#now that I have some money saved I can finally afford to go clothes shopping!

[balsee]

WHERE are the nightcrawler t-shirts?? where are they???

[mirohlayo]

hello lynaa!!

could you do (any driver) x reader where they just spoil em rotten with all these never ending very expensive gifts and reader gets emotional and he comforts her?

i love ur work btw <3

hello !! i literally LOVE this one, thanks for requesting it :)) i really struggle to choose between charles and oscar but i decided to go with oscar yeah (also thank u so much it's so sweet 🫶) hope it's okay !!

YOU'RE MY BEST GIFT | OP81

( despite the fact you don't like it, oscar can't stop spoiling you because you deserve everything )

warning : none just reader getting emotional, fluff and fluff

word count : 2.8k

!! english is not my first language !!

you are for sure the most precious person ever for oscar. being his partner means that he constantly makes sure you're always happy. he literally puts all his being into your relationship, he tries his best to keep everything perfect. if you're not satisfied enough then he's not either, and he always manage to do his best to make you feel fulfilled by his love and affection.

it also means that he obviously likes to spoil you. it's kind of his love language. he needs to buy you something, whether an object that reminded him of you or tons of expensive stuffs like perfumes, clothes, shoes... money doesn't matter for him, as long as he makes you happy with his little gifts then everything is good. plus he earns a pretty good amount of money, so he doesn't wait a single to waste it into gifting you lots of things.

so of course he notices the little stuff you were always looking at, whether on your phone in your shopping cart or when you would stare a bit too much at some storefronts during your dates. he often catches you looking at this pair of shoes that you really want for a while now, this oversized hoodie which reminds you of your boyfriend because there's literally the number 81 on the back, or also those cute pastries you always talk about how good they look.

but you know you'll never buy these things, maybe later in months but they're just too expensive for you. you can afford them but you can't all buy them in one seat, you also need to save money because you share your apartment's spending with oscar. you agreed at the start of your relationship that both of you will take part in renting, shopping and getting all the stuff and furniture you need to live together.

and your job pays you very much less than oscar's job so obviously you don't have the same income and money to spend it on extra expensive things you like. but it's okay, you actually like earning money little by little and when you finally have the good amount of money you're always happy to buy these little gifts you dreamed about.

now you are sitting comfortably on the couch, your laptop on your laps. your favorite playlist is playing on the loudspeaker in a low volume and you just have finished a schedule for your next week of work. "are you okay love ? do you want something to drink ? or a snack ?"

your boyfriend's voice comes from behind you, where the kitchen is. you turn your head and smile to him "a glass of water then please" you gently ask "no problem" he replies and opens one of the kitchen closet to grab a glass. you move again to go back to your laptop, and while you delete open pages on google, there's your shopping cart that appears. you forget to delete it last time.

you hesitate to delete the page, but your eyes gaze at the pretty things you put in your cart. you really want these cute shoes and this hoodie for a while now, and you'll be lying if you said you didn't dream about them everyday. you're so envious of those people who own them, sometimes you bump into some girls who are wearing them and it makes you even more excited about getting the shoes and the hoodie.

oscar soundlessly comes behind you, a tray with your glass of water and some fruits on it. just for you, because he's simply the most caring and sweet boyfriend you ever had. he approaches you in silence and you don't hear his steps, too occupied by the clothes on your laptop screen. but obviously he notices that you are once again staring at the same shopping cart. the same one as months ago.

he knows how much you want these items. maybe you're a bit desperate now and oscar doesn't like that. if you really want something then you'll have it. he likes to spoil you. he likes to buy you things because it makes you happy and he just needs to see your smile. but you're aware of the importance of money.

money is something very important for you and you know its value. so despite the fact you like receiving gifts, when oscar would spoil you too much with so many expensive things you can't help but get a bit angry. because you don't want him to spend all his salary for you. you're actually very reasonable and rational. you're humble and expensive gifts are like very precious to you because you value things

and oscar loves you for that. he thinks you're just so respectful and you never ask for anything, he don't even think you ever ask him to buy you something over your relationship. you always try to afford things by yourself and your hard work. and your boyfriend admire this. so when people or his "fans" would call you a scrounger, a girl who is here just for oscar's money, he get so annoyed. because if there's one person who doesn't count and don't care on his money at all, it's you.

he sighs and sit down next to you. "here's your water, princess" he says and he hands you the glass. you quickly change the shopping page to an other one with a youtube video, you panicked a bit because you don't want oscar to see you looking at these things. because you know he'll tell you that he can buy you it, and you always end up by scolding him gently, saying that if he dares do it you'll be mad for weeks.

"thanks love" you smile and take a sip of your water. he wraps one of his arms around your shoulders and pull you closer to him. "you finished your work ?" he asks against your hair, planting a soft kiss on it. "yes, i can finally take a break" you nod. "good then. i can have your attention" he hums and he's quick to move your laptop from your laps to place it on the table.

"cuddle me for a while" he says and he lay down on the couch. he makes you shift and you lay down too, your head on his chest and your legs crossed together. he wraps his arms around your back, rubbing it softly. "you work hard y/n. i'm so proud of my pretty girl" he smiles wide as his looks fall on you. you giggle and he can feel your laugh vibrates against his body, making him smile even wider. "i know. i'm such an amazing woman" you state with a tone of irony. "of course you are babe" he genuine knows it, he's proud to be boyfriend.

he starts placing lazy kisses on your head, sometimes on the back of your hand, still stroking your back. he run his hand under your hoodie, and his fingers rubs your soft skin softly, like you're a piece of porcelain. he's just too caring and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. but his soft touch makes you feel sleepy, and it doesn't take too long before you start to sleep.

he notices it because your breathing is slower and more regular. he places an other kiss on your hair. his eyes shift to your laptop screen. there are still your google searches on it, and he can't help himself but stretches his arm to move the touch mouse. he clicks on the page of your shopping cart, and knows he has a good look of the products you genuinely want.

he grabs his phone out of his pocket and he quickly takes a picture of the screen. he smiles to himself, proud of what he's going to do later this evening. now he knows what he needs to do.

-

"and i'll take the strawberry one too please" oscar says as he waits for the seller to wrap the ten pastries he just finished to order. the seller hands him the little red box with the white ribbon around it. the blonde grabs his credit card and pays without looking at the price. he's not even bothered, because a silly smile is playing on his lips.

he bought you these pastries which you talk about every time you found a tiktok about it, rambling about how sweet and delicious they look, and oscar was listening to you. he finally bought plenty of them today for you, ten pastries to be sure you'll have enough. and if not then he'll go back again at the bakery to buy more. until you're satisfied.

now he's going back home, already excited to see you and your expression when you'll discover all the things he bought today. he told you earlier that he needs to get some groceries, which was a lie because he used this time to purchase all the stuff you so want. he literally went to all the different stores of the mall : perfumery, bakery, jewelry store, plushies store and more.

he knows he has spent a huge amount of money just for you but he absolutely doesn't care at all. you're his princess and you must receive princess treatment. so that's why he bought this cute plushie you genuinely adore, and also your favorite set of perfumes even though you already have an extra double at home. buying you jewelry was inevitable, he chose two bracelets and two necklaces, also several pairs of earrings. and the cherry on top is the matching bracelet he carefully chose for you and him.

but nevertheless he got some groceries, most of them just being your favorite food and snacks. he totally spent a lot of money, he may not even have a penny left in his bank account but it's absolutely fine, as long as it's for you he doesn't pay attention to it. he's simply happy to treat you well. to treat you like you deserve it.

he parks his car and run to the door. he's carrying all the gifts and bags in his hands. he's completely full. he rings the doorbell and seconds later he's meeting with your pretty face. "i'm back" he simply says and you let him go into the house.

first you didn't notice all the bags he was carrying, because there are two packages which were delivered during oscar's absence and which are lying around the door. you are sure you didn't ordered anything, and oscar didn't tell you either that he ordered something so why these two packages are lying on the floor ?

"oscar, what are these packages ? i didn't ordered anything and you didn't too" you start and frown looking at the boxes. your boyfriend take off his shoes and he was going to speak when you finally notice all the bags in his hands. "and why are you carrying so many bags? there are around ten of them !" you say shocked, your eyes dart out.

he only smiles to you and hands you all the bags "surprise princess ! the packages are for you and these bags too". you don't realize, you just blink. is this real ? you look at him completely lost and he laughs seeing your confused expression. "you ordered the packages ? you really bought me all of these gifts ?" you ask still not realizing what he did.

your boyfriend nods rapidly like a child, a wide smile stuck on his face. "i wanted to please you because you deserve it love" he replies. "but oscar..." you start and he knows you're going to get mad at him because maybe he did too much. but he doesn't want to hear that so he doesn't wait and guides you to the couch. he makes you sit on it and he brings all the gifts around you. "now open them. it's all for you".

you sigh and look him in the eyes. "baby i appreciate it but do you realize you bought too much ? like it's an incredible amount of things" "of course i am aware of it and i don't care at all." he shrug and sit down next to you. you look like you're going to refuse all the presents and oscar doesn't want that. he places a kiss on your cheek and put one the package on your laps. "open now. i know you'll thanks me later for that"

you can't do anything but open all the boxes and bags in front of you. you cut the cardboard and open it. the beautiful pair of shoes you so wanted is meticulously wrap in the box. you don't realize. you're clearly shocked. you pick up them carefully and admire them. they're so pretty. and oscar knows he wins everything when a big smile come up on your face. "i don't even know what to say. i wanted them for so long. they're so pretty oscar"

"they'll look perfect on you" he states and a second later he feels your lips on his cheek. he giggles at the sudden touch "next gift baby !!" he says and either him can't hide his excitement. you can't help it too, you forgot for a while your dissatisfaction towards him because you're like a kid at christmas in front of all of the gifts. you open the second package and your look fall on the white and orange hoodie which reminds you of oscar.

it looks perfect. perfect like your boyfriend. the hoodie is clearly making you smile wider, though you were already getting cheek cramps. "how it looks ?" he asks in a nervous tone. "just incredibly beautiful and perfect" you says as you touch the soft fabric. "good. but we are not done. they're still the bags here" he points out the remaining bags on the floor.

and you open them all. the perfumes, the jewelry, the plushie, the snacks and even the pastries. you don't know how much they all cost but you're sure it's very very expensive. but you can't hide your happiness, you're so grateful for that. all the gifts are just more than enough. and your dissatisfaction turned into thankfulness.

all of these gifts, the way he bought you everything you wanted because he wanted to please you, all of that makes you emotional. and you can't help but let some tears fall down on your face. oscar notices it and he starts to panic. "wait- are you okay love ?" he asks cautiously. you wipe a tear and nod to reassure him. "yes don't worry i'm okay. it's just... it's just..."

you let a sob and he can't take it anymore. he pulls you into his arms, pressing soft kisses on your face. "tell me y/n" he says softly. he don't want to push you, just so caring. "it's just that i don't want you to spend all your money and buy extra expensive things to me. i'm okay with what i already have, i don't care if i can't afford what i want. i just don't want you to waste all your money only for me"

oscar smiles softly and pulls you closer. oh how his heart pang from love. from affection and adoration. he's so in love with you. he rubs your cheek with his thumb and place a soft kiss on your lips. "but you know that i don't care princess. i want the best for you and i want to treat you well like how you deserve to be treated. i like to spoil you. i like to buy you gifts" he explains to you. "but you're already my best gift oscar"

his brain stopped to work just as his heart skipped a beat. he can't hide his smile. "and you are too. that's why i genuinely want to pleasure you, because you're a princess that deserves all the love in the world. money doesn't matter. i know you don't like that but i'll never stop myself to spend money for you. you are the only person I would do anything for and all you have to do is ask me what you need, i'll give it to you right away"

you let another snob out of your mouth. the boy starts to peck all your face. "i don't deserve you oscar. i'm so lucky to have you." "no, i'm the lucky one. i don't even know how i managed to pull someone like you" he laughs and you giggle. "i love you oscar. so much"

he smiles and leans in to kiss you tenderly. his lips move perfectly on yours. he pulls back and look at you with heart eyes. "i love you too my girl". you hide your face in the crook of his neck and you stay like that for a while. until he gets up. "now i'm gonna make some coffee for you to drink with the pastries"

and he'll put on the table a tray of pastries, a cup of hot coffee next to them. you'll share the strawberry cake with your boyfriend, and you'll remains him of how perfect he is. because after all he's clearly the best boyfriend in the world...

[justagalwhowrites]

HI BESTIE !!! 🫂

i was wondering how Joel would react to Doc spoiling him ROTTEN after she got that big girl money 🫦 (in the lavender au)

(because i know she will spoil him so much as a thank you for his unwavering support throughout her career 🥹)

OMG Hi Bestie!

I love this ask so so SO much. Joel is so soft with his girls and he deserves all the good things, including his wife treating him to all the best things once she's a big time surgeon.

This is just the perfect prompt for our favorite man's birthday, too! I hope this is just what you were hoping for. Love you!

Spoiled

After years of Joel taking care of you, you take care of Joel. A one shot set in the Lavender AU timeline.

Yes I know it's not a Joel gif but it fits the fic so well I had to.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (Joel and Doc from the Lavender AU)

Warnings: Fluff and smut, smut and fluff. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 4.4K

It started with a shopping trip in Houston for Sarah’s wedding. 

She needed a dress for the rehearsal and her bachelorette party and the malls in Austin just weren’t cutting it. 

“I’m telling you,” she said after coming up empty handed on another Saturday spent shopping as the two of you ate salads and drank sweet tea at a patio cafe. “We need to go to Houston. We haven’t found anything for you, either.”

“I can just…” you began, but Sarah cut you off. 

“Mom,” she raised her brows. “You do not get to say ‘just’ anything about my wedding, come on.” 

You rolled your eyes a little but smiled. 

“Alright,” you put your hands up in surrender. “I’ve got the weekend off again in two weeks, I’ll get us a hotel room in Houston and we can shop til we drop.” 

“I’m going to get you comfortable with spending some of those big surgeon bucks one of these days,” she said. “You need to treat yourself! Live a little!” 

