day, oikawa seemed to be nervous- a little out of character for him, but you didn’t look into it,, and asked you if he could walk you home after practice

- when you went to met him, you were also sure to greet iwa and when you asked if anything was wrong with oikawa. he simply gave you a knowing smile and ruffled your hair, sending you on your way.

- the whole walk was unintentionally awkward, with the unaddressed tension in the air,, so you both didn’t talk until you asked him about it, in front of your house

- as the moon shone above, he let you know how he felt about you,, so sincerely with words from the heart.

“listen, recently, i’m not sure why i barely realized this now, but i feel like i’ve actually felt like this forever. throughout our whole friendship, yn, i’ve been in love with you. all of the simple things you do, the sound of your laugh, the way your so caring towards others and i- it’s just,” he gave a small laugh before meeting your eyes before taking a deep breath, “you just take my breath away.. would you go out with me?”

- he was overwhelmed when you accepted his confession, immediately hugging you and kissing your cheek

- all was well, until your mom called for you from the porch and playfully scolding oikawa for seeing someone this late

- the two of you parted with a high five quick kiss, leaving oikawa to stare lovingly at your figure as you let yourself in..

- you were ultimately in love with your best friend

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[neevblanc]

„curious” ♡

a/n —hey all! hope ur doin' well, drink water if you haven't! have this as a treat. it's 2k and some more but i cant be bothered to check for specifics. (p.s sorry if the tarot aspects of this are wonky! i did my best to research and i pulled reference from my sister's experience with tarot cards/reading.)

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Dazai Osamu x GN!reader

Tags— 22/ada dazai, flirting?, pre-slash, don't question why reader's given a key, reader works under ango but he's also they're dad figure, it's a whole thing, mentions of sskk though not explicitly platonic or romantic, take that as you wish, dazai's infuriating habit of burying feelings and then one day he'll die

CW/TW— dazai. (/j, none i can think of.)

note — reader's ability in this is based on one that my friend chose for our self-ship au. "Teacher of Truth by Saneatsu Mushanokoji: The user can employ tarot cards to gain insight into the past, current, and possible future situations. The user needs to know what each of the cards mean in order to properly interpret what they say." it's from a post on tumblr, but I couldn't find it for the life of me! i'll credit if i can. anyway, it's been tweaked a little so i'm here to explain. in this, reader can choose to use their ability during a reading or not, but the tarot cards are always personal to them. people they know will sometimes show in the cards if they're important to them.

The next time Dazai sees you, it’s well before the ADA opens for the day. He’d admittedly had a rough night—sleep evaded him like always, and he hadn’t had dinner because of his own laziness. His futon was impossibly comfy. How was he meant to part with its loving warmth?

The Door to the agency creaks open, the sound not unlike the groan of the cafe floorboards only steps away. One of Dazai’s favorite activities was purposely seeking out the creaky floorboards and dancing on them so loud Kunikida would have to berate him, of course. He was intimately familiar with the annoying sounds this old building could make.

The office is darker than during working hours, but he notices the meager amount of lights still switched on. Distantly, he knows Kunikida would’ve blown a gasket about the electric bill if he had found them still on. He takes a step into the room-

Something rustles. Downstairs, an old radio plays a song he does not recognize. Pigeons flutter and coo from outside the window.

Somebody was in the agency, and had it been any of his fellow detectives, he’d have known.

“Hmmm, what’s this,” he mutters absently, volume low enough to alert whoever it was had decided to trespass.

”Dazai-san?” a soft voice calls, and Dazai pauses for a moment. A short, hollow sound follows—cards shuffling. He bites the inside of his cheek. How curious.

”Last I checked, you don’t clock in with the rest of us measly agents. Surely Ango’s fuming by now?” He hums, stepping into view of you. you’re sat at Atsushi’s desk, bag perched on top of Atsushi’s empty report trays. Dazai almost smirks at the sight— silly Atsushi, always rushing to complete everything in a timely manner. One day, he’d get him to turn them in later, hopefully months later- like he did.

”Hm, no. I clocked in earlier, but Ango wanted me over here early. Something about a mission I have to hand over to Fukuzawa-dono. I got a key from him last time, so I just let myself in.” you explained. Dazai pulled his own chair out and collapsed into it, peering down at what your hands were busying themselves with.

He realizes they’re tarot cards. Thick and sturdy under your fingers, you set them up neatly in front of yourself. The backs are a matte purple, decorated with silver details that glint as the sunrise light hits them for just a fraction of a second. The illustrations seem to flicker with movement, almost like snapshots of time shifting through an old camera, frame after frame.

”What’s got you so busy?” he asks, exaggeratingly leaning over to look at the cards. You laugh and smile, expression wobbly. He notes the change. You briefly shake out the bracelet laying on your wrist, almost nervously. You lay the last card on the desk’s surface. Atsushi’s cute cat clock ticks from where it’s placed near his report trays.

“I do readings for the day early in the morning, just in case. Sometimes, I don’t even use my ability.” You explain, keeping your voice low so as not to break the morning peace. Dazai glances at the cat clock. Soon, the secretaries and Kunikida will clock in and begin their work day. He focuses back on you and grins, intrigued.

“Anxious, then? I guess the ability to see the future will do that to ‘ya.” Dazai sighed, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand. He was content to watch you finish setting the cards down in a formation he admittedly did not understand.

” What does that one mean?” he says, pointing to one of the cards. Its flickering surface shows a woman with mint-colored hair pulled up into a bun. Behind her, there’s a black mass, and she seems to be standing in a graveyard. There are two Xs at the top of the card. You redirect your attention to the card he’s hovering his finger over and smile.

”That’s Judgment—renewal, reflection, awakening, or reckoning. For a personal reading, it would mean going through a period of self-evaluation or maybe even trying to understand the people around you and your situation more.” You explain, seemingly done with the spread and setting down the other cards nearby. Dazai purses his lips.

”Sounds gloomy. Lame!” He huffs, upset by his choice. you gasp and narrow your eyes.

”Don’t call them lame! You’ll piss them off, Dazai.” You hiss, smacking him on the arm. Dazai grins and leans closer, smile growing coy.

”Really now? And how exactly does one do that?” Dazai prods. You stick your tongue out and cross your arms.

“Not telling. Now shut up and let me do my reading.” You grumble, eyes flicking over the cards. Dazai whines and throws himself forward, almost shoving you off of Atsushi’s chair.

”Dude!” You yelp, hands scrambling to grasp his coat as he rights himself. Dazai grabs you by the shoulders and shakes, intent on being the biggest possible nuisance.

”That’s boring! Do your reading laterrrr; it won’t matter, right? Ne- do a reading for me! I wanna know my future,” He begs, grinning. You blink and scowl, pushing him away.

”First off, it would matter. Doing a reading later would be a completely different outcome. Just wait. All I have to do is interpret these. I’ll do yours after.” You grumble, adjusting their sleeves and settling back into the chair. Dazai harrumphs but settles into his own chair to watch you silently read the cards.

You focus back on the cards, and Dazai settles himself by watching you idly. You’re dressed in what you always wear to work, but it’s casual enough to know doubt have been breaking the dress code had you not been working under Ango for so long.  There’s a small scrunch to your nose as you focus on your task, and Dazai can spot how you run your tongue over your teeth in thought. Dazai looks away pointedly. Taking a few breaths, he forcibly clears his mind. How odd.

”Okay, done.” You hum, straightening and starting to pick up the cards. He shifts so his whole body is faced toward you. You take gentle care of the cards, putting them back into the deck.

”Why do they flicker like that? You aren’t using your ability,” he asks, curious about the shifting images on the cards. You shrug.

”Don’t know. It happens no matter what deck I use, though I prefer using this one. The images just shift into the same ones most of the time, though some have changed over time.” You explain, shuffling the cards. Dazai reaches out and hovers over your hand before poking the back of it gently. You let him despite knowing the outcome.

The images on the cards still lying on the table flicker, completely uninterrupted, even as Dazai feels the shiver of his ability eating away at yours. He hums and pulls away. He hadn’t been paying attention when he jostled you earlier, but you were right- they were unaffected.

”Strange, but not unheard of. Some ability effects aren’t considered active enough for my ability to erase.” Dazai says, allowing you to continue. you finish and present him with the deck, pulling away when he goes to take them.

”Don’t be mean to them. They’ll be mean to you. You can’t even think anything negative; they’ll know. You’re gonna cut the deck in 3, okay? We’ll do a simple reading.” you explain, and only once Dazai agrees (crosses his heart and hopes to die!) is he gently handed the cards.

”What do you want to read? We can focus on love, or money, or your career, things like that.” You say. Dazai ponders for a moment before sniffing, mouth settled into a pompous pout.

”I want to know if someone will finally be interested in a double suicide with me.” He huffs. You scoff.

”You’re insane. Okay, so love. Think about that while you cut them.” You nod, giving him the go-ahead. He runs his fingers over the well-loved edges and slots his thumbs through the deck where it feels right, setting the individual cuts down on the desk before them. He tries to take it as seriously as possible, though thinking about love has always made him squirm and itch beneath his skin.

You reach over once he’s done and clear your throat, carefully picking the top cards on each deck and laying them out in front of him. On the left, the first card flipped is a wheel, seemingly in the sky and surrounded by clouds. The clouds float by calmly, though Dazai can’t find anything particularly personal to you the way some of the other cards would show.

It’s made a little more difficult considering the card’s orientation- upside down.

You hum at it before moving on. The card in the middle is revealed, and this one piques his interest. He grins a little at the image. Two figures hold goblets in their hands, strings of power rising from the cups and meeting above their heads to form a Yin and Yang sign. The figures are startingly familiar- one dark-haired, the other light-haired. Accents in their hair match each other, silver and black clashing and melding nicely. This one’s facing right-side up. The image flickers to show the energy that swirls around, occasionally circling their respective holders.

The last one flicks onto the wooden desk with a hollow sound. The image is soft, not unlike the first one with the blue sky. A sun takes up the upper half, rays pronounced against the sky. Ttheire’s a little kid in the illustration, their beaming face scrunched up in happiness. There’s a flag clutched in one hand, with the other gripping onto the mane of the white horse they’re perched upon. Sunflowers frame them, peaking over the illustrated garden wall behind them.

It’s an endlessly endearing picture, and from the smile, he has a feeling he knows who it is. Like the last one, it’s right-side up.

You settle your chin against your palm, leaning on the table with a hum.

”That’s….a really nice reading, actually.” You move to point at the cards. Dazai sits patiently with his hands on his lap. Nothing more fascinating than seeing someone in their element, he supposed.

”That first one is The Wheel of Fortune. Upside down, it’s a little darker. It represents your past,” you pause, looking at him for a moment. “I think for you, it’s focused on the feeling of helplessness—lack of power or control…like you had love but couldn’t control how and when you lost it,” you say, your voice soft. Dazai fights to ignore the discomfort building in his throat.

”Well, what can I say? My dark past haunts me,” he bemoans, and you huff a soft laugh. You move on to the next card- the cups. You look a little embarrassed by this one.

”This one is the present. Two cups represent…well, partnership. More specifically, the realization of a new partnership. This one can be pretty romantic. I guess you’ve got something to look forward to soon,” you say, pointedly ignoring the images of his two kohais. He grins, sparing you of the teasing. He didn’t know how well you even knew Akutagawa- but it was amusing to see everyone could see what those two denied vehemently.

”The last one is the future. You got The Sun, which is actually really sweet.” Through your embarrassment, Dazai watches a sweet smile grow on your face. He matches it easily.

“It means joy and success, for you in particular. It means…whatever or whoever your two cups is for, you’ll be very happy together.” You say, and Dazai sighs wistfully.

”Maybe someone will finally want to commit suicide with me! This news might keep me alive a day longer just yet,” Dazai coos. You groan and take a deep breath, seemingly ignoring him as you duck your head down and then start to put the cards back.

”You better hope you didn’t piss this deck off, Dazai.” you huff, glaring. Dazai pouts, cradling his face in his hands.

“What?! I followed all your rules; I would never,” he whines. You flip him off and busily tuck the cards into a soft leather pouch. He lets his hands drop and watches for a moment.

”Thanks for the reading,” Dazai says, his voice back to normal. You glance at him and smile.

”Yeah, no problem. It’s nice to read without my ability once in a while,” you admit, expression soft. He grins. Something stirs in his chest.

”You can read me whenever you want, lovely.” He purrs jokingly. You startle, flushing. You glare and kick him with your foot.

”Don’t say shit like that,” you mutter. Dazai whines out a laugh, having settled on teasing you until he could see the smoke coming out your ears.

Before he could continue, the door creaks open, and the overhead lights flick on. Multiple people come shuffling in, and Dazai can hear Kunikida conversing lowly with Fukuzawa. The secretaries also file in, chattering contently amongst themselves. Fukuzawa and Kunkida pause only to greet them both. you wave politely, and Dazai salutes them both.

you blink your eyes to adjust to the light now flooding the room. Dazai huffs and stands with a groan.

”Alright, I’ve got five minutes to get out of here. You’ll be going in to see Shachou, right?” He asks, stretching. you stand and nod, giving him a look.

”Where are you going?” you ask, picking up your bag. He groans at the way his back pops as he rights himself from his stretching.

”Home. I only came here 'cause I was bored. But in the long run, it’ll be a lot funnier if Kunikida’s mad all morning when I don’t show up~” He snickers. you shake your head, a smile pulling at your mouth.

“You’re so lame. See you, then.” You sighed, heading down the hall Kunikida and Fukuzawa had disappeared down.

”And yet you love me. ‘Till we meet again,” he calls, pointedly ignoring the yell you let out.

”Whatever!” you yelped, and Dazai let the agency door click closed behind him.

He grins. Curious indeed.

note — can you tell i love brothers! atsushi and dazai? also, the woman in Judgement is Mizuki Tsujimura, who I headcanon is pretty good friends with reader in this one. :) please let me know if there are any pronoun inconsistencies! this was originally written with she/her pronouns, and i did my best to fix it to match the gender neutral style i like to use for tumblr stuffs.

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[hawkins-losers]

I think we kissed but I forgot | Robin Buckley x Harrington!Reader

Summary: Robin wakes up in her crush’s bed

Word count: 1.5k

Request: Can I get ‘’I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.’’ with Robin?

A/N: I’ve been working on this since September...kinda forgot about it

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Holy shit, Robin slipped as she woke up in someone else's bed – naked. Not just someone's bed, Steve's sister's bed.

Your back was turned to her, soundly sleeping on your silk pillowcase. Your side of the covers had been kicked during the night and your sleep shirt had ridden up, uncovering your butt. Robin's cheeks went hot, trying to look away but failing. It was just as nice up close than all the times she had caught a glimpse of it in the P.E. changing rooms.

Robin was trying not to freak out, but how can you not freak out when you wake up naked next to the girl you had a crush on for over two years?

She'll forever remember the way you had tapped her shoulder in English class and sweetly asked if you could borrow a pen from her. The moment had been rom-com-esque, but Robin never had the guts to make a move or talk to you outside that class, too scared you would make fun of her or reject her – which sounded terrifying for a closeted band girl who has a hard time making friends.

Now that she had become best friends with Steve, you by default snaked your way into her life. Robin couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing. On one hand, she got to see you and talk to you in less anxiety inducing situations – like school. It also increased the possibilities of making a total fool of herself in front of you.

The odds turned in her favor because you took a liking into her. All of your secret moments in a crowded room were engraved in Robin's mind. The many fits of laughter and inside jokes she and you shared. Every time her name would fall from your tongue, everything would just stop. And when you tucked her hair behind her ear the other night, Robin combusted.

She was falling so deep and fast for you, which was making this confusing wake up so much more difficult for her.

How did she end up in that situation? It wasn't in Robin's habits to wake up in someone else's bed with barely any memories from the previous night. Perhaps it was the beer she had last night?

''Don't think too hard, it'll make your hangover worse.''

