#i've ben sitting on these for a while and i really really want to clean it up but....im tired and overwhelmed

[kaleldobrev]

A Simple Misunderstanding

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hughie might of overheard something he probably shouldn't have between you and Ben

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Cursing (9x), Fluff, Sexual Innuendos, Implied Drug Use, Soldier Boy (Yes, our macho man gets his own warning)

Authors Note: So, this has been sitting in my drafts for months and I've been going back and forth debating if I was going to post this or not. But once I gave the summary to @zepskies she said she was intrigued, so I said, "What the heck?" and now it's posted for your enjoyment | This is my first time writing for this universe so I hope I was able to do these characters justice | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

It was the middle of the night and Hughie couldn’t sleep. Although him and The Boys were in a safe house in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors for miles, it surprised him how noisy everything could be. He had lived in New York City all his life; he was used to the noise. The bustling sounds of traffic, the occasional gunshot or stabbing, airplanes always flying overhead, or a supe destroying some vehicles while trying to catch a culprit. But the noises he heard were much different; it was the sounds of the crickets, droplets of water hitting an unwashed plate in the sink, and random incoherent whispering. The hustle and bustle of the city had become white noise to him.

Looking over at the clock it just struck 1:59am. He hadn’t been in bed long trying to sleep, only attempting to just a little past midnight. Since joining the group, it was unusual for him to actually get to bed at a normal time or even go to bed at all. He was used to going a day or two without sleep. Frenchie tempted him with some sort of drug to keep him going or an energy drink, MM would usually offer coffee which was the preferred method for Hughie. But at this point, the caffeine wasn’t working anymore, as he had started drinking it like water. Unhealthy for sure, but so was not sleeping for one, two, or three days straight.

This was the first time in a long time where everyone was actually sleeping, even Butcher. It was strange, because as long as Hughie had known him, he never once saw the man sleep. The closest he ever got was when he would get knocked out; but even then, that was kind of a rare occurrence.

Getting up from his bed he sat on the edge of it for a moment rubbing his face. He had wanted to stay in bed and keep trying to fall asleep, but he knew that there was no use. So he decided to implement a trick that he remembered his mother using when she couldn’t fall asleep or get back to sleep. When she had trouble falling asleep or getting back to sleep, she would do various things to occupy herself until she felt tired enough to try and sleep again. Her usual go-to’s were either reading in the living room or listening to Billy Joel quietly to herself. Once, Hughie remembered waking up in the middle of the night and had found her humming quietly to herself while she read a book in the living room. The only light came from a single table lamp next to her.

Leaving the bedroom he started making his way down the hall toward the living room where he decided to watch some TV. There would probably be nothing worth watching at this time; just infomercials about grills or some kind of cleaning agent that didn’t work. He really wasn’t picky about what he watched, he just wanted something to help him fall asleep.

As he walked down the hall, he heard faint whispering coming from one of the bedrooms. He thought that he had been the only one up - guess he was wrong. The room in which he heard the whispering coming from was Soldier Boy's room - something that he didn't find surprising in the slightest, as he was someone that actively fought sleep. "I've slept enough," he would say.

He started walking away, but didn't move far as he stopped dead in his tracks. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" That was your voice. What the Hell were you doing in his bedroom? And at this hour? Hughie thought to himself. He knew that the two of you were friends of some sort, as you were the only person that SB genuinely seemed to like and get along with, but for some reason, it didn't really occur to Hughie that you would be spending time with him this late into the night.

The next thing he heard was chuckling, chuckling from SB. "Trust me." The next sounds Hughie heard actually made his eyes go wide. It was the bedside drawer opening and closing just as quickly, the sound of some kind of plastic being opened, and then bed springs squeaking. The squeaking was so loud that he could only assume that it was the two of you moving in unison, not just one of you.

“Oh wow that’s…huge.” You commented, emphasizing the word ‘huge.’ Huge? Hughie thought. Gross.

Again, SB chuckled. “Never seen one so big Princess?” Princess?! Hughie was surprised he didn’t gag right then and there. Never did he ever want to hear SB say the word Princess, nor did he ever want to hear it in the context of it being used to describe you; his best friend since kindergarten.

“No, never.” You replied back, sounding as if you were embarrassed. “I mean, I’ve heard they can be that big but…” you trailed off.

So many emotions were taking over Hughie: but disgust was the main one. There were two things that his brain automatically came up with in this scenario. The first: barge into the room and stop you and Soldier Boy from having sex, the second: move far away as possible from the door and pretend this never happened. As much as he wanted to do the first option, he valued his life too much, didn't want to see Soldier Boy in all of his naked glory (once was enough when they were in Russia), nor did he want to be a cockblock for one of the oldest and most powerful supes in history. He knew, that being a cockblock would have been the very last thing he would do in life if he barged in. Option two it is, he thought to himself. With that decision, he never moved so quickly in his life.

The morning finally came and you were greeted by Ben having his arms wrapped around you and your head tucked underneath his chin. His embrace around you was tight, but not so tight that if you needed to move, you could (not that he would let you move any way, he was too comfortable). He's getting better at not crushing me when we cuddle, you couldn't help but think. The position the two of you were in was an intimate one, and it had become a somewhat regular occurrence over the past couple of weeks. It was something that you never thought would ever happen, especially when you first met him a few months ago.

Your relationship with Ben had drastically changed in the short amount of time that you had known him and took a complete 180. When you first met him, you were initially excited to meet him because you had watched all of his movies on repeat growing up as your father was a huge Soldier Boy fan - it was something the two of you had bonded over. But when you met him, he was far from how you envisioned him to be. He wasn't this all-American hero who stood up against injustice - he was a misogynistic racist asshole.

As time went on, Ben had somehow started to grow on you. Although there were still elements of him that radiated misogynism and racism, you gave him the benefit of the doubt when it came to certain things. How it wasn't entirely his fault, as he had spent 40 years essentially in isolation being tortured by the Russians; completely unaware of the massive changes that took place in the world. Once you had "remembered" that, and started spending more and more time with him, you had started to fall for him - and it happened relatively quick.

"Good morning." He said to you, his voice lazy as he kissed your bare shoulder.

"Good morning to you too." You replied back, pressing your back and ass closer into him.

"Your heart's beatin' a little fast there Princess." He smirked.

"It's just nice waking up like this, that's all." You said. "Well, you kissing my bare shoulder doesn't hurt either."

"You know, I can kiss other parts too." He said, keeping the smirk on his lips.

"Hmm, I know you can." You said, turning to face him. He leaned in and kissed you, a little surprised that he was the one that initiated. "Can I ask you something?"

You heard an annoyed sigh from him. "You're going to ask if I say no or not Sweetheart." He responded with his usual bluntness.

"Yeah you're right." You said. Ben couldn't help but slightly roll his eyes. "So my question," you began, turning to face him completely as you propped up your elbow on the pillow. "Why didn't you try and have sex with me last night?"

Ben looked at you with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "You're disappointed that I didn't try and fuck you?" He let out a small chuckle at your question.

"Honestly...Yeah. I mean, everyone was sleeping, and I know you want to. Plus, I barely had anything on." When you came to his room last night, you had purposely wore more revealing clothes in order to tempt him - a tank top and boy shorts.

"You wouldn't've been able to stay quiet." He began. "Although, it would have been fun to hear you attempting to be quiet and failing miserably." There was that smirk again.

"You don't know that." You said, your fingertips running up and down his bare arm.

"Y/N, trust me. You wouldn't have." His confidence was almost radiating arrogance.

"Is that a promise?" You asked. Your question more bold than you had intended it to sound.

"Oh, it most definitely is." He said. "I'll tell you what. We can test it out tonight." He leaned in, inches away from your face, moving a strand of lose hair that had fallen in front of your face.

"Promise?" You asked, your voice low, a little hesitant.

"I didn't stutter did I?"

"No Sir." You said, leaning in and kissing him again.

The smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes filled the air, glasses of orange juice on the table. MM and Frenchie making breakfast for everyone while Kimiko helped to set the table. Butcher sat on the barstool on the island in the kitchen, every once in a while taking a sip of coffee and reading the paper. Hughie walked into the kitchen and took a seat next to Butcher, his face looked like he had seen a ghost. Putting down the last plate, Kimiko looked at Hughie and walked over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He didn’t respond to her touch, which made her slightly frown with concern. Frenchie looked over at her and she signed something to him. “Petit Hughie, she wants to know what’s wrong.” Frenchie translated.

Hughie didn’t respond, he just sat there on the stool looking off into space. Frenchie waved his hand in front of Hughie’s face. “Petit Hughie?” Frenchie and MM exchanged looks, and Butcher put down the paper.

“Oi, lad.” He waved his hand in front of his face too. He looked over at MM and Frenchie. “I know what to do.” Without hesitation, Butcher slapped Hughie in the face, causing him to almost fall off the barstool.

Hughie started rubbing his cheek where Butcher had slapped him. "What the fuck was that for?"

"For being a creepy little shite and not saying anything when we're talkin' to ya." Butcher responded.

"I had uh, a rough night." Hughie said. He pointed at his cheek. "This isn't going to bruise is it?" He asked, Butcher rolled his eyes.

"Do you want me to make it bruise?" He asked, smirking.

"Good morning everyone!" You practically sang as you walked into the kitchen. Everyone besides Ben had been there, as he was still currently pre-occupied with taking a shower. Everyone was currently sitting at the dining room table, slowly taking bites of their breakfast. Every so often, they took glances at you before looking back down at their plate of food.

Sitting down at the table, you took your usual spot next to Hughie and gave him a quick smile, before taking your fork and started digging into your pancakes. "MM, Frenchie, did you guys make this?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Uh, yeah." MM responded, almost too quietly. It was a little strange to you how quietly he had responded, but at the same time, you didn't really think anything of it, as the last couple of days has been a little rough for everyone. Despite being in a safe house, you knew that MM was at least up some of the night making sure that all of you were actually safe. You weren't sure if it was because of the situation you all were in, his military background, his OCD, or a combination of the three.

After a few moments of silence Hughie finally spoke to you. "So, how did you uh, sleep?"

You took a sip of your orange juice before responding. "Pretty good actually. Best I've slept in quite a while." Which was true. "How about you?"

"Rough night." Hughie said, responding very quickly to your question, as if he already had his answered prepared.

You frowned at his answer. "I'm sorry. Nightmare? Couldn't sleep?"

"A little of both." He said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked, genuinely wanting to know.

"Ye-" Before he could finish his sentence, Ben walked into the kitchen, freshly showered and wearing a t-shirt that you had gotten him about a week ago. Without saying a single word, Ben took his usual spot next to you and started digging into the plate of food in front of him.

You cleared your throat and looked at him, which caused him to look at you. "What?" He asked, a mouth full of pancakes.

"Isn't there something you'd like to say?" You asked.

"Christ on a cross..." He mumbled, before looking up. "Morning." He said, forcing a smile before looking down at his plate again. "Happy?" He mumbled just low enough for only you to hear.

You smiled at him. "Very." You whispered back.

"The things I fucking do for you." He mumbled.

Hughie stood up very abruptly, the utensils and plates shaking a bit. This abruptness had caused everyone to look at him (except for Ben, who didn't even seemed bothered in the slightest). "You know what, I'm just going to come out and say it." His voice confident.

"We know you're gay." Ben said, very nonchalantly, still not looking up. "It's uh, good for you." He looked up now, focusing his attention on Hughie. "Be proud or...whatever." He finished, flashing him a forced smile. Ben then turned toward his attention to you, looking for some kind of approval from you regarding what he just said. Trying to adjust to the modern age was hard for him, but he was thankful that you were there to help him navigate things.

"What? I-I'm not gay. For the last time, I'm with Annie." Hughie said, trying his best to defend himself.

"I've been told that's called a beard." Ben took another bite out of his pancakes, and your hand automatically went to his thigh, giving it a small squeeze. It was your way of basically telling him to stop talking. He looked at your hand before looking at you again. "What?"

You turned your attention to your friend. "Hughie, what did you want to say?"

"Okay. I'm just going to come out and say it. Ask it. Whatever!" His voice sounding insanely flustered. "Did you guys fuck last night?"

You felt your eyes go wide, your fingernails digging into Ben's pants. You didn't know what to say, you were speechless. "What's it to you?" Ben asked, not even seeming to be remotely fazed by Hughie's question.

"Because she's my friend." Hughie responded. He knew that his response wasn't good enough.

"Okay, and?" Ben gave him a confused look, unsure of what Hughie's point even was. "I'll repeat, what's it to you? Y/N doesn't ask every time you blow Butcher."

"Again, I'm not gay." Hughie said, his voice sounding defeated.

"Whatever. Point is, she doesn't fucking ask. So why are you asking?" You couldn't help but agree with Ben, who seemed to be very reasonable in his questioning for once.

Hughie looked at Ben and you, and then looked at the rest of the group - all of them staring at him, waiting for him to say something. "Because..." he tried to find the right words. "Because you two are the reason why I couldn't sleep last night!" You and Ben exchanged looks, not understanding. The two of you focused your attention on him. Before either you or Ben could say anything, Hughie started talking again. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He looked at you. "Never seen one so big?" He looked at Ben. "You're even wearing his fucking shirt!" Hughie pointed to the shirt you were wearing.