“I live plenty, thank you,” you replied. “And I do it just fine in my Goodwill jeans.” 

“Whatever you say,” she smirked a little, flagging down the server and grabbing the bill before you had a chance to fight her on it. 

Sarah might have had a point. You’d been an attending for the better part of a year now and the jump in pay had been staggering. You were making more now in a year than you had your entire life - or it felt that way, anyway. You’d already made good progress paying off your student loans but you made quick work of the rest. Joel had asked if you wanted to move - something bigger or better somehow - now that you could easily afford it but you’d just frowned at him, almost hurt. 

“This is our home,” you said. “I fell in love with you here, Sarah grew up here, we made Evie here. This is the first place I ever really felt like I belonged, I don’t want to leave.” 

Joel just smiled and kissed your forehead. 

“Then we’ll stay,” he said. “Moving’s a fuckin’ hassle anyway.” 

You’d just been saving money, not really sure what to do with it. You donated some of it, stopped spending time clipping coupons, finally bought a car that was from this decade (but still used). But actually spending it made you anxious. You’d never had money before. You weren’t poor, exactly. You’d always had enough to eat and a roof over your head but you almost never bought new clothes, had never really traveled outside of places that you could easily get to by car. You were pretty sure you’d never even been in a car that wasn’t at least 10 years old before you came to college and your friend Cassie gave you a ride to the store in her new BMW. It was hard to get used to the idea that money could be spent at all, that it wasn’t already earmarked for some bill or, if there was any left, that it had to be saved for a rainy day. 

“You gotta actually spend some of that hard earned money on yourself, Baby,” Joel said as you headed outside to meet Sarah for your weekend in Houston. “Buy some ridiculously expensive dress that I’m gonna want to rip off you in seconds or some purse that’s $1,000 for reasons I don’t understand.” 

“That’s two mortgage payments,” you said, eyes wide. 

“Baby.” 

“Right, right,” you nodded. “On a mission, spend money. Got it.” 

“On yourself,” he added. “Not Sarah. Or not just Sarah, anyway. You two have fun.” 

“You too,” you said, stretching up to kiss him goodbye. “Don’t let Evie con you into giving her candy when she gets home from school.” 

“What wild thing and I get up to when you’re not around is none of your business,” he gave you one last peck on the lips. “Now go, stop worryin’, live a little.” 

The mall in Houston was almost overwhelming. Not in the crowds way malls sometimes were for you, thank goodness, but with the kinds of stores. There were names you recognized from Cassie’s closet and from some of the trust fund girls in your med school program but you realized quickly you had no concept of what things like this actually cost. 

Sarah picked a dress for the rehearsal that was nearly $600 and you choked on the champagne the sales person had given you to sip while Sarah tried on options. 

“You really buy $600 dresses?” You gaped at her as you wandered back into the store from the dressing rooms. 

“Not all the time,” she shrugged. “But we make good money and sometimes it’s fun to buy something nice.” 

She held up a floor length gown to you, the bottom pooling on the ground. 

“That’s too long,” you said. 

“Well we’d get it tailored,” she laughed a little. “Come on, try it on.” 

Another sales person wandered over and offered to set up a fitting room and you snuck a peek at the price tag. Your eyes went wide. 

“That dress is $1200!” You whispered at Sarah as you trailed after the attendant. 

“And it’s for my wedding,” she replied. “And don’t you have that gala thing every spring for work? You can wear it for that, you need a new dress for that anyway. Plus I’m the bride and I say you have to try it on. You can’t disappoint the bride.” 

You sighed and went into the fitting room, feeling utterly out of place in your second hand Levis and vintage top you’d picked up on a shopping trip a few weeks back that felt much more your speed. 

But the dress - outside of the length - looked like it had been made for you. The silk hugged your every curve, the neckline dipping just low enough to display just enough cleavage to be sexy but not so much that it would be scandalous. It was simple, no embellishments beyond the structure of the dress and the deep emerald green of the fabric. Normally you’d have scoffed at something so basic fetching such a high price but, now that it was on your body, you understood it. It was like you’d put on a work of art and, in doing so, become art yourself. 

“OK you can’t laugh,” you said. “But I’m coming out.” 

Sarah was waiting patiently in the little show room attached to your fitting room and you had to hold up the hem of the dress to not trip but she gasped all the same. 

“Oh Mom,” her hand went to her mouth, her eyes wide. “You look incredible.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, turning in the mirrors to look at yourself from every angle. “I don’t look like I’m playing dress up?” 

“Not at all,” she spoke with almost a sense of reverence, looking you up and down. “You’re getting that dress. I’ll buy it for you if you won’t…” 

“No, Sarah,” you protested but she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before you had a chance to really realize what she was doing. “What was that for?” 

“I’m sending this to Dad…” her voice trailed off and she took a sip of champagne just as her phone rang. She smirked and answered, putting it on speaker phone. “Speak of the devil. Hey old man, your wife is trying to tell me this dress costs too much.” 

“I don’t care if that dress costs $200,000 she’s bringing it home,” Joel said. “She hear me?” 

“Yes,” Sarah smiled, a shit eating grin if there ever was one. 

“Good,” he said. “Baby, you look so damn amazing I’m about to jump in the truck and drive over there just to see you in that thing in person sooner. Save me a trip, bring it home, alright?” 

“Alright,” you sighed. 

“Didn’t quite hear that,” Joel said. 

“I said alright you dork,” you said a little, grinning in spite of yourself. 

“That’s my girl.” 

You bought the dress. And a bag that Sarah insisted you needed for work because she was tired of seeing you haul around a canvas tote. And shoes for the dress. 

When you passed the jeweler window, you were on the way to the car after spending so much money you were surprised you hadn’t fainted. You stopped, the hanger with the garment bag for the dress hooked in your fingers over your shoulder, and looked at the watch sitting in the window. 

It was large and silver but not too ornate, no diamonds or anything like that. The face of the watch was black with elegant white roman numerals on the face. 

“What?” Sarah asked, stopping next to you. 

“Do you think your dad would like that?” You asked, head cocked a little, still looking at the timepiece through the glass. 

“Yeah,” Sarah said after a moment. “Seems like a him watch, if he were going to wear a nice watch, anyway.” 

Joel did already have a watch. A simple one with a green strap and silver colored case and a black face. You and Sarah had picked it out together for his birthday one year. She’d been giddy about it, you had to all but beg her to keep it a secret for a few days until it came time to give it to him. He loved the thing, wore it every day, even more than a decade later. 

But your career wasn’t the only one that had advanced. Joel was no longer doing the manual labor of a contractor every day. More often than not, he was going to meet with clients and arrange contracts and make plans. For a lot of those meetings, he wore a suit and, for a lot of those meetings, you saw him stick his watch in his pocket before leaving the house instead of putting it on. 

“Hard sometimes,” he said when you’d asked him about it. “Fittin’ in with these clients.” 

“Let me just…” you doubled back to the entrance to the store and went inside. 

The watch was more than you thought it would be. A lot more. So, so much more. You watched as the sale’s person’s eyes went from encouraging and hopeful to let down when you reacted to the price. 

“One second,” you smiled sheepishly and pulled out your phone, going into your banking app. Even after spending an arm and a leg on yourself that day, the number in your personal checking account seemed obscenely high. More money than you’d ever had at once until very, very recently. You could afford the watch. You looked at the sales person and smiled. 

“I’ll take it.” 

You had several very strong cocktails when out to dinner with Sarah that night to make yourself feel a little better about spending thousands of dollars on things like clothes and a watch and she just smiled. 

“See, Mom? You spent some money on yourself and the apocalypse did not happen, I think you can actually buy yourself things from time to time.” 

“And things for your dad,” you said. “Because he needs nice things, too.” 

When you got home, Joel insisted that you model the dress for him. 

“It needs to be tailored,” you tried to protest. 

“Not for me to take it off you it doesn’t,” he smiled from his spot on the couch, beer in hand. 

“Fine,” you said. “But only if you let me model everything I bought and you can’t return any of it.” 

“Deal.” 

You went to your bedroom and put on the dress and the shoes and took the watch out of the bag, the face almost comically large on your wrist, before going back to the living room, hem of the dress in hand. 

“Jesus Christ Baby,” he looked at you, his eyes wide. “You look… fuck me.” 

“That is the idea,” you winked. “You like it?” 

“Like is a fuckin’ understatement,” he said, getting up and walking around you slowly, his eyes going up and down your body. “You know, Evie’s at a friend’s for two more hours…” 

“So you’re not going to make me return anything I have on?” You asked. 

“Fuck no.” 

“Not this dress?” You started unzipping the side before sliding the straps down your arms. 

“Dress stays,” he said, gently tugging it down and exposing your chest, kissing the swell of your breasts. 

“What about the shoes?” You asked, putting a sandaled foot out from below the hem. He glanced down, eyes ranging over the straps. 

“Those stay, too,” he said, going back to kissing your chest. “Everything you’ve got on stays, already agreed to that.” 

“Good,” you said as he made it to your neck. “Even this?” 

You held up your wrist, the watch sliding down your arm. 

He frowned, looking at it. 

“Don’t look like you’re style,” he said. “But if it makes you happy, Baby, keep it.” 

“Never said it was for me, Joel,” you smiled a little. You watched him piece it together, taking a moment for him to dawn on him. 

“No,” he shook his head, looking from your arm to your face. “No, you were supposed to get stuff for yourself for a change not…” 

“I did get stuff for me,” you said. “And I got this for you. Because you’re wearing suits more now and I wanted you to have the watch for that. So really, it is for me.” 

He took your wrist gently in one hand, elbow in the other, tilting your arm this way and that to look at the watch in different lights. 

“Baby, this…” he shook his head again. “This is too much, this is…” 

“Not for you,” you cut him off. “Not after everything you’ve given me. This is not enough. But it’s a start. Besides, you said I got to keep everything I was wearing. You already agreed to it, Miller.” 

“Baby,” he sighed. 

“Joel,” you smiled a little. “You’re my husband. Let me give you something nice. Please.” 

He brought the inside of your wrist to his lips and kissed you there, making your pulse flutter against his mouth. 

“Already gave me the best thing there is,” he said. “Anything more feels like I’m stealin’ it.” 

“Steal whatever you want, Miller,” you teased. “But you’re keeping the watch.” 

Joel ended up wearing the watch often. Not as much as the Sarah watch - and he stuck with the Sarah watch for her wedding - but at least once a week for meetings where he needed to dress up for. Every time you gave him a little knowing smile and every time he rolled his eyes a little before kissing you goodbye. But you had yet to get him to accept anything like it in the years since, Joel trying to dodge everything every time you spent money on him. 

So when his birthday was around the corner, you were bound and determined to get him something good. 

“Anything you want for your birthday?” You asked as you, Joel and Ellie wandered around a street fair, meandering towards the car show. “Anything you want to do?” 

“S’not like it’s a big one,” he shrugged. “Just 56. Would love to see all my girls, of course. Could use some new tongs for the grill.” 

“Tongs?” Ellie said, brows raised. “Seriously? Old people are so WEIRD.” 

“You know what kiddo?” Joel smiled a little, faking exasperation. “We’ll see how you’re doin’ when you’re pushin’ 60.” 

“Ew,” she crinkled her nose and wandered to the first car in the row of vehicles on display. You laughed, strolling along with Joel until he stopped at a beautiful old convertible, giving a low whistle. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Just a pretty fuckin’ car,” he said, his hands in his pockets as he walked slowly around it. “Always wanted one of these when I was a kid.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, getting an idea. 

“Neighbor had one,” he nodded. “Let me ride in the back once. Coolest fuckin’ car.” 

He looked over every inch of the thing and Ellie caught up with you while he did, pouting a little as she leaned on the door of the car, her chin propped on her folded arms. 

“I’m starving,” she groaned. “Can I go get some fries at least?” 

“Sure,” you laughed a little, pulling some cash out of your pocket. “Grab me a lemonade, too?” 

You watched as she went to the food stands and you and Joel moved on, walking slowly down the row of cars when Ellie caught up with you again, passing you the lemonade. Joel stole a fry from her cup. 

“Hey!” She protested. “Go get your own!” 

“Might have to,” he said, giving her a wink. “Back in a sec.” 

You waited until he was out of earshot before you grabbed Ellie. 

“Do me a favor,” you said. “That car we were looking at? The blue one? Can you go talk to the owner and find out what make, model and year it is?” 

“I guess,” she frowned. “Why?” 

“Because,” you said. “I found something your dad wants besides tongs.” 

You went and stood in line with Joel, keeping him distracted while Ellie did recon. She took some pictures of the car and texted you all the information which you texted to Andrew as Joel drove home from the fair. 

“Can you help me find this car?” You asked him. “One that’s for sale?”

“Becoming a collector?” He texted back. 

“Joel’s birthday,” you added a smilie face emoji. 

“Excellent,” he replied. “I’ll find you something, don’t worry.” 

It took a few weeks but Andrew found the car. A blue 1967 Mustang Convertible that was being sold down in San Antonio. He went down with you to help you test drive it - you didn’t know a damn thing about cars - and you bought it on the spot. 

“He’s going to freak the fuck out,” Andrew said, driving it home since you couldn’t drive stick. “Seriously, you might give the man a heart attack…” 

You rolled your eyes but laughed all the same. 

“I really hope he loves it,” you said, running your fingers over the dash. 

“I’ll take it off your hands if he doesn’t,” Andrew smiled. “Just don’t tell Jess.” 

Tommy agreed to store the car in his garage until Joel’s party at his house in two weeks and you were giddy as you drove home, feeling like a kid at Christmas as you tried to keep the car a secret. 

By the time the party rolled around, even Ellie was excited and having a hard time holding it together. 

“It’s really just a cookout at Tommy’s,” Joel said as the three of you piled in the car to head over. “Not sure why you two are actin’ like we’re going to fuckin’ Six Flags…” 

“Tommy’s cooler than you,” Ellie said. “Nice to spend time with someone who isn’t a total dinosaur…” 

“Alright, in the car kiddo,” Joel smiled and shook his head a little. “Can’t take you anywhere ’til seatbelts are on, let’s go!” 