Your voice snapped Robin out of her mind, having not realized you were awake. Her eyes went into panic mode and she pulled the comforter over her bare chest, feeling body-shy. At least her panties were still on, shielding her intimate part.

There was a lazy smile on your face as you looked at her, the sunlight turning her shoulder golden. ''Good morning, beautiful.''

Robin's cheeks turned red, fighting a smile. No one had ever called her that.

Instead of saying 'good morning too', Robin's mouth began word-vomiting – and it wouldn't stop. ''I don't think morning is the appropriate term of time to be using as it's almost noon and noon is not part of morning. Not in that sense. It's part of lunch, but we can't say 'good lunch' because that's phonically wrong and only to be used when someone is going on lunch break or to get lunch-''

A soft laugh spilled from your lips, listening to her nervous rambling. ''What should I say, then?'' you asked, staring up into her blue eyes.

''I-I don't know...'' she stammered, a little tongue tied from your shameless flirting and the way you were looking at her.

''Are you getting all shy on me?'' You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile creeping on your face. ''You weren't so shy last night when you were dancing on tables – that's where you lost your shirt.''

Sheer horror flashed in Robin's eyes. Oh god. This was worse than she thought... Dancing on tables and stripping was I-want-to-cralw-in-a-hole-and-die type of embarrassing. It's the kind of thing that earns you an ascend to being the main subject of town gossip for months.

You nudged your knee against hers, grinning. ''I'm joking, babe.''

The term of endearment sent a kaleidoscope in Robin's stomach. This was superior to 'beautiful' in her books. She wanted to scream into a pillow.

Instead, she wacked you in the face with it for making her think she had made a fool of herself last night. On a positive note, she won't have to explain to her mother why people are calling her 'sugar-tits' in the street.

You broke into laughter as the pillow hit you, catching it and tugging on it, causing Robin to lose balance and topple on top of you. The harsh movement had made her hair fall in her face. You reached out and brushed them off of her eyes, making eye contact as you did.

''You did, however, kiss me after I drunkenly serenaded you with Madonna's Crazy for You.''

''I kissed you?'' It sounded almost impossible.

You nodded, ghosting your fingers up and down Robin's ribcage, reminding her that she was still very naked now that she wasn't holding the comforter and that you could see her tits in all their glory. You didn't pay them any attention though.

''It was a very nice kiss.'' You glanced down at her lips, then back to her eyes, dying to taste her again.

Robin didn't remember – unfortunately.

''How- Did we..?'' She felt timid to ask, but she needed to know.

You shook your head, sensing Robin's train of thoughts. ''We didn't do anything.''

She breathed a sigh of relief. She already did not remember your first kiss, she didn't want to also not remember your first time. That would've been an utter bummer – and very sad.

''Just some making out and heavy petting,'' you continued, dragging your finger over her freckled thigh up to her knee, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She was so reactive to your touch. ''You even made your mark on me.'' You pulled at the collar of your shirt, revealing a small hickey.

Robin's cheeks turned red. She wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Her drunk-self was more daring – wilder – than sober Robin. ''I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mark you like that. I don't even know how to give hickeys! I don't know what took me, I'm never drinking again, I-''

You put a finger over her lips to silence her rambling and shook your head. ''Don't apologize. I like it...a lot.''

''You do?''

You nodded, hooking the finger that was on Robin's lips under her chin, tilting it and capturing her lips into a kiss.

The delicate touch alone made Robin's brain fog, completely new to this kind of affection. She had kissed some boy during a game of spin the bottle when she was eleven, but it had been a peck. This kiss was...she didn't know how to describe it. All she knew was that it invaded all her senses and she could only focus on your mouth against hers, moving slowly and tenderly.

Then, your stomach started gurgling.

You pulled back, making Robin whine at the loss of contact, wishing you had kissed her longer. ''Do you want to go down and get breakfast?'' you asked, playing with the short hair at the back of her neck.

Robin shook her head.

''Are you not hungry?''

''No. It's not that. I...''

''What is it, then?''

The sweetness in your voice made her pliant and she hated it.

''I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you. This, kissing in bed with you, feels like a dream. I've wanted this for so long. I don't want this moment to end, I don't want us to end once we walk out that door.''

Robin hated being vulnerable and talking about her feelings and emotions. It gave people material to tease her, to make fun of her. She felt a little safer with you, though. Unlike most, she knew you wouldn't use her words against her.

However, confessing something of the sort still made her nervous.

''What if I told you I'll still want to kiss you after breakfast? Would you come down for breakfast, then?'' You raised an eyebrow, waiting for her answer. ''Perhaps we could come back here and cuddle.''

Robin's eyes lifted slowly, meeting yours. ''Y-yeah?''

You nodded. ''I don't have any plans today. I'm all yours – if you want me.''

''I want you. I mean, not like that. Well, maybe like that, but I don't think I'm ready for sex yet and-'' You chuckled at her rambling. Robin stopped, realizing you had caught what she meant and she could shut up now. ''Breakfast. Let's go make breakfast. But first, can I borrow some clothes? Steve and I are best friends, but I don't feel comfortable being naked in his presence.''

When you and Robin came down for breakfast, Steve was in the kitchen with a terrible bed head, emptying cans of beers from last night into the sink. He greeted you both, noticing but kindly not pointing out that Robin was wearing a shirt that wasn't hers and that she had slept over – not in the guest room.

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I'll Be the Vision of Your Happiness (Dallas Winston/Reader)

Summary: "And then there was Dallas Winston. He was a troublemaker through and through and while he spent too much time behind bars for your liking, he also crashed on the couch in your living room often enough that you couldn't help but consider him a part of the fucked up little family you had. He was a rebel and a notorious flirt and had an obvious thing for you. You couldn't take him or his advances seriously, though. Not when he was always looking for his next fight or lay."  Word Count: 5.7k Author's Note: Just a silly, self-indulgent little thing I've had on my mind for years. I finally decided to write because damn it, I had to. Reader is Darry's, Soda's, and Ponyboy's sister. Just a year younger than Darry. Title comes from the song Earth Angel, because that was the title of this fic up until a few moments ago. Huge canon divergence in this fic...because I had to.

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Everyone on your side of town had a rough life, but growing up, you never would have guessed. Your parents had done their best to shield you from the worst of it and it wasn't until they were gone that you realized just how much they did for you and your brothers.  

Even though you were only a year younger than him, Darry tried to take full responsibility for you and your younger brothers. He quit school and got himself a job and then another one when he realized that wasn't going to cut it. When you tried to follow in his footsteps, he chewed you out for trying to ruin your life.  

"You even think of dropping out and so help me--" 

"So you get to bear the weight of all of our worlds on your shoulders, but I can't help? What the fuck, Dar? That's not fair," you argued, knowing that getting Darryl to budge would be near impossible, but you had to try.  

"Watch your language," Darry scolded, shooting you a disapproving glare.  

"You're not dad, Dar," you reminded him. "And just because you're the oldest--" 

"All of you are my responsibility. Who else is going to keep a roof over our heads? Mom and dad are gone and I'm the only one who can take care of the rest of you." 

"That's bullshit and you know it. Listen, I don't have to go to school--" 

"Stop," Darry snapped, his tone final, warning you not to argue. "You're going to school and you're gonna make something of yourself. Got it?" 

You knew it was no use trying to get through Darry's stubbornness, so you continued taking classes, but you would be damned if you didn't contribute. So, you got a job as a waitress on the other side of the train tracks, catering to socs and taking their money to benefit a bunch of greasers.  

Because while you had your brothers, you also couldn't deny that the rest of the gang was your family as well.  

Your not-so-secret favorite of the bunch was Two-Bit, because even though he was constantly mouthing off, he was also someone you knew would always have your back. He used his shoplifting habit to pick up things he thought you would like and while you didn't want to encourage him, you couldn't help but think he was incredibly sweet for someone who was always cracking jokes about everything and everyone. 

Johnny Cade was an absolute sweetheart and even though Ponyboy was the baby of the group, Johnny gave off a youthful innocence that had you wondering half the time how he ended up with a bunch of guys who would rather let their fists win their fights than words. You hated Johnny's parents for not protecting him from the world like they were meant to, so you took it upon yourself to watch out for him when you could and brought him food from the restaurant you worked at, since you knew his parents barely took the time to make sure he was eating enough.   

Steve Randall was Soda's best friend and while you hated the way he was so dismissive of Pony, you tolerated him for Sodapop's sake. It wasn't a secret he wasn't your favorite of the bunch and you had a feeling that the sentiment was mutual.  

And then there was Dallas Winston. He was a troublemaker through and through and while he spent too much time behind bars for your liking, he also crashed on the couch in your living room often enough that you couldn't help but consider him a part of the fucked up little family you had. He was a rebel and a notorious flirt and had an obvious thing for you. You couldn't take him or his advances seriously, though. Not when he was always looking for his next fight or lay.  

It didn't make sense and it was dysfunctional as all get out, but they were your family, and you'd do anything for them.  

The day your life got flipped around for what felt like the thousandth time, you were sitting on the porch steps, reading a book for class. You were drawn from the story of fake identities and counts seeking revenge by your brother's distressed voice.  

"Pony!" You heard Soda yell before he took off. Two-Bit, Johnny, and Steve were right behind him, barely taking a second to hesitate before following your brother into what sounded like a fight.   

You stood, carelessly throwing your book down on the steps, before you rushed toward the sounds of yelling and cursing and punches being thrown. All you managed to catch was the end of the scuffle, surprised to see Dally there, since the last thing you knew he was locked up again. He threw a rock at the socs' car, nearly hitting the back window, sending it skittering across the road as the socs fled.  

It was then you saw Ponyboy, blood welling from a cut on his neck.  

"What the fuck did they do to you?" You hissed, dropping to your knees at your brother's side.  

"They ran him down," Soda answered, tipping Pony's head back to get a better look at the cut. "Shit, Pony," he sighed, wincing at the sight of the blood staining his neck.  

"What the hell were you thinking anyway?" Darry asked, surprising you. You hadn't even seen your older brother approach, but you shouldn't have been surprised that if there was trouble, he wouldn't let it go ignored. "You shouldn't be walking around by yourself." 

"I wanted to see a movie," Pony offered, letting Two-Bit help him to his feet.  

"Movies and books," Darry scoffed, reaching out to tap a finger against Pony's forehead. "You're going to be so caught up in that head of yours one day that you're not gonna see the hit coming." 

"Aw, lay off him," Soda told Darry, starting to lead Pony back to the house. "Those things make him happy."  

"Next time you want to go to the movies, I'll give you a ride," you offered, not liking the idea of your baby brother walking all over town by himself. It wasn't just the socs you had to worry about. There were rowdy greasers and people who wouldn't take too kindly to a greaser walking on their side of town. You didn't want him getting jumped again, so you would do just about anything to prevent it.   

"And next time you need a ride," Dallas started, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "you know where to find me." 

"Dallas," you groaned, pushing him away. "What about Sylvia, huh?" 

Dallas' face scrunched up in annoyance before he shrugged his shoulders. "Cheated on me while I was locked up," he answered before reaching out to ruffle Johnny's hair. "That chick couldn't even wait a few months for me." 

"Shocker," you drawled, ignoring Dallas' noise of protest, before you sat back down on the porch steps and picked up your book.  

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dally asked, indignation in his tone.  

"Nothing. Just...," you trailed off, glancing up at Dallas. "Are you noticing a pattern with the kind of girls you go with?" 

"Well, it's not like you're giving me the time of day. Just say the word, babe," he added with a confident smirk.  

"Alright, can you two stop flirting and just get married already or something already?" Two-Bit joked, bumping into Dallas' side. "I'm sure Pony here would make a great flower girl, though. Leaving a trail of grease down the aisle and everything." 

"Knock it off, Keith," you scolded Two-Bit, grinning when his cheeks flushed red. You were the only one who got away with calling him by his actual name and you only ever used it when you needed him to back off.  

"Yeah, yeah," Two-Bit sighed, turning to look at the rest of the gang. "So, anyone want to do anything fun?" 

"There's a double feature tomorrow night at the drive-in," Pony piped up, ignoring Darry's pointed sigh, before he considered the rest of the gang.  

"I'll go," Johnny volunteered before he looked to Dallas. "What about it, Dally? You in?" 

"Sure," Dallas mused, dropping down onto the porch next to you. "Y/N can drive us." 

You snorted, elbowing Dallas in the side. "That offer stands for my brother and Johnny. You can walk, though," you told him, smirking at him.  

"Ouch," Dallas feigned hurt before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "C'mon, doll, you really trust me out on these streets? I could get jumped. I could get arrested. I could get killed. Heck, I might just get all three in one night." 

"I know what you're capable of," you told him, not bothering to shake off his arm again, instead going back to your book. "Just this once," you allowed, since you weren't too keen on the idea of Dallas leading your brother all over town, starting trouble and dragging Pony and Johnny right into it.  

"Great," Dallas drawled, squeezing you close to him for a second before letting you go.  

Even though you hated yourself just a little bit for it, you couldn't help but think you liked being tucked against Dallas' side.  

You were able to drop the trio off at the drive-in the next night, but you had to take a reluctant shift at the restaurant, since one of your co-workers had fallen ill. Your boss offered you a little extra cash as an incentive and since Pony was going to need new running shoes for track, you couldn't exactly turn the offer down.   

If you had known what you would come home to, however, you would have told your boss there was no way in hell you were coming in on your day off.  

By the time you got back to the house, you were exhausted and tired and cold. Your feet were killing you and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget that the world existed for the rest of the night.  

Instead, you came home to Darry sitting silent and still in the armchair by the phone and Soda nervously pacing the floor.  

"What happened?" You asked, stepping cautiously through the front door. "Is someone hurt? In jail? What's going on?" 

"Pony ran off," Soda answered, glancing at Darry, unsure. "He, uh, he got upset." 

"Have you looked for him? He runs fast, but he wouldn't go far. He probably just needs a minute." You weren't sure if you were trying to reassure your brothers or yourself.  

Darry shook his head and you couldn't tell if the expression on his face was one of guilt or anger. Knowing Darry, it was probably both.  

"Look, you two stay here," you told your brothers. "And I'll go look for Pony." 

"I don't like you out there at this time of night by yourself," Darry said, finally breaking his silence.  

"I'll be okay," you assured Darry, thinking of what you had stashed away in the glovebox of your car. The gun was the only reason Darry was okay with you having a job so far from home. It had belonged to your father and after he passed, Darry dug it out from beneath your parent's bed and presented it to you. 'Just in case,' he told you and you knew it was his way of trying to ensure he didn't lose any more family. 

Dallas had been the one to teach you how to use it. He was oddly pissed when he found out Darryl had handed you a gun with no pointers on how to use it. You chalked it up to grief on Darry's part, but Dallas wasn't willing to let it slide. He took it upon himself to make sure you knew how to use and aim it.  

He set up makeshift targets made out of tin cans in an empty field and didn't let you leave until he was positive you wouldn't hurt yourself if you ever had to use the weapon to defend yourself.  

You remembered the way his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your back pressed firmly to his chest as he whispered in your ear how to gently squeeze the trigger. It shouldn't have made you so hot, but after years of ignoring Dally's advances, you couldn't stop yourself from turning in his embrace and pressing your lips to his. The kiss has been slow and languid, searching and questioning. You didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but in that moment, it certainly felt like it.  

Of course, your hopes for any future you might have with Dallas Winston were dashed the next day when you saw him flirting with the girl who worked as a cashier at the grocery store halfway across town. You had only been there to pick up some peanut butter and bread after your shift and at first you couldn't quite believe your eyes.  

It was then you realized Dallas was never really going to change and you shouldn't hold out hope that he ever would. You wanted two different things and you told yourself you were okay with that, even though you really weren't.  

"I'll be okay," you repeated, meeting Darry's eyes. "I'll bring him home. Trust me."  