You looked down at your shirt before looking at Hughie again. "I always wear Ben's shirts." You stated.

"No, you don't actually!" Hughie's voice was starting to sound so frantic now.

"She looks damn good in them though." Ben commented, taking yours and his empty plate to the sink.

"Hughie, I can assure you. Me and him didn't have sex last night." You said, really trying your best to reassure your friend, even though - to Ben's point - it wasn't remotely his business anyway.

"We will tonight though." Ben said, his voice calm as it has been throughout this entire exchange.

"They didn't need to know that." You pinched the bridge of your nose. You weren't embarrassed that Ben said that, but it was something that you didn't think he needed to add to the conversation.

"Sure they did. I mean, your friend here seems interested." Ben walked over back to the table, placing two mugs of coffee before sitting back down next to you again.

"For the love of..." You mumbled. "We smoked a blunt last night! There! Happy?" Your voice was the one that sounded frantic now, with a small hint of annoyance added.

"You guys...smoked...a blunt?" Hughie felt his cheeks heating up, embarrassed by this whole exchange now. "So you guys weren't talking about the size of his -"

"Hughie you better not finish that fucking sentence I swear to God." MM said, his voice sounding as if he had lost all of his patience already for the day, and it wasn't even nine in the morning yet.

“Ben and I were talking and I had mentioned that I’ve never smoked a blunt before, or have done any kind of drugs so he offered to let me try it. That’s it.” There was much more to the conversation, but you didn't feel like adding anything else. The rest of the gang didn't need to know that you and Ben were planning on going some place far away from New York when all was said and done.

"You never smoked a blunt before? I'm shocked." Butcher stated. "Swear you have." For as long as he had known you (which was quite a while now, as you joined The Boys about a year before Lamplighter had killed Mallory's grandkids), he could have sworn up and down that you were on some kind of drugs, but he never could put his finger on it. He thought about asking you of course, but he always decided against it.

"It's shocking I know." You shrugged. "I guess it's never appealed to me."

"Well it's a good thing you're with Mister Coke Head over here." Butcher said, adding a little chuckle at the end.

"Just because we're together doesn't mean I'm gonna start doing drugs with him Butcher." You defended.

"She'll be too busy doing other things." Ben smirked, before winking at you.

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[thezombieprostitute]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Johnny Storm + realizing his feelings for you are real and strong because you’re the first person he’s ever missed while you’re apart 🥺

A/N: This is my first time writing for Johnny Storm so please let me know if I did okay!

"Johnny, what the hell?!" Sue's voice rang from the shared kitchen.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it" Johnny yelled from his room.

"You were the last person in the kitchen!"

"It still wasn't me!"

Sue storms to Johnny's room to find him in his bed, hugging a sweater you'd left behind a few visits ago. "You're really gonna lay there and try to convince me that you, the last person in the kitchen, after I cleaned it this morning, are not responsible for the half-assed attempt at baking I just walked in on?"

"Well excuse me for trying to do something nice for everyone," Johnny whines.

"What's gotten into you, Johnny? I swear I've never seen you like this."

From further down the hall they hear Ben, "lover boy just misses his girl is all."

"No, I don't," Johnny shouts back at him.

Ben snickers, "I can't see you but I know you're cuddling up with her shirt, ain't you?"

Johnny throws your sweater to the side before pouting, "NO!" Sue smiles fondly as Ben breaks out into a laugh.

At that moment the front door opens, "I'm home!" Richard calls out. Sue turns to greet him but is distracted by Johnny shoving her to the side to run to the door.

"Wait, where's Y/N," Johnny asks. "She was supposed to come back with you."

"Yeah," Reed confirmed. "She wanted to go home and get some rest."

"But..." Johnny can't think straight.

Reed continues, "I asked her if she wanted to come over but she told me, the last time you two went out, you said you wanted some space." Reed shrugs, "I guess she's just giving you what you want."

Johnny starts pouting and angrily grabs the keys to his motorcycle before storming out of the apartment.

Your apartment feels cold and quiet as you enter. You miss Johnny but you don't want to bother him, especially after he said he was feeling a little "smothered". You flinch at the memory.

"Ugh, one thing at a time," you tell yourself as you start putting your things away. It was a long trip and you feel exhausted. Maybe a shower and some sleep will cure your ills.

A shower certainly does help but you still find yourself feeling lonely. Maybe Johnny was on to something. Maybe you do spend too much time with him and not enough alone. You put on some pajamas, order delivery from your favorite pizza place, and settle in on the couch for some alone time.

Too soon to be the pizza, you hear an insistent knock at the door. Confused you head over and look through the peephole. It's Johnny! As soon as the door is open he's pulling you into a deep kiss, complete with a warm hug.

"I'm so sorry," he says when he pulls away. "I'm so sorry I said I need space. I don't need space, I need my head examined. I missed you so much. So much more than I've ever missed anyone. I'm sorry I tried to push you away."

You gently rub his cheek while giving him some reassuring coos. Neither of you realized the door was still open until the pizza arrived. The two of you settled on the couch to eat. You thought to sit on the opposite side but Johnny pulled you close, until you were practically sitting on his lap.

"I need you to know," he whispers after finishing a slice, "why I said what I said." You turn to face him, making sure he knows he has your attention. "I've...I've never been one for things like long-term relationships. No one who knows me thinks I'm even capable of anything more than just...casual hookups or convenience relationships, like you and I have."

You nod your understanding and he continues, "I was trying to keep that reputation when I told you we were spending too much time together. But this last week, without you being around at all? Fuck, I, I have to admit, I'm in love with you."

His confession leaves you wide-eyed, "you really mean that?"

"Yes," he replies with a look you've dubbed his "serious face".

"I accept your apology, and your confession," you hum. "But you owe me."

"Name your price, Fire Lily," he breathes.

"You have to give me back the sweater your keep in your room."

Updating to make sure tags are included:

@alicedopey

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Eddeth

Day #30 - Fame & Fortune | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Fake!Eddeth, Steddie | Tags: Modern AU, Stop Trying to Make Eddeth Happen, It's Not Gonna Happen, Eddie & Gareth Are Best Friends, They Are Also: Idiot², Paparazzi, Social Media, Luddite Eddie, Steve Harrington Has To Clean Up All Their Messes, But What Else Is New?

"Did you know they're shipping us?" 

"Shipping us where? I hope they poke holes first," Eddie says, looking over at Gareth as he's scrolling on his phone. Gareth isn't listening to him, doesn't even laugh, which Eddie thinks is rude. That was a great dad joke.

He's picked up dad jokes from Steve, because Steve's corny as fuck. 

"Not like that," Gareth says, "like, shipping us together. We have a name and everything."

"Speak English," Eddie demands.

"You know, like Bennifer? But we're Eddeth," Gareth says.

"Who's Bennifer?"

"Which version?" Gareth asks, "Nevermind. You don't care. It's the ship name for Ben and Jennifer together. Do you never read the tabloids?"

"No. And I don't like that," Eddie says.

"Well, I knew you wouldn't. But now they're thinking about us. Together. Romantically. Enough that we have a mash-up of our names together."

Eddie barks out a laugh, "Well, alright. Whatever floats their boat."

Gareth sits there quietly for a bit, then says, "Maybe we can use this. Drum up some attention for the band. Get our name out there. Be a trending hashtag."

"I don't know what that means," Eddie says. 

"I know you don't. But we could, like, get in the zeitgeist."

"I hate everything you're choosing to be right now," Eddie says.

"Eddie. This could blow us up."

"Well, sure, in that case I'll tell Steve to just step aside."

"Not for real, dummy. Just for the paparazzi. Get our names talked about more. If they see more of the band, they may like the band more."

Eddie says he'll think about it, but he has no intention of doing any of that. They are exactly the right amount of famous. He can walk down the street without being harassed, but they live comfortably. He isn't about to upset that apple cart.

But it persists. There's buzz, apparently. At least according to Gareth, anyway.

So, at the next show, Eddie hops up on the drum riser and covers Bang Dem Sticks, while flirting with Gareth. It is possible to flirt platonically, and he does it very well. 

The next day, Gareth shows him all the chatter. The tiktoks. The commentary. And, well, maybe they could use this to their advantage. Just for a minute.

So, they walk down a dozen different sidewalks, and no paparazzi cameras pop out to snap pictures. Which is normal. He isn't sure why Gareth suddenly thought they'd make TMZ. 

But Gareth persists, and they even go to the Ivy, and still nothing. 

Even LAX is a fucking bust. 

That night, Eddie crawls into bed next to Steve, and sighs.

"What's the matter with you?" Steve asks, tipping down his iPad to look at Eddie.

"Nobody will take my picture with Gareth."

Steve laughs, "What the hell are you talking about?"

So, Eddie tells him their grand plan, and Steve is laughing his fucking ass off before Eddie can even finish. 

"Eddie. You have to call the paps if you want to do a pap walk. They aren't mind-readers. They don't just show up. Do you think all those pictures of celebs you see are actually candid? They definitely aren't."

Well, Eddie never looks at pap pictures. He has no fucking clue. He likes to fly under the radar.

"Really?" Eddie eventually asks. 

"Really. Do you want me to organize a pap walk for you?" Steve asks, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Well. Kinda," he says, "we're Eddeth."

"I know, honey. I've seen all the videos of you flirting with him on stage."

Eddie laughs, "You know that's not real, right?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm not new here," Steve says, "I'll call it in tomorrow. You can be photographed to your heart's content."

And they are. As if it were magic, a handful of photogs are suddenly very aware of where they'll be on various outings. Eddie holds the door for Gareth. Hugs him on the street corner. They get an inordinate amount of coffees that Eddie doesn't even like.

The pictures run, and not a lot of people care, but they are being discussed in some circles. 

So, they keep doing it. Dinners and movies and trips through the airport where they're not really going anywhere. Only going through security, as if they were.

That's a brand new kind of torture. Who goes through TSA when they don't actually have to? 

More coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee. Eddie's never bought this many drinks in his life. 

And then the bottom falls out. 

Someone makes a video that goes extremely viral, explaining everyone in their Corroded Coffin circle. 

Including Steve. 

In fact, it's almost mourning the breakup of them. Steddie. They're Steddie, apparently, and now the fans, the real fans, those that actually have followed them, are upset. Pointing fingers, assigning blame. Some to Eddie, some to Gareth.

Fuck.

"Uh, we've got a problem," Eddie tells Steve, and Steve just shakes his head, already aware of the situation.

"Do we have to do a pap walk now?" Eddie asks, worrying his hands together. 

He never did anything romantic with Gareth. It can all be explained away, swept under the rug. 

He thinks.

He hopes.

"I really don't want to," Steve says, and that's that. They won't.

Now, Eddie's either a cheater in the eyes of their actual fans, or they think Steve's gone. 

Instead, Gareth does a couple pap walks with his girlfriend, and she's branded a beard, immediately. They really fucked this up, big time. 

"We'll go to dinner. The four of us," Steve says, "I'll call it in."

And Eddie kisses his cheek, over and over.

Just to be safe, Steve has their publicist send TMZ a copy of their marriage certificate, and some boilerplate that Eddie and Gareth are just best friends, and always have been.

As they settle into the booth at the restaurant, pictures still being taken, Steve asks, "Are we done trying to be tabloid fodder? Have we learned our lesson?"

"Yes, Steve," Eddie and Gareth both say in unison.

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[curryfury13]

KHOC Week Day 6 - Journal

This has been a prompt for @khoc-week that I've been so excited about. Hinata keeps journals of her adventures as a way to keep track of her memories. She's forgotten large chunks of her past before and wants to make sure that can never happen again.

Her journals, however, are a bit different from a normal diary. She writes them like a story and also draws pictures in them to show where she is. She's not an incredibly gifted artist, but learned a few things from her time with Namine.

This is an excerpt of her journal entry during a short stay on Montressor. In Chapter 41 of "The Forgotten Traveler", Hinata and her team find themselves back on Montressor in search of information on Sam's dad. It leads them back to the Benbow, where Sam's mom holds the missing piece.

The actual chapter was written from Sam's point of view, but this journal entry is Hinata's take on it all. I'll post the entire entry below:

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The Benbo Inn was filled with warmth and life. Sarah Hawkins always did have a way of making people feel welcome. She kept our booth open. I remember sitting there after my shift, or whenever Sam and James would come during my work day and convince me to take a break. Tonight though, it lacked the usual excitement it used to.

While the rest of the inn bustled and chatted, we were there for something different. Sam needed to talk with her mom. It wasn't going to be easy and it made me queasy to think about. Jenna was someone I couldn't figure out. Her eyes showed a vast emptiness, yet I could sense something deeper. It made me sad for her. Though I could understand the anger Sam held towards her. Two years of isolation… What could that do to someone? I went crazy during my month alone on Treasure Planet. Well, mostly alone.