You texted Tommy that you were on the way and he responded with a picture of the car, shiny in his driveway with a big, red bow on the hood. 

“He’s going to lose his mind, Kid,” he texted back. “Please tell Maria I want this same treatment when I’m old.” 

“Better put in some work to deserve it, Miller,” you replied, smiling a little. 

Joel parked on the street, frowning at the car in Tommy’s driveway. 

“When the hell’d Tommy get a Mustang?” He got out, his frown deepening. You almost laughed. 

“He didn’t,” you smiled, so big it was like your face was going to crack. 

Joel looked confused for half a moment before his mouth dropped open in shock. 

“No,” he shook his head. Ellie leaned between the front seats, grinning hugely, “No, no that’s… Baby. No.” 

“Suck it up, old man,” Ellie smirked as Sarah and Brandon came out of the house, little Carson making a beeline for the car. Sarah and Brandon waved as Tommy and Maria joined them in the yard. Ellie pulled the keys out of her pocket and dangled them between you and Joel. He took them, staring at them in his hand for a second.

“Should take it before I do,” Tommy hollered and you laughed as you got out of the car and followed an almost dazed Joel toward the Mustang. 

He walked, in awe, around the car twice. 

“I…” he said but stopped, staring at the convertible for a moment. “I don’t….” 

“Do you like it?” You asked, coming up beside him and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Fuckin’ love it,” he said, immediately looking at you. “But Baby, this is too much, way too much, I can’t…” 

“Yes you can,” you smiled up at him. He looked down at you, the awed expression still on his face. “After everything you’ve done for me? For us? Everything you’ve sacrificed, all the ways you take care of me and our girls? The life you gave me? Still not enough, Joel. Not for you.” 

He pulled you tight to him and kissed the top of your head. 

“I love you,” he said, his voice wet. “So goddamn much, Baby.” 

Tommy set up chairs and a table in the front yard so everyone could sit near the car while celebrating Joel. He kept looking over at it in disbelief before looking at you with eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. You couldn’t remember the last time your heart felt quite so full. 

You drove Ellie home, following slowly behind Joel in the new convertible. 

“OK I know what this shit means,” Ellie said, gesturing between you and Joel after you got home, your husband clutching you to his side. “Try to keep it down and not be gross about it because ugh.” 

“Was actually going to see if you wanted to take the car for a spin,” you smiled up at Joel. “Just you and me. Assuming Ellie will behave herself and actually go to bed at a reasonable time.” 

“Anything to get away from whatever that is,” Ellie said, smiling a little as she went to her room. You laughed. 

“So,” you said, once she closed the door to her room. You looked up at Joel, smiling. “Care to take me for a ride, Mr. Miller?” 

He grinned.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Miller.” 

He took you through town slowly, down quiet side streets filled with sleeping people and past businesses that had closed for the night, until the two of you ended up at a large park on the edge of town where things were a little darker and you could see some of the stars. 

“I can’t believe you got me a car, Baby,” he said, his hands running over the steering wheel. His smile was so big you could see it even in the dim light of the moon. “It’s really…” 

“If you say it’s too much again, Joel, I will go and buy you a second one on principle.” 

He laughed at that. 

“I was gonna say it was the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” he said, turning to look at you. “Besides you and the girls of course.” 

“Oh, of course,” you smiled. 

He leaned in and kissed you gently. 

“Not sure what I did to deserve you,” he said. “But I sure am grateful for it.” 

Your kiss shifted and you started climbing over the center console, Joel taking a second to move his seat all the way back. You bunched your skirt around your hips and settled over him, kissing him harder, more eager. 

“I’m pretty damn grateful for you,” you whispered against his mouth, his hands going to your hips. You ground down on him and he moaned, pressing his hard length up against you through his jeans. “And I think the birthday boy should get laid in his dream car.” 

“Dream car,” he said, kissing you. “Dream woman.” He kissed you again. “Perfect fuckin’ birthday.” 

You unzipped his fly as you kissed him and tucked your panties to the side, notching his cock against your entrance. He moaned as you sank slowly down onto him, taking all of him inside of you, savoring how he filled you. 

You started slowly, just grinding him deeper into you as you kissed him, his tongue licking into your mouth. 

“You feel fuckin’ amazing Baby,” he moaned, kissing down your throat until he reached your breasts, cleavage bared in your v-neck top. “Always feel so damn good…” 

He was thrusting up into you, trying to set his own pace, and you decided to allow that, matching him stroke for stroke as he groaned below you. His hands ranged up your back, pawing at your shirt until be was able to raise it enough to slide below it and get at your skin with a satisfied moan. He clutched you close, so close that you could hardly move over him anymore. Instead, he fucked up into you, making you whimper and your channel tighten around him. 

“C’mon Baby,” he grunted, voice strained. “Want you to come for me. All I want now is you to come for me, come all over me, fuck Baby…” 

You bit down on his shoulder to keep quiet, the sounds of crickets and cicadas on the air as you came, your sex throbbed around him. You whimpered against him as you came down from your high and he kept working you, his grip on you tightening. 

“Fuck Baby,” he gasped. “Feel too good, I’m gonna… fuck… I’m…” 

He cut himself off with a groan, thrusting deep and filling you, his grip on you relaxing enough that you could sit up a little. You looked at him in the moonlight his eyes closed, a blissed out look on his face. You smiled a little, brushing his more unruly curls back from his forehead. 

“I love you so much, Baby,” he smiled a little, eyes still closed. 

“So I did alright for your birthday?” You teased lightly, his softening cock still buried inside you. 

He laughed. 

“Did perfect,” he tugged you close enough that he could kiss you again, careful to not push you back against the horn. “Perfect fuckin’ birthday, perfect fuckin’ woman, perfect fuckin’ wife.” 

“Good,” you smiled, kissing him. “You deserve it, Joel. You deserve the world.” 

[lulubelle814]

Regards, Loki - Chapter 1

Master List

“How many times do I have to say no before it finally gets through your thick skull?  I’m not into that kind of thing!”  Louisa was having a hard time with her finances, and her friend, Cora, told her about this sugar daddy site.  Her friend had brought it back up while helping her go through her laundry, hanging things up and pulling out a few items here and there that needed to be fixed.

“Come on, Lou.  There’s more than one kind of sugar daddy.  Yes, most give money in exchange for time and sex, but there are also those who are just lonely and want someone to talk to without any commitment.”  Cora was really working hard to get her to try it out.

“I sincerely doubt it.”  There was no way she would get her to do this.  “Even at that, my boss is a horrible, despicable slave driver.  How would I even have time to talk to a ‘sugar daddy’?”

“That’s exactly why you need to do this.  You’re barely making ends meet as it is, and you haven’t gotten a raise in 2 years, not since that asshole became your boss.  I don’t know why you haven’t already quit.”  Cora held up a top with not one, not two, but three holes.  “I think this one is well past its prime.”  It was tossed into the trash pile.  Lou swiped it back out.

“That’s one of my favorites!  It can still be fixed.”  Inspecting the top, she realized it couldn't be fixed and threw it back in the trash pile.  “The thought of working on my resume and interviewing makes me nervous which then sets off my anxiety.  I never know what to say to the interviewer.  I was lucky I got this job.  At least it pays for the necessities.  And who knows?  Maybe I’ll get a raise this year.”  

There was a knock at the door.  Cora went to answer, spoke briefly with whomever it was, and returned with food.

“I didn’t order anything.  I can’t even afford to order something.  They probably meant to deliver it to…..”

“Lou!  You really need to shut up.  I ordered the food.  You need to eat, and you haven’t gone grocery shopping.”  With that, Cora shoved some food over to her.  Lou knew better than to argue with her and accepted it.  “Now, back to that website.”

Lou turned back to look at the site her friend brought up.  “I don’t know about this.  What if they ask for something I’m not comfortable doing?”

Cora shrugged as she shoveled orange chicken into her face.  “There’s no commitment.  If you don’t want to do it, just tell them.  When you sign up, it gives you a list of what you are and aren’t willing to do.  Plus, depending on what you select from that list, it can give you the option to remain anonymous.”  She didn’t understand why Lou wouldn’t just try while Lou had no idea why her friend kept pushing on this.  They were supposed to be having a girls night, watching Labyrinth, and patching some clothes.

They stopped for a moment as their favorite scene came on screen: the ballroom sequence with Jareth.  Both sighed when Sarah and Jareth started twirling and swirling around the floor.  “I wish that was me.”

“You want someone to kidnap your nonexistent baby brother to lure you into a maze run by a morally gray man?”  Lou didn’t have a sibling, but she did have a cousin she used to be close with but hadn’t talked to her in a long time and for good reason: she’d stolen her life savings and spent it on drugs.  If she got kidnapped, she wouldn’t go after her, not anymore.  Okay, she probably would.

They both laughed.  “No!  I want to be her: in a beautiful dress, dancing with a handsome man who can sing and dance and wants to take care of her.”  That had been her dream since she was a child.  In fact, David Bowie’s Jareth was her first crush.

Cora grabbed the remote to pause the film.  “You can have that, you know.  You’ll find him, or he’ll find you.  In the meantime, we’re setting you up on that site.  It doesn’t hurt to have a distraction in the meantime, and a paying one at that.  Stop waiting for Mr. Right and go for Mr. Right Now.”

Lou grunted and grabbed her laptop.  “Fine, but if he’s weird or creepy, I’m going to ditch the whole thing.”  Her friend grinned in response.  “Agreed.  I wouldn’t let you be with someone like that anyways.”

They spent the next hour filling out her profile with some basic information.  They asked for gender, age range (she selected 31 - 35 as it was done in groups), if she preferred men or women, an avatar, and a bio with what the user was looking for.

“Okay.  Female, aged 31 - 35, looking for Male,”  Cora took over the laptop.  “Looking for Male, aged 31 - 45, intellectual companion to converse with.  No sex, and no strings attached.”  She selected a generic avatar and input the ‘nickname’ Sigyn.  She found the options Cora mentioned about privacy level along with a check list of dos and don’ts to select from.  Once finished, she posted before Lou could stop her.  “Who knows?  Maybe you’ll find your Loki!”

“I probably won’t get any messages anyways.  Like I said, sugar daddies want physical intimacy and other stuff.  No one wants to pay me just to chat with them.”  

“You never know until you try.  Just leave it up for a few days, and see if you get a hit.  Who knows?  Maybe you’ll meet Mr. Right?”

Lou laughed.  “You’re too funny.  Mr. Right isn’t trolling a random sugar daddy website, especially not for someone like me.”  Her self esteem had always been in the dumpster.  It didn’t help that her ex treated her like trash, using lies and manipulation to make her believe she wasn’t worth being loved, that she was lucky to have him..  

She pulled her favorite top back out of the pile, looking at it again.  “Are you sure we can’t salvage this?”  Cora pulled it out of her hands and took another look at it.  “I mean, we can try, but I’m pretty sure it can’t be resuscitated.”  After thirty minutes of stitching and restitching, the holes were gone, but the top looked a bit…..off.  “Maybe if you wore a jacket with it?”

That’s exactly what she did the next day.  She was running late for work and grabbed the nearest clean clothes, making sure to snatch one of her only two good jackets.  Her tardiness did not go unnoticed by her shit head boss.

“Do you know what it means to be on time?”  Her boss scoffed.  To be fair, she was normally on time.  To be late, especially this late, was an extremely rare occurrence, yet her boss seemed to have it out for her.  She whipped around to look at him.  His arms were crossed, left foot tapping on the floor, and a scowl on his face.  He gave the appearance of a gentleman with his styled hair and tailored suit, but it only set to confirm that “beauty is skin deep”.  His appalling nature made him the most hated man on the floor (not that upper management cared as his team produced excellent numbers, not that his team was ever made aware).  Sometimes she wondered if he was especially dreadful to her after he made a pass at her during her first month on the job.  “Or do you just not care?”

She was already having a bad day, and he seized every opportunity to make her feel like she was worth nothing which, she hadn’t realized yet, was another reason she hadn’t looked for another job.  She felt completely worthless and just lucky she had this one.  Louisa tried to stay invisible, but it didn’t work as much as she’d like it to.

The rest of the day was spent working on reports while berating herself for not only being late but also letting Cora talk her into signing up for that stupid site.  She knew she’d never get a response.  Men wanted women who would put out, not pay for conversation.  Cora only made her promise to keep it up for a week, and she didn’t want to let her best friend down.  Once the week was over, Louisa would delete her profile.

[pissodeluxe]

Money is so insidious.

Never before have I wished to be wealthy like I do right now. My heart is bleeding every time I see another post, another face, another please do not scroll. I empty everything I can find into fundraisers and sim cards and organisations feeding the hungry.

I've never been wealthy. In all the ways possible in a Scandinavian welfare state, I've been poor. I've grown up hungry and without proper clothes. I've been homeless several times. But I've never wanted to be wealthy. What would I do with money, I always thought. Buy a car I don't wish to drive? Buy a house that I probably won't know how to live in? I once was gifted a lottery scratcher that was a single, final digit away from being the winner and all I remember is the feeling of stress. I don't like money. I was relieved when it wasn't there.

Rock stars fly around in private jets, rich men build rockets and force their workers to piss themselves on the line, my country's subreddits are full of people advising each other on how to become wealthier through becoming shareholders, the famous and the aristocrats waltz around in pointless fashions giving pointless interviews and here we all are on Silly, Pointless Tumblr, half of us are already begging each other for help, for just a single dollar, just anything at all, just enough to feed my dog, just enough to buy my medication, someone please save my cat.

And we're apparently the only place where the cries for help from Gaza and Sudan are even heard anymore. Across the street the owners of the new, fancy apartments with the rooftop gardens whose gentrification has caused five new dog grooming salons to open up in an area that used to be only run down mechanics and car parks, they come here to my government apartment blocks and park their expensive cars, because our parking was always too far away from any place useful to be used like this.