Darry dipped his head in a nod, silently giving you permission to go. You ignored Soda's worried expression as he watched you leave the house, all your thoughts focused on finding your youngest brother and bringing him home. 

You had a hard time focusing on the road before you as you drove down the darkened streets of your neighborhood, searching fervently for Ponyboy. Every minute that passed had you clenching the steering wheel tighter in your hands. Anything could happen to Ponyboy if he was out alone at night and you didn't even want to consider the state you might find him in once you finally laid eyes on him.  

You wanted to find Pony so badly that you weren't sure if the commotion going on at the playground was real or all in your head. But there Pony was with Johnny, going up against four socs. You slammed your foot down on the brake, barely remembering to put the car in park, before you were hastily reaching into the glove box. Your fingers were just wrapping around the handle of the pistol when you saw a soc shove Johnny to the ground before they crowded around Pony, herding him towards the fountain.  

You were out of the car and rushing towards the group by the time they were dunking your little brother's head beneath the water. You could hear the socs laughing and you felt rage pour through your body, sweeping you up along with it. They were trying to kill your brother and they were laughing about it. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right. Indignation and panic were rising quickly up your throat and you weren't sure if you were about to start yelling or if you were going to throw up from the stress.  

You could see Johnny picking himself up from the ground, the glint of the knife in his hand catching your attention, and abruptly you knew how this would play out. Johnny would save your brother however he could, but he'd take the fall. Sweet, sensitive Johnny being locked up or worse wasn't something you were about to let happen.  

You raised the gun in the air and fired off a shot without a second thought about any consequences. The socs jumped and the one holding Pony let him go, startling so hard that he bumped into the lip of the fountain and fell to the ground. You saw the other socs stumble and scramble to turn towards you.  

While you had their attention, Johnny darted forward and grabbed Pony by the shoulders, hauling him up out of the fountain. Your brother spluttered, coughing up water and spitting it out onto the ground. 

"Hey," the blonde one slurred, clumsily getting to his feet before making a move towards Johnny.  

"Leave him alone," you shouted, keeping the socs' attention on you. Johnny was busy helping Ponyboy stay upright, patting his back when you brother started coughing up more water, but he kept a fearful, distrustful eye on the socs. "Or the next time I pull the trigger, I'll be aiming at you." 

"C'mon, Bob," one of the socs said. "Let's get out of here," he pleaded with his friend, reaching out to tug on his arm. "She's crazy and she's got a gun." 

"Not until they learn their lesson," Bob snarled, swaying towards your brother and Johnny. "They can't just talk to our girls and think they can get away with it. Not trash like them," he spat, bringing his fist back, as if he was going to aim a punch at Johnny. You saw the flash of rings caught in the streetlights and the absolute fear on Johnny's face and you knew without a doubt this was the soc that had jumped him not long ago.  

You pointed your weapon at Bob, not wanting him to have any doubt that he would be your target should you have to fire again. "Leave," you told him, trying to ignore the fact that your hands were shaking. Your confidence was waning with every second and you didn't want to lose it before the socs were gone. One slip and it was all over.  

"Let's go, man, she's off her rocker," you heard one of the socs mutter before they were all trailing back to their car. Bob looked like he still had half a mind to charge at your brother, even with the weapon pointed at him, but his friend with the curly brown hair kept a tight grip on his arm, towing him away.  

"We can go," you told the boys once you were sure the socs were gone and weren't going to circle back. 

"Y/N--," Johnny started. 

"Not now," you said, shaking your head, still on high alert waiting for headlights and cruel laughter to make a reappearance.  

The car was deathly silent as you drove home, keeping an eye on your rearview motor, while Johnny and Pony sat huddled together in the backseat. You could hear one or both of them shivering, so you drove a little faster, eager to get them back to the warmth and safety of your home.  

When you got back to the house, Soda was sitting on the front steps. He immediately stood up when he noticed your car and took off down the stairs and across the lawn when he noticed Johnny helping Pony out of the backseat. Your hands were trembling and you felt so restless that you knew going into the house would be a mistake. Darry would have questions and he would be gruff and stern and overprotective. Soda would be worried and nervous and you knew Pony and Johnny would be traumatized. You didn't have the energy to deal with all of that, so all you could think about was fleeing to a place where you felt safe.  

To your surprise, only one place came to mind.  

"I'll, uh, I've got something I've gotta do," you told Pony when he shot you a questioning glance. You knew he was wondering why you weren't shutting the car off or getting out. "I'll be home soon." 

"Y/N--," Soda tried to stop you, his brow furrowed with worry as he helped Johnny support Ponyboy.  

You shook your head, cutting him off. He frowned at you before reluctantly shutting the car door, allowing you to drive off.  

Your mind was spinning and you barely had the presence of mind to stuff the gun back into the glovebox. You didn't want Darry giving you the third degree and you didn't want Soda to pace nervously while he shot you what he thought were discreet, worried glances. Johnny and Pony could tell them what happened and Darry and Soda would watch out for them. They didn't need you, you told yourself over and over again. You didn't have to feel guilty for escaping when you needed to. For seeking out the one person who could help you process the events of the night.  

Two-Bit would just fuss over you and you sure as hell weren't going to go to Steve at a moment like this. You didn't realize your mind was fully made up until you found yourself pulling up to Buck Merrill's place.  

"Shit," you groaned, resting your forehead on the steering wheel. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, knowing that this was probably a mistake, before you forced yourself to get out of the car. You let your feet carry you to the front door while your mind spiraled through all the ways this could go wrong.  

"Yeah?" You heard someone ask, breaking you out of your trance.  

"Uh, hey," you managed to get out, recognizing Buck. "Is Dallas here?" 

Buck looked you up and down, leaning against the doorframe, as if keeping you from getting a good look at his place or who might be inside. "Who's asking?" 

"Just tell him it's Y/N, alright? He'll want to see me." It was a bluff and you suddenly had the striking fear that Dallas wasn't spending the night alone. What if he had a date? What if you were interrupting something? 

"Stay here," Buck's gruff voice pulled you out of your panic.  

You nodded your head, nervously tapping your fingers against your thigh as Buck shut the door on you. 

It wasn't long before you could see Dallas approach the door through the front window. He looked confused as he yelled something at Buck over his shoulder before he opened the door. His hair was sleep rumpled and there was a bruise blooming on his jaw, making you wonder if it was from a fist or a pair of lips.  

"Y/N? Do you know what time it is? What the hell is going on?" Dallas took a closer look at you before he seemed to notice the state you were in. You could feel yourself beginning to shake and you weren't sure if it was from the chill in the air or from shock. "Jesus, come on, get inside," he ordered, stepping aside to give you room to get past him. 

Dallas ushered you inside before leading you up the stairs and into a bedroom. The covers were rumpled and the pillow was halfway off the bed, as if Dallas had messed it up trying to get out of bed, but there was no sign that another person had been with him. You felt relieved for a brief, confusing moment, before the shock you had been fighting off hit you.  

"What's going on? You look spooked," Dallas observed, his brows furrowing in concern. 

You took a deep breath before you stumbled towards the bed. You dropped down onto the edge of it, fighting the urge to hide your face from Dallas so he wouldn't see you cry.   

"Johnny and Pony got into some trouble tonight."  

You knew Dally had a soft spot for Johnny and once he heard his name, his face drew tight in anger. You knew he was fearing the worst and while you had definitely avoided the worst-case scenario that night, you were having trouble trying to explain that at the moment. 

"Was it the socs again? They didn't get him, did they? Fuck, they're so dead this time." 

"Not really," you explained. "But they almost killed Pony. He could've died tonight, Dal." You could feel a sob working its way up your throat and you weren't sure if you would be able to stop it. You weren't all that surprised when you started rambling, instead. "They were trying to drown Pony and Johnny had a knife and I didn't know what to do, so I took the gun--" 

"Did you shoot one of 'em?" Dallas asked and from the calculating look on his face, you were sure he was already thinking of a dozen different escape plans that would have you running from the law and trying to evade a murder charge.  

"No, but I almost had to. They wouldn't back off and he was going to die, Dal. I could've lost my brother tonight. If I hadn't been there in time who knows what could have happened." You thought of Johnny and his knife and the determined glint in his eyes. "It could've been so much worse." 

"It's alright," Dallas soothed, dropping down to sit at your side. "You got there and you stopped them. That's what matters, right? And we'll make them pay for what they did. They can't just get away with it. They always get away with it and then we're the ones getting locked up because we don't have their connections."  

"I don't want you getting into any trouble. Not again," you told him, hating the thought of Dallas going away yet again.  

"I won't, doll," he said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. You shivered and pressed closer against him, noticing the way his breath hitched.  

You turned your head to look at him, noticing the way his eyes dipped to consider your lips before meeting your eyes. All you could think about was that of all the places you could've run to, you went right to Dallas. It only felt right and after all this time of running away from him, when you couldn't deny how you felt any longer, you ended up right in his arms. Maybe it was where you should have been all along.  

"I don't want to get myself into any trouble either," you found yourself saying, focusing on Dallas' eyes and how he was zeroed in on you.  

"So, I'm trouble?" His lips quirked up in a smirk and you couldn't help the breathless laugh that escaped you.  

"You always have been. But maybe...," you trailed off, considering him. "But maybe I just don't care anymore," you said before you leaned forward and let your lips brush against his. Your hands were still shaking and you couldn't wrap your head around what almost happened to your brother, but you knew one thing. Dallas was where you turned when you felt unsafe and all you wanted at that moment was to be with him. You felt like nothing could go wrong as long as he was with you, holding you, pressed against you. So, you leaned into him, pouring every insecurity and fear into the kiss and letting him take them from you.  

You were tempted to spend the night with Dallas, but you only stayed for another few minutes. At some point during the kiss, Dallas had drawn away and simply pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He kept his arm tucked tight around your waist, a silent assurance that he had you.  

"I should go," you sighed, closing your eyes against the urge to look up at Dallas. You knew it would be hard to leave him, but it was something you had to do. Your brothers were probably worried sick about you and you didn't want to make them worry any longer.  

"You could stay," he offered. "Bed's big enough for two." 

"Darry would kill me," you told him. "Especially since i just drove off without a word once I dropped off Pony and Johnny." 

"Your big brother worries too much," Dallas complained before he reluctantly let you go.  

"He does," you agreed before taking a moment to kiss Dallas again. This one was quick and brief, a thanks for giving you refuge to sort yourself out, before you stood up. "I'll see you later," you promised. 

"Later," Dallas agreed, not bothering to get off the bed as you walked out.  

You figured it was better that way. If Dallas followed you, you'd have a hell of a lot harder time leaving him.  

Johnny was fast asleep on the couch when you wandered back into the house and Pony and Soda were both in bed, but you weren't surprised that Darry was waiting for you.  

"Where the hell did you go," he said, not bothering to phrase it as a question, but more of a demand for an answer.  

"I went to a friend's," you told him, completely aware of how much more he would worry if he found out you were with Dallas instead of staying home. "How are they?" You asked, gesturing towards where Johnny was still fast asleep on the couch.  

"Scared. Shaken up. They told us what happened." Darryl sighed, his shoulders releasing some of their tension. "It could have been a lot worse. I'm glad you got to them in time." 

"Yeah," you agreed, releasing a long breath. Your mind was finally starting to catch up to the fact that you were completely safe now. The adrenaline from the night was wearing and exhaustion was fast approaching to take its place. "I'm tired," you couldn't help but say, not even sure if you had the energy to drag yourself to bed. You thought for a fleeting moment of Dallas and his bed and the fact that you could have been sharing it with him right about now. But you knew it had been the right decision to go home, even if it wasn't completely what you had wanted.  

"Go to bed. We'll talk more tomorrow." Darry walked towards you, leaving his arms open for you to slip into his embrace. "Don't scare me like that again, alright?" He asked before he let you go. "I understand, but after everything we've been through...," he let the end of his sentence go unsaid, letting you mentally finish it yourself. "Love you, kid." 

"I'm only a year younger," you reminded him, fighting off the urge to roll your eyes.  

"Sure," he agreed with a grin. "Now, go on. Get some rest." 

"Thanks, Darry," you managed to say around a yawn before you went off to bed.  

You went to bed that night thinking about Dally and woke that morning worried about Dally. Tensions between the socs and greasers around town were swiftly rising and you knew that it would come to some kind of fight. It always came to a fight when class differences were involved and you hated that the people you loved most were being painted as the enemies.  

You knew it would come to a head sooner or later, but you didn't entirely expect for it to happen so soon.  

Within a week, everyone was on edge. Two-bit got followed walking to get some ice cream and Dally got jumped by three socs just outside a gas station. Thankfully it was the one Soda and Steve worked at, and while they almost got fired for the fight, all three of them managed to make it out nearly completely unscathed.  

You knew it would only get worse, so you weren't surprised when word of a rumble between the two groups started floating around.  

"No. Absolutely not," you argued once Dally told you he was set on fighting in the rumble "It's bad enough my brothers want to, but come on, Dallas. You never know when to stop and you're gonna end up in jail. Again," you added after a moment of thought. "It's all I can not to get Ponyboy mixed up in all of this, but now I've got to worry about you too? What're we going to do if you get locked up?"  

The thing between you was still fragile and new. You kept waiting for him to flirt around and he seemed to think you were going to change your mind. Despite that, it still felt incredibly exhilarating every time you were wrapped up in his arms and while you hadn't told anyone else that the two of you were an item, you knew it would happen once the both of you felt more settled in your relationship. 

"Well," he mused as he moved towards you, "guess you better wait for me." He reached up and behind his neck, unlatching his Saint Chrisopher necklace. "You'll keep this safe for me, then, won't you?" 

You knew what the necklace meant to Dally and you knew what it meant that he was giving it to you. He carried it with him for the protection and safekeeping he thought it gave him and if he was giving it to you, then he must have trusted you a hell of a lot more than you realized.  

"The last girl I was with, I gave her my ring, but I shouldn't have trusted her. I knew I should've waited for the right one." He let his lips twist up into a smile as you turned, letting your back face him. "And I've been waiting a long time for you, doll," Dallas said, his voice going lower, as if he was worried anyone but you would hear the words. He reverently brought the necklace up over your head and let it rest around your neck, taking care to make sure your hair didn't get caught up in the clasp as he closed it.  

"I'll take good care of it," you promised. "But you better not end up in jail. I've got plans for us, Dallas Winston," you told him as you turned to face him yet again. You could feel the medallion against your skin and you knew it was a promise and a declaration all in one.  

Dallas wanted to be with you and he wasn't about to go seeking out anyone else to fill his time or his bed. And once the guys realized you of all people were wearing Dallas' necklace, then they were soon to put the pieces together.  

"Oh yeah? Well, guess I better make sure I'm around for them," Dallas said, a smile still on his face as he considered you. You didn't remember the last time you had seen him so pleased and the fact that you were the reason for his happiness was downright intoxicating.    

You couldn't help but laugh, delighted and enthralled with Dallas as you pulled him into a kiss.  

Maybe your side of town would always be a little bit rough and maybe there was always a fight brewing, but you figured maybe it wasn't so bad as long as you had your family of greasers and Dallas Winston's arms around you. Maybe you didn't need money or connections or a fancy school to be happy.  

You already had all you needed and you would be damned if you were ever going to let it go. 

[polkadotsocks1993]

What Good Neighbors Do Pt. 2

Modern Osferth x Reader

Warnings: mentions of difficult family situations, mentions of neglect/emotional abuse

This is a continuation of my first drabble posted yesterday. Thank you for the response! I will probably make a whole series.

Note:

First, let me know if you'd like to be included with a tag list. Also, if anyone can figure out how to do that, I would be grateful since I haven't been on tumblr since 2016 🤣.

Reader is from the American South, American Thanksgivings typically look a bit different down here (we eat a LOT).

Also: in this AU, Uhtred and the Boys were all in the British army (to make it applicable to modern situations). There are mentions of Uhtred and Finan cross training with the American army, and that actually happens quite a bit. Just in case that question comes up.