As Ben and I took our seats, Sam went to her mom. Her words were short and terse, telling her they needed to talk after closing time, then she came back to the booth with us. I wish I could have said something to help. Part of me wished I could have taken care of the entire thing for her. But that wouldn't help anything. It was something she needed to face on her own.

Knowing that, I asked if she wanted us there during the discussion, which she said yes to. All that remained was for us to eat dinner and wait. But even with the great food from Sarah, I didn't have much of an appetite. Sam didn't seem to either. While Ben kept the conversation going, mostly with himself. I'm glad he was there.

It was agonizing to wait. I kept drumming my fingers against the table and I'm pretty sure my leg wouldn't stop shaking. Then closing time finally came. I helped Jenna and Sarah clean up. It was just like I was working there again. But then it was time to talk.

Jenna brought over a chair and carefully folded her apron over the back of it before she sat down. She sat on the edge, her back straight. It was like she was trying to seem stronger than she felt. Sam brought out a locket. It looked similar to mine but was made from a bluish metal. I didn't recognize the engraving on top, not that it entirely matters. Jenna seemed to though. I noticed her shifting in her seat at the sight of it. Did she know what was inside it?

Sam asked if she'd seen the vision and Jenna just nodded. Not a word came out of her. Sam continued to pry and Jenna's entire demeanor shifted. Her posture slumped and that distant glaze came back over her eyes. There was more to this. Even with the possibility of getting Jarith back, she didn't react. It only made her retreat further back into herself. What was really going on?

There was something deeper. Something even Sam didn't seem to understand and realize. The raw pain between them was palpable. It didn't take long for Sam to lose her temper. She slammed her hands against the table, demanding answers. Jenna begged her not to look into this and got up from her seat to leave.

I couldn't sit by anymore and got out of my seat, while Lupe took care of calming Sam down. Jenna could hardly stand. She leaned against the tables for support as she walked away. I moved to stand in front of her and all I saw was a broken woman. Everything she did… she abandoned her children when they needed her most, ignored them when they pleaded for help and even for something as simple as love, and locked herself away for nearly two years. Why didn't I share Sam's resentment towards her? There had to be more to it. More that we didn't understand about Jenna.

All I had to say to Jenna was acknowledge she was trying to protect Sam. She broke down. Sam was all she had left.

Sam cried that if that was the case, why did she never care?

It was a valid question. One Jenna didn't have an answer to. Whatever is going on with her, maybe Jarith will have the answer. We have to find him.

Lupe and I calmed Jenna down enough to let Sam back in for another chance to talk. We promised her that we'd get him back… Maybe that was a foolish thing to promise, but it seemed like the only choice at the time. I know I'll do everything in my power to do it. We all will.

Sam tried again. She knelt in front of Jenna and offered the locket once more. She pleaded softly, begging for any information about her dad. And Jenna did… she told us the name Glee Anselm. That's where we'll find Sam's dad.

We have quite the journey ahead of us.

[axailslink]

Stand by me

Judy Harmon x poc FEM reader

Summary: Judy is upset while you're cleaning but she can't help but get giddy as you're dancing to the music and begging her to dance with you

The words house wife never sat right with you never have and never will. Even if you're currently doing the duties of one... No man is worthy of that type of attention however your wife is worthy of it all even when she's annoyed and pissed off like she is today. You kiss on her face and down her neck trying to get a glimpse of a smile or a chuckle but nothing happens she's still frowning and drowning in her lack of sleep. A sigh escapes your lips as you plant one last kiss against her soft lips before returning to the kitchen to get your hands soaked in hot and bubble filled dish water. You never knew what made Judy so angry sometimes but you've learned not to ask because she was always so hesitant and always said it was best you didn't know. Stubborn but it's out of love. The silence of the room doesn't last for long because an all too familiar song plays on the radio and it leaves you smiling "that's your song J" Judy glances over at you and she can't help but smile seeing the big one on your face. "Come on Judy" you shake your hands off and wipe them on the rag wrapped around your waist "baby I don't feel like dancing" you approach her anyways smile still wide on your face as you do so and she's smiling ear to ear now. "I don't care" Judy smiles and slowly stands up "I know you don't come here" you're giddy when you grab hold of her by her face and gently peck her lips her hands sit on your waist keeping you close as she rocks to the music. You sing along and Judy hums to the familiar song.

So darlin', darlin', stand by me

You kiss Judy a bit more passionately now singing every time your lips disconnect to give her a bit of a shock you lick into her mouth and hum as you pull away.

If the sky that we look upon

Judy can't help but smile at you "what was I thinking when I bought a house with you?" You hums as you lay your head on her shoulder "I'm not sure maybe you think I look good cleaning or something."

Should tumble and fall

"Maybe I was thinking I love you" you hum and kiss her neck "do you now?" "You know I love you Y/n"

Or the mountains should crumble to the sea

"I know Judy. I know you love me"

I won't cry, I won't cry

No I won't shed a tear

Just as long as you stand

Stand by me

"I love it just as much when you stay home" you grab Judy's hand and lead her to her favorite room in the house. Your shared bedroom.

"Oh so that's what you been plotting you want me to stay home and love on you?" You smile slyly "love on me touch on me same thing? Yes?" Judy laughs as she loosens her hand from your grip and unbuttons your gown "same thing? No"

And darling, darling

Stand by me, oh stand by me

Oh stand now, stand by me

Stand by me

A/n: forgive any typing errors my laptop is dying literally so all I've been using is my phone and it's the worst. Really.

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[romana-after-dark]

But what if Lorenzo was in ROF? Hmm? What if he was Santi's second cousin? What if I got to kiss him?

(I'm so sorry)

What if???

NON CANON NON CANON NON CANON NON CANON

(This is mostly a crack fic, both The Wrong Way where Lorenzo comes from and Room's on Fire are post-apocalyptic, and ROF is not TLOU universe, there's no indication that ROF had zombies. And lets say Lorenzo and Zach aren't committed at this point. Don't think too hard on it all.)

Lorenzo was visiting his second cousin, Santiago. He heard he had a wife now and also husbands??? His side of the family was always a bit strange.

So his cousin was a cult leader! Lorenzo worked for a raider who had kidnapped a 20 year old

Well, this girl was 22 but she at least seemed to be there willingly.

"And then she'll have a child and he'll bring peace on earth." Santi explained over dinner, his wife sitting next to him. She was pretty, but Lorenzo didn't quite grasp why Santiago would want her when he had a slew of stunning men around him. At his right was his right handman, Francisco who he seemed more handsy than with his wife.

"Uh huh, right, that's crazy, man." Lorenzo wasn't really listening, he was too busy eyeing their guardsman. Jonah, he heard Will say. Older, crazy cheekbones, greying brown hair, and a cocky sway to his hips Lorenzo liked. He wondered if Jonah was gay. He'd find out.

Madonna was nodding along, looking up at her husband as he spoke and smiling. At the very least she seemed excited.

After a while, Madonna retired to her painting room to 'Allow the men some time alone', and Lorenzo and the guys went to the parlor for drinks. Francisco asked if Lorenzo smoked and when Lorenzo said yes, he gave him a blunt. The night was fun, minus Ben, Will and Santi bragging about their sexual escapades with Madonna. Lorenzo was more interested in whatever the hell was happening between the four men. Natural chemistry was radiating off Francisco and Ben, and Santi was clearly also eyeing Will, but nothing really compared to how much the focus was on Madonna. Funny, the world could end but straight relationships were still prioritized.

Leaving to go to the bathroom, Lorenzo ran into Madonna crying a tray of snacks.

When the tray fell, cheese and crackers scattering on the floor, the disappointment in her face reminded him of the young girl at his home.

"Hey" He spoke, helping her clean up. "Don't worry about it."

Unlike the girl, she didn't cry, she just seemed frustrated.

"This always happens." She mutters.

"What does?"

Madonna sighs. "I can't seem to get this right" She shakes her head.

Lorenzo was still confused. "What's this?"

She stops, knelt down at the floor with her pretty dress across her legs. "Being a wife. It hasn't really... come easily."

The girl and Madonna had similarities. Their youth, passivity, femininity, but there are differences. These things come easy to the girl, as soon as she had freedom she took care of Joel and Tommy, and even Lorenzo and Jack. "Sweetheart, you're doing great. I ran into you. Here, let's just..." He put the cheese, meat and crackers on the tray, reorganizing them with the garnish. "Bring this to them, I won't say a thing."

She looked at him hesitantly. "But, they were on the floor..."

"It's mostly the crackers on the floor, it'll be fine. Where I live, I've had to each much worse to survive. I promise they'll be okay."

Madonna looked at him, nervous but she acquiesced. "Okay... yeah, okay..."

She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. Lorenzo helped her up, straightened her dress and hair and let her go happily, excited to care for her husbands. As she walked away, a skip back in her step, Lorenzo wondered where she fit into this world. It seemed like she was almost a pawn. The four men had decades of life before her, and goddamn how many of them were sucking dick? She was only 22, how could she possibly navigate this world and complexities?

Lorenzo shook it all off. He had one young girl he had to keep alive already, he just hoped Madonna had enough people around her.

Speaking of which...

Lorenzo noticed how Jonah hovered over her, how she looked to him for reassurance. He seemed fatherly to her.

Lorenzo went to the bathroom and then went to find Jonah. He wondered, in a household of much more open sexuality, where Jonah laid on that spectrum...

**********************

Anyway IDK I just liked this

Jonah isn't necessarily gay or bi in canon, but I thought Fen would enjoy the idea of them fucking

I LOVE YOU FEN!!!!!

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

1) You have no idea how excited I was when someone actually wanted to delve my AU list, and #16 is one I haven't really done any work on this one so I'm so happy to think more on it thank you so much @tinpotterror

2) au 16 is one I'm so excited to get a plot for I can't stress enough that I think this one is gonna be good I just don't have a main conflict yet but who knows maybe this post will brew it, I do some great thinking while typing shit

SO AU 16 is a hospital au

which yes yes I know

but I need you to imagine, to come along for the ride with me.

It's an emergency room, because it always is, that's how these things always go, and ben solo is nearing the end of his residency. four years of undergrad, four years of medical school, and he's ready to be a fully fledged doctor. It's all he's wanted for fuckin YEARS, and he's almost there.

But charge nurse Armitage Hux continues to be a pain in his ass. All he has are complaints; the way Ben charts, his patient demeanor, hell, he even questions the dosage on meds, sometimes. (And he's often right, though Ben will never admit it. 50mg ˆwouldˆ have killed that patient, he did mean 5mg.) Ben doesn't like it, but Hux spends a lot of time cleaning up his messes, to the point that Hux legit does not respect Ben. Literally calls him Ben, doesn't call him Dr. Anything, because he's inches away from being a nurse practitioner, and he's earned the right to feel that way.

My favorite game to play is how do I get snoke in this au, and I think snoke is an elderly patient who's a frequent flier. he's awful, he's cruel, and the only two people in the ED he likes are Hux and Ben, so they end up having to work together more than either would like, as Snoke's health declines. Does Ben try to ignore a DNR? maybe? does he terrorize the other nurses to the point that they refuse to do anything for him, and ben spends fifteen minutes on one poor teenage boys blood draw, because he's only found a vein like three times? definitely. Is there a mass casualty event, because those are always a plot point on hospital shows? it is now, and you'll never guess who wasn't working that day and comes in half delirious on a stretcher, because you guessed it itS HUX (coming back I've decided he was running a race and there was a shooting because I put plenty of my own nightmares into fan fiction and this would just be another.)

and ben obviously realizes in those moments, as he looks at hux in the hospital bed, heading into emergency surgery, how much he relies on that voice, how much he's been leaning on Hux's years more experience, how much he's been undervaluing that resource. And hux gets through surgery while Ben is having to help other patients and trying not to lose his mind, he gets admitted to a room and when he wakes up from anesthesia, who would happen to be sitting in his room, passed out after a 14 hour shift still in his scrubs but Ben solo, a cold cup of tea that was smuggled in sitting on his bedside table.

and Ben keeps visiting hux, although Hux doesn't know why. He assumes it's guilt, of some sort, and figures he can take advantage of it to get the good snacks from the vending machine, but he comes back to work and Ben is still nice? And at this point, it's getting confusing, but he just keeps letting it happen, because he's decided it's preferable to Ben from before, but in some ways, it's not, because he starts to miss some of the venom, and he can't figure out why, until he realizes that oh no he hates Ben but he was also 100% flirting and that's a terrible idea, they work together it would end so poorly

But ben won't stop looking at him with his big doe eyes and eventually hux breaks and kisses him, and ben's confused? and then hux is confused, because what was this all about if Ben didn't have a crush on him, but he flees the break room and goes home and ignores all the calls to his phone and shows up to his next shift and tries to pretend that nothing happened.