Those people, I see them around. Talking about terrorism and complications, talking about their political views of fiscal responsibility and moral conservatism like they know anything at all about what life is like. They look at me sideways because I'm a filthy homo. They could help but they would never. They need that money, how else would they have their next date night at that Michelin restaurant. How else would they book their next vacation and buy a second Mercedes.

I'd key their disgusting cars except I'm pretty sure they have surveillance built in, and I'm a single parent and I'm already doing my best to find any leftover cash to donate it. I can't afford a fine. But I wish I could hurt them even just a little. Make them think twice before telling anyone who'd listen about how great they're doing. We're not even allowed to have dogs here. Not that I know anyone who would have their dog groomed. We don't even go to the human hair dressers. Five dig grooming shops in an area that I can walk across in twenty minutes.

I hate it.

I want the wealthy to suffer poverty. To feel hunger at night. To be afraid of the end of the month. I want them to feel what it is like to have their rent go up further than their income reaches. I want them to know the desolation having nowhere to go. No home and no family.

I want politicians to become powerless. I want them to become as irrelevant as the victims of their ruthless campaigning. I want them to yell in vain at a world that no longer listens.

I want open borders. I want all of us to weather the coming climate together, I want us to share what we have.

I want Palestine to be free. I want it's people to be compensated and apologised to somehow. I want their olive trees to grow back. I want Zionists to become a ridiculed minority again. I want Jews to be allowed to exist outside of some political nightmare state that claims to speak for them.

I want corporations to become illegal. I want previous metals and whatever else is causing people to be murdered and tortured to be respected and reused. We have enough smart phones, we have enough. I'm ashamed to admit I don't even know what the rest of the current conflicts are really about, because I'm so heartbroken all the time that I'm afraid for my health if I keep reading. I want the world to be safe for Muslims. I want us to get over the stupid, evil racism that's been driving us to murder and maim and torture and starve and kidnap and

I want it to stop. I can't accept that wanting it to stop is "too naive" or "too utopian." I don't care. Let me be childish then, and say that I want it to end. The suffering, the cruelty. I want a just world where everyone is given food and shelter. I want a world where no one gets to just claim the right to hurt their fellow humans.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that so many have already been killed for pointless reasons and unfair wars. I'm sorry that the protests aren't listed to (yet!) I'm sorry that people feel allowed to turn a blind eye. I feel sick to see my country folk pretend like they don't know anything. I'm sorry I don't have the money to help everyone reach their needs, and I'm sorry I'm centering myself in this rant that my one follower will see. Like my heartbreak matters. Like my exhaustion is worth mentioning.

But I refuse to believe that this is how it will be. I refuse a future where not everyone is allowed to have a happy, safe life. I refuse it. There is too much good in this world. We will be heard. Our childish dreams will be made more and more real until the selfish forget that they ever denied them. We will keep fighting and building and sharing until everyone is cared for, until justice is done. We will learn to take care of each other and the ground that carries us. We will learn to become what we want. We will have clean air, clean water, clean food.

There's been enough pain. Something's gotta give. It's been paid for a thousand times already. This planet is too mathematically unlikely to just end up empty. Injustice is a losers game. Because I said so.

[philipjohnclapp]

Could you write an enemies to lovers fic with steve-o? The readers his neighbor and they do not get along at all until they do. Can be fem reader but GN is fine with me too !

My Annoying Neighbor Steve

Including: Steve-O and a female reader

Word Count: 1922

A/N: This is from the prospective of the reader and it is kinda sorta first person. Didn’t get too romantic, but it’s still kinda sorta a relationship. I hope it’s what you wanted, and if you want a sequel let me know! This is kinda sorta my first time writing this way, and Y/N is still new to me, I hope it wasn’t too specific and could relate to y'all. Feedback is always welcome and requests are too!

You moved to California for two things, one being to start fresh and just for an opportunity to ‘start over’ and two being a road to fame. Everyone moved to California to be famous and it was a hit or miss, you being one of those many crowd pleasers who came for just that. Except it hadn’t been relatively easy, and rocky more than ever.

It all started with when you got there you spent ages trying to find affordable living, somewhere along the lines of when you first came here you met a friend. In the early beginnings you were living out of your car, but out of the kindness of y/f/n heart they let you stay with them until you found a home.

That wasn’t long at all for you to manage to snag an apartment, affordable living, two bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen, and living room. Everything for a decent price, and you snagged it instantly. Moving in with what you had and over the course of a few months you saved and bought furniture to furnish it, mostly second hand or found in alleyways. Because as a rather poor young adult you didn’t have the money for top of the line things; not yet anyways.

But from the moment you’ve moved in you hadn’t managed to get a wink of sleep, your bed wasn’t the problem, or the apartment itself. It was your damn neighbor, and to be frank you didn’t even know his name. Some practically bald asshole who got a kick on fucking with you every hour of the night. Especially late when you finally achieve sleep he will go blare the loudest of music. Blaring against the wall that separated your apartment from his. Along with that somewhere along the lines he bashed a damn hole through the wall.

Course after so much of this and noise complaint after noise complaint he was only getting louder and more of a thorn in your side. You could only be restless for so long, already considering just leaving and staying with your friend, but you didn’t know when you’d get another house to yourself. So, you sucked it up. Because that’s all you could do with what you’ve been dealt with.

After a long day of working at your shitty job all you wanted to do was go home and sleep, and when you finally got home it was radio silent. You couldn’t be any happier as you haphazardly shoved the keys into the keyhole and turned the knob to the left before pushing the door open and stepping inside. Finding yourself restless almost immediately you walked around the random piles of trinkets and clothes sprawled out in your apartment; never really had the time to clean and you didn’t have many friends or any at all, so, you didn’t clean. Eyeing the couch you immediately collapsed onto it. Finding it in some alleyway by a coffee shop you frequent. Better than paying for one that’s for sure.

The old raggedy couch beated the floor, and as you managed to get comfortable you slowly shut your eyes as you tried to drift off. You’d eat later, because right now all you could think about was your wacky sleep schedule and how desperate you were to sleep, but right as you were on the brink of it you heard a loud noise. Banging on the walls from your damn neighbor and all you could do is groan as you sat back up on the couch. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep, but it had been like this for days now. Seems like your noise filled neighbor never slept either.

The banging continued as you sunk a bit deeper into the back of your thrifty couch, followed by spurts of random curses as he yelled at you, talking about how much he hated you; his neighbor. Saying how stupid you were and stuff like that. You just pressed two fingers against your temple as you started to have a headache because of him, trying to soothe yourself. You ended up deciding you’d go out and smoke on the rooftop, because you didn’t want to stay a second longer listening to your disrespectful neighbor. Plus, you were craving something to ease your nerves anyways, smoking would do.

Pulling yourself up and off the couch you started towards your small counter, which also was practically your table too. You grabbed your small baggy of pre-wrapped blunts and tucked them into your hoodies pocket. Before walking to the front door and sliding back on your beaten shoes. That you’ve had for way longer than you should’ve, but money had been tight, and you didn’t see the point in buying something you hadn’t exactly needed, so they’d work. Until they broke down beyond repair. Once you squeezed the pair on you were quick to open your apartment door and walk outside into the hallway. Turning around to shut the door behind you, you were suddenly interrupted by a guy with a rather hoarse voice. One that made your head turn to look over at him.

Just your luck the voice matched exactly who you thought it would’ve, making you groan in annoyance and you glared at him. He gave you a rather puzzled look on his face in response, why was he so confused? You were quick to find out, “Who are you? My neighbor's girlfriend?” He was astonished. From the looks of it he wasn’t expecting you to come outta there, and you didn’t have to answer him either, so you didn’t. Rolling your eyes and walking around him to the staircase so you could get to the rooftop. He was just trying to mess with you, and you weren’t about to give him the time of day.

He started to say something to argue, or maybe get you to stay, but you didn’t. Not wanting to see your annoying neighbor any longer, a smoke was more important than him as you disappeared into the staircase, walking up it until you reached the rooftop door, which you soon opened.

Walking onto the rooftop, you heard the metal door shut by itself behind you. Feeling a breeze hit your skin, it was kind of cold out. Not cold enough for you to complain since you were wearing a hood, along with that blunt would cover for the lack of warmth too. Walking a few steps forward until you were practically touching the metal bar separating you from the drop. The view was nice enough considering it practically looked like a desert out there, and along with that you were in one of the worst areas in California to live in. Which started to make sense as your neighbor had found his way into your mind once more.

Digging your hand back into your hoodie's front pocket you opened your zip block bag and pulled out one of the blunts. You had wrapped it yourself a few days or so ago. It was just some weed, tobacco was okay, but weed was harmless. Something that also calms you down, and it was one of those times that you needed to calm down. You shut the zip block baggy as you pulled the blunt out of your pocket and you heard the door opening behind you.

And that’s when you had realized you didn’t have a lighter on you, and you could immediately tell who it was. Just because of the earliest events. With your stupid neighbor, and his even stupider hair cut. Turning your head ever so slightly as he approached you. A bit of worry in his step, seemingly rather guilty, and in his hands he held a lighter, once your eyes landed on that he gave a smile. As in an “I’m sorry” type of way. Least that’s what you could gather from his demeanor.

You lifted out your hand and he passed you your lighter, but once you looked at it, it wasn’t yours at all. That made your eyebrows furrow, as you looked right back at his face, “Is this your way of apologizing?” You asked, almost condescendingly. He just frowned and shook his head ever so slightly.

“No, wait! Yes, maybe?” The words he said made little to no sense, and as he realized it his face flushed red. You just stared at him with an amusing smirk on your face as you put the blunt up to your lips and held it there, lighting it with your new found lighter, and taking a rather long drag from it.

You decided to compromise with him, maybe he really didn’t know you were living next door and he didn’t mean it after all. Least by the lighter and how embarrassed he was. Maybe you could forgive him with time, “..Okay, so, spit it out. What do you want?” You asked, he must’ve come here for something, and the lighter just wasn’t cutting it for an apology.

He didn’t respond as quickly as last time, with what you said sorta puzzled him. He didn’t come prepared, and didn’t have much time to think anyways. All he knew was he thought you were real pretty, higher than a 6, out of his League, and he wanted to get to know you. So, he made a big move, broke and all he still had to do was try and make amends with his rather cute neighbor.

“What if I take you out to dinner, would you forgive me then?” He bursted out suddenly, just a friendly gesture. He’d even promise not to bother her any longer. No more making holes and disturbing her sleep for a change.

That condescending smirk you held turned into an actual genuine smile, and you laughed, offering him a hit from your blunt. You thought about it, was he asking you out? And for some reason you felt compelled to say sure, only on one condition. “Are you asking me on a date, Steve?” You questioned, you knew his name, and his nickname. Had a ring to it, but you weren’t buddy buddy, so you wouldn’t use it. Not yet anyways.

If it was even possibly for his face to get any redder it did, and he just nodded ever so slightly, you caught him dead in his tracks, “Erm, sorta, dude. If you would be okay with that.” He mustered in response, as he took the blunt from you and took a drag. Before handing it back to you. Maybe things with the neighbor girl would get better. He never thought he’d like his neighbor either. And of course, he accidentally said dude to a chick, but he was nervous, and you couldn’t blame him.

He seemed rather straightforward, and you liked that. Even with his slip up, and you giggled as you replied, “Okay, sure, as long as you’re paying and will stop bothering me all day long.” You decided on, then maybe you’d forgive him, but of course you already had. He wasn’t exactly charming, but surprisingly he said just the right things. To you anyways.

His eyes lit up as you agreed finally, nodding his head immediately, he agreed to the terms, “Yes ma’am,” he shot back, the ma’am part being a joke for the most part, and he had no problem agreeing to the terms. Suddenly you found your annoying noisy neighbor, less annoying, and noisy? Well, he’d have to work on that.

This was a start to an amazing relationship.

[goldie-fairbank]

have you heard about [ GOLDIE FAIRBANK ]? [SHE/HER] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ TWENTY THREE YEARS ]. they’re [ FOURTY TWO ] yrs old and seem very [ CREATIVE ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ SPOILED ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ TEACHER ]. they often daydream about [ GUCCI SHOPPING BAGS PILED ON A MARBLE FLOOR ].

Full bio under the cut

Goldie grew up surrounded by luxury. Her parents were both movie stars who earned more than enough money to give Goldie everything she could possibly wish for. They paid for her designer clothes, a private education, and when she was old enough they opened doors for her to make it into the industry. By the time Goldie was nineteen she even had some fame in her own right although that was largely because she had started dating a well known actor, and not the overproduced pop album she had made under guidance from her agent. Her pop career never truly took off, something Goldie didn’t mind. She was perfectly content living under her parents’ shadows so long as she could always afford the latest Dior collection. Goldie adored fashion and glamour and anything creative. When her parents and agent finally accepted that Goldie wasn’t destined to be the next big pop diva they allowed her to shrink back into the shadows and pursue a degree in art history. If she wasn’t going to be a success in the entertainment industry at least she could get a world class education, her parents had told her. They didn’t care what degree she chose so long as she was studying, and out of their way. 

Fresh off a well publicised break-up with her famous boyfriend, Goldie felt free to pursue her true passions away from the watchful eye of the press. She flourished at university, finding her true creative streak. She’d never been much of an artist herself, but she appreciated the beauty of all forms of art. She attended museums most weekends (before going off to party in the evening) and her interest in fashion and particularly fashion history was piqued. She was good at pairing colours and knowing what looked good, and it felt like she was finally discovering who she was supposed to be. And then it happened. A zombie outbreak. It was like something out of a nightmare. 

Being the rich, eccentric types, her parents already had a bunker prepared for emergencies such as this and they sent a private jet to pick up Goldie and bring her back to them. Only the jet never arrived. To this day Goldie doesn’t know what happened, but after days of waiting in the airport for her parents to save her she finally had to accept that she was alone now. They weren’t coming for her. Maybe they were dead. Maybe they just didn’t think she was worthwhile keeping around. Afterall, she was just another mouth to feed with no discernible skills that would be useful in a situation like this. Fending for herself wasn’t something Goldie did well, but she at least had some sense and while the world was disintegrating her money and valuables were still worth something. If the world truly was ending she knew Gucci handbags wouldn’t be worth much for much longer and so she traded away those she could bear to part with for protection, food and water, and even a ride to Pittsburgh where there was word of a camp having been set up for survivors. 