It was your first Thanksgiving away from your family, your first holiday in England. Thanksgiving had always been a special holiday for your family, but this would be the first time in your life that you weren't spending it with them. For you, this would be a very hard week. Even though you'd found a close circle of friends in Osferth and your neighbors, you still missed home terribly.

You thought of how much you missed your family as you sat in the shared back garden with your new neighbors, Osferth, Sihtric, and Finan, as your landlord's wife, Thyra, threw the ball for her dogs and yours.

"You've been quiet, Y/N." Osferth observed. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, a habit you'd started him on when he (more often than not) joins you for dinner.

"I'm sorry, guys. I guess I'm just a little homesick. Thanksgiving is this Thursday, and this is the first year I've never been with them." You explained.

"I hate to hear that." Osferth said, "What does Thanksgiving look like for you?"

"Where do I even start?" You chuckle, "Me, my mom, my grandmother, my sister, and my aunts all spend days cooking all kinds of food and desserts. My dad starts the night before, smoking different kinds of meats. The whole family comes to my grandparents' farm. We play games, we eat, we go see the farm animals. It's a lot of fun, and I'm really sad I have to miss it."

"I thought you only ate turkey on Thanksgiving?" Sihtric asked.

"Not my family. My dad usually makes different kinds of barbecue. Everyone in the family likes something different." You explained.

"I'd pay good money to have barbecue again." Finan said, taking a sip of his tea. During his time in the Army, he'd briefly trained in America with Uhtred.

"Where did you and Uhtred go, Finan?" Y/N asked.

"Kentucky, Texas." Finan said, "Still the best ribs I've ever had."

You laughed, "I'm convinced you would let yourself get kidnapped if there was food involved, Finan. That goes for you too, Osferth."

Osferth chuckled, tussling your hair slightly.

"If it was your food, maybe." Osferth replied.

You blushed; over the last few months, you and Osferth had grown very close, but neither of you seemed to want to be the first to venture outside of just friendship. You flirted constantly, and it was obvious to everyone how you both felt, but neither of you seemed compelled to take the leap.

"What if we had a Thanksgiving?" Came Thyra's question, throwing the ball for your dog, Brownie.

"I, for one, would not say no to more food." Finan said.

"I could make plenty of food. I'm sure it could be really nice." You said.

"I could help you," Osferth offered, "I'm sure it couldn't be too hard."

"I could help, too." Thyra said, coming over to sit with the four of you, "Gisela makes the best chocolate cake."

"Let's do it." You said, "It could be a little Friendsgiving. I think everyone would like it."

Osferth reached out, patting your shoulder lightly. "I think this is going to be a lot of fun."

You smiled at him, he was impossibly optimistic. You hoped you could pull this off.

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When Thanksgiving came around, though, you had never regretted your decision more.

You only had one tiny oven in your flat, and only so much counter space. You were struggling keep up, and you'd run out of refrigerator space the day before.

Osferth and Finan had arrived at your place early that morning, and your stress rolled off of you in waves. Growing up, Thanksgiving was always a shared task, and you'd taken on the brunt of it. Osferth was the only one of the men who knew how to cook, and you'd immediately put him to work.

"What have you made, pray tell?" Finan asked, looking at the various dishes of food scattered everywhere.

"Well, Beocca and Uhtred are making the meat... I'm making mashed potatoes, cornbread stuffing, rice stuffing, macaroni and cheese, about four different casseroles, deviled eggs..." You trailed off, trying to remember everything Thyra, Gisela, and your other neighbor, Hild, were making. Sihtric and his girlfriend were also bringing a variety of desserts, since his girlfriend was a pastry chef.

"If we run out, I'm going to laugh." Osferth said. He was mixing the dough for the rolls, laughing softly as he tried to find room anywhere in your kitchen. You'd settled on the small table you'd found on the side of the road with Thyra--Finan had helped restore it--and there was barely any room left there.

"To be fair," You said sheepishly, "We usually have a long buffet line for the food, usually in my grandma's living room."

"What does everyone else do while the food cooks?" Osferth asked.

You laughed, taking a shot of whiskey to calm your nerves. "We drink. And play games."

"I like the drinking part." Said Finan, wearing one of your vintage aprons and pouring himself a bit of whiskey.

"Well, to be fair, some of us aren't allowed to drink anymore. Not since Thanksgiving five years ago." You said.

Osferth stopped making the rolls and looked up, "What happened five years ago?"

Osferth knew more about your family than the others, he knew part of the reason you'd chosen to move halfway across the world. He knew where this story was likely headed.

Taking another shot of whiskey to deal with the anxiety rising in your throat, you laughed. "Well, Thanksgiving five years ago is when half my cousins, mostly Aunt Lisa's kids, along with my Uncle Bobby, kind of started a brawl in the front yard. Half of us wound up going to jail."

"To JAIL?" Finan asked, putting yet another casserole in the oven.

"I didn't have to, but my sister did. You'd like my sister, Cassie. But anyway, I suppose my cousin Blake was three sheets to the wind, and I guess he took a swing at Cassie, and all I know is that by the time the deputies showed up, all of them were in the yard." You explained, getting the dish of macaroni and cheese ready.

"Sounds like fun." Finan said.

You shrugged. "It comes with its own problems."

"What do you mean?" Osferth asked.

"My family is big and loud. I love them, and I miss them, but I'm kind of the odd person out. I'm the first one to graduate from college. It's hard, sometimes, feeling like I'm out of place in my own family." You said.

"I know the feeling." Osferth said, a look in his eyes you hadn't seen before, "I've never actually spent a holiday with any family other than my uncle or my mum."

"Wait, what?" You asked.

Osferth shrugged, "My dad and my mum never married. He came around some, when I was little, but it was never consistent. He always gave her money, I guess, but then she got sick, and we moved in with my uncle Leofric. My dad got married, had more kids. His new wife didn't like me. She didn't want me around for holidays, always said that I made them look bad. My sister has always tried to reach out, but I never got to see what a big family holiday was like until I met Uhtred."

You and Finan both stood, mouths agape. As flustered as your family could make you, you'd never been outright excluded.

"My uncle never had a lot of money, growing up, especially after my mum died." Osferth added, "When I joined the Army and spent that first Christmas with Gisela and Uhtred, Gisela had gifts for me. Gisela and Uhtred practically raised me."

"Yes, yes they did." Finan said, trying to lighten the mood. Tears filled your eyes, your heart broken at the realization that the only family Osferth had ever really known was there, on that street. You couldn't help the urge, walking forward and putting your arms around him as tightly as you could.

You couldn't think of anything to say, you just kept your arms around Osferth for longer than necessary, and he didn't push you off. Of course, Osferth never rejected affection from you.

Cutting the tension, Finan cleared his throat.

"As cute as this is, I think we should probably find some tables, as there is more food here than this flat can hold and Y/N has evidently decided to feed the whole neighborhood. I'm going to go see if Beocca or Uhtred have any folding ones." Finan said, taking off the apron and placing it on the hook on the wall.

That left Osferth and you alone, for the first time in nearly a week. You couldn't help but smile as the whiskey warmed you and you turned on some music to help you finish cooking.

"Thank you, for helping me do this." You said, feeling a little more bold than normal.

"I can't say no to you." Osferth chuckled, watching you spin around in sock feet.

"I'm sure you could, if you wanted to." You teased.

"And why would I want to do that? Why say no, when I can watch you dance to some ancient old song?" Osferth teased. You playfully hit his stomach, laughing.

"Don't disrespect Dolly like that!" You exclaimed. He laughed in response, taking your hand and spinning you around.

Truthfully, even though you missed home, you found you'd never felt more at home than you did in your small kitchen, with Osferth.

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As it turned out, there was so much food that tables had to be set up outside. Uhtred and Beocca had outdone themselves with ribs, chicken, roast beef, and ham. Gisela had brought a herring dish and chocolate cake. Thyra had made cabbage, roast vegetables, chicken tikka masala, and several desserts. Hild and Mr. Pyrlig had brought dishes too, and then there was the vast feast you and Osferth had made.

Truthfully, the neighborhood didn't need much of an excuse to get together, as you realized. Watching everyone stand around, talking and laughing, you realized that you'd found a family. You felt an arm sneak around your waist, and you looked around to see Osferth, who had snuck nearly half a tray of deviled eggs.

"I've never had these before, my uncle was not a good cook." He said.

"How many have you had today, Osferth?" You asked.

"I couldn't tell you. Not enough for me to regret it." He replied.

You gave him a playful nudge with your elbow and then went to grab a plate of food, taking a seat in between Osferth and Thyra. There wasn't a lull in conversation, everyone was having a good time and you couldn't help but feel warm watching everyone smile and laugh. Afterwards, you, Osferth, Finan, and Sihtric played with the children while everyone else ate dessert. Gradually, the day turned into night, and you were a bit sad to watch everyone go.

No fighting, no extra stress. As it turned put, everything had been perfect.

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Later that night, in your tiny kitchen, you and Osferth washed and dried what appeared to be an endless pile of dishes, Thyra and Beocca boxing away leftovers to take to everyone in the neighborhood. You truly missed having a dishwasher then, though you didn't mind the company.

"You know, Osferth, you should have invited your uncle." You said, handing him a freshly washed baking dish.

"I would have, but it's a little late for that." Osferth said, drying the dish and putting it aside.

"Why?" You asked.

"He died when I was sixteen." Osferth replied, his voice a little hollow.

"Osferth, I'm so sorry. Could I ask...?" You began.

"How?" Osferth answered, "A roadside bomb in Afghanistan."

"You've been on your own since you were sixteen?" You asked.

Osferth shook his head. "No. I spent a month living with my dad, until his wife decided she couldn't stand the sight of me and kicked me out. Wound up getting sent to a boys' home, until Beocca and Thyra took me in. I had been staying with them while my uncle was deployed, turns out my uncle had named them my guardians in his will."

"Osferth..." You whispered, "I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say anything?"

Osferth chuckled ruefully, wiping his forehead with his elbow. "Everyone else already knew. I don't talk about my family much, no one really wants to ask. I spent the better part of my life being the bastard throw away, as my stepmother used to tell me. Beocca and Thyra, Uhtred and Gisela, Finan, Sihtric...and even you make up for that."

You stopped washing the dishes, turning to look at Osferth. He wasn't very good at hiding his emotions; at least, not around you. You could see the lingering pain in his eyes. You moved to wrap your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as he'd let you. He rested his sharp chin on the top of your head, sighing heavily, as if he were letting go of a breath he didn't realize he held.

"For what it's worth, Osferth, I'm really, really glad you're here." You said, letting go just enough to look up at him. He smiled, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"I'm glad you're here too, Y/N." Osferth replied.

There was a pause for a moment, both of you looking at each other with a vast array of words that you seemed to want to say. However, neither of you spoke, you simply returned to washing dishes.

You couldn't help but release a shaky sigh as your stomach did flips; it seemed that every time you were in Osferth's presence, you felt butterflies. You glanced over toward Osferth and noticed he was looking at you, too, giving a slight smile as he continued to dry the dishes.

You finished the night by watching a Christmas movie, Beocca and Thyra bidding you goodnight before they went upstairs to their own apartment. As you sat next to Osferth, you wished so badly that you could tell him all the things that were in the forefront of your mind.

However, his soft eyes watching the movie said that could wait for another day. He was there, with you, sharing in a favorite tradition.

Someday soon, you would tell him. Tonight, you thought, that it could wait.

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Thanks for reading everyone!

[kiwi-the-servamp-addict]

I recently redrew my subclass ocs! Every. Single. One.

So here's all of em

oh also some of the Svs have outfit changes or little things added on or like bits of redesign

also warning:there's gonna be mentions of death and ways people die so just a fair warning

here's Nyx, Kuro's subclass! They died in the Trojan war as a bystander (why was Kuro in Greece?... I don't know man...) so now they kinda go and do their own thing but they go to bother Kuro every once in a while. They often travel during the day by wearing tons of white (for less sun absorption) and covering all of their skin. They also have a bad habit of talking without thinking.

next is Amira who's Hugh's subclass! She died in a car "accident" shortly after her kid passed away. She's quite motherly towards the people around her and her bag contains anything you could possibly imagine.

Then it's CeeCee! (Fun fact I've drawn her 4 years in a row) she died because she was in a witch trial [she rejected a girl {this was prior to CeeCees transition} and the girl accused her of witchcraft] and she's very attached to JeJe and is all over him half of the time. [Mikuni is jealous... Little does he know JeJe has no interest in women {hc} and CeeCee has a gf]

Then there's Irene who's Freya's subclass! She died in a war because she crossed dressed to get in and died on the battle field [forgot to give her an animal motif...] due to her injuries she has to wear hearing aids and she freaks out about loud noises and paints to cope

Next is Jonathan! He died because he got drunk one night and might've accidentally outed himself... So... He was murdered... He also likes to cook a lot and he owns an immortal puppy (don't ask I can't handle him losing a dog.) named Diablo! He's also a massive hopeless romantic.

Now there's Anita (pink) and Catherine (red) ! They're Ildio's subclasses! Anita died because she was a lady of the night and a client made her uncomfortable w his requests so she refused and he killed her. Now she's kind of hostile to really anyone new around her. She's also a massive chain smoker-

Catherine was arranged to be married to a mentally and physically abusive man who killed the actual love of her life. So on her wedding day she shot herself and now enjoys praying on people for blood so- but she's a lot nicer than Anita.

This is Lilian she's Lily's subclass and honestly looks like a ghost Victorian child. My friend suggested making a character albino but I might have made her too white.... But I thought it was interesting and made her stand out more so I kept it. She died due to starvation and neglect form her parents. Her older sister who was only about a year or two older was doing her best to keep her alive but there was only so much she could do. Now the two live in the mansion and her sister works there and is still alive.

Lastly we have Wisteria who's Tsubaki's subclass! They died by oding shortly after their family was brutally murdered. Now they kinda people watch for fun and flirt with Tsubaki for shits and giggles and is purely here now for the ride.

And ways this concludes my redesigns on my ocs and redesigns on some of the Svs (let's be real it's like almost all of them)

this was actually really fun to do! Maybe I'll get around to drawing the eves... One day...

[cicimunson]

Sweet Child of Mine Part 4

Series Summary: You’re Eddie’s former best best friend. The two of you drifted apart freshman year of high school and now you’re more enemies than anything else. Despite the hostility between the two of you, you still come around to help out with his eleven-month-old sister, Emma, who he and Wayne keep most of the time due to his father being in jail and his mother being an addict.

Also, I know Sweet Child O’ Mine didn’t come out until 1988, but the song is just so perfect for the story.

Characters: Eddie Munson x Female Reader, Wayne Munson, OC Emma Munson, Wendy Munson and Greg Thompson

Warnings: Eddie and the reader get into a huge argument (as usual), Eddie is sick and reader takes care of him.

Word Count: 2.k+

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 5|Part 6

Fuck. Fuck.

Eddie sprints through the house, hunting frantically for something clean to wear. He was already late for school and he was supposed to sell some kid a dime bag before the first bell.

"Eddie, it's almost nine a.m." Wayne chides him. "You were supposed to be at school an hour ago."

"I fell asleep before I set my alarm. I had a bad headache. And now I can't find any clean clothes."

"That's weird, Y/N did laundry last night while she was here."

Eddie checks the dryer, nothing. Where did she put my clothes?

Then he sees them. Sitting in the basket in front of the washer, untouched.

She didn't do my laundry? Why didn't she-

The words from your last conversation dawn on him.

I didn't ask you to do my laundry. You act like my girlfriend, it's weird.

He runs back to his room and digs around in his drawers, finding a white t-shirt that's about two sizes too small. He throws it on and sprints out the door, stopping to kiss Emma on the cheek on the way out.

Emma immediately starts fussing as he leaves. Wayne picks her up, patting her back.

"He'll be home before you know it, sweet girl, and then I can get some sleep.”