At which point another one of the nurses all but slaps ben over the head for being so dumb and then they bone i guess? I created most of this plot in the last five minutes so it needs some refinement but I just need one for the nurses tbh. THIS ONE IS FOR THE NURSES it's for every nurse that's ever been nice to me and also my friend tyra

[alexcaldownapier]

KEEPER - Post-Production

Final Proof of Concept for KEEPER (This is the submission version so does not have full credits, they are in the description, it only has the assessed members credited - this will be rectified before it is made public on the film's social media and crowdfunder)

After my deep dissatisfaction with the rushes, I was over the moon with the edit. Jake managed to work his magic with the few usable parts of the footage, making something that does exactly what we had wanted it to do.

On their own, the shots seemed muddled narratively and poorly executed, however, in the context of the edit, the shots totally work! The perspective is consistent and draws us in to our main character and the stakes of the scene. The OTS shots on Graham (mainly a clean single in the final edit) really let us feel the pressure that Will is under from the coach (I'm also really happy with the effect of the moving camera in these shots). The lens gets longer and the camera pushes in constantly throughout the scene, pushing us ever closer to the moment the ball is kicked into the back of the net. While there are still some framing issues (the tracking shot of Will is very awkward) and focus issues (the tracking shot again, as well as the final shot) Jake managed to keep these to a minimum, making my work seem a lot slicker than it actually was. Really, a hell of an editor, that boy.

We had a couple rounds of feedback from the whole team and then from only Ben before the picture was locked. I got straight into the colour grade - I can't sit on footage, it must be played with.

The different lighting conditions on the filming day

My main challenge with the colour grade was matching the footage from the different weather/lighting types we had when filming. Both the contrast and the exposure changed drastically throughout the day. Strangely, the bright, direct sunlight happened twice, but both those times managed to fall on when we were shooting the dive, so in actuality, it was only a few shots that were wildly different, the rest were more or less the same. I spent half a day getting the levels to match and getting the contrast to a good place before going into the the "look". At first, Ben wanted a yellow-y tinge to the grass as we'd seen in some of the inspiration images, but after doing a full pass with this style, I wasn't satisfied. Ben gave me a specific image to grade to for the dirt:

grading reference

I managed to get a look relatively close to this, however, I wasn't a fan of how luminant the greens were. I then tried a version that had deeper, colder greens, which is the final version. I'm really happy with the way Will and Graham's red tops stand out and draw our eyes in. One issue I was having was the paleness of our main actor, a complexion I've never seen before. It was a struggle to bring out any real saturation to his skin tones, but I think this added to the cold feeling of the environment. To add to the dirty feeling, I used a 35mm film grain overlay which I like, although it is a lot less noticeable on my laptop monitor than it was in the grade or on the Mac monitor. Other little effects included the aspect ratio (5:3) which Ben had suggested which I ended up really liking as it gives a nice middle ground between framing faces and framing the width of the pitch. And finally a little vignetting to accentuate the tunnel-vision feel. Overall, I'm happy with the way the film looks and although this look is nowhere close to what the final film will be like (in terms of colour and contrast) as we will be filming at night under spotlights, I think I still managed to further develop my colour grading skills which will help next year.

And then we added the credits (Just the assessed members for this submission) and uploaded to Vimeo. The workflow was all smooth on my end and I'm really happy with how we progressed through post-production.

And then I just had my final reflection to do and a few days to work on my other project...

[sevenf1ng3rs]

His Burden: Chapter 18

Chapter 18: We've never been friends.

The Next Day

You walk into the coffee shop and see Ben there early, already getting the shop ready. His hair looks greasy and unkempt, his wrinkled clothes sit awkwardly on his frame, and large bags sit generously under his eyes.

Weird, I haven't seen him since the party. I feel like he's avoiding me or something.

"Hey Ben!" you chirp, jogging up to him behind the bar.

Ben pretends not to hear you and puts his headphones on, turning away and grabbing a rag.

Why is he being so cold to me? Did I do something to him?

With no Maddie to talk to and Ben avoiding you, the shift is excruciatingly dull. Whenever you make eye contact with Ben, he looks away, even when telling him a customer's order.

God, what is wrong with him? I think I should confront him when the shift ends.

Hours go by of complete radio silence on his part until the shift ends. You ensure everyone leaves, so you stay behind to help him close up, hoping to converse with him.

"It's fine, I got it," he says his first words to the day when you start stacking chairs on the tables beside him.

Ben walks into the backroom, where the supplies and storage are held. You trail behind him and to the back, waiting for him to turn around and talk.

"What are you still doing here? I told you I got it," he says more annoyedly, grabbing random cleaning supplies.

"Why are you being so rude to me? I thought we were friends?" you say while putting your arm in front of the shelf he was looking at, trying to get his attention.

"Friends," he scoffs. "We've never been friends."

"What do you mean, we-"

"Do you really not know?" he turns to look you in the eye, stepping closer to you with each word.

"Know what?" you back up with him, putting space between the two of you with each step.

Ben backs you entirely into the wall, placing his hands on either side of your head.

"I've liked you ever since we met," Ben says, reaching out and pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea. I didn't mean to lea-" You subconsciously back away from his touch, fixing the stray hair by yourself.

"You didn't mean to lead me on. That's funny. Real funny," Ben says, almost hysterical, looking up at the ceiling and shaking his head.

He snaps his head back down to look you in the eyes, placing one hand on your face, still trapping you between him and the wall.

"I won't tell if you don't," Ben says, referring to Namjoon.

"I would never cheat on Namjoon" You try to slide away from him, but his arm stays completely solid, and you tremble in fear of what he may do to you, feeling weak.

"Sure, sure. As if I haven't seen you staring at me since I started working here. I thought you felt the same way, but fucking Maddie kept setting you up with these losers," he scoffs and leans down to you, "It's ok, though; right now, it's just us," Ben finishes by kissing you on the cheek.

"Get off of me, you fucking creep," you whisper, wanting to scream but finding your voice caught in your throat.

Ben leans down and brushes his lips against yours, tears starting to fall down your face in disgust, your hands desperately trying to push him off. When Ben starts to put his hand under your shirt, the door bangs open, slamming on its hinges.

"Get your fucking hands off of her," Namjoon snarls at Ben, pulling him back by the back of his hair and slamming him towards the other side of the small back room.

Namjoon pins Ben to the shelves and punches him across the face, blood spraying from his mouth. He falls to the ground from the punch's force, but before he can pull himself up, Namjoon steps on his stomach and grabs his collar, lifting his torso off the floor. He swings his fist across his face again, harder this time, and slams Ben's head back to the floor with a crack.

"Namjoon, stop!" you yell and run towards the mess on the floor.

Namjoon's eyes looked furious, dark, and fixated solely on Ben's bruised body. He doesn't seem to hear or see you, his senses overtaken by anger. He lifts his fist again, the other hand around Ben's neck, about to throw the finishing blow as you run into his side and clutch his arms, crying into his bicep.

"Babe, please stop. He's not worth it," you say tearfully, staining his sleeve with your tears.

Namjoon seems to snap out of his rage with your touch, dropping Ben back onto the ground, forgetting about him altogether. He focuses on you solely, wrapping his hands across your shoulders.

Ben sees his opportunity to run away as he scurries off the floor and out of the room, leaving the shop and running down the street.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that," says Namjoon, his eyes wide, shocked at his own actions, "I don't know what came over me. I wanted to kill him."

He fully takes you into his arms, squeezing one around your waist and one across your back, cradling your head.

"I was so scared," you sniffle and wipe your eyes.

"I know, it's ok; I'm here now, and I'm not leaving you're side ever again"

"Promise?"

"I promise," Namjoon says.

He leans back and wipes the rest of your tears, kissing you on the forehead.

"I don't feel right about letting you continue to work here, though," he says seriously.

"No, I can't quit now. You know this shop is my life. My dream was to buy it from the owner one day and, and-" you say as you start to tear up again.

"I'm sorry it has to be like this," he says as if the decision is final.

"You can't take this away from me. Can't we compromise?" you plead with him.

"I don't see that happening. I need to know you're safe. What happened today can never happen again,"

You shake your head at him and close your eyes, wanting to be anywhere but in this situation right now.

"It's me or the shop. That's final," he says definitively.

"I hate you so much right now," you whisper, more tears starting to fall from your eyes.

"Do I mean this little to you? You can't just do this one thing for me?" he steps closer to you, only centimeters away from your face.

"Fuck you, you know how much I love this place!" you retort.

"And you know how much I love you!" Namjoon accidentally yells at you.

For different reasons, you both stare at each other, pent up with rage. The room seems to blur around you as Namjoon brings you in for a hungry kiss, ending your conversation there. He grabs you by the ass and hauls you onto a shelf, cans of coffee grounds flying to the floor. You reach up behind his head and tangle your hands into his hair, pushing him closer to you. He grinds his body into you, releasing all the jealousy and anger in his movements. His body is tense, wanting to push as close to you as humanly possible. He wraps both arms behind your back, dragging your shirt over your head from behind, leaving no time for you to breathe as his lips crash into yours. His tongue wins the battle for dominance easily, licking up into the roof of your mouth and tasting all of you. You find most of your limbs rendered helpless, his body taking up all of yours. He unbuckles your bra with one hand, the other reaching up immediately and kneading your tit. His head is buried in your neck, sucking angry red marks into almost every inch of your neck and chest, biting and licking you when he feels necessary.

"Gotta mark you up. Make everyone know you're all mine," he nips at your lower jaw and straightens back up.

He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it behind him, landing across the back walls and hanging by the sleeve to a bolt on the shelf. He wastes no time tugging your pants and underwear down, kneeling and attaching his mouth to your pussy with no warning, his arms wrapped around your thighs and pulling them apart. You cry out, reaching above your head and slamming the shelf above you, puffs of flour from the bags on the shelf dusting down on you both.

"I can't believe his dirty fucking hands were all over you. Can't fucking stand it. Did you like it?" He seethes at you, pushing his face back into you and thrusting his tongue into you harder.

"Answer me. Did you fucking like it?"

He pushes his forehead against yours, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are strong but hold a soft plea behind them. As if he needs you to tell him he's the only one for you.

"No, no, only you. Only you." you breathe back at him, arching your back further, rolling your hips up and down his face as his tongue slips in all of your crevices, working in and out of you and flicking against your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to press against it in small bursts, while the other hand removes itself from your thigh and joins his mouth at your entrance, two fingers fucking into you roughly.

He continues his assault on your pussy, your moans echoing off the sides of the room, all of your limbs twitching with pleasure.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He speaks through clenched teeth, anger seething out of him.

"You," you mutter quietly.

"I can't hear you," he says, mocking you.

"You. It belongs to you," you whimper, louder this time.

Namjoon slaps your clit, "That's more like it."

You feel one of his fingers exit your entrance, collecting some of your juices and pushing it down lower. His finger circles your rim, testing the waters before pushing the tip of it into you, up to the first knuckle. With his fingers stuffed in both of your holes, the pleasure is amplified intensely. Only a few more pumps are needed for you to explode all over his fingers, moaning his name and grinding onto his nose, your essence spread across his face.

"You're not done yet," he says.

He stands up when you're finished, unbuttoning his pants hastily and bringing his cock out. He sticks two of his fingers back into your cunt, grabbing some of your juices, causing you to tremble with overstimulation. He lathers your slick onto his cock, spreading it up and down his shaft. He lines up with your entrance, pushing into you with one long thrust. He builds the pace gradually, starting with long glides, making you feel every ridge of him before slamming back in, your tits bouncing with the force of his upstroke. Your hands claw his back, and tears prick the corner of your eyes.

"Please go faster; I can't take this," you plead with him, the slow glide of his hips not enough to soothe the ache that's rebuilt between your legs.

"I don't listen to dirty sluts," Namjoon snarls.

Contradictory to his words, he increases the pace, slapping his hips into you hard and fast. You moan at the feeling of him hitting your g-spot every time and the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. He brings his hands under your legs and hoists you up, turning you around and slamming your back against the door. Your legs wrap around his middle, thighs squeezing him tightly. He's strong enough only to need his hands to hold you up, fucking you into the wall easily. He takes one hand from your thigh and snakes it to your neck, lightly squeezing the base.

"Trust me." He says plainly, not waiting for a response before lifting his hand and squeezing your neck harder, blocking your airways. He fucks you faster with his hand around your throat, your head becoming lighter by the second. The feel of his cock mixed with the restriction of your breathing makes you dizzy, your mouth hanging open, shouting out garbled attempts at moans. Your head leans back fully against the wall, the world becoming black through the corners of your eyes, the lack of air hitting you fully when he rips his hand off your neck,

"Cum." he growls in your ear as he moves his hand, gulping a surge of air into your lungs, triggering an orgasm you didn't see coming. You look up to the ceiling, squeezing your eyes shut, moaning out but simultaneously trying to bring your breathing back to normal. As you come down from your high, what once was pleasure turned into pain, the overstimulation hitting you like a freight train.

"Ah, Namjoon. I don't know if I can keep up." You cry out at him, digging your nails into his biceps.