Goldie struggled to fit in at the camp. She still clung to remnants of her old life. Despite everything that had happened she insisted on curling her hair every morning, and when she was accused of wasting electricity for such trivial matters she found new ways. She used rags to twist her hair in curls and set them overnight. She mixed drops of oil in with her lipstick just to make it last that much longer. She still took great pride in the way she looked, dressing up as if she were going to the red carpet whenever she was given an excuse to do so. She contributed very little to the survival of the camp, but Goldie truly did not see the point in her survival if she wasn’t able to experience the joy of admiring her freshly painted nails.

Finding a job for Goldie there was difficult. She had almost no practical skills. Goldie had never even had to cook for herself - even throughout university she’d had a home chef hired by her parents to ensure Goldie wouldn’t be living on a diet of take-out and cocktails. She found a good fit finally, as a teacher. Goldie was well educated in history and the arts, she even spoke some latin, and so it was decided she could provide the children of the camp with an education of the world before everything broke down.

Goldie loved her job. She preferred the company of the children of the camp more so than the adults - the children seemed to understand her. They too missed the silly little things of their lives. While Goldie longed for a new pair of black heels, the children in her classes cried about missing their favourite video games, or toys and so she did her best to provide substitutes. For a child who had complained about missing his Pokemon game she had spent her entire weekend creating her own version of Pokemon cards, drawing what creatures she could remember (but mostly making up ones of her own) and assigning them statistics to battle with. And when she couldn’t create a substitute herself she’d trade with the supply runners to get it. 

She’d always seen the value of the smugglers, and most of them knew just how much she would give for something so seemingly trivial. While they were out searching pharmacies for medicine, if they happened to pocket a tube of lipstick, they’d be well rewarded by Goldie. At first she traded some of the few valuable things she still had - an expensive watch or scented candles - but when they ran out she would trade food or water or even sex if the item were valuable enough to her. She’d get things for the children too, and fill her classroom with toys and interesting things from the outside world. She liked to think her classroom was an escape from the horror outside, and a place to discover the luxuries of the old world.

[hsakuras]

Ahhhh I’m sorry you have to quarantine babe, it’s never fun ☹️

I gotta ask tho….how would Ayato react to you calling him your ‘dearest friend’? You’re clearly not picking up on the hints he’s dropping that he wants more, and now worst of all you’re developing a crush on someone else?? Does he back down and save face, or does he ahem kick it up a notch and make it clear you belong only with him?

andy my love, this sucks and i will make it up to you. ily

cw: afab reader, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, coercion, dubcon, mentions of Thoma, Ayato has a god complex, dacryphilia, cream pie

“He’s just really sweet, like one of my dearest friends!” You exclaim, it’s not unusual to find you and Thoma chatting away during your chores. You’re comfortable with him, he’s who taught you Ayato’s likes and dislikes. He’s also who brightens your day, sweet Thoma who seeks you in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep. Who accompanies you on walks through the gardens and when you need to make quick errands around town. You were thankful for his presence, for his guidance.

Ayato had really thought that his relationship with you would progress to a little something more by now. The amount of hints he drops your way, even Thoma going as far as saying that Ayato favors you differently, and why else would he spend money for you to own clothes that you couldn’t afford.

It really broke his heart to hear you call him your dearest friend. He didn’t see the way you got flustered when Thoma insinuated there had to be more than that going on. Desperately trying to pull the thought out of Thoma’s head.

Maybe Ayato just needs to be a little bit more forward with his feelings. Show you all that you could have if you were by his side, show you that your future is best suited with him.

He’s making you help him sort documents, bringing him his meals, and trying all sorts of new flavors of teas with him. He loves the way you stiffen a little when he tells you how good you’re being for him, how cute you look in your clothes, and how he’s lucky to have you for him.

He always requests for your assistance, you can’t remember the last time you even got to walk the garden with Thoma. Part of you misses him, but the other prt of you aches to be able to go shopping alone again. You want to visit a book store, maybe look at some fabrics, or even just people watch.

It’s hard to get away from Ayato’s every call.

You’re exhausted after spending the majority of the night in the studio. Paperwork sorted and you feel like you could collapse right then and there. It leads to you asking to take a break the next morning, some time away from the household so that you can refresh.

“I just need a reset day, my lord.”

You’re met with the sound of Ayato’s scribbling on paper, not once glancing up to acknowledge you. He doesn’t even seem to be a cheerful as he usually is, doesn’t even respond when you ask him if you should bring in his first meal of the day.

He watches you pick the hem of your shirt, nervously chewing your lips and he wants to kiss you. He wants to know how warm your lips feel against his cool ones, what your skin feels like under his finger tips.

He takes his gloves off, you think he’ll tell you to leave him be. When he finally looks at you, you’re relieved to see the small smile on his face. It feels different though? He doesn’t normally get up from his position to meet you, he doesn’t cup your face or trace your lips with his thumb.

The atmosphere is so thick, you feel like you’re drowning.

“You don’t have to do anything anymore” his voice is low, gravely, “just let me take care of you, you don’t even need to think.”

His lips are cold against yours. You’re hesitant to kiss him back. Your hands pushing against his shoulders.

You’re confused.

“My lord, you can’t—”

“You’re so pretty” he cuts you off, again pressing his lips to yours. This time his kiss is needier, hungrier, more carnal and less kind. His tongue is in your mouth and you’re trying your best to keep up.

He hands are everywhere, he doesn’t let an inch of your body go unexplored. He teases you, rolling your nipple in between his finger tips. He tearing your clothes off of you, cupping your breast and pressing searing hot kisses to your neck. He wastes no time, he’s been dying to see you. All of you.

He’s everywhere. His touch, his scent, his lips. He’s fluid and swift and it feels like there’s water in your lungs, you can’t breathe. You’re drowning in him, the longer you kiss.

He’s greedy, letting you breathe only to remove his own clothing. Your thoughts are lost, he’s so quick. His hands are back on yours and he’s guiding you on your back.

“You need me.” He says, you can feel how hard he is, how hot his cock feels against your bare thigh.

“I can’t” you whimper, Ayato hooks your legs over his shoulders and he’s uncomfortably close, towering over you and caging you in so that all you can see is him.

“You love playing hard to get don’t you?” He’s kissing your leg, soft and sweet, “I’ve wanted you. I’ve given you everything you need. Yet you’re so blind to what’s in front of you.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply, his lips are crashing down onto yours, tongue in your mouth and it’s messy.

His fingers are on your clit rubbing circles and watching in awe of your reactions. He should keep you away from others, not allow anyone else to see you so all you can think about is him. So only he can see these reactions, so only he can see how your brows knit together or when your hand reaches for his wrist.

He thinks you’re so docile, so pliant, even when the tears start forming in your eyes. He loves watching them, especially when you can feel the blunt tip of his cock at your entrance, can feel how he eases the tip in, groaning at how hot you already feel around him.

“You’re mine do you understand? Only mine.”

“Ayato.” You hiccup, breath lost when he slowly inches himself forward. His head tipping back when he feels the tight, hot walls wrapped around his cock. He soaks in the feeling, can hear your sniffles and it makes him throb.

“Crying for me already?” he’s slow at first, gentle because he know he won’t last if he moves the way he wants to. He’s holding your hands above your head his gaze locked on yours and watching the way your mouth falls when he hits that spot just right.

“Call me your Lord again.” he pants, balls hitting your ass with every thrust. He’s getting sloppier now, his grip around your hands is tighter and you can feel the knot in the pit of your belly tighten.

“My Lord- Ayato, wait” you can’t think. You’re head is spinning and your tongue feels heavy. You can feel your own slick against your thighs, against his thighs. He feels good, you feel so full of him. You’re moaning for him, begging, and pleading for him. You’re chanting his name over and over, until hot thick ropes of cum send you over the edge. He’s kissing you through your high, slipping out of you when you’ve calmed down to watch his cum drip out of you.

“Aren’t I fun to worship?”

You’re too tired to reply.

[boldlyvoid]

Breakable Heaven | Chapter Six: Summer Job

18+

Summary: Spencer picks her up from work, treating her to something sweeter than ice cream

Warnings: love confessions, heart to heart with Aaron, First times, no condoms used, oral (fem receiving), face riding, squirting, creampies, angst at the end.

Word Count: 5.5K

Masterlist

a/n: shit goes down next week.

He knocks promptly at 8 am and all she does is groan. 

“Come in?” Spencer answers for them. 

He’s been laying completely still above the covers the whole night while she cuddled into him. She was so chatty before she fell asleep, she talked to him about everything and reminded him that she loved him every minute. Mostly after he said something that she found funny. He was genuinely concerned about how much she had to drink. 

Aaron is relieved when he comes in to find Spencer fully clothed and above the sheets. “I brought you both some coffee,” he gives a slight smile and places them both on her nightstand. 

“Thank you,” Spencer looks at him as neutrally as possible, trying to avoid all the shame and guilt he felt. “I’m sorry for—” 

“Don’t,” Andy reaches up and places her hand over his face to shut him up.

Aaron laughs, “why?” 

She sits up with a sigh, eyes still closed, she’s visibly pissed off. “I need you to stop being so loud.” 

“Well, I also need some things from you,” Aaron takes a seat on the edge of her bed. “Both of you, actually.” 

“Yes sir,” he sits up straighter and places his hands on his lap. 

She reaches over him and grabs a cup of coffee, she cuddles into his side and rests her cheek on his shoulder when she’s not taking a sip. 

“I know you’re both adults, and separately, I really trust you… together? I’m having a bit of a hard time. So the only logical and calm thing for me to do is set some ground rules to let you know what I’m comfortable with,” Aaron speaks as if he’s reading from a script. 

Haley must’ve gotten to him. 

“Whatever you want,” Spencer’s over-eager, tired of keeping secrets just to keep her. 

“Can you be chill for 5 seconds,” she teases him with a straight face, too hungover for any other expression. She sighs, “what would you like, dad?” 

“First, I want you to get a job… I think if you have something to do during the day you’ll feel more rewarded and that way you can afford your rent.” 

“my What?” Her brows finally raise and he gets her full attention. 

“Haley and I were talking and she thinks if you were to pay rent, a simple $50 every 2 weeks when you get paid, and then that way you can come and go as you please. I’m trading your curfew and the no boys in your room rule for a little more responsibility from you.” 

“Yeah,” she nods, “just, promise me one thing?” 

“Okay?” He’s skeptical. 

“I want the rent I’m giving you to go into a savings account with a decent interest rate so that by the time he gets to college he’ll have a decent chunk of money,” she says firmly. 

It was a tone that Spencer could never use with his boss, let alone his own father. He was a little shocked, and a little turned on to see her so dominant.

“That sounds very fair, and very responsible,” he agrees with a smile. 

“Is there a kind of job I need to get?” She asks for the specifics of his rules. 

He sucks his teeth and shakes his head, “nope, just something that gets you through the summer.” 

“Okay good cause I’m not going back to the yogurt shop,” she jokes. “Is anyone at the FBI looking for an assistant for the summer?” 

“I can ask around… or you could come to work with us today and ask yourself.” 

She sighs, “okay, but I don’t have pants on, so, time to get out.”

Aarons starts to worry, but then again he knew that was how she usually slept and so he chilled himself down. “Okay,” he stood up and gave her a fake smile. “I’ll see you downstairs, I plan to leave in 30 minutes and Spencer's car better not be in the way.” 

“It won’t be,” Spencer answers for himself, “I’ll go now too.” 

“Noo,” she grabs his arm and doesn’t let him go, “I’ll ride in with Spence, I just need a few minutes to change.” 

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” he presses his lips together in a disappointed smile. “Love you, moon pie.” 

She giggles, he hasn’t called her that since she was really little. “Love you, too.” 

He closes the door behind himself and then they’re alone. Spencer takes the mug from her hand and puts it back on the night table so that he could lunge at her and kiss the crap out of her. 

She laughs against his lips as her head hits the pillows. She cups his face in her hands and kisses him back with passion and love… so much love. 

He pulls away and hovers over her, staring into her eyes, “do you remember everything from last night?” 

She nods, pink with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for yelling.” 

“It’s okay, I’ve wanted to scream that I love you for a long time now too,” he admits with a sweet smile. “I love you very much, Andrea Hotchner.” 

“It only sounds good when you say it,” she teases so she doesn’t cry. She's hungover, emotional, and overwhelmed. “I’m really glad I didn’t fuck everything up last night.” 

“Me too,” he teases her back and leans in for another kiss but she pushes him back with a laugh. 

“I’m serious, I’m surprised you even wanted to come get me after I ignored you for a few days.” 

He sits up and pulls her back up too, “you had every right to stop talking to me, I got you in trouble with your dad… and I knew because he was mad at me at work, I’ve done so much paperwork I feel hungover with this headache.” 

“Oh my god, really?” She keeps her voice down and carefully touches his face, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know how he figured it out?” 

He looks at her with a brow raised, “really?” 

“What?” 

“From the moment he interrupted our conversation at the banquet I think he knew this was going to happen,” he can’t help but laugh, “we’re not subtle. And he’s a Hotchner, too.” 

She knew he wasn’t wrong. “And I kinda told him I thought you were really cute that day I brought his lunch in…” 

“Really?” He feels his heart beat faster, he felt childish getting butterflies but it also made him thankful that real love felt so free. 

She nods, “and he, being a Hotchner, translated that to ‘you want to take his virginity, don’t you?’ And I couldn’t say no,” she whispers, leaning in closer and kissing his cheek again. 

“Is there anything embarrassing he hasn’t told you about me yet?” He asks, disappointed that his reputation in her home was ‘the nerdy virgin who can't shoot his way out of a paper bag’ when he thought the world of her. 

“It’s a dream of mine,” she admits, “if I didn’t have to get ready to leave, like right now, I’d want to make it come true right here with you.” 

“My hands are tied here, angel,” he whispers, “we made a deal with your dad.” 