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You stroll into the cafeteria, adjusting your ponytail as you sit down. Your friends greet you, talking excitedly about a party coming up the next weekend.

You're halfway through your sandwich when Eddie walks in. You almost choke as you take in his skin-tight t-shirt, so small on him it looks like a crop top. Even with his jacket and vest on, you can see the lower half of his stomach and his happy trail that disappears into his dark jeans. Your mouth goes dry as your gaze lingers on his belly.

He makes eye contact, points at his shirt, and flips you a bird. You grin mischievously.

"Flirting with the freak?" Greg asks, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

"Don't be ridiculous. I played a little prank on him, that's all."

"That's my girl."

You push his arm off you. "Just because we hung out this weekend doesn't mean we're back together."

His eyes narrow. "Come on, baby. We're perfect for each other. You can't let one indiscretion-"

"Is that what we're calling it now? You getting balls deep in another girl is just a simple indiscretion?"

He grimaces. "You really need to stop hanging with that freak. Your language has gotten so vulgar. He's rubbing off on you."

"Why do you have to bring him up all the time? I told you, I work for his uncle. That's all."

"You two were friends before high school. And you know what they say, old habits die hard."

You roll your eyes and stand up, dumping the rest of your lunch in the trash.

Eddie sees you leaving and hurries after you. You yelp when his hand wraps around your elbow, tugging you into an empty classroom.

"If you're just gonna yell at me-"

"I should do more than that. Are you kidding me, Y/N? You could have at least told me you weren't gonna wash my clothes."

You cross your arms and glare at him. "You told me to stop doing shit for you. So I didn't do your laundry, I didn't tidy up your room, I'm sure you noticed Wayne's lunches are in the fridge, but I didn't make you any."

"You're such a bitch."

"Hey, I'm just doing what you said. You want someone to cook and clean for you? Start paying me. Or find a girlfriend.  Wayne pays me to care for Emma, not you."

"I swear I hate you sometimes."

"That's fine considering I hate you all the time."

You see a flicker of hurt in his eyes. He hides it quickly, standing up straight, squaring his shoulders.

"Forget it. I don't need you to do shit for me. I don't need anyone to do anything for me. I'm used to handling my shit myself." He starts coughing.

"You don't get to guilt trip me for doing what you told me to do! If you were ever nice Eddie, if you ever said thank you, just once-"

"Thank you for what? For what?" He yells, and you flinch. "Thank you for ruining our friendship? Thank you for becoming friends with the people that torment me? Thank you for abandoning me freshman year, when I needed you the most?"

You freeze. So that's what this is all about. That's what it's always been about.

"Eddie, I did not abandon you. My interests changed, yes, but I was here. I tried to be your friend. You pushed me away."

"You were gonna leave me behind!"

"I wouldn't have! I'm not like your mom, Eddie! I care about you!"

He flinches, taking a step back.

Shit. That came out wrong.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

He laughs bitterly. "No, you're right. My mom doesn't give a shit about me. If my own mother doesn't care, why should you?"

"Please, I didn't mean it that way. I would never say that. I wouldn't-"

"You just did."

"I worded it wrong, Eddie, I just meant-"

"Don't. We both know what you meant."

"Eddie. Listen to me." You plead.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled ten dollar bill, slapping it into your palm.

"I don't want your money, Eddie, that's not what this was about. I just wanted some appreciation."

"I'll be home late. So if you can have my clothes done by then, that would be great. Don't worry about tidying up my room or making my lunches, I can handle that on my own."

"Eddie." You start to reach out for him, forgetting yourself. He slaps your hand away, visibly recoiling.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." You apologize, take a few steps back from him. "I won't touch you."

He looks down at you with a pained expression. "Don't. Ever."

"I won't. I'm sorry. I just wanted you to listen to me."

The bell rings and Eddie steps around you, walking out the door and into the hall.

You blink back tears. You'd really fucked up this time. Any chance you and Eddie had of reconciling was done. He really hated you.

__________

You're sitting in Eddie's room, rocking Emma to sleep when you hear him come inside. You lay Emma in her crib and pat her bottom a few times.

You walk into the living room. Eddie is slumped on the couch, eyes closed.

"Emma's asleep. Your clothes are folded on your dresser. There's spaghetti in the fridge."

Eddie groans in response.

You sigh. If he's high or drunk you can't leave Emma alone with him.

"Eddie, take a shower. I'll make you some coffee. You need to sober up."

He shakes his head. "I'm not drunk."

His voice is raspy, crackling as he finishes his sentence.

"High, then, whatever. Come on, get up. I can't leave Emma with you when you're like this."

He lifts his head and you notice how flushed his cheeks are. He's shivering, you realize, as he tries to sit up.

"Eddie, are you okay?"

He coughs, taking a deep breath as he wheezes. "I'm fine."

"You aren't fine. You're obviously sick."

"Said I'm fine." He mumbles.

"Don't be stupid. I'm not leaving you to take care of Emma while you're ill. And I don't want Emma getting sick, either."

"S'not sick." He protests, but lets his head fall back on the couch.

Damn it.

You go into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with cold water, then come back into the living room and lay it over his forehead. He whimpers and tries to knock it off, but you shove his hands away.

"It's cold!" He groans. "So cold."

"You have a fever. We need to cool you down."

You hunt through the house and find some Tylenol and cold medicine. You get a glass of ice water and hurry back to his side.

"Eddie, sit up a little. I need you to take some medicine."

"S'not gonna. I hate it."

"Eddie, don't be a child. You need medicine to get well." You scold. "Now sit up!"

His eyes fly open when you raise your voice. He struggles to sit upright.

You shove two Tylenol in his mouth and hold the glass to his lips. "Swallow. Now."

He does as you say, furrowing his brows.

You measure out the cold medicine and make him swallow it. He gags at the taste.

"Do not throw up." You warn. "Swallow it down."

He scowls at you. "Mean."

"Yeah, well, you'll thank me when you feel better."

"S'will not."

"Yeah, you probably won't." You sigh.

He lays back and tugs the blanket off the back of the couch. You wrestle it away from him.

"Eddie, no, your fever is high. We gotta cool you down."

"I'm cold." He groans, trying to get the blanket back from you.

"You'll be even colder when your temp goes up. Listen to me, please."

He sighs.

You check on Emma, who's thankfully still sleeping peacefully, before rewetting the washcloth and putting it back on Eddie's forehead.

He whimpers but doesn't protest or open his eyes.

You sit on the floor beside the couch, watching him closely. A half hour goes by and he's still red-faced and groaning in his sleep.

You know you have to get some of his clothes off and cool him down. You just aren't sure how to do it without upsetting him.

"Eddie." You say softly. "Could you try to take your jacket off?"

He grunts.

"Eddie." You say louder. "Your temp isn't going down fast enough. We need to get some of these layers off you."

No response.

You sigh. You know he hates being touched and you don't want to violate that boundary. But at the same time you've got to get him cooled down.

You start by slipping his shoes off, then his socks. He mumbles but doesn't try to stop you.

You tug on his shoulders and his eyes shoot open.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You whisper soothingly. "We just need to get this jacket off, okay? I'll stop touching you after we get you stripped down, I promise."

You manage to tug the jacket off without too much of a struggle.

Eddie catches your hand as you start to pull away. You stare down at him, surprised.

"Thank you." He murmurs.

So all I gotta do to get a little appreciation around here is get him sick? Wow.

You don't say that though. You squeeze his fingers, and offer him a warm smile. "You're welcome."

You sit back down on the floor. Eddie rolls on his side toward you.

"Emma-"

"I just checked her. She's fine. Get some sleep, I got you both."

He nods and drifts off.

You watch over him until his fever breaks. You wake him once more to give him more Tylenol, then let him rest.

Eventually you give in to your own fatigue and your head slumps back on the couch as you close your eyes.

That's where Wayne finds the two of you the next morning. He smiles to himself when he sees Eddie gripping your hand.

He checks on Emma before gently shaking your shoulder to wake you.

"Y/N, everything okay? Why are you asleep on the floor?"

You open your eyes. "Hey, Wayne. Eddie was sick last night."

"And you stayed over to take care of him?"

"Someone had to watch Emma, he was in no condition to." You explain. You’d never admit that you stayed for Eddie.

"And yet you're in here on the floor, instead of in the bedroom with Emma." He observes with a knowing smile.

You blush slightly. "I'm gonna go now that you're here. Will you make sure he drinks something every hour or so? And he needs more Tylenol around 9am."

"I will. Thank you for looking after him- I mean, after Emma."

You stand up and start coughing.

Motherfucker.

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[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

So, after posting my fancast the other day, we have finally arrived at the OCs that go with it!! Honestly, I’m so excited to share these babies with you guys; Monster High was one of my first hyperfixations ever, and despite how long it’s been since I properly interacted with it, I’ve never stopped loving it. So without further ado, please observe my beautiful freaky babies!!

(Also gonna tag my beloveds @manyfandomocs and @ginevrastilinski-ocs, because I know they’ve been waiting for this!! <3)

Nyx Darkfeather, a fallen angel, Jackson/Holt ship. The daughter of two angels who fell from Heaven. A new student at Monster High because her parents homeschooled her for a long time, scared of her being hurt for what she is since fallen angels are so rare. Very stone-faced, blunt, and closed-off, but eventually gets pulled into Frankie’s friend group after they make it their mission to befriend her, and winds up slowly being endeared by Jackson and Holt. Pretty powerful as the child of two angels, with umbrakinesis and some psychic powers, but she doesn’t use them very often. Also becomes besties with Twyla, since they’re both very used to the shadows.

Aiko Inoue, daughter of the Slit-Mouthed Women, Deuce ship. An exchange student from Japan who eventually decides to stay and learn at Monster High. Kind of has a bad reputation at first because of her mother and how quiet she is, but eventually people start to warm up to her. Gets close to Deuce after she gets assigned to tutor him in History of the Undead shortly after he and Cleo break up, and they eventually wind up becoming a super cute couple. Intensely shy and awkward and often uses her spirit powers to turn invisible or disappear for long periods of time, but also very caring and loyal. Becomes really good friends with the hybrids, especially Neighthan and Serena.

Chester Hoppington, a wererabbit, Gil ship. Only attends Monster High in person part-time because he cares for his eight younger siblings while his parents work. An incredible artist who meets Gil when he decides to go swimming in the school pool while Chester is there doing a drawing of the water. Incredibly sweet and caring as a result of having to be a babysitter so often, but also surprisingly stubborn and never afraid to speak out for the people he cares about. Has bunny ears and a little tail, and also has a habit of rapidly tapping his feet when he’s frustrated or angry. Eventually gets pulled into the ghouls’ friendship, and even becomes really good friends with Lagoona despite her and Gil being exes.

Matthew Steam, a robot, Frankie ship. Robecca’s “twin” brother since Hezekiah built them at the same time, and got dismantled shortly after her when he tried to confront the Gargoyles about what they did to her. A lot more socially awkward than his sister, but surprisingly adjusts to modern life a lot easier because he was always more interested in science and mechanics and he gets incredibly excited about all the new advancements. A total nerd who goes on a lot of excited rants about his interests, which Frankie is only too happy to listen to. Also an iconic sibling duo with Robecca.

Bonita Calaveras, a skeleton, Heath ship. Skelita’s older sister by eleven months, so they’ve always been in the same school year. Does the transfer with her sister and Jinafire, because she’s always seen it as her job to protect Skelita. Tries to keep Heath away from Skelita when she learns how much of a flirt he is, but just winds up falling for him instead. Fiercely loving and protective of those she cares about, but also sometimes forgets to take care of herself. The best sibling duo with Skelita, and also comes really good friends with Jinafire because they enjoy judging people together.

Dabria Yelps, a zombie, Draculaura ship. Ghoulia’s younger sibling who uses they/she pronouns, and definitely the more creativity-minded of the two; an incredible writer who wants to publish romance novels one day. Also a hopeless lesbian who falls in love with Draculaura almost the moment they meet her, but it takes a while for them to get together because Draculaura still needs to get over her breakup with Clawd and Dabira is way too awkward to properly confess for the longest time. She’s also best friends with Howleen and Twyla, and kinda goes through it for a bit during the whole Shadow Genie ordeal.

Gaia Nature, child of Mother Nature, Abbey ship. Homeschooled in the forest for a good portion of their life, but finally allowed to attend Monster High because they’ve always wanted to meet more kids their age. A total and complete sweetheart because they’ve always been taught to be kind to all living creatures, but also tends to be kind of naïve and overly trusting because they haven’t really been around actual people very much. They and Abbey are a total opposites attract couple, but Abbey is very soft for them and also manages to toughen them up a bit, so they work very well together. Definitely besties with Rochelle, Robecca, and Venus, and frequently teams up with Venus on environment-saving endeavors.

Chord Nightingale, a siren, Manny ship. Head of the Monster High choir, which Manny is forced to join as a punishment from Headmistress Bloodgood after beating up another student. Totally outgoing and sunshiney, which doesn’t allow him to get long with Manny at first. Mostly confident but also scared of ever accidentally enchanting someone with his siren song after an incident that happened when he was a kid that he’s never told anyone about. Eventually grows close to Manny and the two of them start to open up to each other, until they finally get together. Doesn’t really have many friends despite being a social butterfly, but eventually becomes pretty close with the ghost crew - Operetta, Scarah, Serena, and Johnny Spirit - and they become kind of an iconic group.

[joasis-rp]

EDIT: Everything outside of replies is running in queue. I will tag accordingly for organization's sake so enjoy all that goodness~

If interested in writing don't hesitate to message me even if I'm a little bit slower these days. I usually reply at least once a day depending on my mood.

Continue for muse info - All muses are 18+ - STARTER CALL - ASK MEMES - All Muses are Original Characters -

Rio - 152cm - Inugami (Dog demon) Black and white Akita- Autistic, chronically Ill, PTSD, and anxious. - part-time fashion model and part-time shop worker - Pansexual (no preference)

Anxious autistic girl. Dealt with a lot of abuse in her youth and now struggles with the trauma. She relies heavily on her emotional support dog Akachan a lot. She doesn't talk to her parents anymore. Her parents disowned her for being disabled and her mother tried to kill her when she was young. She was homeless for many years and dealt with a lot of abuse during this time. She tends to avoid people as she is afraid of being hurt again. Though she keeps to herself deep down she is desperate for love and acceptance. She wishes to not be alone anymore but is scared to reach out to new people.

Cho Hye-Bin - 172cm - Nickname Hayden - Tengu (Crow demon) - Autistic, PTSD, addictive personality and anger issues - Freelance writer - Bisexual (prefers females)

Autistic and a bit of a loner. Dealt with a lot of trauma from past relationships. She is a protective person who tends to avoid relationships but likes to fool around. She has a sister but isn't close with her. She also doesn't talk to her parents anymore. Her mother always hated her for not being straight. She is soft spoken and rather intimidating looking but she is actually rather protective and caring underneath her often angry looking expression. She has an addictive personality and is trying her best to avoid falling into old habits but even now she drinks to numb herself and quiet her mind.

Hikari Ogawa - 167cm - Half human and half alien - ADHD and addictive personality - Nail artist and hairstylist - Bisexual (prefers males)

Kyou Imai - 160cm - Energy Vampire (feeds off attention and emotions) - Anemia and autism - Aspiring idol and secret cam boy - Bisexual (prefers males)

Autistic and a bit out there Hikari is a style conscious person. She loves partying and takes no shit from anyone. She has a terrible past that she loves to avoid talking about. She's prone to addiction but as an alien is harder to die from them. She is hot headed and outspoken but she will protect you with every fiber of her being and not ever question it.

Though he's an energy vampire he can eat human food. But must consume energy too. Not just one or the other. Though he doesn't have to eat as much food as most.