"No. You have one more in you. I will drag it out of you whether you like it or not." He responds, continuing to thrust into you but slowing his pace down quite a bit to not hurt you too much. He rolls his hips into you languidly, your wetness trailing down his cock and down to his balls, practically dripping on the floor. You bite down on his shoulder as hard as possible, feeling your teeth sink into his flesh. He jolts at the pain and pleasure of all of it. Payback, you think to yourself. Your pain eventually subsides and turns back into pleasure, and soft moans start to escape you again. He brings his thumb down and rubs it against your neglected clit, picking his pace back up to a steady rhythm. He drags one of the egg crates that sit behind the door nearer to him with his foot, bending his leg and using the crate as leverage. He uses the crate to push into you further, the new angle hitting sides of you that were previously untouched. You scream his name over and over, not caring if you can be heard, the pleasure too immense. Your last orgasm comes much calmer, a steady wave building and crashing over you satisfyingly, your pussy swelling and fluttering around him. Your orgasm triggers his own, keeping his hips pressed deeply into you as he comes. Dipping his head down and squeezing his eyes shut, moaning your name into your chest.

You both come down, panting, the sweat accumulated during your activities making you feel sticky and uncomfortable. He sets you down carefully but pins you back to the wall, splaying his hand across your stomach. He gathers all of his cum that was steadily dripping down your thigh with two fingers, pushing it all gently back inside of you. He does it over and over again until he's satisfied that it will all stay in before grabbing your clothes and handing them back to you.

"Why won't you fuck me like that at home?" you ask him after putting your clothes back on.

"I didn't mean to do all that. I got really jealous when I saw Ben so close to you,"

"I'm willing to come to an agreement about the coffee shop." You look into his eyes and step closer to him.

"What are the terms?"

"I'll quit my job here so long as you marry me,"

[the-firebird69]

A serious thing it would be a bigger vehicle and it would be more bulky like this and the grill would be like the Genesis more so which house is the same shape but the body would resemble this and it's not too hard to conceive because our perceived is because I've been doing for a while but I do see what you're saying those cars would be like the main stay and Rolls-Royce has a similar thing going on and so does Bentley and this would be there higher end and they're larger and thicker Hull and they have bigger motors and they're more luxurious with more options on the inside that are

Trump

We're going to go ahead with this at some point but will bring renderings and really the 3D and then come out pretty good and the concept is not lost and he likes it and now's the Time everything is speeding up and changing and they want to compete with Ben and Mac or their enemies and he would retain dealerships is what he wants to do and some distributorships and it's an idea because and maybe even assembly because it would keep the business going and it would be no hiccups he's sort of likes it and he likes the assembly he can armor his so it's probably going to go ahead with that last bit and this car would be awesome it would be like the Rolls-Royce they have now that's like that it's like a phantom and the grill is big like it used to be and they still make it and people buy them at the top now he's starting to get what he's saying this is going to be a full-blown attempt and it says he has some money and he has to spend it on something you can spending on castles and he can spend it on the cars and they'll have like this legacy so he's going to sit down and meet about it and he owns 100% of the company so he gets it and he can have input on deciding things but if he goes mental and wants everything electric we're going to have to stop him even if he wants train to get back at Blake and others so he's kind of laughing about it but we think it's a good idea he does too and he knew you were thinking it the whole time and it's actually excited about the idea of doing the assembly and sales it'd be really weird because our son is the line from Rolls-Royce and for him to work there even under the table like detailing the car or something it would be like worth a lot of money you make like $1,000 and Shaker would make probably about 2 million extra dollars to have you clean it and prep it for delivery and he's actually smiled because it's like this weird thing to do and just this kid is beating on everything now making him tons of money is his people buying it that's a very weird thing. The whole series of things going on but this is a big item and people think it's a huge item and it really is and the armor and stuff he would make and put on himself during assembly and the glass would change out and all sorts of stuff could happen that would be fun.

Thor Freya

And yeah you can make limousines and they're not as much fun though they are they have a lot of them with Rolls-Royce and Bentley and it's on purpose and this would be a great car this is an awesome idea I'm going to pre-approve it and we're going to have a pre agreement made up free sales and we're going to try and do it this weekend I like what he's saying too that we'd have assembly and that we would attempt it of course in the perimeter and we would have the sales offices and that would probably be permanent anyways and we do understand that

Trump

Olympus we approve these ideas and we're going to try and go ahead

He has not been thinking about doing it and my husband takes no he probably wasn't is probably thinking of upgrading it himself and he just doesn't have the time and manpower and energy but he does to do the armor and it's really a bulletproofing and everybody is trying to do it it would be easy and other people might start doing it that way but those two goons clicking crack over there don't seem to want to do anything this will actually get them going

Hera they're probably going to stop this pseudo empire stuff fairly soon because they're going to have to the warlock are going to counter shortly and they're going to lose

[smorkingtiger]

some more bug fables gijinka sketches: love and loss edition

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[simplyparker]

Oh, Baby

Marvel Masterlist // Navigation

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: May had a baby and Peter volunteers to babysit.

Warnings: Cursing, "babysitting" a baby, Peter Parker being a dumbass, suggestiveness towards the end

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: I don't even know anymore lmfao

When May told Peter that she and Happy were adopting a baby, he was really excited. May wasn’t able to have kids, and Peter was happy she was finally adopting a baby like she had talked about for so long. He was an only child so he couldn't wait to be a big brother.

He was excited, to say the least.

Well, that was until May and Happy had accepted Peter's offer to watch baby Ben.

Ben was seven months old, and May and Happy hadn't had a date night since the baby was adopted. May and Happy had met a woman named Gabriel who wanted to give her baby up for adoption as soon as she had it. They signed a bunch of papers and Gabriel told them that she didn’t want anything to do with him, they both understood and that was that.

Peter told May that should bring him over early in the morning so that she and Happy could have the whole day together. May had packed a diaper bag for him that had everything he needed. She told him what times he needed to be fed, and what times he needed to be put down for naps. She even set up the play pin for him in the living area.

Everything was fine. At first. Peter and Ben had been playing on the floor with some of the toys May packed. Ben was army crawling around and giggling and babbling. Everything was fine.

Then 10 am rolled around. Peter made Ben a bottle and had a jar of carrots for him to eat. May told him that carrots were his favorite thing, which is funny because Peter hated them when he was a baby. Peter found your old highchair from when you were a baby and put Ben in it. He fed Ben half a pack of carrot mush, then cleaned him up. Peter was trying to give Bent the bottle, but Ben refused. He was not having it. He started crying because at this point it was past 10:30 and 10:30 was his nap time. Peter just assumed that he was full from the bottle. He changed his diaper, then started rocking him in the single rocking armchair that was in his room. Ben quickly fell asleep.

Though, he didn’t stay asleep for long. May told Peter that Ben should sleep for well over an hour and a half, but Ben ended up waking up around 25 minutes into his nap. He immediately started crying, and Peter grabbed the bottle thinking that would help, and it did, but only for a moment. Peter tried bouncing him and soothing him. He even made weird noises and faces.

After about 10 straight minutes of crying, Peter headed out of his room and down to the living room. When he got down there he saw Kate, Clint, Natasha, and Tony sitting in there. Peter sat Ben down and sat down next to him. Shaking some toys to grab his attention. Ben calmed down for a bit. Playing with toys, and gnawing on the pretzel teething toy May had packed.

Ben could sit up on his own but was new to it so he wobbled a bit. After about 20 minutes of playing, Ben fell over, and Peter panicked. Big mistake.

“Oh my god! Are you okay!” Peter exclaims, making Ben cry. “Rule #1 Peter, you aren’t supposed to freak out when a baby falls over. They pick up on your fear, then they get scared.” Tony tells him.

“Yeah, when Lila was a baby and would fall over while trying to sit up, I would laugh, so she knows that she’s okay. I mean obviously, if she hit hard and started crying I would make sure she was okay, but otherwise, you gotta fake laugh. They think it's funny.” Clint says.

“Oh,” Pete mumbles. Ben’s cries picked up as Peter tried to soothe him by walking around and lightly bouncing him. “Can someone please help me? I’ve never done this before.”

"I- I'm busy right now," Kate says.

"I've never held a baby in my life," Nat says and Clint quickly objects

"That's bullshit." and she sighs and says,

“Okay, I've only held Clint's kids." Natasha corrects.

Y/n walks up to Peter who is standing in the corner of the room with the crying baby at an arms-length distance.

"Uhm…I'll take it.." she says, grabbing the baby and Peter lets out a breath of relief.

"It?" Tony laughs.

"Shut the hell up old man," you say as you gently rock the baby in your arms. “Hey cutie, was Peter baing mean to you?” you ask as Ben calms down.

“Wha- I wasn’t!” Peter yelps.

“He’s just a damn boy it’s okay Ben. But it’s okay, you’re not a dumb boy, you’re a cute little baby.” you smile and Ben babbles at you.

“How did you do that?” Peter asks and you look up at him.

“I don’t know.” you shrug. You look back down to Ben and make a face. You sniff Ben and gag, “Peter you have a shitty diaper to clean.” you give Ben back to Peter and he lays him down and grabs a diaper and wipes.

“He hasn’t pooped all day, I was hoping I was getting lucky.” Peter groans.

“Babies are supposed to poop multiple times a day, that’s probably why he was so whiney,” Tony says.

“I think that would be one of the only downsides of having a child,” Kate says.

“I absolutely agree. I will change piss diapers all day, but you shit? You’re going to your dad.” you say.

“I was okay with changing poopy diapers,” Tony starts, “What I wasn’t okay with was when you would spit up on my face when I would do airplanes with you,” Tony tells you.

“Yuck.” Peter says, “I don’t think I’m ready to have a kid anytime soon.” Peter says, “I mean I would love to in the late, late future, but definitely not now.” he finishes,

“Well shout out to contraceptives. My birth control is really pulling its weight.” you laugh.

“I am right here,” Tony says.

“Sorry dad.” you look away. “Anyways,” you change the subject, “Kate?” you say and she looks up at you, “You wanna go grab some pizza with me?” you ask.

“Yeah, let's go.” she gets up and Peter protests,

“What! You guys can’t leave me. What am I supposed to do?” He asks,

“Maybe don’t offer to babysit all day.” Kate shrugs,

“Yeah… maybe offer to babysit for like a few hours,” you say.

“I’m gonna go grab my jacket,” Kate says and walks off.

“Love? You’re gonna leave me?” He asks.

“I’ll bring you back some pizza.” you smile.

“Fine,” Peter says reluctantly,

“I love you,” you tell him

“I love you too,” he responds. You give him a chaste kiss and walk over to your dad and peck his cheek,

“I’ll be back later dad.” he wipes his cheek off and you make a confused face at him,

“Don’t kiss my cheek after kissing Parker’s lips. Yuck. Have fun and leave me alone.” he says and you roll your eyes, you look ever at Nat and whisper yell,

“Not even the worst thing I’ve done before kissing his cheek,” you say and Nat barks out a laugh along with Clint who is trying to keep the laughter from overflowing.

“Y/n Stark!” Tony shouts.

“I’m just playing, dad.” you wave your arm dismissively.

“Don’t make me ground you.” he points a finger,

“Ooh shiver me timbers, as if I’m not 21 years old,” you say, just as Kate walks into the room,

“Ready?” she asks and you nod.

“Well be back later, bye!” you say and you both walk out.

“You suck!” Peter calls after you,

“You swallow!” Kate yells back and you both break out in a fit of laughter as you walk to the pizza place.

When you and Kate get back you see Peter laying on the sofa with Ben sleeping on his chest, you both look at his face and see that he is also asleep, snoring softly. Looks like he got the hang of it. You sigh and say,

"Damn it" Kate looks at you,

"What?" She asks.

"I want to have his babies."

[avenirdelight]

The Gossip

Ben Chilwell

Request: You and Ben picking up your son from school after an argument and a couple of mums noticed the two of you are not in a good mood. On top of this you're not wearing your wedding rings because they're being cleaned so the mums are assuming the two of you aren't together anymore, and are flirting Ben and you're getting all jealous and he's feeling awkward and starts being clingy with you.

"Are you and Ben okay?"

The question Lizzie asked totally caught her off-guard, making her almost choke on her tea. They were waiting for their kids at a café near the school, catching up on school stuff since they hadn't seen each other a lot lately.

"Of course we are, why?"

Lizzie just shrugged and said, "Nothing. I just haven't been seeing you guys together at school, that's all." But Lizzie was being Lizzie; everything in her mind would always be displayed on her face. She was quite easy to read, so it definitely wasn't just nothing.

"Liz, come on. I know you wouldn't ask if there wasn't something," she demanded.

Lizzie looked hesitant at first, but she knew she couldn't get away. She sighed. "You and Ben looked like you were in a mood when you picked up Billy together a couple of weeks ago. The next week you came alone to the parents meeting, then Ben came alone to get Billy a few times. And you haven't been wearing your ring recently. So..."

From Lizzie's worried tone, she knew that what was going to come out from Lizzie's mouth wasn't going to be pretty. "So what, Liz?" she asked impatiently.

"So... There are words going around the mums that Billy's parents are not together anymore."

Her eyes widened listening to the information Lizzie had just given her. The mums were assuming that Billy's parents, she and Ben, had split up? Wow. Couldn't these mums just focus on their kids? Was this normal? Because she swore she never wanted to know about other parents' personal lives.