“He said boys are allowed in my room?” 

“And I respect him too much to lose my virginity in his daughter's room when I need to move my car out of his way and get to work by 9,” he’s assertive, letting her know where he stands and where he wants to stay in her dad's books. “He’s not just my boss, he’s the father of the woman I love the most in the entire world. I can’t fuck that up.” 

“I fucking love you,” she wraps her arms around him and holds him close, “never change.” 

“You made me this way, so in a way, I am changed since getting to know you,” he whispers against her hair and then kisses the side of her head.

—

The ride into Quantico was quiet. She had a second cup of coffee and a large bottle of water inside her purse, feeling like she was a zombie she was so hungover, but she needed to do this. 

She was dressed in a nice pantsuit, hair still nice from the night before and the same makeup just slightly touched up after sleeping in it. She probably looked the way she felt, but Spencer kept just saying she looked beautiful. 

They walk into the bullpen holding hands and slowly, but surely, all eyes are on them. 

She walks him to his desk with a smile, he’s in the same outfit from the night before and it looks suspicious, but she likes the looks they’re getting. People are starting to think, gears are turning, and theories are being made, but everything is confirmed when she kisses his cheek, “you have a good day at work, okay, baby?” 

He nods with a smile, “I have lunch at 11:45 if you want to have it with me?” 

“Sounds good,” she can’t help but smile as she looks into his big brown eyes, in heels she was the same height as him, she didn’t need to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him this time. 

He places a hand on her cheek and kisses her right on the lips, “I love you, good luck out there.” 

“Thank you,” she blushes, she didn’t think he’d say that so publicly, but it makes her proud. Proud to be his. “I love you too,” she gives him one more kiss and then she breaks away. 

If she didn’t leave now, she never would. She just gives him a wave and starts her walk back towards the glass doors, she looks back at him one last time with a smile, and then she’s gone. 

She smiles the whole way down the hallway to Penelope’s office, she goes to knock but it's wide open as she has her morning coffee with Derek. 

“Good morning,” she’s awfully cheerful now for a hungover woman. “You missed a show in the bullpen…” 

“What? Someone flirt with you in front of your dad?” Derek attempts to tease her. 

“I kissed an agent I’m in love with in front of everyone,” she recounts with a smirk. 

He laughs, “okay, and President Bush is coming in later too, right?” 

“Go ask anyone in there, Elles probably losing her mind right now…” 

“Poor Spence,” Penelope frowns, “I mean, I’m happy for you that you found someone, but I thought he had a little crush on you…” 

“Oh, he does… but he’s also in love with me, and I told everyone in there that I love him back.” 

Derek laughs until he realizes how serious she is and it tapers off, “… I’m sorry, what?” 

She nods with a cheeky smirk, “you walked in on Spencer slapping my ass after making out in the garden for 5 minutes, did you really think Spencer made a joke about you?” 

“I— but— I— no??” 

She laughs, “exactly.” 

“I gotta go,” he basically runs down the hallway, and she swears she hears him yell, “MY MAN!” From inside the bullpen. 

“I’m so happy for you,” Penelope wraps her up in a hug, “what else are you doing here, besides dropping off your boyfriend?” 

“I’m trying to find a summer job,” she explains as she pulls away, “I have a copy of my resume on a USB, do you think you could print off a few for me?” 

“No need,” she waves her off, “I need an assistant, Anderson just put a listing up for me, if you get to him quick he can take it down before anyone applies.” 

“Seriously?” 

Penny nods, “yeah, now that we have more members and the teams getting more funding, I need a few extra hands and you’re basically a genius too, why not?” 

She gets bashful at the compliment, “I wouldn’t say genius when Spence is just down the hall, but I think I can do it.” 

“I know you can.” 

And so she ran back to the bullpen and found Anderson, he took the job listing down and she made her way right up to HR to start her security clearance and get herself all settled for a job with the FBI. 

Working with Spencer was going to be interesting… working with her own father, however, that was going to be a piece of cake. At least she kept telling herself that to hopefully make it true. 

—

He doesn’t say much on the way home, as if he thinks that not talking means there isn’t a problem. 

He was having a problem with her working for them while also dating Spencer. 

“You know, HR was really okay with me and Spencer dating, cause I’m not an agent, I’m technically a temp, they can let me go at any time and I’m not here long anyway, which means that it’s not a conflict of interest if you were worrying about Strauss getting on your case.” 

“I wasn’t, but thank you for the explanation… I can tell you’ve been spending a lot of time with Spencer.

She nods, “yeah… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I wanted to make it work before you knew, I thought if I could get to love me then you couldn’t scare him away… and then I fell in love with him.” 

“I heard,” he doesn’t seem too happy for her. “I just wish it was you who told me, not Anderson.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

She sighs, “it’s okay, but I’d like you to know from here on out, that you can tell me anything.” 

“He wants to meet mom,” she wants to cry again as she says it. “He knows she’s gone, but he said he wants to still go to Virginia Beach to nan and pops so he can see the urn and tell her that even though she’s watching over me, he’s on her team. He said he’s never going to hurt me.” 

“Wow,” he seems choked up too. “I didn’t know you two were so serious?” 

She nods, “I didn’t expect it either, but he’s wonderful, dad. I know you see him as this know-it-all, ass-kissing dork that knows more than you and can be a bit annoying… but he’s also everything I’ve ever wanted in a man and then some. He makes me feel very safe, I know I’m loved, he makes me feel truly pretty and wanted, not just fawned over… he likes me for me.” 

“That’s all I could ever ask for,” he reaches out for her hand and gives it a good squeeze. 

She holds it the rest of the way home, letting him soak in the father-daughter time while he still could. She knew this was hard for him, it’s exactly why he called her moon-pie. His mom started it, she was too sad to be called it after her nanny passed away, so she hasn’t heard it in years, but it meant he was missing that time of her life. 

Back when she wanted to be held all the time, back when she fell asleep in his arms and needed him to kiss all of her boo-boos better. Even though he was getting a second child to go through all that with soon, he still missed that part of their life together. 

“Thanks for everything, dad,” she smiles. “I don’t think I ever said that for everything you’ve done and gone through for me… for us. Jack's really lucky that this is the place we're in when he enters the world, he’s going to be such a happy kid.” 

“I’m glad we’re talking like this again,” he lets himself show some emotion to her as a tear sneaks down his cheek. “I’ve missed my little girl.” 

“I’ve missed her too,” she admits. “I grew up too fast, to be honest, it’s why I snuck out last week.” 

“Were you serious about sleeping with Spencer in his car?” 

“Yes, but as in we fell asleep in the back after star gazing in Gideon's back yard,” she admits. “I haven’t slept with him yet… he’s still a virgin and he didn’t want his first time to be in his car and—

“And?” He’s invested. “You’re an adult, I need to accept it. I was having sex at 14, I can’t be so prudish with you after that.” 

She laughs, “well, I had sex in college with this guy who was really, really selfish…” 

“Oh… well fuck that guy,” he tries to react like a friend. “Did you tell Spencer that?” 

She nods, “yeah, and so now it’s his mission basically to make sure our first time together is something special.” 

“I can respect that,” he’s genuinely proud of them. “You’re still on the pill, right?” 

She nods, “and we’ll use condoms,” she assures him. But she doesn’t truly mean it. 

Not after the dirty talk, she had with Spencer on the phone… 

“If we don’t have a case this weekend, you should spend it with him,” he offers. “I know you don’t need my permission anymore, but, you don’t have to lie about where you’re going ever again. Have a good time while you’re still young.”  

He pulls onto their street then, it wouldn’t be long till she could go back to her room and get in bed and call Spencer. “Thank you, I’ll see if he wants to do something… I really appreciate you being so cool about this, I’m sure it’s not easy.” 

“You’re my best friend,” he admits, “I know it should be Haley, but you’ve been my little buddy since I first held you in the hospital. As your father, I want to protect you, as your best friend, however, I know Spencer’s the best person to care for you when I can't.” 

He arrives at their front gate then, he rolls his window down and types in the code so they can continue home. When they come to a stop he takes off his seat belt and turns to her, “I love you very much, Andy, and if Spencer loves you even half as much as I do, then I know you’re in good hands.” 

She takes her seatbelt off and pulls him into a hug, one that spoke louder than any words she could’ve offered him. 

—

The next night when they get off work they go right to dinner at her favourite spot in town, it was a little diner called Queens that offered the best food from all around the world. She had fun picking different meals together every time she went with her dad, and now Spencer got to experience it too. 

And on the way back to Spencer’s house, where she stayed for the whole weekend unless they had a case, they got some ice cream. He always paid, they ate in his car and talked about their days and then the festivities started. 

His lips are still cold from his frozen treat, blue from the flavouring, adding a carton feel to being cold, but she doesn’t stop him on his way down. It’s too hot already, and it’s only the beginning of July… his cold lips and freezing tongue are actually quite refreshing. 

Her teal dress shirt was discarded somewhere in his living room, her pants are by the bedroom door, and her bra is barely hanging off the end of the bed, leaving her in just her panties. 

He rests his hands on her knees as he spreads her legs apart, tracing down towards her aching core with the tips of his fingers, his touch like oxygen igniting her embers, sending a red flame roaring through her, she wanted so much more of him.

“Are we doing this?” She asks. 

He nods, “I’d like to, would you?” 

She sits back up and starts helping him unbutton his shirt, “I’d love nothing more than to be your first, Spencer.” 

“Would you mind if I took a few minutes to light some candles?” 

She shakes her head, brushing her hands down his bare chest on her way to his belt. “I don’t mind, this is your night, remember.” 

“Our night,” he corrects her, “I want it to be memorable for you too.” 

She smiles, gently looking up into his eyes, “I’m so glad we waited… seriously Spence, no matter what happens, this is going to be the best night of my life.”

He cups her face in his hands and kisses the tip of her nose, “get comfortable, I’ll just be a second.” 

She sits with her back against the headboard, hands over her boobs as she hides her exposed skin. She was only slightly nervous, he’s seen her naked a few times before but that was in the heat of the moment… this felt way more intimate as each candle was lit around his room. 

He reaches into his nightside drawer and takes out a condom, “I bought these just the other day, promise.” 

She laughs, easing the tension she was feeling, “you know, I was going to let you hit it raw, right?” 

His cock stands tall in his boxers, twitching at the words she just said. His face, however, is frozen in shock. She giggles and kneels on the edge of the bed, placing her hands on his bare chest so she could see if his heart was beating as fast as hers. He was warm and he smelled good, she relaxed as he wrapped his arms around her, “are you serious?” 

She nods, “I’ve been on the pill for over a year, I take it every morning at 11, I never miss it, there is no chance you’re going to knock me up.” 

His hands slip down her back and cup her ass, tugging her in closer to his chest so their skin is touching, “but are you sure?” 

She nods, “I gave my virginity to a guy who didn’t deserve it, not like you… I want to give you everything, all of me. I’m yours now, Spencer.” 

His bottom lip quivers, “I love you,” he whispers, trying not to cry and making her tear up too. 

She cups his face in her hands, “I love you, so much.” 

He kisses her, hard, on the lips, with more passion, love and lust than he’s ever possessed for her before. He lays her back against the bed as his kisses head south. She lifts her hips so he can slip her panties off and spread her legs apart. He has a better view this time, instead of the darkness of his backseat, she was illuminated by candlelight. 

He dropped to his knees on the floor, he was just tall enough to drag her hips to the edge of the bed and come face to face with her pussy. He licks his lips and wraps his arms around her thighs. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she teases him. She reaches forward and runs her fingers through his hair, pulling his face in closer once she gets a good grip on his roots. 

“Mm, maybe next time,” he mumbled, breath hot against her aching core as he got closer and closer. 

Her grip tightens when she feels his wet tongue on her, she always knew it would feel amazing but Spence blew every expectation out of the water. Ever since last week when his lips first met her clit and his tongue fucked her hole, she knew she was a changed woman.

Nothing was ever going to compare to the absolute euphoria of being brought to orgasm by Spencer Reid's exquisite mouth. 

She lets herself be loud, enthusiastically grinding against his face while he mins against her skin, “fuck, baby, oh my god…”

The sounds of him slurping and sucking on her skin with a pop, the sounds are so dirty it shouldn’t be as fucking hot as it is, she needs to see him more than anything. She pulls his face back by his hair, his mouth, nose and chin all glistening with her nectar. 

“What?” His lips are swollen and his eyes blown so wide you’d never know they were brown. They were so dark with lust that it excited her. 

“You’re so hot when you’re all messy like this,” she groans, combing his hair back out of his face and guiding him up towards her for a kiss. 

She tastes herself on him, moaning into his mouth in agreement that she did taste good. Without any words, she gets him onto the bed and lays on his back, the kissing only stops as he guides her up his body and has her sit on his face so he could really use all of himself to get her off. 

She was a bit embarrassed by how wet she was, but she didn’t care as soon as he started tongue fucking her again. The tip of his nose rubbing against her clit, his hands stretched her cheeks apart and guided her hip movements. He wanted to suffocate under her, happy to have "death by pussy" on his headstone. 

She was so close, that all too familiar feeling in her gut was too strong to hold back, more powerful than ever before, she cums with such force she can’t even make a sound. She grips the headboard for support and quakes over top of him, making the whole frame shake and smack the wall with a rhythmic knock. 

Spencer is a moaning mess under her, mumbling profanities and encouragement as she rode the feeling out on his face. She when was too fucked out to do anything more she lifted herself onto wobbly knees and backed up, sitting on his stomach gently instead, she noticed just how big of a mess she made. Down his neck, pooled by his shoulders and darkening the light green pillow, she realized she did more than just cum, she squirted over him and he was so proud of her for it. He runs his hands up and down her thighs, “fuck, angel…”

She reached over for some tissues and starts to clean him up a bit, “didn’t know you could do that?” 

“Me either,” she blushes, embarrassed to be called out for it. “I’ve never sat on anyone's face before that…”

“Challenge accepted,” he teases. “I’m going to do that every chance I get, now.”