He's a huge flirt and the type of muse you think is innocent but is the total opposite. He's also a virgin because he thinks no one is good enough for him. Also despite his perverted and lewd side, he's actually quiet and reserved. He's a cam boy because it was that or being homeless and when doing that he wears a cloth mask to hide part of his face. He can be confident because his identity is hidden. In real life, he has no confidence and struggles to maintain relationships. Because of this, he's a bit of a loner with only a few close friends. He has tattoos and smokes, he's not as innocent as he seems but that's what he likes, he enjoys surprising people when they get to know him.

Chaiyo Chaikham - 162cm - Bakeneko (Cat demon) - Autistic and anemia- Aspiring idol and part-time shop worker - Gay

Chai is an aspiring idol. He's a bit clumsy and overly friendly. He's always smiling and overall is very happy. Though he's a bit awkward when it comes to meeting new people due to his autism he does pretty well with making and keeping friends, though he struggles romantically. He is a cat demon which is a yokai from Japanese lore. Though he is Thai his species can come from any country. He has a few siblings but isn't close with them. Overall he isn't very close with any of his family as they dislike the goals he's set for himself career wise.

Arun (Ah-roon) Siriwong - 182cm - Nickname Sky - Vampire (friendly kind) - OCD, sensitive to sun and overprotective - Gang leader and model - Pansexual (no preference)

Sky is a vampire. Known by most as the friendliest vampire. He's lived a long time and has since forgotten his exact age. He's over protective of his community as his mother died because of prejudice against his kind. He is a born vampire while hus mother was turned by his father. He's dated many during his long life but none ever wished to turn for him. He has avoided relationships for about a hundred years now and he's hesitant due to all the loss in his past. He is protective of his friends and anyone he let's into his life. Though he survives well on blood bags, he's prone to going too long without feeding which can be dangerous.

Mitsuki Iwata - 175cm - Inugami (Dog demon) Black Shiba Inu - Autistic and asthmatic - part-time model and part-time shop worker - Pansexual (no preference)

Mitsuki is a model most of the time. He adores fashion and likes being creative. He's socially awkward and struggles to make and keep friends. Being autistic on top of being part alien he tends to keep to himself as he's afraid of being judged by others. He's very close with his family and once he feels he can trust you then he can become very attached. He's quiet and often soft-spoken spoken but he opens up once he knows the person well enough. He's afraid of being judged so keeping to himself helps him feel secure.

[melverie]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! (sorry if you already got this!)

Sorry it took a bit to answer anon. College and work have been killing me these past few days^^;

01 - I speak five languages (German, French, English, Japanese and Korean) at varying levels of proficiency. I actually had my Korean final yesterday and I'd say it went pretty well 👀 Also I learned Italian for a while, though I only remember some basic phrases, how to say one idiom & how to flirt

02 - Ever since the Sins of Flesh update I've been SO obsessed with Cult of the Lamb again. These past few days the game icon just kept staring into my soul while I was trying my best to stay strong and focus on studying Speaking of being obsessed over games, once the new Professor Layton game releases I'm going to be SO annoying. Those games were my childhood :)

03 - When planning out a story, I have the habit of writing the plot details out on flashcards and putting them up on my walls. I get embarrassed over it whenever someone other than a select group of friends come over though, so when someone else visits I usually end up taking them down only to hang them back up once that person is gone lol

Bonus fact!

This one is probably going to MASSIVELY wrap everyone's view of me, but I feel like half of the more creative school work I submitted ended up being fandom related:

In eighth grade, we were supposed to write a two page long story about a murder case, and I just made it a Professor Layton x Phoenix Wright crossover. I even took one of the cases from Phoenix Wright as the base for my story, and I only barely changed the names, so you could EASILY tell that it was fanfiction

I got my English teacher to watch Assassination Classroom because we had to give a 3 minute presentation on something we liked. That's the same teacher that made one of his tests entirely about Batman btw, he was great <3 I also got my math teacher to watch the anime AND read the manga because I asked him about one math problems from it that I just didn't get. He wrote down the solution and literally programmed a little something to help me better understand how to get there. Another great teacher <3

Had to write a three-word story (you're given three words as prompts and have to built a short story around them), except one of the words was "chinchilla". I ended up writing about a "killer chinchilla" which is just the nickname my sister gave Minccino

I once ended up the state winner in a nation-wide art competition with a Pokémon ORAS-themed watercolor drawing I did (that piece was graded, so I'm counting it toward school work)

We were tasked with drawing a picture inspired by a song. I took My Hero Academia's first ED and made the drawing itself about My Hero Academia as well. Burnt through way too many pencils for this one. They hung it right next to the teachers' room, idk if it's still there tho

That same year we were also tasked with "building a creative trash can", and so I decided to make a little Korok that collects paper waste in a little bag. I also learned how to sew in order to make the bag, so that's cool (pic below!)

I somehow convinced my teacher to let me write my seminar paper on My Hero Academia

In elementary school, my friend group came up with a play set in Animal Crossing, and I ended up writing the entire thing (as in literally writing it so that you could act it out in Animal Crossing itself). That wasn't school work by any means, but regardless, I still very much did print it out just so I could give it to my homeroom teacher, so there's that

Also not school work, but once again in seventh grade I wrote an Animal Crossing New Leaf fanficiton (???) where you could vote what would happen next on the end of every chapter. A good portion of my class read it and I also made my PE teacher read the first chapter

That's by far not all of it but those were the first few things that popped into mind. Anyway, here's the pic of my little Korok paper waste collector!

[serenitydiviness]

Line Without Hook- Spock x OC

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Summary: Six years ago, Yeoman Serena Zuriñe embarrassed herself by giving a drunken confession to her mentor, none other than one Commander Spock. Now she finds herself face to face with the Vulcan man she had planned on avoiding the rest of her life. What could possibly go wrong? slow burn. Fake marriage. Spock/OC

Chapter 2:

The quiet moment between Serena and Spock ended. The captain and doctor were heading towards them.

“Mr. Spock, we need a bit of assistance.” Captain Kirk said. 

Serena raised a brow and looked at Spock. 

“How can I be of assistance,  Captain?” He asked. 

“We’ll be adding a new member to our crew besides our lovely Miss Zuriñe here.” Dr. McCoy said with a grin. 

Serena rolled her eyes. “Would that new member be Dr. Scott?” 

“Why yes. Are you perhaps a fortune teller, Miss Zuriñe?” Dr. McCoy asked.

“No. You’re just a little too excited for my tastes.” Serena replied, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Your friend is very–”

“Troublesome. I know.” 

“Doctor, you and the Captain can woo poor Mrs. Hamilton into approving the paperwork without me.”

“But Spock, she loves you because you’re such a tall gentleman.” 

“Oh, but Bones, you have that Southern charm you like to boast so much about. How could I deny you your moment with Mrs. Hamilton.” Spock responded dryly. 

Serena had to turn away to hide her laughter. Spock had a terrible habit of making her laugh at the most inopportune moments.

“Everything okay, Miss Zuriñe?” Captain Kirk asked.

“Coughing fit.” She replied, straightening up. “Unfortunately, I have more of a human immune system.”

“I see.” Captain Kirk nodded.

‘“You make the worst jokes at the worst times.”

“I’m being logical.”

“Logical, my ass.”

“Pardon the interruption, but we don’t speak Vulcan.” Dr. McCoy said.

“No worries. Spock was just letting me know he’d go assist you.” Serena replied.

Spock raised a brow.

“You can’t disappoint Mrs. Hamilton.” Serena nodded. 

“Cunning.”

“I learned from the best.” 

****

Spock shot Serena a raised brow before looking at Jim and bones. "Let us get this impulsive act over with." He said. 

"Have fun!" Serena waved, a little too proud of herself. And frankly, he was also a little proud. 

"We will," Jim said with a wink. 

Serena gave a flat expression before turning back to watch the ship. 

"You know," Jim said as soon they moved further from Serena. "I've never seen you so ruffled and tense, Mr. Spock."

"Illogical," Spock said. 

"If you insist, Mr. Spock." Jim nodded. 

***

“Oh, Sere!” Annaleigh called.

“What have you done that has required wooing an old woman in administration?” Serena asked flatly. 

“They mentioned they needed another doctor, and I simply told them if they wanted another doctor, I am available,” Annaleigh said.

Serena pinched the bridge of her nose. “You are quite pleased with yourself.”

“The girls would have jumped if they were me.” 

Serena looked at her for a moment. “Humans.” She muttered. It was a relief to have someone on the ship that she knew. Spock was there—yes–but that whole situation with him still brought her dread, even if he was still willing to be friends. 

“You know you’re happy  to have me come along.”

“You are quite pleased that your flirting got you this far.”

“Oh, hush.” 

Serena said nothing and went back to her thoughts.

“I had been trying to get on the Enterprise as soon as I heard that you were transferring.’ Annaleigh said.

“Why?”

“We’re sisters, Sere. I can’t leave you to deal with your demons alone.”

“So because we are extremely co-dependent?” 

Annaleigh laughed. “That too.”

“Logically… Thank you, Anna.” 

“Always. That’s what family is for.” 

Serena nodded.

***

“Mrs. Hamilton!” Jim greeted all too excitedly as Bones, Spock, and himself entered the office of the woman they all affectionately knew as Mrs. Hamilton.

“Is that little Jimmy?” the 70-year-old woman explained.

“Of course.” Jim nodded. “I brought my friends, of course.”

“Oh yes! My little Lenny and my handsome Mr. Spock!” Mrs. Hamilton cooed as she stood to give both Jim and Bones hugs before attempting the Vulcan greeting. “How are my handsome boys?”

“We’re good. Had to see our favorite lady before we left.” Bones said with a laugh.

“You’re all too sweet! I should be your second favorite lady at this point!” She wagged her fingers at the three of them. “My niece Peggy has some pretty friends! She’s friends with a nice Vulcan girl! I can introduce you, Spock.” 

“Thank you for the consideration, Mrs. Hamilton; however, I am not ‘dating’ at the moment,” Spock said. 

“A shame! How can I help you, my boys?” Mrs. Hamilton asked with a sweet smile.

“Well, we’ve recently gotten a toxicologist onboard, which is always welcome. However, I’ve been worried about Lenny here. We just met Dr. Annaleigh Scott, and, well, we were hoping she would be available to join us. As extra hands. After Lenny is only one man.” Jim said with his signature smile.

“Oh, little Anna!” Mrs. Hamilton clapped her hands. “She’s one of my Peggy’s friends. I can get that set up right away. She had submitted paperwork to get stationed. I was about to search for any openings, but if my Enterprise darlings need her, even better!”

“If possible,” Spock said, giving Jim and Bones an annoyed look. “Can we have it done before 1400 hours?”

“Oh, ill see what I can do for you, my darlings.” Mrs. Hamilton giggled. 

“See, this is while you’ll always be our favorite lady Doris.” Bones said as he hugged her. 

“I still need you to make me some grandbabies.” Mrs. Hamilton said with a laugh.

“We’ll get right on it.” Jim nodded. 

“Go, relax a bit. I’ll call you when the paperwork is ready,” Mrs. Hamilton shooed them off.

“Before I forget.” Jim handed her a small bag. “I brought you back some tea.”

“Oh, my darling boy!” Mrs. Hamilton cooed before kissing Jim on the cheek. “Thank you!”

“Of course, Doris.” Jim nodded before turning to his friends. “Shall we?”

Spock nodded before giving Mrs. Hamilton the Vulcan salute. 

“See you in a bit!” Bones waved as they walked out. 

****

Spock looked at Jim. “I told you my presence was unnecessary.”

“Were you not going to say hi to Doris?” Jim asked.

Spock hummed. He probably would have stopped by the old woman’s office. She reminded him of his human grandmother. Of course, he’d never disclose that tidbit to anyone. “I would have greeted her regardless.”

“Logically.” Bones teased. “So, what should we do now?”

“We could go find Dr. Scott and Miss. Zuriñe.” Jim offered. 

“I believe you two owe Mr. Scott a toast,” Spock said quickly.

Jim crossed his arms and looked at Spock, curious. Spock stared back expressionlessly. Jim opened his mouth but soon closed it. 

“Let’s go meet with Scotty,” Jim said after a moment, breaking the staring contest. He was overprotective, but Spock had just reunited with a dear friend. The idea of the captain or doctor flirting with her gave him a familiar discomfort that he was not interested in feeling. If he could direct them elsewhere, it would be for the best.

“Of course.” Bones nodded as they started walking off.

Spock felt himself still on edge. He glanced to the hanger and saw Serena and Annaleigh from the corner of his eye. It was good to see her again, but it seemed she still had him confused. They were friends until she wanted something more and then abruptly disappeared. 

Would she try her disappearing act on the Enterprise?

****

Serena glanced up, having caught the eye of Spock as he walked off. Her shoulders slumped as she tilted her head. She wondered for a moment what would have happened if she had stayed long enough that fateful morning she left. She shook her head. There was no point in living on what-if scenarios. 

“Penny, for your thoughts?” Annaleigh asked.

“Nothing worth voicing concerns about,” Serena replied. 

“Oh, there you are!” Serena and Annaleigh turned to see the woman from earlier, Janice heading towards them with two other women in tow. 

“Janice, right?” Annaleigh said.

“Yes! I wanted to introduce you, ladies, to some friends!” Janice nodded.  “This is Lieutenant Nyota Uhura and Nurse Christine Chapel!”

“It’s lovely to meet you, ladies.”  Nyota stuck out her hand. 

Annaleigh, ever the social butterfly, took the hand happily. “It's a pleasure! I’m Doctor Annaleigh Scott, and this is Science Officer Serena Zuriñe. Serena is Vulcan, so she doesn’t touch people.”

“You’re Vulcan?” Christine looked at Serena curiously. Serena could see a very sudden shift in the blonde woman. Something about her felt incredibly hostile. 

“Yes.” Serena nodded.

“You don’t look very Vulcan. Are you sure you’re not just human?” Christine asked innocently. 

Serena looked at Christine, exhaustion slowly building. She adjusted her hair slightly, revealing her Vulcan ears. “I am Vulcan.” She replied flatly. She appreciated that the two other women in question looked horrified by their friend’s action. 

Annaleigh, on the other hand, had a smile that Serena was all too familiar with. “Serena!” She said in a sing-song voice. “I’m so glad we’re here. Are we gonna meet your mentor again?”

“Her mentor?” Janice looked at Serena curiously.

“Yes, back in our early days in the academy, she had a Mr. Spock, I think. I can’t say his last name. They were such good friends.” Annaleigh nodded.

“You knew Mr. Spock,” Nyota said excitedly.

Serena nodded. “He was my advisor during my first two years at the academy—”

“And one of her best friends. I think he was closer to you than I was.”

“He had a similar shared experience. It is only logical we bonded.” Serena nodded.

Annaleigh smiled in victory. Serena did not know why Annaleigh engaged in pettiness, but Serena figured it was an act of ‘kindness.’ Serena shook her head.

“What is it like on the deck,” Serena asked., quickly changing the conversation. 

“Oh, it's fabulous! We have so many things! The bars and stores are always fun. Since the enterprise is larger, it sometimes acts like a luxury cruise line.” Janice explained. 

“Fascinating,” Serena said with a nod. 

“Yes, luckily, for the next few years, it will be used for purely scientific purposes. We’re hoping to stop on Theosis V on this next trip!” Nyota nodded.

“Theosis V has an abundance of medical herbs. We currently only know about the Tholia Artea, which provides instant relief the same way a pain killer would; however, if the dosage is too low, it will cause nausea. If the dosage is too high, then it can be fatal. Most medical staff cannot administer it unless they have shown a consistent 100% accuracy rate.” Serena said.

“Plant Nerd,” Annnaleigh said with a laugh. 

“Thank you for the compliment, Doctor.” 

***

After what seemed like an eternity, it was almost boarding time. Serena exuded an air of calmness; however, deep down, she dreaded every moment. She looked at Annaleigh and marveled as she almost instantly managed to chat her way into friendships. 

Part of her wished for that skill, but logically, she did not see too much of a need. Annaleigh would likely coerce her into the interaction at some point.