"First of all, our wedding rings are being cleaned," she began to explain. "And I've started working again. We both have been busy, so we try to manage our time so at least one of us is with Billy."

Those were facts. But the other fact that she couldn't share with Lizzie was that she and Ben had a fight a couple of weeks ago. So it was true that that day when they picked up Billy together, Ben and her were definitely in a mood. As she recalled the scene, they also argued a little bit and it may have caught the attention of some people. But they had sorted everything out so things were good between them now.

Lizzie believed her and looked relieved hearing her explanation. It seemed like she had been holding it in for quite a while.

"Where does this gossip come from, anyway?" she asked Lizzie. She knew the answer before Lizzie even answered.

"Well, Jessica and some other mums..." Lizzie trailed off, semi-whispering as if she was sharing classified information. "I'm so sorry to tell you this, but they have been flirting with your husband!"

As much as it didn't surprise her, she still felt this annoyance sitting at the bottom of her heart. Seeing her husband getting flirted with wasn't something unusual for her. But she really disliked Jessica, who she and Lizzie considered as the last person they wanted to be involved with at school. Jessica is that mum who always wanted to be noticed by the teachers, who tried so hard to be liked by the other parents, acted like she knew the best for all the kids, and most of the time she and Lizzie just didn't agree with her actions. She knew Jessica wouldn't miss the chance to approach her husband, the famous player of Chelsea, whatever the motive was. She made a mental note about telling Ben about Jessica and this rumour she'd made up.

It wasn't about jealousy, she couldn't care less about Jessica flirting with Ben. It was about associating themselves with the right people. If Jessica could spread gossip about her and Ben not being together anymore just because they hadn't been seen together, she thought that it would be best for them to keep their distance from Jessica.

—

There was a sports day today at the school. The parents were expected to come. All the kids and the parents would all be out in the sun to do some competitions. Billy had been very excited about it, he didn't stop reminding Ben that he needed to come and win. Billy said it would be embarrassing if Ben didn't win, "You're a Chelsea player, dad!"

It was an hour past the schedule when she entered the school and headed to the school yard. It seemed like they were taking a break, because the kids were nowhere to be seen, probably back in their classes, and the parents were just hanging out with each other.

As she predicted, there weren't many dads around, less than half of the mums. She noticed Christian's and Poppy's parents who stood side by side, two dads who sat on a bench, and another dad at the back who seemed to be standing alone very awkwardly. Good luck on beating my husband, she thought. She scanned her eyes everywhere, until she caught a view that immediately ignited the fury in her.

There was her husband, talking with no other than Jessica. Some of Jessica's friends were surrounding them, too close for her liking, and they were laughing, making her eyes feel hot for a second.

"I think Ben would know more school gossip than me, at this point. Mind sharing it with me?" She announced her arrival. The surprised look on Jessica's face almost made her burst into laughter.

"Hey, babe," Ben casually said. He showed her a bright smile, as his hand naturally went to her back. She smiled back at Ben and could feel all the eyes were on both of them.

"Oh, hello, Billy's mum! I thought you weren't going to come," Jessica said, obviously trying to cover her surprise.

"And why would you assume that?" she asked.

"Ben told us that you were in an important meeting." 'Ben'. She called her 'Ben'. Wasn't it supposed to be 'Billy's dad' or 'Mr. Chilwell'?

"Yes. Thankfully it ended early. I wouldn't want to miss this. Billy had been excited all week," she shot a glance at Ben, an unpleasant one, and Ben's smile fell a little bit.

"Uhm, Jessica was telling me about the painting class the kids are taking. It would be nice if the kids could go there together, you know," Ben explained. He could feel her being so tense, so he slightly caressed her back.

She simply nodded. "Of course. But, well, Billy has been interested in playing the piano too, we're still trying to see which one he's interested in the most," she offered her fake polite smile to everyone. "And, oh, Ben," looking at Ben, she lowered her voice, but making sure it was still loud enough for Jessica and her friends to hear. "I picked up our rings. They're clean now, like brand new."

She took a glance at Jessica, and felt like she had won all the games today as she saw the utter annoyance in Jessica's face.

—

"Jessica. You called her Jessica. Since when are you guys on a first name basis? You never told me you are close with Jessica and the other mums."

"Uh uh, we're not close," Ben shook his head as he headed to their en-suite, taking off his shirt. "They really insisted that I should just call them by their first names. And babe, like I've said to you, I only spoke to them a few times before," He threw his shirt into the laundry basket.

"But you let them call you Ben?" she trailed behind Ben, stopping at the door to lean on the door frame, hands folded in front of her. Her eyes were fixed on Ben who stood by the sink, turning on the faucet.

"What am I supposed to do? I just don't want to be rude." Ben splashed his face with water. The droplets of water fell from the ends of his wet hair. She needed to bite her tongue to compose herself, because that view in front of her right now was quite hard to resist. "Where's my towel?" Ben glanced at the towel rack and couldn't find his towel there.

"I thought it wouldn't be that bad when Lizzie said they like to flirt with you. God, they almost threw themselves at you." She walked to the cupboard, opening it and grabbing a towel. She threw the towel to Ben, almost like wanting to hit him with it, and he caught it before it could hit his chest. Ben shook his head lightly and sighed.

"Are you jealous?"

She glared at him and scoffed, before rolling her eyes as she walked out of the bathroom. "If there's anyone who's jealous in this whole situation, I'm pretty sure it's not me. I'm not the one who's flirting with someone else's husband."

"Babe," Ben called out, but she didn't stop walking. "Hey, are we fighting again? This would be a very ridiculous reason to be fighting over, you know?" Ben grabbed her hand and turned her around.

Her cheeks were red and Ben knew it wasn't because she had stood too long under the sun; it was because she was upset. She felt so irritated, but it melted quickly as soon as she caught the soft look on Ben's pair of eyes who was looking at her with full patience.

She sighed deeply. "I'm sorry. It's just— You could see how surprised everybody looked when I came today. They really believed that we weren't together anymore, maybe even hoped for it. It's ridiculous, and I shouldn't even be mad about it but I am."

"I'm sorry too, okay? I know you've told me to stay away from them. I should've left when they approached me," Ben apologised.

"I just want to protect us, okay, Ben? The rumour might be harmless, but what if it happens again and then it causes problems?" She said with genuine concern all over her voice and her face.

"I understand you, babe. I'll try to hang out with the dads next time, okay? Lizzie said Edward Shelley's dad often comes to school."

Her chuckles were quickly followed by Ben's. He pulled her closer by her waist and she fell into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her and it immediately calmed her heart.

"Anyway, you know that it's okay if you're jealous right, babe?" Ben said. She gave Ben's arm a light slap, which made him chuckle again.

Maybe she was jealous. Maybe. Just a tiny bit jealous.

—

Ben wasn't someone who liked to display a lot of affections in public. But he seemed to be showing it as much as he could today.

Billy was having a play today at school, and Ben was able to clear his schedule for the day so they were able to go together. He took her hand as soon as they sent Billy off to his teachers, and hadn't let go since. If he did, it was only to greet the other parents or to rest it on the small of her back.

It felt like all the parents of the whole school were there. There were just so many people and of course a lot of them were noticing Ben Chilwell and his wife. She had gotten used to it, being stared at in public, but now it felt a little bit awkward for her since they were there in such a formal event, as parents, and Ben was practically glued to her. He had never acted like this before.

"What's going on with you today?" she asked eventually, her eyebrows furrowing. Ben put on a confused look on his face. "You haven't been letting go of me," she continued.

Ben's gaze was fixed at her. "Well, we can't let another gossip spread around the mums, can we?"

And she almost burst into a laughter when she realised what Ben was referring to. "We're wearing our rings now, everyone can see it."

Ben shrugged. "Still, I need to guard you. Can't let the dads flirt with my wife."

"You would be super jealous, wouldn't you?" she teased.

"Of course," Ben quickly answered. "But it won't happen. They know I've got you so they can't even try."

She would kiss Ben right now if they weren't here, let him know how amazing of a husband he was. They might fight, sometimes. But Ben would always try to listen to her and understand her feelings, and somehow in the end he always managed to do the right things that pleased her.

"Anyway, babe," he continued as he looked around, before falling his gaze upon her with a smug smile plastered across his face. "Don't you think that we're the hottest parents here?" He winked, with a smug smile that plastered across his face, and she definitely couldn't stop the little butterflies in her stomach.

She knew some people were still staring, well, they better stare. She didn't know how far the gossip about them splitting up had spread, but this whole school needed to know that Billy's parents were definitely together.

—

did little modifications to the original request... sometimes i struggle staying to the little requested details:') i'm not actually taking requests right now, but i got stuck on my drafts so i thought i could do a request first before going back to my own ideas...

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[soulwillower]

tozier (vii)

(tozier!reader smut)

requested: okay so once regular requests open, here’s my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, also minor violence, bit of blood, sub reader AND dom reader, BOTH baby, light choking, mild mild cumplay, oral (fem recieving) 

part 7 of the tozier series [  i  ii iii  iv v vi ]

guys!! finally the last part, thanks for all the love on this series :) this was rly so so much fun to write for yall, pls let me know how u feel about this/the series in general

(losers and reader are 20+ and in college in this)

4.5k words

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"i fucked your friends, anyways." you say with a grin. 

"funny, y/n. as if any of them would settle for you." richie snarls, smirking as if he's proud of what he'd said. it makes you smirk, shaking your head. if only he knew. 

"richie, i don't think she's joking." ben speaks up. everyone's eyes turn to ben, and your heart pounds as you bite your lip. you look at each of the others quickly - ben's gnawing on his lip and looking at richie uncertainly, mike is staring at the ground in thought, eddie's staring at his lap with an amused grin, bev is smirking between the two boys with her eyebrows raised, and bill is looking at ben with a small look of realization.

your eyes land on stan, who's staring back at you intently, a suggestive look on his face as he tugs a small part of your underwear from his front pocket as he thumbs it with his finger. you send him an intent look back, trying to beg him not to do it. 

when you look at richie, he's shocked, mouth agape. "what?" richie says quietly. "you fucked my best friend. it was only fair." you say with a shrug, smiling at him. he looks like he might punch you. 

you stifle a laugh, trying to keep a straight face but failing. richie looks furious as he walks up to you, the two of you standing in the middle of the make-shift circle the losers formed in the living room. 

"which one?" he says through a clenched jaw. 

"all of them."

the room is silent as everyone's jaws drop except yours, bev's, and surprisingly stan's - the latter of whom are smirking. richie looks like he's in utter disbelief. it's silent for a few moments, until someone breaks the quiet. 

"who was the best?" 

you turn bright red at that. 

"shut the fuck up, eddie!" richie yells, no sign of joking on his face; he's red as he stares you down. you don't cower at all in front of him - in fact, you're definitely the one with the most power in this situation, and you smirk. 

"so... a-all of us slept with y/n?" bill says in shock. everyone looks around and you're just smirking, your brother furious. "i can't fucking believe you. this isn't funny at all." richie snips. 

"this isn't any different from what you did, richie. c'mon, it was just some fun. it's not like it meant anything more to any of us." mike says. you're shocked that they're all taking it so well.. you never expected them to find out, but they seem to be on your side. thank god. 

your eyes dart to stan, who's still sat on the couch. he meets your eyes and doesn't back down, his gaze piercing and intense. his eyes course over your figure and you feel a twinge of emotion as you remember his hands on your skin, his lips.... you clear your throat as you look away, hoping to god nobody will notice your lace undies sticking slightly out of stan's pocket. 

"-why are you taking her side?" richie hisses, shoving everyone away. his eyes barely leave yours, his fists clenching down by his sides. 

"because you are in the wrong, richie. you cannot possibly be mad at me for this." you say with a grin. "sorry, you're just overreacting. plus you're not just fucking cecily, now you're actually dating her. which is way more shitty. and clearly they all wanted me, richie. i'm an angel."

bill snorts from where he's standing, "yeah r-rich, you're the one who always says that girls who suck fingers without being told to go to h-heav-"   

richie throws his empty cup towards bill, missing by only an inch as he yells, "can it, denbrough! shut the fuck up!" 

you're bright red from bill's words, looking from him, to richie, and then catching stan's eyes again. you swallow, throat dry. 