She giggles, still floating in the post-orgasm bliss while her body twitched and settled back down. “And I’m here all weekend…”

She back up off him even further and rests at the foot of the bed, “you have more bedsheets right?” 

He nods, “and pillows… these are toast.”

She hides her face in embarrassment, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was the best thing to happen in his bed so far,” he sits up, cock aching to be freed in his boxers. Tented and soaked with a growing wet spot, she couldn’t wait to have him inside of her. 

She reaches into his underwear and pulls his cock out, stroking it a few times before he gasps and begs her to stop, “I need like 2 minutes to cool down so I don’t cum the second I get inside of you.” 

Her whole body lights up at the thought of that. Something about him being so helplessly horny for her, so bewitched by her feminine wiles that he finishes before they can even get started... She moans, it’s more like a purring than anything, “that would be so hot…”

He laughs, “you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He gets off the bed and pushes his boxers to the floor and walks toward the bathroom door. 

“I’m being serious.”

“Okay,” he still doesn’t believe her when he comes back with a towel to wrap around a pillow and place under her head at the foot of the bed. 

“I like knowing I can do that to you,” she whispers, spreading her legs as she lays back and waits for him to crawl between them again. 

“Why’s that?” He asks getting between her legs and resting his chest against hers. 

She wraps her legs around him and keeps him there, “cause you don’t just want me as a notch on your bedpost, you desire me in a way that makes you desperate for any part of me… can’t a girl enjoy being loved?” 

He pulls back enough to look between their bodies and line up with her entrance, “is that what this is? Making love?”

Tightening her grip on him she helps him push inside for the first time ever, she makes the most beautiful shocked gasp he’s ever heard, he’s the biggest she’s ever had, which wasn’t a long list. “Yes, Spencer, it is…”

He stays completely still, completely inside of her as he hovers there. He brushes her hair out of her face and cups her cheek, “thank you, for being my first.” 

She pulls him in for a kiss, otherwise, she’d cry and she really didn’t want to ruin it. He starts to move his hips as the kiss gets more intense, moaning into each other’s mouths while their tongues became reacquainted. 

His pubic bone kept grinding against her clit, adding more friction between them, bringing the inferno inside of her back to a blaze. He broke the kiss to suck on her neck, one hand playing with her boob as his kisses went south and his hips sped up. He flicks her nipple piercing with his tongue, groping her other breast with his free hand, she could feel him from every angle, he was everywhere. She felt like his, officially. 

“Oh, Spence,” she gasped, unable to breathe the closer she got, she tried to fight it long enough to cum with him, while he tried his hardest to wait for her. 

“Cum for me,” he whispers just below her ear, reaching between them to push her legs up so he could fuck into her with more force. “I know you can do it, come on, angel.”

She tosses her head back with a high-pitched moan, “please, please,” she chants, knowing she’s allowed to cum but wanting him to get her there faster. 

With a few fingers, he rubs her clit fast and hard, making her scream as she came again, tightening around him as her body twitched with pleasure. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he drops to her chest and wraps his arms around her, he ruts into her faster and faster and then stills with a shutter. 

It’s so warm inside of her, she wraps her arms and legs around him and for some reason, she starts to cry.

She had all of him now, just like he had all of her. 

He sniffles too as he kisses the side of her neck, “thank you.” 

She kisses his sweaty forehead and then rests her cheek against it, “thank you, baby.” 

He squeezed her a bit tighter, “I love you…”

“I love you too.” 

—

They walk into work on Monday happier than ever before, holding hands between them and carrying coffee cups in the other. They didn’t care that everyone was watching them, or that everyone was talking, it was nice to know that they could still impress people at the FBI, being as young and talented as they were. 

They head right into the bullpen, up the stairs and into the briefing room where they find the rest of the team. 

There’s a big blue banner that says congratulations, there are donuts in the middle of the table and they all cheer as soon as they walk in. Penelope has gotten each team member a confetti popper, they launch in their direction as soon as the team sees them enter the room. “Wooo!!!” 

“What the heck is this for?” Andy asks, confused as all hell. 

“Spencer lost his virginity!” Derek cheers, not caring that he just embarrassed Spencer beyond his wildest dreams. He drops her hand and rushes out of the room. 

“Hey!” Andy shouts at Derek, “that’s not cool, I will go to HR about this, I don’t give a fuck how long you’ve been working here, this is work place harassment and I won’t stand for it.” 

“I’m sorry—

“You should be. Spencer is different than you, we all are. Just because you had no problem being a whore as soon as you hit puberty doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with him or that he’s behind. And you don’t know ANYTHING about what he’s been through before me, so next time, keep it to yourself.” 

She takes a step towards the door and then turns back to them, "when you take all this down, we’ll be back. For. Work.”  

She rushes out of the room to find Spencer, she had no idea where he went, Anderson sees her panic as she looks around for him, so he points towards Gideons office. She hurries up the stairs and towards his slightly open office door only to hear the worst thing imaginable. 

“I thought I told you not to date her?” 

“We’re not dating,” he tells Gideon. “We’re just sleeping together.” 

Her heart shatters to the floor in a million little pieces.

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[angiestown]

now that the final acnh update has been out long enough for all the novelty to wear off, it’s time once again for me to list a bunch of hopes/wishes for future games (long post under cut)

everything should either be orderable or craftable. tired of furniture I don’t care about taking up space just because I might want it someday. at worst it should just require rare materials or cost a lot

tools don’t break anymore, but you can only buy plain tools. you can get DIYs for different themed tools like how acnh had a billion different wands you could make. all the recipes would be (plain tool)+(1 x crafting material). all gold tools have special properties again

rework wands so they don’t remove clothing from your closet and you can use the same clothing item in more than one wand outfit. you should be able to save hair, eye and skin customizations to wand outfits as well. only limitation is they should give you a warning if you’re about to take a clothing item out of your closet that’s part of a wand outfit. something like “if you take this item out, it’ll disappear from your saved wand outfits. do you want to do this anyway?” (yes) (nevermind). if you try to do something in a wand outfit that you can’t do, like enter the dressing room, the warning should give you the option right there to take it off instead of making you equip the wand, remove it and try again

bring back 4+ shop upgrades. final upgrade has a DIY section that sells standard DIY supplies (since gathering supplies is more annoying late game + you’ll have more money to spend) and a random daily selection of DIYs to help you get those last few you’re missing. always has one current seasonal DIY in stock

custom bulk purchases instead of only being able to buy 1 or 5 at a time. let us make a selection between 1 and however many we can afford

access crafting materials in your storage when crafting

go back to the old catalogue order limit which was 10 items twice a day (since the mail got delivered at 9am and 5pm) or no catalogue limits at all. 5 item daily limit ranks among my biggest gripes with NH

any new years furniture that has the year on it should have each number customizable so you can reuse it for future years. make a whole new years furniture set

first day of each zodiac is always a meteor shower (unless it’s on the same day as a holiday with fixed weather, then it gets postponed to the next regular day)

I like that nook’s cranny and resident services put out seasonal decorations, keep doing that

all buildings should have some level of customization after fully upgraded, even if it’s just being able to change the colours

have the option for more visitors to set up shop in town, but also have the option to kick them out and become random visitors again. sometimes it’s nice to have more buildings to work with, but sometimes they clash with your town’s theme. the selection of stuff they sell as random visitors is the same as if they set up shop, you just won’t see them every day

if Isabelle keeps doing announcements, have her acknowledge special NPC birthdays and mention if there are new seasonal items for sale on nook shopping. alternatively have her come out to celebrate minor holidays like in NL and have special NPC birthdays acknowledged in some other way (maybe villagers bring it up)

Harriet sells earrings and deluxe wigs (think the kind they have in pocket camp), as well as giving you unnatural hair, skin and eye colours. maybe you can apply patterns to your hair as well to give yourself multiple colours??? like how people use patterns in NH to give themselves eyebrows and freckles

Celeste comes out to celebrate predictable astrological events like blood moons and solar eclipses and teaches you a bit about them

shopping cart at able sisters

some way to indicate whether an item for sale in a shop is already in your catalogue

give! me! wall! mounted! mirrors! give! me! more! sinks!

hang wall mounted items on cliff sides

bridges between cliffs

gift shop in the airport/train station/whatever that sells your town’s native fruit and flower seeds as well as DIYs that use your native fruit and flowers so visitors can buy them (ofc there would be other ways to get them, this way would just be faster)

NL had that locker in the train station that let visitors access their storage while visiting other towns. why did they get rid of that

bring back crystals from NL, those would’ve been great for the DIY system

don’t have a max cap on how many weeds can grow !! you made them so pretty then limited us to only 149 medium and large weeds because we’re supposed to hate them. beautiful town ordinance can have limited weed growth, but otherwise they should just take over if unattended to

if they’re gonna do free updates again, I want all the big features to already be in the base game. free updates should be things like new furniture and clothing being added. I liked that the holidays got added in updates so they didn’t all get spoiled right away, but other than that it should just be new items. I like what splatoon3 is doing, where every 3 months for two years they’re going to add new stuff. AC should take note and do like a “winter 20XX collection” type thing for updates. also silently add extra dialogue to all the villagers each update to keep them fresh

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Andy Cavenaugh

(My shitty gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Living in the middle of the desert was an interesting experience. You’d lived in the same home since you were born and yet there were still occupants of your town that you’d never seen or met; even though there was only a meager population of under 50.

- It was the sheer size of your state that did it. Everyone lived miles away from each other and any shop that was considered to be “nearby” was still at least a thirty minute drive so you only ever went into town a couple times a month. Which is how you met Andy.

- You’d driven into town with a list of supplies you’d needed and a wallet full of that months savings, ready to get your stuff and go as quickly as you could; hoping to get home before the sun rose all the way and baked you alive.

- Coincidentally, Andy was in town at the same time, loitering around the store you were attempting to shop at. You paid him no mind and went about your business until you were ready to check out.

- Once the shopkeep had rung you up, you found that you didn’t have enough money for all the things on your list and reluctantly told the man to keep something as he helped you pack up what you could afford.

- Andy watched the entire interaction from somewhere behind you as he pocketed whatever he felt like. Once you headed towards the doors of the building, he picked some cheap thing off the shelf and went to the checkout, watching you as you packed up your car.

- While the store clerk was preoccupied with the cash register, the boy snuck whatever you’d left behind into his jacket and waited another few moments for the man to hand him his actual purchase before he made his way outside.

- You were just about to get into your car when he came up to you, greeting you casually before he held out his hand and offered you the thing that you’d left behind. You looked at him in surprise before you thanked him and took it, shifting it to your other hand so that you could offer him yours in a handshake.

- The two of you introduced yourselves and he asked if you’d be interested in going out sometime. Since all you knew about him was that he was attractive and sweet enough to “buy” you the thing you couldn’t afford, you agreed and wrote down your number for him, telling him that it was nice meeting him and saying goodbye before you drove off. 

- He calls you a couple days later while out with his friends, a little liquid courage in his system and a bit of peer pressure from his buddies leading to his wonderful decision making. 

- You’re clueless and he thinks his friends will stick to their word of “heading out before you show”, which obviously doesn’t happen. You arrive and they’re still there, almost immediately inviting themselves to what was supposed to be your first date and making the night rather uncomfortable at times. 

- You can tell that your date is just as uncomfortable as you, but that doesn’t exactly make things any better. By the time the night ends, you’ve already decided that you’re probably just gonna count your losses and find a potential boyfriend elsewhere. 

- But fate seems to be on Andy’s side because the two of you find yourselves face to face a few days later. He gives you an apology, explaining everything before telling you that he’d like to see you again.

- It takes you a minute to decide but you finally agree and tell him that you’ll give it another shot, bringing up your own idea for a date in hopes that you won’t be bothered by his buddies again. He gives you a wide smile, asking when he should pick you up and thanking you genuinely just before he leaves.

- So, for your second date; though you like to consider it your first, the two of you go to whichever place you chose and wind up having a really nice time. He seems to be on his best behavior but his real personality shines through as well; and it’s one that you really enjoy.

- You probably give him a kiss on the cheek as a goodnight but the two of you share your first real kiss on your next date. You’d spent pretty much the entire night together and wound up parking off on the side of the road to stargaze for a while. 

- You were leaning against the hood of his car with him, looking up at the sky before your gaze shifted to the man beside you. He was preoccupied with watching the stars, leaving you to let your mind wander. 

“I’m glad we gave this another shot.” You said and watched as his focus shifted to you instead. 

- He gave you a smile and told you that he was too before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. 

- Congratulations, you caught yourself a firebird in the middle of the desert.

- Andy really doesn’t give a shit about how other people feel like 80% of the time, and he’s just a fan of affection in general, so there’s going to be a lot of Pda in your relationship; if you’ll allow it.

- Handholding. He likes keeping you close to him and making sure that you aren’t getting into any dangerous trouble; especially if you’re around his friends. Although he does wear his gloves a lot so; even though he gives you the occasional reassuring squeeze or strokes his thumb across your knuckles, you’ll most likely be feeling leather more than his skin.

- If someone’s kissing a face, it’s you. His lips are for your lips only, he doesn’t bother touching them to anything else; though he does enjoy when you kiss him on the cheek or jaw.

- Deep, slow kisses.

- He calls you honey or baby more than he calls you by your name. And as tough as he likes to pretend he is, he’d love to have you call him by pet names too.

- Cuddling is one of his favorite pastimes; he absolutely loves it. Most of the time, he’ll pull you in, pressing his cheek/jaw to your head and letting you lay right up against him, your head resting against his shoulder or in the crook of his neck.

- A lot of the time, he prefers to be loving in a more reserved way. He tends to show that he cares through his actions and by doing little things to make your life easier. Things like waking up early to put gas in your car or picking up things that you need from the store whenever he’s in town so that you don’t have to go.

- Sometimes, he’ll set up a sentence like he’s about to say something really sweet or you’ll ask him something expecting a cute response and he’ll just say something crude or lewd instead.

“How do I look.” He turns and looks at you, a smile gracing his face.

“Your tits look great.” He replies, barely holding in his laughter.

- He indulges you more than he cares to admit. He might occasionally act like he’s too cool but he’s too in love with you to say no and potentially make you sad.