“Sere!” Annaleigh called.

“Yes, Annaleigh?” Serena asked. 

“Come meet Hikaru; he’s Nyota’s hunk,” Annaleigh said.

Serena rolled her eyes and walked over to where Annaleigh, Nyota, and Hikaru were.

“A pleasure,” Serena said with the traditional Vulcan greeting.

“Serena, right?” Hikaru asked.

“Yes.” She confirmed. 

“It’ll be nice to have you aboard! Annaleigh says that you are a botanist.”

“As a hobby, yes.”

“Oh, you’ll love the lab I work in! We have a few samples of carnivorous plants that are notoriously toxic.” Hikaru nodded.

“What kind?” Serena asked, eyes lighting up with excitement.

“We have one from Argon VI—”

“Arachne Carnivorous flowers?” 

“You’re familiar with those?” Nyota asked with a laugh. “They scare almost everyone on the ship because they’re toxic.”

“They only release toxins under deep root stress. Hikaru, when we board, would you mind showing me them?” Serena asked 

“Of course! It’s always a pleasure to share my plants with a fellow enthusiast!” Hikaru nodded.

***

Spock stared, impressed, as Mrs. Hamilton walked over with a PADD. “As requested, with 20 minutes to spare.” She said.

“Doris, I could kiss you!” Bones said with an excited grin. 

“Oh, don’t flirt with me. My husband will be picking me up soon.” Mrs. Hamilton said with a wink.

“Mrs. Hamilton, as always, exemplary work,” Spock said.

“I have to keep you on your Vulcan toes!” Mrs. Hamilton giggled. 

Spock nodded, offering her a rare half-smirk in appreciation. 

“Well, don’t let me keep you! You'll have to be off in an hour!” Mrs. Hamilton said. “Go on. Get. Lord knows what new adventures you’ll have.” 

“Thank you, Doris,” Jim said, hugging her. “Next time, we’ll do dinner and take you on a trip.’

“Promises, Promises.” Mrs. Hamilton said, hugging him back.

Spock nodded once before looking at Bones and Jim. “I believe everyone is boarding. It would do us best to get situated.”

“Of course, Mr. Spock.” Jim nodded as he began walking.

“Be safe, and bring me back some grandbabies!” Mrs. Hamilton called. 

Spock shook his head. ‘I will never understand the desire that the elderly has with the young bringing progeny.” 

“It's human mortality. I’m surprised Lady Amanda has not gotten on your case about giving her a grandchild.”

“She has. I fail to understand why.”

“Wow, Spock. You haven’t given your poor mother a grandchild to coo over?” Bones shook his head in a manner that indicated he was teasing more than anything 

“I have not.”

“After the incident on  Capela IV, I’ve found myself wanting a little Leonard to run around.”

“I am sure.” Spock raised his brow at them and shook his head. “You two are still absolutely pleased with yourselves for that incident.”

“A great chief named after us is an honor, Spock,” Jim said with a grin. “Although having a little Jim to run around with a little Bones would be nice. If you had one, we could raise three dashing sons together.”

“A mini Spock. Wouldn’t that be cute?” Bones nodded with an all too amused expression. 

“I feel pity for your future children. They will be raised by such illogical fathers.” 

“Hey!”

“I’d be a fabulous father!” 

Spock rolled his eyes. “I believe, gentlemen, it is boarding time. We will have to retrieve our new Doctor.” 

“Oh, let me do it.” Bones said. 

“By all means,” Spock said.

**** 

“Oh, Dr. Scott!” Bones called, looking for the brown-haired woman.

“You called, Handsome?” Annaleigh asked as she walked up to him. 

“Wanted to welcome you aboard personally.” Bones said with a laugh.

“Well, thank you, Dr. McCoy.”

“Leonard or Bones will do, Doctor.”

“You must call me Anna. How about after we board we have a celebrator drink. I have a nice whisky hidden in Sere’s bag.”

“Of course. I hope you packed enough.”

“Sere and I are the same size, so I didn’t need to,” Anna said. “See you, Bones.”

****

“What happened?” Serena asked as Annaleigh walked over.

“I’ll be boarding as part of the medical team,” Annaleigh replied with a grin.

“Humans.” Serena rolled her eyes. 

“You love me.”

“I stand by my statement.” 

[127tyong]

Running 2 U (M)

Pairing: OC X Shotaro

Genre: PWP (lots of plot), Fluff, College AU

Warnings: Explicit Language

A/N: These mini series can be read however you want. This is Mini Chapter 1, so it came after Part 1, but if you read it after the end of the story you might notice things you wouldn't have otherwise…

A/N/N: Also, these are stand alone pieces! You don't have to read them at all, and you don't have to read HWTH to read them. You might not understand a few things, but I wrote them with the intention that you wouldn't have to.

Jisoo never really had any interest in dating anyone. She would always hang out with her girl friends, especially her childhood friend, who she ended up going to college with. 

But when she went to freshman orientation a month before school started, she met someone really cute, named Jaemin.  Jaemin was the average frat boy, funny, sociable, attractive. But of course, it was obvious that if she flirted with him that he'd only want sex. She kept him around as a friend, but it did mean she would never see him as more than that.

Jisoo developed a habit of calling Jaemin when she needed someone to hang out with and the girls were gone. Jaemin didn't want to introduce Jisoo to any of the other boys, since he saw her more like his little sister more than anything. However, every time they got drunk or high together, Jisoo would cry about how she wanted to find true love.

So, Jaemin decided to set up her and one of his friends.

It wasn't exactly planned, but Jaemin knew that Jisoo wanted to be treated tenderly and lovingly by a man, so he knew who to introduce Jisoo to…

Shotaro. Shotaro knew Jaemin was planning something, let's be real, Jaemin isn't exactly the best to hide his feelings. However, Shotaro wasn't exactly planning for his college experience to be like this…

Shotaro liked to hang out with Jaemin more than anyone else on campus. Since Shotaro was an international student and he didn't know many people, Jaemin became his go to for a source of entertainment.

Jisoo and Shotaro naturally met after a few weeks, since they both hung around Jaemin a lot. At first impression, Jisoo thought Shotaro was too weak and frail, not like a man. He acted like a baby otter, curious, giggly, and cute. Jaemin knew it would only be a matter of time before they started dating.

~

One night, when Jisoo was sleeping on Jaemin's couch…

"Psst! Hey! Jisoo! Wake up!" Shotaro shook Jisoo awake.

"What…" Jisoo sat up. 

"Let's get out of here. Jaemin told me Jeno's bringing a girl over so we gotta get out." Shotaro grabbed Jisoo's bag. "C'mon, you can sleep in my bed. It'll be more comfortable anyways."

Jisoo grabbed her glasses off the coffee table and put them on, then slid on her slippers. "Let's go. You can drive my car." Jisoo walked out of the room.

Shotaro fumbled around, looking for Jisoo's keys in her tote bag.

Jisoo sighed and took her bag back from Shotaro. "Here." She placed the keys in his hand. "Let's go see if we can find a midnight snack."

The two ended up at a convenience store. Jisoo and Shotaro both bought ramen.

"Hey, do you want some of mine? My dance team is making me diet." Shotaro looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him.

Jisoo tied her hair up into a bun. "What? Diet?" She slurped her ramen. "You should quit. You're already slim." 

Shotaro sighed, then took a bite. "I have to lose 2 pounds if I want to perform."

"Man, fuck them!" Jisoo took another giant bite, then sipped the broth, finishing her meal. "You're perfect.

Shotaro sighed. "You know what? You're right! I'm gonna eat."

"Good boy." Jisoo pet Shotaro's head as he ate.

"Stop treating me like a child." Shotaro blew on his noodles.

“Take it, it’s the closest you’ll get to my complimenting you.” Jisoo rolled her eyes. “So what do you know about the girl Jeno’s fucking?” “She’s hot. Giant titties. That’s about it.” Shotaro shrugged.

Jisoo felt a bit insecure. She didn’t have big titties, at least in her opinion. She knew her ass was nice, but she always wanted big breasts. Nonetheless, she wasn’t planning on ever sleeping with Jeno, so she didn’t care.

She sighed. “So typical.”

“What do you mean by that?” Shotaro asked in between sips of water.

“All men care about are big titties.” She scoffed. 

“Honestly, I’m more of an ass guy.”

Jisoo nearly spat out her food. "Why would you tell me that?"

Shotato shrugged. "I mean, yours is really nice."

Jisoo started choking. "Where is this all coming from?"

"Now you can stop treating me like a kid." 

Jisoo scoffed. "If you want me to so badly…" 

Shotaro finished his meal, then threw away his and Jisoo's trash. "Let's go home."

~

When they got to Shotaro's house, Jisoo went to lay on his couch.

"You can sleep on my bed." Shotaro pulled her up.

"Where are you gonna sleep then?" Jisoo sat up.

"Probably on the couch." Shotaro sat next to Jisoo.

Jisoo pushed him off the couch. "This is your house, sleep in your own bed."

"Nah, I'm fine." Shotaro hugged Jisoo. "Or we can sleep together."

"Sure, sleep with me. After all, you are just a kid." Jisoo went into Shotaro's room and laid down on the bed, Shotaro following her.

"Remember what I said about me saying your ass is nice?" Shotaro scoffed. "And you still wanna sleep with me?"

Jisoo laughed. "I know you won't do anything." Jisoo tied up her hair into a bun.

Shotaro climbed on top of Jisoo. "I'm a man too, you know." Shotato grabbed Jisoo's hand. "Your hands are so small compared to mine, you wouldn't even be able to defend yourself."

Jisoo pushed Shotaro off. "I don't see you as one."

Shotaro sighed, and took off his shirt. "Then it's fine to cuddle, then? After all, I'm not a man to you…"

Jisoo bit her lip, knowing she couldn't take back her previous statements. She flipped to lay on her side. "Fine! Whatever you want!"

Shotaro chuckled, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Sleep tight."

There was no way Jisoo would be able to sleep well in that position.

~

The next morning, Jisoo woke up alone, so she checked her texts.

i'm at dance practice. you can leave whenever you want, just text me before you leave. i'll be home around 2 if u wake up late. i made french toast if u want any.

It was currently 1, so she decided to just stay and wait for Shotaro.

i just woke up. i'll wait for u.

Jisoo went to the kitchen to eat. Surprisingly, Shotato was pretty decent at cooking. However, since Shotaro cooked for her, she decided to cook lunch for him. After all, she was majoring in culinary arts. She made grilled salmon and rice, since that's all Shotaro kept in the house.

She went to watch TV until Shotaro came home, but she stole one of Shotaro's shirts and boxers to make herself comfy. She smelt the scent of his cologne on the shirt, and she always knew that he took care of himself, but something about the way Shotaro treated her made her realize that he was actually very attractive. 

"Hey Jisoo, I'm home." The sound of the beeping door startled her.

"Hi Shotaro. Sorry, I stole your clothes, mine got sweaty." 

"Nah it's fine. Did you cook? It smells amazing."

Jisoo stood up and started to serve lunch. "Yep, grilled salmon, rice, miso soup, and pickled cucumber."

"You're amazing, I love you." Shotaro gave Jisoo a back hug and cuddled into her.

Jisoo pet his head, her face flushed. "Yeah, yeah, eat before it gets cold."

However, Shotaro didn't let go. "Let me hug you for a bit. It feels like you're my girlfriend."

"Shush, take me on a real date then we'll talk." Jisoo stepped away from Shotaro.

"Deal! I'll take you out to dinner tonight, how about that?" 

Jisoo kissed Shotaro's forehead. "Fine."

~ 

Jisoo had put in about 2 hours into her hair and makeup, but she would never admit that. She wore a plain dress, but made sure it was tight enough to where Shotaro could see her ass. She had her best lingerie on, despite never imagining she would fuck Shotaro.

Shotaro texted Jisoo.

i'm out front.

give me 5 more mins

Jisoo was still pacing around her dorm room.

"Ugh! I'm so stupid!" She ripped the earrings out of her ears and put them back into her jewelry box. "Fuck this." She shook her hair, the curls falling out of her hair.

coming

She ran out of the room, and went to Shotaro's car, which was parked in the student parking lot.

"Hey Ji." Jisoo sat in the passenger seat.

"Hi Sho." 

Shotaro placed his arm on the back of the seat Jisoo was sitting in so he could back out, and Jisoo felt butterflies in her stomach. She so desperately wanted this date to go well.

“So, we’re getting tonkatsu ramen, you okay with that?"

“Sounds good.” Jisoo fidgeted with her hair. "Whatever you want." ~

When they got to the restaurant, Shotaro told Jisoo to wait, then walked over to open the door for her. "Oh, wow, you're even acting nicer today!"  Jisoo stepped out of the car as Shotaro held her hand and he put his hand over the roof of the car so Jisoo wouldn't hit her head.

Even though Jisoo was acting snarky, the truth was that Jisoo felt nauseous from all the butterflies in her stomach. No man ever treated her so well, not even her father did something like that for her.

"It's just the bare minimum babe." Shotaro kissed the hand he was holding. "Trust me, I can do a lot better than that."

Jisoo giggled and pulled him into the restaurant. "Gosh, you're too much."

Shotaro pulled out her seat when they got their table. "So, I'm paying so you can order whatever you want." 

"With what money?" Jisoo laughed. "I can pay, it's fine."

"Your Dior modeling money probably doesn't pay as well as busking does. Just let me pay." Shotaro sighed.

"Fine, I'll pay next time." Jisoo pouted.

~

After they ordered, they chatted a bit about life. Jisoo is a model for Dior and a TikTok influencer. Shotaro works for a dance studio and does busking. 

When their food got served, Jisoo looked around her purse for a hair tie.

"Ugh! I'm so stupid, I can't believe I forgot something like this!"

"First of all, you're not dumb, secondly, let me do your hair."

Shotaro pulled out a slim box and opened it, and inside was a hair stick.

"Oh, Shotaro, it's beautiful." Jisoo touched it, the jade end and silver tassles sparking.

Shotaro stood behind Jisoo and started to tie her hair up. "Now I'm thankful that my mom forced me to learn how to do her hair when I was a kid." 

Shotaro's fingers grazed along her ears as he tied her hair up, giving Jisoo shivers. He was always so gentle with her, trying to keep her comfortable. He twisted her hair into a bun and stuck the stick in. Finally, he finished, and leaned over to give her a back hug and kiss on the cheek.

"I was going to give it to you after our date, but it seems you need it now." Shotaro sat back down.

Jisoo pulled out her phone and looked at herself. "You should do my hair everyday, I love it, thank you."

Shotaro smiled at her. "Of course. Now eat before your food gets cold."

Shotaro watched her eat. "Do you still not see me as a man?"

Jisoo choked a bit. "Um… I guess not anymore?"

"Can I be yours then?"

Jisoo laughed. "You already are."

~

Shotaro took Jisoo home after they finished eating. 

"Do you want to come to my room? My roommate isn't home…" Jisoo held onto Shotaro's sleeve.

Shotaro laughed. "You stop seeing me as a kid, and all of a sudden you wanna fuck?"

"Shush! Do you wanna or not?" Jisoo got out of the car.

Shotaro followed her. “I never said no.”

“Well, come with me then.”

“You really have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this with you.” Shotaro grabbed her hand and pushed her into her dorm.

Shotaro grabbed Jisoo by the back of her head and started to kiss her roughly. He started to push her into her bedroom and tossed her onto her bed.

"Only you would wear a tight dress on a first date." Shotaro pulled down the straps of Jisoo's dress, letting it fall off her.

"And only you would hook up with one of your best friends after one date." Jisoo unhooked her bra.

Shotaro slid off Jisoo's thong. "You're not just a friend anymore, though."

Jisoo laughed and cupped her hands on Shotaro's cheeks. "I can't believe you're doing this. I mean, I thought you would be submissive."

Shotaro laughed and kissed Jisoo. "Oh my God, you do realize I only acted innocent because you wanted me to?"