"-wait, who was the best?" comes from bev this time. you bite your lip, watching as richie shoves her lightly. you grin, "well, ben was the sweetest, but mike was the most surprising-"  "you better shut the fuck up right now y/n." richie mutters. you shrug, "you talk about cecily all the time to me!" you yell. "plus, i'm not finished. eddie... well, that was the dirtiest." you smirk at him and he grins at the ground, richie moving towards you. you back up swiftly, still talking. "-eddie fucked me in your bed, you know." 

richie shoves you hard, looking the angriest you ever have seen him. everyone else gasps or rushes towards the two of you, but as your back hits the wall near the fireplace you barely wince, laughing. "then there was bev... that was the hottest. you were in the other room." you wink.

bev gives mike knuckles out of the corner of your eye and you almost laugh, watching richie as the others tug him back from you. "y-y/n, stop. we get it, r-richie's gotta calm down." bill says as he holds back richie's seething form. 

you tilt your head, grinning at bill. "what, you don't want richie to know that you have the best dick game?" 

everyone stops, and richie freezes in bills arms. "wh-" bill starts with a cocky smirk, but then richie's wrestling bill to the ground, and your eyes are widening. "richie, knock it off!" bev yells, laughing as richie shoves bill's head and bill just laughs on the ground. 

mike and ben get him off of bill, who's sitting up with a disheveled shirt and smirking. "jesus, richie." stan mutters, still on the couch seemingly unbothered.  

you feel the need to make it worse, just to rub it in. "richie, it's okay. he felt bad at first, fucking me in my bedroom while you were asleep next door-"

"shut up y/n!" richie yells, loud enough that you think the neighbors could have heard. stan laughs from the couch, and richie turns to stare at stan, who's lounging as if nothing's happening, looking entirely amused and unbothered. it’s hot. 

it's quiet for a moment, and it seems like everyone thinks you're done. you mutter, "but stan was the most recent, like ten minutes ago, actually." stan doesn't even really react to your words, he just grins devilishly at richie, dimple popping in his cheek. 

you clench your thighs. 

richie turns to you again. "you're a fucking bitch. you’re so disgusting, it's no wonder you couldn't get any of my friends to want to date you. so you just tried to fuck them all instead. you're embarrassing." richie spits. your eyebrows draw together and you almost quip back but a movement makes you look to your left. stan rises as he states, "richie. shut up." you and richie both look to stan, as do the others. 

"i don't want to hear shit from you, uris. fuck you, i've told you for years to keep your paws off my sister." he spits, and stan tilts his head. 

"she's a grown up, richie. she's not just your sister. if she wants me to go down on her in the backseat of your car, why the hell would i say no?" 

and then richie's swinging at stan, punching him hard in the face.

"richie!"the others call, bill and mike pulling him away and holding him firmly this time, shocked that he really did it. "stan?" you call, moving toward him as he flexes his jaw and holds the side of his face. he stands all the way up and licks his lip, a smear of blood leaking from the fresh split on his lip. richie's shaking his hand, face bright red under his glasses. 

"fuck all of you." richie hisses, turning and shoving eddie and ben out of the way as he grabs his car keys and storms out the front door. 

it's quiet after richie leaves, and everyone decides that he needs cool off time before he comes back or before anyone tries to talk to him. so they then get the message to trail out and head to the basement in groups of two or three until just stan remains. "stan, i'm sorry." you say weakly, offering a hand. he lets you lead him to your bedroom upstairs, silently looking at the ceiling as you re-enter the room with a shitty first aid kit. 

stan is impossible to read as you tear open a wipe to clean around the cut. your hands shake as they rise to his face. "i'm sorry." you whisper, the guilt getting to you.

 you jump a bit as one of his hands lands on the bare skin of the back of your thigh. you meet eyes and stan stares directly at you, "i'd do it again."

you smile shyly, looking down and swiping across his bottom lip to collect the blood. "i never meant for this to happen, i guess. i was just so angry, and i- yeah."

it’s quiet again. 

"when did you and bill fuck?" is all he asks after the silence. you blink at him, thinking. "um... a few weeks ago? when we went to kiera gross's party." 

he hums, his hand still rubbing your bare leg and making you feel weak. his fingertips graze the skin of your ass before moving back down, making you exhale shakily. you feel like you want stan to know that you don't have anything going on with bill - but you're nervous. "i promise, i- god, would you stop fidgeting?" 

your hand grabs his jaw, but he jerks his head away and he tosses you a glare. "i'm fine." he mutters. 

"i don't have to be doing this, i can just go back downstairs." you snap, crossing your arms. 

"yeah, perfect, why don't you go let bill fuck you again?" stan quips. "he was the best, right?" you roll your eyes, shaking your head as you look at his pouty lips. "stan, come on. and tilt your head up." 

it's silent again and stan's staring up above you, avoiding your eyes as you wipe a bit of alcohol over his busted lip. "y'know, i hate to say it, but this is kind of hot." you whisper. 

he stares at you dryly. "you think your brother socking me in the face is hot?" 

you laugh, "no, i think me telling you what to do is. you take directions well." his face blooms light pink at your words and you feel proud. he’s watching you carefully, "really? that's cute coming from you. i seem to remember you begging for me to tell you what to do not even an hour ago." 

you swallow, cheeks going red, but you notice his are too. "maybe you just need to be put in your place, stan." you whisper, leaning forward to capture your lips together. he winces slightly, his busted lip tender against yours, but his hand grips your ass immediately, tugging you towards him. 

you slide onto his lap, straddling him easily. the kiss starts slowly, but quickly heats up when he pulls you down to grind on him, causing you both to let out shaky moans of pleasure. then you gently push his shoulders back, “wanna feel you inside me.” you whisper, noticing his knowing smirk as he lays back, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you. 

you slide back on his lap, undoing his pants and sliding them down his legs. his cock springs up and you bite your lip, hand wrapping around his base. you pump slowly, watching as he bites him lip and tilts his head back. you're filled with desire as you take in his size, desperate to feel him. then you're pressing a kiss to his lips, balancing up on your knees and teasing him against your slit, spreading your wetness. he groans, bucking his hips up but you shush him, kissing him again.

he pulls off your shirt, and you quickly do the same to him, taking in his toned torso. you silently thank whoever made stan so goddamn good at baseball. he groans as you place his hands down and off your body, gently sinking down onto him.

you both let out loud groans, relishing in the feeling of him stretching you out perfectly. his head falls onto the wall behind him as you start to move on top of him, stabling yourself on his chest. “fuck, y/n.” he groans lowly, eyes shut in pleasure. 

he looks so perfect under you and you move yourself quicker, loving how he fills you. one of your hands slips into his hair, pulling and making him groan, his hips stuttering. “stan…” you moan as he places kisses on your neck and chest, moving your hips as you bounce. his teeth nip at your skin, his hands rising to grip your ass, hiking up your skirt. 

leaning forward, you find a new angle and bite your lip to keep from screaming at the feeling. stan's biting his own bruised and split lip, his face flushed and chest heaving. he’s hitting deep inside you and you feel full, moaning as you bounce up and down. you moan into his skin, sucking dark marks up and down to column of his throat, 

you lean to press your hands against his chest, changing the angle again. “fuck.” he mutters and you moan, your legs burning but the pleasure flowing through your body. he all but growls, his head falls against the wall again with a groan of pleasure, his hands raising to your hips and fucking up into you, eyes scrunched. his hips are stuttering and he’s flushed, looking like heaven under you.  "stan," you moan, "you feel so good, fill me up s'good." you whisper, unable to stop yourself as you moan. 

through breaths, he's whispering into your ear. "sorry, who did you say fucked you the best?" he asks as you clench around him. 

"shut up." you whisper into his ear as you bounce on him, your hand rising to his throat.

 his eyes lace shut, screwing with lust as he moans, hands hard on your hips as he fucks you down onto him. you squeeze his throat lightly, feeling him swallow under your palm. your lips meet and he bites down on your lip hard, moaning at the feeling of your hand on his neck. 

"who fucks you this good?" he says, and you can feel his voice vibrate under your palm, his lips in a sexy grin as his eyes flutter shut. "shut up, stan." you say again, "don't make me leave and let you finish yourself off." you whisper in his ear. 

he moans at that as you move your hips, your hand still around his throat. 

his hand rises up your back, palm sliding over your bare skin and then gripping your breasts, starting to thrust up. you moan loudly, forehead falling to his shoulder at the new angle as stan stretches you and hits perfectly deep inside you. your hands fall to his chest, clenching around him as you whimper. 

your legs burn and it's almost like stan can tell, because he's lifting you off him and then swiveling you so that your back falls onto the mattress. he hums, "no, you won't leave." 

you raise your brows as he grabs your legs, pulling you down towards him on the bed. "what makes you think i won’t just get up right now?" you ask. 

but then he's sliding into you, one leg held by his hand and the other behind him. he fills you up and makes your toes curl and your vision cloud in pleasure with one stroke. and then he's thrusting, your whole body bouncing as he pounds into you, hitting your g spot perfectly and making you gasp sharply in pleasure. 

"because," he whispers into the shell of your ear, "nobody can make you cum like i can." 

you let out a shaky breath, the last ounce of dominance gone from your body as he fucks you into the mattress. he slips his thumb into your mouth and you wrap one hand around his forearm, sucking on his thumb and swirling your tongue over the tip of the finger as he stares into your eyes. 

he bites his lip, grinning. "what was it bill said? that girls who suck fingers without having to be told go to heaven?" 

you blush at that as he thrusts into you, and he coos as he slips the finger out of your mouth with a light pop. "yeah, guess he's right. you are my good girl."

and then he's rubbing your clit gently with that thumb, his hips rocking into yours and making your legs shake. you moan loudly, the pleasure making you squeeze your eyes shut. 

he hums, "you'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know who's really your favorite." he whispers cockily against your lips, and your eyes roll back as you moan quietly. 

he smiles at you, other hand smoothing your hair. your eyes fall to the marks from your fingers around his neck, and you get shiver of pleasure knowing the effect you have on him.  "you need me. say it." he whispers against the skin of your chest. 

you let out a strangled, "n-need you, stan... i n-need you." you rush out, feeling dangerously close to your second high of the day. he smiles, kissing you sweetly as he thrusts deeper than before, making you moan into his mouth a low whimper. the aching need is becoming almost unbearable, and you pull him closer to you, clenching around him as you near your high. 

"it’s okay, i need you too, babylove." he whispers into your ear, kissing your hairline as he tugs your leg up more, hitting a different angle. the new sensation pushes you over the edge and you're moaning his name in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut as you pulse around him. you feel euphoric as he rocks you through your orgasm, kissing you softly. 

his name falls from your lips as you hold him tight, your nails leaving small half-moons in his skin. you come down from your high and stan's right behind you, only a few more thrusts until he stills slightly, his breath shake as he props himself above you.

 he pulls out and pumps himself, biting his lip as a bit of blood lingers from the split. you're breathless as he cums in spurts on your stomach, enthralled by the sight of his beauty. "god, y/n." he whispers, the david star charm on his necklace glinting in the light against his bare chest. 

"didn't want to cum inside you." he whispers against your lips, but you pull him closer, "it's okay, i'm on the pill anyways." you whisper. he swallows, sighing in relief as he collapses next to you. "good girl." he whipers breathlessly. you smile into his neck as he pulls you closer to him, your naked limbs warm against each other's bodies. you lay there for a few moments, listening to his rapid heartbeat calm down as he plays with strands of your hair. 

he gets up suddenly, though, and pulls on his own underwear and then pulls your own from his pocket of the pants on the floor. you swallow, watching him as he slowly slides your underwear up your legs slowly. he watches you, too - "did you fake it?" he asks. 

you blink at him. "no, actually." you admit, face red. "never with you." 

he smirks, kissing your bare legs as he makes his way up your thighs. you swallow, heart beating quick. "wh-what are you doing?" you ask. he shrugs, "you look so beautiful when you cum. i want to see it again." 

your throat dries up as you try to swallow to avoid choking at his words, shock coursing through you along with desire. holy fuck. "but your lip-" but he shakes his head, "-don't care." he says, eyes already focusing on your heat. 

"o-okay." you say shakily, "god, please," you add, looking at him as his breath hits you. he watches you as his tongue sticks out, licking a stripe up your pussy before swirling on your stimulated clit, making you gasp in pleasure.

the feeling is sharp and pleasant as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks lightly, tongue running over your folds. his hands move to hold your thighs as he delves in, your moans quieting as the pleasure increases after already being so overstimulated. 

you're already shaking. his mouth moves on you expertly, his tongue sliding to fuck up into you and making your hips buck, his nose brushing against your clit. you tug on his hair and he groans, sending vibrations through your body that make your toes curl. "stan, f-fuck," you say quietly, whimpering. 

its soft as he looks up at you, his tongue working you so well that within a few minutes, you know you’re already about to cum. your fingers tug his hair hard and then he's reaching to cup your face.

 his thumb presses against your lips and you kiss it softly, making smirk in between your thighs as he kitten licks your clit and draws a gasp from your lips. “stan, oh my god, i’m so close.” you sigh out, overwhelmed by how good you feel, by the pleasure coursing through you and the affection for the boy you’re with.

he just holds you tighter to his face, lapping your juices up and flicking against your clit before sucking, your thighs tightening. “stan, please, i’m gonna-” and but yourself off with a high moan, hand covering your mouth as you hit your high. you cum for the third time on his tongue, your legs shaking as you ride it out, your fingers combing through his curls. you sigh in bliss as you come down from your high, full of affection and need. 

stan rises from between your thighs, pressing a kiss to each before pulling up your lacy underwear and kissing your lips. 

he's wordless as he leaves the room, coming back moments later with a warm washcloth to clean himself off your stomach. you watch him the whole time as he smiles, your handprint fading from his neck. your stomach flutters as you pull on a sweatshirt and press a kiss to his nose. 

but the door opens and shuts from downstairs and you both share a look: now is not the time to test richie. 

stan looks to your window, then back to you, "i'm going to go. it's probably best." 

you pretend not to be disappointed. "y-yeah. makes sense." stan stares at you for a second with a gentle smile before standing and quickly getting dressed the rest of the way. 

you watch silently with an aching heart as he pulls his shirt on, grabbing his shoes and then leaning to kiss you quickly. "hey." he says softly, and you meet his eyes. "i'll... see you soon." 