"What? I never said that!" Jisoo giggled as Shotaro pulled back.

"There was one time we all got drunk and you said you wanted a boy that would listen to you well! After that I tried to be good to you…" Shotaro started to look around Jisoo's room for a condom.

"Wait, I said that like, when we first met!" Jisoo rolled over and watched Shotaro. "Also, if you're looking for a condom, you don't need to use one, I'm on the pill."

Shotaro smirked and kneeled in front of Jisoo, then spread her legs open. "In that case, I won't hold back anymore."

Shotaro rubbed Jisoo's clit in order to make her a bit more sensitive. "How many fingers?"

Jisoo bit her lip, holding back her moans. "Huh?" She asked between ragid breaths.

Shotaro slipped a finger into her wet cunt. "How many fingers do you think I can fit inside you?" His index finger began exploring her.

"Um, maybe 2?" Jisoo's voice became higher pitched.

"I think you can take 4." Shotaro laughed. "Let's make a bet. If you can take 4 fingers, you'll let me cum inside you."

"You were always gonna cum inside me Sho." Jisoo giggled in between moans.

Shotaro slid two more fingers into Jisoo. "You know me so well."

"Shotaro! That's too much!" Jisoo tossed her head back and began pulling up the bedsheets.

"No, no." Shotaro's fingers were already completely covered in a creamy liquid, but he kept on pumping his fingers in and out, curling them up, anything. "You can still take one more. I know you can handle it, princess."

Jisoo started breathing heavier. "No, Sho, I'm gonna cum!"

Shotaro took his fingers out. "I didn't tell you that you could cum yet, did I?" Shotaro kissed Jisoo's cheek.

"Shotaro…" Jisoo groaned.

"Well, I guess we both lost." Shotaro laughed and kept kissing Jisoo.

"Ugh… Whatever, cum inside me anyways." Jisoo flipped onto her hands and knees.

Shotaro kissed Jisoo's shoulder. "Aw, you're no fun." He grabbed onto her hair and forced her to arch her back. "Good girl."

"Don't tease me…" Jisoo turned her head to look at Shotaro.

Shotaro teased Jisoo with his tip. "But you look so cute right now, so pretty."

Jisoo leaned her hips onto Shotaro's cock. "You're too much…"

Shotaro shoved Jisoo's head back down onto the pillow, then clicked his tongue. "C'mon, be a good girl!"

Jisoo groaned, unable to think of a response.

"Are you gonna be a good girl?" 

Jisoo nodded, despite her head still being under Shotaro's hand.

"Good."

And with that, Shotaro shoved his entire length into Jisoo.

Jisoo was far from a virgin. She lost her virginity her sophomore year of high school, and she was definitely known as the "campus whore". But even all that experience could not prepare her for Shotaro.

"Shotaro!" Jisoo moaned into the pillow. "Fuck, you're so big!"

Shotaro dug his fingers into Jisoo's hips, desperate moans emerging. "Fucking hell… so tight."

Shotaro collapsed onto Jisoo, his head on her shoulder, accidentally immediately cumming. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry Jisoo… I never… fuck."

"Is it that good?"

"Huh?" Shotaro mumbled, still worn out from his orgasm.

"Is my pussy that good?" Jisoo giggled, sitting up, simultaneously pushing Shotaro up. She turned around and faced him, his head falling back onto her shoulder.

Shotaro whined. "Let me fuck you some more."

Jisoo laughed. "Of course you have to fuck me more, I haven't even came once yet." Jisoo grabbed some lube out of her drawers and poured some onto Shotaro's still hard dick.

Shotaro shivered from the cold lube. "You don't need lube, you're wet enough."

"Yeah, no fucking way." Jisoo hovered over Shotaro's lap, facing him. "I might be wet, but your dick is still like, 9 inches."

"Don't underestimate me. I'm 10 inches." Shotaro slapped her ass.

"No way I believe that."

"Sit on it then. I wasn't even fully inside you when I fucked you." Shotaro smirked.

"Wait what? Why didn't you put it all inside me!" Jisoo pouted.

"Because I didn't want to break you." Shotaro played with the end of Jisoo's hair.

Jisoo quickly shoved Shotaro's entire length inside of her, and she immediately knew Shotaro wasn't lying. 

"Good girl. Always been such a good girl when it came to what I wanted…" Shotaro held onto Jisoo's hips as she slowly started to bounce up and down.

Jisoo bit her lip to keep her moans in.

"Faster."

Jisoo started to gradually increase her speed.

Shotaro dug her fingers into her hips. "You're so beautiful when you're on top."

"Shotaro…" Jisoo breathily moaned out.

"I know babe, you're doing well." Shotaro kissed Jisoo's hand.

"I wanna…"

"Wait until I say you can."

"Please… p-please…" Jisoo's moans started to get louder and more shaky. 

"Jisoo, I'm gonna-" 

Jisoo collapsed onto Shotaro's chest, feeling the warm, thick liquid flow inside her again, coming at the same time Shotaro did.

"Always been such a good girl." Shotaro brushed Jisoo's hair out of her face and kissed her until she fell asleep in his arms.

[alatusxiaoo]

flirting hcs.

“you’re flirting with me.” “is it working?”

a/n: hi! this is a scheduled (shit) post while i’m out (and dying) <3 have a nice week everyone >.<

albedo as your best friend who knows absolutely nothing about love…but is strangely proficient in picking up on subtle gestures and cues of mutual attraction. he doesn’t always speak of his knowledge on it, however lately with your constant rambles of your developing crush on one of your literature classmates, he’s been rather…well, strange nowadays.

“…and he offered to help me out with my literature assignment! can you believe it—? hey, why are you so quiet? you’re getting distracted.” “i never realized how pretty you looked with your hair pushed back. you should do it more often.” “i…were you even listening, albedo?”

and sure, you and albedo have had physical contact once in a while…but you’ve noticed they linger longer and occur more often in the span of a typical day. nowadays, his light hugs have grown somewhat intimate, and his quirky habit of gently toying around with your hair happens quite frequently. you wonder if there’s also a reason behind why he keeps complimenting you nowadays.

“albedo~! how is the prettiest person in the world doing today?” “i don’t know, how are you doing today?” “i—great, yeah…i’m good i guess…wait, did you just call me pretty again?”

well…at this rate, you had almost completely forgotten about your crush from literature class. all you were trying to do was to avoid developing any sort of romantic feelings for your nonchalant best friend. and hopefully, the endeavor wouldn’t eventually prove itself to be as hard as it sounds…right?

childe as your childhood friend’s annoying older brother. since you spend so much time over at their neighboring house, you’re unfortunately bound to run into the tall ginger perusing the modest hallways with a knowing smirk.

“didn’t realize we were having guests today.” “whatever asshole—ugh, you stink! ew, don’t touch me! take a shower already, that’s disgusting.” “don’t you want an invite?~” “son of a bitch…nope, i’m going to pretend you just didn’t say that.”

weirdly, he doesn’t really act up when he’s around his sister. he’d probably stumble into the two of you finishing up a physics project and bicker around for a bit with his sister…but there’s oddly nothing spontaneously flirty when he talks to you with her in the room. although the instinct to tease you always kicks back in when he catches you alone — like, for instance, when he walks in on you making a cup of coffee for yourself in the vacant kitchen.

“coffee?” “no thanks, i’m more of a tea person.” “oh thank god, this is the last cup in the house and i’d honestly rather not indirectly kiss you—” “well if you wanted a kiss, why didn’t you just say so?~”

and at the end of the day, despite hastily scampering out of their lovely abode to avoid an unbridled barrel of flirty remarks with his cheeky goodbyes, you can’t exactly help but absently smile and…perhaps even hope to come back soon around the approaching weekend.

kaedehara kazuha as the reserved boy seated in the corner of your literature period. everyone claims that he apparently prefers keeping to his own company, but you’d beg to differ and say he doesn’t seem to mind yours either…if anything, he was just a nice boy.

“is that a new sweater?” “oh, you noticed? i actually got it yesterday, although i suppose the fit on me looks rather awkward…” “on the contrary, i think you look beautiful, as always.” “—!”

okay, maybe sometimes a bit too nice. yet often times you’d find it oddly refreshing that someone would still compliment you on the little things. whether it’s your gauchely fitted sweater, or your intentionally concealed haircut (he easily points it out with a boyish grin across his lips), or how he lightly chuckles when he spots you poorly attempting to cram a quick literature assignment within the discussion period.

“i don’t know what you’re expecting, but not all of us are particularly skilled in this aspect.” (his warm hands hover over your loose one grasping the pen, a lazy smirk finding its way around his fair features.) “sure, whatever you say love. now do you still want my help or not?”

well…you’d be lying if you said you’ve never developed feelings for the pretty boy. (deep down, you know he’s really just a sly fucker who’s undeniably fantastic at flirting.)

gorou as your fellow club officer who’s frustratingly innocent in the aspects of flirting and such…however, he always seems to unconsciously phrase things the wrong (and often misunderstood) way. as a result of this, the other officers openly find amusement in mainly teasing you, and well…unfortunately leaving the poor boy clueless on what he said, for you to be impotently poked fun about.

“hey, sorry we’re late for the meeting! we had things to do.” “and um…by things, she means me. so it’s mainly my fault if we’ve caused an inconvenience to everyone else. sorry about that guys.” “pfft, oh this is good! so what exactly did y/n do to you, gorou?” “and do you mind explaining it for us in further detail?” “i—” “well, what happened was…” “no wait, don’t answer that—!”

it’s rather distressing, really. and it’s not as if you knew how to explain such intimate subjects to the boy either — his innocence was a refreshing thing to hear, after being surrounded by too many tainted mindsets.

“were you here for long?” “not really, it’s alright. i’ll always have time for you, y/n!” “i—yeah, thank you...” “your cheeks are red, are you—” “anyways! back to what i wanted to talk about…”

although strangely…it is charming in an odd way. part of you still wonders if he really doesn’t know what he’s saying, or he secretly has an idea of what effect it has on you. (so it’s only when you catch a mysterious twinkle in his eyes as he innocently smiles, that it hits you and you guiltily think to yourself — ah, i’m fucked.)

scaramouche as your bickering roommate who you have no choice but to consult before you leave in 15 minutes for a blind date. you have no fucking idea how a guy’s mind works, and so you both decide to exchange each of your own general ideas of flirting signals within your respective sexes.

“well goodness, it’s common knowledge. if a girl’s arms are wrapped around your neck, she obviously wants to kiss you. if they’re around your waist, she might just be seeking for comfort. and if they’re positioned diagonally, you clearly don’t stand a chance with her—” “fucking hell woman, how was i supposed to know that hugging meant different things for girls?”

similar to albedo, there’s a lot of physical demonstration and careless contact with each other. his hands may end up lazily slung around your waist, and yours pressed against his chest while you argue about trivial actions and certain intentions behind them.

“so what about guys, huh?” “seriously? if a guy likes you, he’ll kiss you, end of discussion.” “…you’re kidding. that’s it?” “guys aren’t that convoluted, idiot. if they want something, they’ll do it straightforward. the most they’ll do to make it obvious is look at the girl’s lips as a signal.” “ugh, i can’t believe what i’m hearing…”

anyways, you get the point. a lot of touching (that invades each of your strictly determined personal spaces) and childish squabbling for the next handful of minutes…it eventually reaches a point where you’re left with no choice but to thank him in the end for his oddly complacent effort to help you out. and it soon clicks after you’ve both finished with your typical quarrel, when you witness the clock over his shoulder almost hitting your arranged time to leave for your blind date — yet you catch him wordlessly eyeing down something in particular.

“are you…looking at my lips?” “…your hands are still around my neck.” (oh…were they still there? you hadn’t noticed.)

as an odd sensation suddenly presses soft against yours, the world spins and your heart catches in your throat. (perhaps taking a rain check on that blind date, doesn’t sound like the worst idea right about now.)

xiao as your stoic class senior, with whom you’ve developed a rather peculiar (love-hate) relationship together. you met in the school’s unused art room while skipping a monotonous period of basic calculus, and decided it was best to simply tolerate each other’s uninvited presences instead of ratting each other out to the staff and administration (because then, you’d both be caught for missing out on classes). albeit sometimes the silence proves itself to be…difficult to merely ignore one another inside the sequestered room.

“would it actually kill you to stop replaying that song, y/n?” “shh! this is the best part!” “fuck, this is so annoying…” “well get used to it, you’ll be hearing it every time i come over.” “this woman is seriously testing my patience…god, i hate you.” “you don’t have to lie to yourself~”

you could say he was the type of guy who considered communication was nothing much other than a complete waste of time…which you eventually discovered to be quite ironic, once you realized he was undeniably popular among the girls and boys of his batch. perhaps now you could sympathize a bit better with his aloof personality, but then again — he never seemed to complain during your spontaneous conversations together. if anything, sometimes you feel like he just mutually enjoys the exchange as much as you do.

“well, what do you think? i painted you pretty well, huh?” “…was that supposed to be me?” “yeah, wait—why, what did you think it was?” “i don’t know…abstract?” “…wow. fuck you xiao.” “if you want, go ahead.”

as much as you would wish to deny it, there’s also a lot of flirting despite the occasional degrading comments tossed around each other. and sometimes you’d even get to the point where the slightest brush of physical contact begins to send your heart into a frenzy. but at the end of the day, when you both leave the room and coincidentally run into each other with friends in the hallways…neither of you acknowledge one another. whatever transpires within the confines of that art room remains nothing but a little secret for only the two of you.

[newtonsheffield]

Like a hurricane kathony is definitely my favorite of all your Aus. Can imagine Anthony after italy finding it difficult to refrain from holding kate’s hand everywhere. Habit and all that.

Oh he definitely wants to do that again. And his heart pounds in his chest when he thinks about how nice it was to have her beside him. How she hadn't tried to pull her hand away when he'd tugged her out of the car for their tour of the Colosseum. How she hadn't corrected him when the tour guide had called her his friend with a very pointed look. How she'd chuckled when he'd swung his cap backwards and said And see if I do this, I'm ready to battle you for your pokemon!

"Oh my god. Anthony, are you secretly a nerd?"

"Er, no." Anthony had said rolling up his sleeve. "It's not a fucking secret, I have a pikachu and a bulbasaur right here."

"You have a bulbasaur-"

"Yes, Kate. Grass types are the best Pokemon."

And he'd known sat right there outside the gelato store, her elbow nudging him as she smiled, her body swaying a little closer to his, that this feeling in his chest whenever she was close wasn't just desire, and it wasn't a little crush.

So naturally he couldn't help but smile as he saw the comment

And it kind if sucks, because he's pretty sure Kate doesn't feel the same.

Except Kate's sitting in her room, with her sister on speakerphone.

"I actually haven't slept with Anthony, we just hung out, we didn't even kiss."

Edwina scoffed, "But you would if he hit on you."

"Yeah I would."

"Oh enough lies-"

"I agreed with you!"

"God, sorry, I just thought you'd deflect. So you like him?"

"Honestly, yeah I do. He's funny, and he loves his family, and he's talented, and he's... really hot. But he's just a flirt so... probably not going anywhere." Kate sighs, and she hates that her chest aches a little.

"Sorry, that sucks." Edwina sighs, silence crackling across the phone and then- "You really think he's hot? I don't get the fuss."

And Kate can't help but groan. "Yes. His jaw could cut fucking glass, and his tattoos are really hot, and there's the nose ring-"

"Oh yeah, you guys could get matching nose rings."

"Funny. But he also smells really nice like sweaty and spicy at the same time, and like... when we went out, he was really...Kind to people. Like the waitstaff and the tour guides and he gave the teenager who scooped our gelato like a 100 euros as a tip. Which... I have seen some much less famous people treat people like absolute shit so that was nice."

"So... just ask him out?"

"Yeah, I can't admit I want to date him because we're working together and if he doesn't want to date me, It'll be mortifying."