"okay." you whisper as he slips out your window and down to your roof. 

you don't see stan for almost eight days after that. he doesn't phone the house, the losers don't come by much, stan not at all. richie doesn't speak to you, only in passing and only micro aggressions. it's lonely.

it's almost sunset when the door knocks, and you take your time walking to open it. 

you swing the door open and do a double take as you see the boy standing on your doorstep, hands in his pockets. he looks nervous, but when his eyes catch your figure, his face turns red. 

stanley uris looks devastatingly gorgeous in the dying light of the afternoon. 

"-oh, i thought..." he clears his throat. "i thought richie'd be here." he says, swallowing. you raise your brows, "he's at work right now, actually." you respond, toe drawing circles in the ground. "why did you even try to come and talk to him? he's a nightmare right now, he'd definitely try to beat you up again." you say softly. he chuckles a bit and your heart keels over and surrenders to him. 

stan shrugs, "he's been my best friend since we can remember. it's not as bad as he seems to think, i know we can get through this." 

you nod, heart then deflating as you realize that stan's intending to apologize to richie and beg for him to forgive him - of course friendships are more important than hook-ups, but after last time... and the way stan had stood up for you when richie was being mean... you'd hoped things would be different with him. 

because you think you've loved stan for a long time. 

"anyways, he has to learn to accept that i have feelings for his sister. i'm not going to sacrifice my happiness just because he's acting like a child, or that he's mad that i spend all my time thinking about you." 

your head snaps up to him and your eyes widen, heart soaring at his words. "wh-wait what?" you ask, suddenly shy. "you-" you just smile, not knowing what to say. stan shrugs, as if it's as simple as saying the sky is blue. 

"i think about you all the time, y/n. i like you as more than a friend, more than just a good fuck. i want to be yours, i want you to be mine. always have." 

you smile so big you think your face may split in two. "i think about you too, stan. haven't stopped in a few years. i missed you last week." 

"then can i take you out?" he asks boldly. "promise i'll hold your hand and buy you dinner." 

"he'll kill us." you say, looking into stan's bright honey eyes. they're full of confidence and mischief and you think he's absolutely irresistible. stan's large hand finds purchase on your waist lightly as he smiles, "has that ever really scared you, y/n?" he asks. 

you smile as you take his hand. "of course not." 

he kisses your forehead as you step towards him, his arm pulling you closer and releasing hordes of butterflies in your stomach. "think we should go visit him at work? order a shake with one straw and make out in the corner booth?" stan asks, the light catching the purple and yellow skin of his fading bruise.

you laugh as you walk towards his car, shoving him a bit. "you're an asshole." you say, butterflies rampant. his laugh makes you warm and he leans towards you. "you can say that all you want, but i know you've had a crush on me since we were kids." he teases. 

you roll your eyes. "you're really testing me, uris." 

"it's okay, tozier. i think you're beautiful even when you're mad." he says, pecking you on your nose. "well you better get used to it, i guess." you mutter, and he chuckles a bit as he kisses your forehead. 

"i will never get tired of you, no matter what you do or what your brother thinks." 

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day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

*

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

or

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

*

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

*

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

*

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

*

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

*

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

*

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

*

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

*

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

*

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

*

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

*

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

*

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

*

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

[yamithediaperdork]

Welcome to baby land (Ben 10)

it was a tale as old as time, one that had happened before, would happen this day and despite the fall out from today's events would happen again in the future.

A young boy, fueled by fetish desires and spending hour after hour, day after day bringing himself to the peak as he looked at his chosen fetish, only to pull back last second.

Because the boy knows for what he wants, for what he's going to do.. he needs that desperate pent up denial of release to shut down his common sense. to make him nice and dumb.

His name was Ben Tennyson, and up until a short while ago he had been the hero of the universe and earth. But that was before the watch had been taken, and given to his cousin Gwen who had been picked as being a most reasonable hero. with cutting remarks that he would of never gotten the watch for as long as he had had it's marker realized who was wearing it, and being called to immature.. was it any wonder a bitter and dejected Ben cut himself off from his extended family and drove into the world of porn?

never mind he had beaten off a alien invasion, a 'pants peeing doofus' couldn't be trusted with the watch.

Fine. whatever. if they wanted to look at him as a stupid big baby.. that's what he'd become.

He didn't even like diapers at first when he started, but well.. porn has a way of warping a young boy's mind. Looking at picture after picture, caption after caption and reading the stories Ben for all intents and purposes turned himself in a diaper boy, and a humiliation junkie.

Taking birthday money he even found and brought a package of punishment diapers meant for shaming (though he got it at a discount as the shop was being put out of business) that were super thick, boasted how they could hold any mess.. and also claimed they didn't keep any stink from being contained and guaranteed diaper rash if used.

For a porn addicted loser like Ben, this was pure gold and since he paid for rush devilry he got a enema bag and a small bottle of little crampers, the enema for brats.

Ben knew what he wanted, total, public humiliation but he kept ruining it for himself with self pleasure driving the need out of his mind before he could do it.

finally, Mid October the little porn fueled loser decided enough was enough, he was gonna stop wasting his time and the diapers he'd paid for and set himself up to goon. For a week strait he subjected himself to it, and by the time he was done on Sunday night, Monday morning the little loser set himself up to fail.

waking up early, Ben used the whole bottle of little crampers even though it said to just mix 1/8 with a litlre bag for a enema kit, and groaned and whimpered as he used it, hot water and a dash of castor oil in the big enema bag, only his bulky white and black t-shirt hid the preggo belly he gave himself.

getting back to his bedroom and cramping, the soon to be ruined diaper loser looked at the pack of his punishment diapers and having not worn one till today, toyed with layering at first but they just looked too thick.

Settling on one of the bulky diapers with it sobbing crybaby design, he taped it on then tried the tapes, blushing as the package lived up to it's name.

Once taped on it would take 2 hours for the tapes to come back off, he was truly trapped. again a normal boy of Ben's age would of been panicking, realizing they had gone too fair but Ben just breathed fast, and smiled as he picked his baggiest pair of pants and was delighted that they still only JUST hid the diaper, if he bent over his padded shame would be CLEAR.

Getting down stairs and getting breakfast in himself, he was already seated as his parents came down and made small talk with them even as the delightful cramps started to build. (he'd never admit it, well at least before today's events unfolded but he'd grown to like pain, it made his heart beat fast and smile)

Still he couldn't help but squirm and groan a little bit, and got looks of concern from his parents as he finished his bowl of cereal.

"Benny you feeling alright?" His mother asked, coming over and putting a hand to his forehead. "You can stay home today if your not feeling good."

"N-No I'll be alright. just worried about a math test." Ben said, mixing truth with lies,then added: "Besides, you and dad said you were BOTH gonna be out all day today. who'd stay with me?"

"Heh, He's got a point there.. and good on you Ben. I'm proud your being mature enough not to try and get out of a test." His dad said, totally misunderstanding the happy giggle Ben let out.

His father might of thought it was Ben was so happy he was proud of him, But for diaper bitch Benny, the irony of the comment almost made him ruin the fun early.

If Ben's plan had one flaw (well one he'd admit to) it was the fact that he hadn't taken into account how much slower he'd be having to waddle his massive diaper butt to school with the added fun of having to stop 3 times to force himself not to spoil the fun early.

He'd even left a little sooner then normal, his parents had been quick with their breakfast and he 'accidentally' left his house key on the desk in his room and after making sure the front door was locked, went out the back door as you could lock it from the inside while the door was open.

'No getting out of this by running home!' Ben gleefully thought.

He barley made it into homeroom before the bell rang, though since he was known to be tardy from time to time it didn't raise too much attention, get getting a snide comment from his homeroom teacher about gracing them with his presence.

Even better, home was also his math class and that was going to be first period (which was a good thing for the ever so full little perv as his 'chocolate mud baby' wasn't going to stay in him much longer.)

Mr. Fillawick wasted little time in handing out the tests and after a standard warning that he'd tolerate NO cheating and there was going to be NO bathroom breaks, he offered anyone who had to go a chance to use the potty now.

'OK..this is it..your last chance.. you could just say you need to go, and sneak out the school.fill your diapers in the woods and get out of them once the tapes give up.' Ben thought to himself, biting his lip.

it wouldn't be destroying himself in class and getting him labeled stinky baby for the rest of the year, but it would land him in hot water with the school and his parents and he'd run the risk of being seen outside right?

He almost started to raise his hand when his inner pervert took over and he just turned it into brushing his hand though his hair.

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. you'll have a hour to do the test. good luck." Mr. Fillawick said and shrugged, going back to his desk and sitting down, doing whatever it was teachers did.

Five minutes later and Ben was in a mixture of heaven and hell. he was twitching and sweating a little bit, his pencil twitching in his hand even as he started to leak in little bursts against the front of his diapie.

the cramps were at the point of no return and even if Ben said fuck it and got up to run, he wouldn't of made it more then five steps.

all he'd managed to do so far was write his name on the test and the date, then the cramps had gone over board.

'Ok..Ok.. this was a mistake.. I've leaked enough boy milk to see that.. maybe.. maybe I can still just.. get out..of..' Ben thought, going white knuckled as he gripped the side of his desk with his left hand as a powerful cramp hit, a low rumbling fart coming out his backside though the sound was mostly muted.

the smell however was not as the diapers lived up to their claims and Kids around Ben wrinkled their noses and looked around looking for the source of the smell and eyes zeroing in on his as he was blushing.

"Mr. Fillawick? I think Ben needs to go to the bathroom." A redhead boy behind him said. "Or at Least can he be moved to the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Tennyson had his chance for that Mr. Randal. and I prefer he stay where I can keep a eye on him." Came the teachers amused answer.

even as the class giggled and laughed, two more rotten poots escaped and there was open cries of disgust.

"Gah, at least open a window!"

"What did you have to eat this morning, a skunk!?"

Ben whimpered and squirmed, he had the whole class basically looking at him now and the teasing and taunts had brought his pervert side back up to full power.

'It's now or never.' Ben thought, though he also knew wasn't really a option. it was more like Now or never if he wanted a semblance of control over the act.

it helped he was trembling lots now but Mr. Fillawick who'd never cared for Ben much since he was a rowdy student only watched with sadistic glee.

Ben's Pencil 'accidentally' shook out of his hand and rolled off the desk and onto the floor, and Ben made a show of just reaching into his desk to find anther one.

"Mr. Tennyson, whatever your habits in your own room may be, I run a clean Classroom." the smirking teacher said. "Bend down and point up that pencil."

"Uh..but..If I-" Ben started, putting the perfect crybaby whine in his voice.

"You'll what? fart? like you haven't been doing that already?" the teacher shot back.

Putting on a show of being embarrassed and scared (he was embarrassed but his heart was beating fast) Ben leaned over the right side of his desk and there was a gasp from the students behind him as one thing he hadn't planned on happened.

"BEN'S WEARING A DIAPER!" Hooted Crash.

"A BABY DIAPER!" a blond girl added.

"More like a BIG baby diaper!" Randal noted with amusement.

Somehow his pants must of lowered enough to flash off his embarrassing diaper! Oh god! for all of 2.4 seconds trued to stop what was about to happen but the act of leaning over had been the final trigger.

as the enema finally worked it's magic and the back of his diaper started to swell up Ben could only hear the roar of his mess and though tear filled eyes almost could swear he could see image of him in just diapers and a bib, tapping a shovel on a grave that had been filled in. the tombstone read:

RIP Ben's self respect.

as the force of the mess made Ben fall forward, landing face down and ass up, his pants failing down more so everyone could watch his diapers load up in the back (thankfully they wouldn't be able to tell what he was doing in the front!) The image of baby Ben came over and looked down with a grin at the real one.

"Welcome to baby land~ no going back now."

As Ben's life was ruined, and he was designed to never be able to get that 'excited' again unless he was crapping brains out(heck, he was going to be pulled from school and his parents would begin his new big baby life, treating him like the baby they thought he wanted to be, not knowing he was just a humiliation junkie) Charmcaster smirked in her jail cell.

Sure having to watch all the events unfold from sitting into of a toilet wasn't the way she'd hope to see the spell play out, not to mention it had been that bitch Gwen she had targeting, but this worked out in the end.

Gwen would suffer being the cousin of the big stinky baby and would likely end up having to change him and it wouldn't be too long now before her uncle broke her out. wincing as Ben started to baby babble though she did have one moment's regret.

'I mean, I'm evil and wanna take over the world but was making him a diaper perv too far?' She wondered, then smiled. 'Naaaah!'

The end