- Tv dates. There ain’t shit else to do.

- Cruising around in his firebird; and sometimes parking somewhere to makeout.

- Going on road trips or long outings. There isn’t a whole lot to do in your town so you’ll occasionally take the long ride over to the next town in hopes of finding something fun.

- He’ll never tell you that he does but he always dodges potholes and bumpy areas during these trips so that he doesn’t wake you up while he’s driving.

- Driving out to the middle of the desert with a bundle of blankets to watch the sunrise; or stopping on the side of the road during one of your trips.

- Sitting with him while he works on his car.

- Going out into the desert to shoot or smash random junk. Vases, porcelain, tin cans; stuff like that.

- Playing pinball and other convenience store arcade games.

- Every now and again, he’ll get some money from his pops and take you out to a nice dinner; especially if it’s after the two of you are pushed into doing something you dont like and he can see that you’re upset. It’s usually because of Sam but he still feels the need to try and make it up to you and make sure that you aren’t gonna ghost him.

“Hey, why don’t we go and get some dinner,” he’ll say, a hint of nervous desperation in his voice as you walk out to his car. “You can get whatever you want. Dessert too.”

- It isn’t clear exactly how rich Andy actually is but it seems like he’s sort of embarrassed to have wealth in such a poor town. Because of this, I feel like he probably wouldn’t mention it and would try to dodge questions that would lead to him exposing the truth, maybe acting like he’s less wealthy than he is until Sam “outs” him and causes an awkward situation.

- Him stealing things for you. You’d much prefer if he just bought them but at least he doesn’t tell you whether or not he’s stolen it most of the time.

- Likes to fool around a lot; he’s rarely ever fully serious and he’s always trying to make you laugh.

- Can quote just about any western film you can name and does impressions of all the characters. He grew up on those sorts of things so he’s practically an expert by now.

- He likes messing with your stuff: putting on your clothes, using your mirror for random stuff, picking things up off your dresser and toying around with them, etc.

- My god, the change of character he has when he’s with his friends and you, compared to when he’s with his parents gives you whiplash. It’s hilarious seeing him lie and act like an angel during family dinners.

- His dad probably lectures him about manners whenever you’re with them: things like putting his elbows on the table, saying grace, how he treats you, etc. Its pretty amusing to see.

- He seems like a good guy who got mixed in with the wrong people. Sure, he enjoys a little chaos and trouble making like the rest of them but he doesn't like hurting people and you can tell from the way he acts afterward that he isn't proud; especially when you give him a look in the middle of the situation and sober him up.

- You’re dragged along with him and the boys a lot; or he’s forced to ditch you to hang out with them whenever Sam calls.

- Sam flirting with you. You know damn well that he’d make you compliment him or get you to agree with his praise of himself; and Andy would be miffed but unable to do anything besides listen to him while his knuckles whiten on his steering wheel.

- There aren’t a lot of people in your town for him to get jealous of but whenever there is, he does. Most of the time, it’s Sam or some flirtatious traveler but other times it’s your celebrity crushes or old boyfriends. He usually just bites his tongue or makes some kind of sarcastic, passive aggressive comment; it depends on who it is and how you’re reacting to them.

- He’s always looking over at you and making sure you’re alright whenever he can; especially when you’re out with his friends. He knows that getting into the trouble that they do can be dangerous and he doesn’t want anything happening to you just because Sam doesn’t know when to stop.

- The two of you get into a lot of arguments but they’re rarely ever serious. You mostly just bicker before the two of you give up and decide that it’s a pointless fight.

- Whenever you do have an argument, one that he causes and upsets you with, he always feels guilty and finds himself unable to stay mad at you. He might not verbally apologize but he will try to make it up to you in some way and tell you that he’s sorry.

- He’s not big on saying he loves you but he does say it on occasion; and definitely shows it more than he says it.

- The two of you probably get engaged on a whim a bit too early into your relationship but he’s promising to take you out of that desert city and along with him to Hollywood so the ring is a nice symbol of that oath. 

[cherriesradio]

Valentines Day with Class 1-A

Monday

(Very long post, pure, tooth root, fluff)

(Divided by main groups)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, very much unedited

Dekusquad

Deku

He gently wakes you up by kissing your cheek and shaking you a bit, giggling.

“Wake up sleepyhead. I already made breakfast, your favorite.” He says, with a gentle smile as you turn over and get up for the day.

He takes you to the park. A place you two would take walks at almost every day, whenever Deku had free time from being the number one hero.

He picks flowers off the ground, pulling gently on your shirt to get your attention. When you turn around to him he puts the colorful flowers into your hair, giggling when you pull some out and put them in his.

Then the local boba shop, the one you two would save up for and get boba every week back in high school.

He laughed when you said you two should both get strawberry ones, “because, ya know, Valentines, pink, pink and valentine????”

You would share silly memories of whenever you two would invite others to go. Like when you invited the whole Bakusquad and Bakugo almost set the whole place on fire.

He would end the day by going to the very roof top he learned All Might’s secret. He knew the view wasn’t great, and that you didn’t have much sentimental value to it even though you knew, but it was similar to you.

How it was a part of changing his life for the better, how every time he walked by it he got a little bit happier, how it reminded him of a time he was weak and how much he has improved. It made him feel powerful and like he could do anything some how, and so did you.

He leans over while holding your hand and kisses you softly, a small satisfyed “hmp” coming form your throat

Asui Tsuyu

You woke her up. You wanted to make her breakfast, but also knew how much she loved making breakfast along with you.

Once you dragged her out of bed, she woke right up by you splashing down freezing water in her face. You quickly planted millions of kisses on her face, “to warm you back up! All the cold blood, and all!”

She much preferred to stay at home, but wanted to go out some place fancy for the special day.

About two days ago she reserved a spot at a restaurant that had a frog pond and a fountain, that was outside yet felt warm apart from the cold night air.

For most of the day you stayed inside, cuddling and watching movies. Most were romace comdeys that probably no ones else knew existed.

You two face times the rest of the Dekusquad, since everyone was in differing parts of Japan.

Luckily Deku and Ochako lived pretty close by, so you two figured it would be fun to go to the restaurant with them. A double date, which you had loved since the first one back in your UA days.

You two, begrudgingly, changed out of your pj’s and changed into fancy-jet, more appointments clothing.

It made you so happy seeing the large grin on her face and glow in her eyes as she saw you in your dress/ suit/ whatever fancy wear.

You two hopped out of the car, deciding to park a little far since you two hadn’t been out of the house all day, therefore didn’t get any exercise. So, why not get a few calories off from the whole pack of oreos you ate while watching Mean Girls?

Then when you are finally there, at your seats, waited for Deku and Ochako. Saying inside jokes, poking each other’s sides and holding in giggles among with the many other couples.

When they finally arrived, five minutes late because Deku had to remind his agency that he was having the day off, ordered.

You and a great time, sharing laughs and how your life’s have been lately.

When you got home around 10 o’clock, you slept the rest of the night trying to sleep.

But as normal, you made werid noises to make the otehr giggle, keeping them up, both of you being asleep by two in the morning after giving up and looking at YouTube for a hour before falling asleep.

Ochako

You had decided to spend Valentines with her parents. You hadn’t seen each other in a while and found that it would be nice, especially because of how much Ochako values family.

They are so kind when you two walk in the door with the biggest grins and with a warm, comforting arua seemingly circulating you.

They offer food and little gifts but you deny all of them, knowing they can barely afford giving gifts with how their company is still small.

You two use your hero money and go out and buy them furniture, and clothes, and food, and everything they could ever need for months.

They are so grateful and can’t believe their little Ochako grew up to be as amazing as she is, with a loving, responsible lover by her side at all times.

That night when you get back home, you share stories you and surely already told about your childhoods and how much you love your family’s, biological or not.

Iida

He wakes you up accidentally, he was doing all the paper work he had for the day in the morning so he could spend the majority of the day with you.

The speedy scratch of the pencil on his paper woke you up, whispering in a low morning voice “Tenya, dear? Your already awake?”

He turned in his office chair, a small smile on his face seeing your droopy eye lids and messy hair.

“Yes, love. I wanted to do all the work I had so I can spend time with you. Like how I did all my school work before you came to my dorm back in UA.” He smiled, you smiling right back.

“Alright, I’ll go make breakfast. Oatmeal or pancakes?” “Eh, it’s Valentine’s. Let’s go with pancakes for once.”

He put his head on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, you flipping the pancakes messily, most landing folded in half.

When both of you were ready and had gotten out of your sleepy states, you went to walk around the city.

You brought your wallets. You visited a indoor petting zoo first. All the goats were weirdly fluffy and soft, and you brushed at the sheep’s fur in awe. He told you tons of facts that you wouldn’t ever normally learn, like how sheep actually need to have their wool taken off or else their overheat.

Then you went a few more blocks down and found a nice smaller library, with a cottage core aesthetic.

You walked in, quickly grated by the friendly old lady at the check out, and waved.

You two spent hours sitting, researching random things you never knew you needed to know.

You would occasionally tap the otehr shoulder to show them a good piece of writing, or something interesting.

After a few hours you went back how with him carrying you, both of you tired from walking all day.

You went home and spent the rest of the night watching documentaries, some that were funny and dumb but some that were smart and made you want to watch it again and again.

You went to bed, both facing each otehr with your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your chest.

Todoroki

Both of you accidentally wake up. He was being the big spoon, and in his sleep he accidentally used his quirk (due to his usual nightmares) and made you just a tab (WAY) to hot. You shrieked and woke him up.

You two giggled, finding that the other was awake. He quickly used his quirk and made the hot spot feel colder, but not to cold. And you told him that everything will be alright, that his nightmares aren’t real anymore. They will never be again.

You jokingly said you should do the thing where you cook on his left side like you did most mornings in UA, and he seriously said “sure”

Of course they tasted horrible because of his sweat and you two had to have an emergency trip to the grocery and got chocolate chip muffins

And of course got distracted and got a ton of other sweets as well

You spent pretty much the whole day in, goofing around, having hour long calls with friends, watching movies, cuddling, anything else you would do on a rainy Valentines Day

And of course, you had to go on Amazon and buy way to much with endeavors credit card that you went on a adventure to steal a few weeks ago and having been saving for a special occasion

As you were in the middle of a puzzle together, the rain calmed down a bit

“Hey, hey, love?” He gently grabbed your wrist in the middle of moving a corner piece

“Yes, darling?” You said, slightly surprised

“Can you and I go out for a second? I wanna try something.” You could resist and said yes, the glow in his eyes was to much to not say yes.

He grabbed an umbrella form the garage and pulled you under as you walked out, softly smiling as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

He brought you to the end of your driveway, righ next to the small garden you two had planted mostly out of boredom 

He pulled you close and gently kissed your lips, softly. He let it last longer then his normal mere seconds long pecks, allowing it to last for what was probably half a minute, and pulled away

“Is that all we came out here for?” You titled your head to the side, cocking an eyebrow

“Yes.” He brightly smiled. “I read somewhere that kissing someone in the rain is romantic. And if it’s at night, or as it is right now late afternoon, it’s extra romantic.”

You giggle at his attempt of romance, which did work. How he got to doing it was odd, but that was how he found out about most romantic things.

Bakusquad

Bakugo

He definitely woke you up. He was ecstatic about the day, having big plans (*insert Kenny face*)

“SUKI WHAT THE HELL ITS FIVE IN THE MORNING WHY DO I NEED TO GET UP” “JUST GET UP I HAVE BIG PLANS OKAY GET UP OR ILL DRAG YOU” “JESUS”

He did drags you out, sadly (he drags real hard)

He then throws you on the couch while putting one of your favorite movies, and goes to make bacon eggs and pancakes

You eat, sitting inbetween his legs leaning onto him and watch the movie, maybe a few more until most normal people would be up

He occasionally title your head back so he can kiss your forehead, hair kisses feel werid on his lips

He gets the whole Bakusquad together, surprising everyone but they good

They all come to your house and Bakugo’s all “okay now we’re gonna go to the mall let’s go”

And he buys you literally everything

You can glance at it with the tinyest bit if interest and he’ll buy it

Then you all go for frozen yogurt and it’s good but you get a Brian freeze

And as probably the only in character thing he did all day, he made fun of you for it

Everyone goes home, thanking you two for the good Valentine’s Day

You two go to UA, right in front of the closed building (it’s a weekend, only the employees would be there)

You two remember how you first meet here, how you bumped into him while talking to a friend, and he was ready to yell at you, but he was to star struck by how beautiful you were to say a word.

He blushed

He asks you to turn around

You think it’s just something he secretly bought you back at the mall while you weren’t looking

It wasn’t

“Y/n, you can turn around now.”

You turn around back to him, and at first see how the sunset is perfectly on him, making him look better then ever

Then you notice his pose, his sweet yet needy expression, his hands… what he’s holding

“Will… will you marry me?”

You cover your mouth, quickly collapsing into a tight hug around his shoulders, kissing his cheek

“Yes, stupid! Of course, Jesus, I’ll gonna beat you up as soon as we get home! I love you so much!”

He laughs at how your words don’t match whatsoever

He kisses you passionately, glad that he asked Kirishima to secretly take a video ;)

Kirishima

He was so excited. He tried so hard not to wake you up, but the light sizzling woke you.

You woke up and walked into your kitchen. There stood Bakugo and Kirishima, Bakugo teaching Kirishima how to cook something. Bacon, maybe?

“No, shitty hair, you gotta flip it when the sizzlings a “ssss”, not a “zzzzzz” Bakugo stupidly said

“Kiri? Bakugo?” You said, rubbing your tried eyes, still in one of the large collection of stolen shirts, looking like a huge mess

“Hey dumba-“ “Mornin’, Pebble!”

Kirishima made Bakugo help him make you breakfast, like before, eggs bacon and pancakes. He added a large amount of butter to grease the pan, so they were extra good.

You smiled and waxed to Bakugo as he walked out, just barely seeing him have a small smile at how happy Kirishima and you, two of his best friends, were together

After breakfast you had one of your normal “concerts” where you scream-sing to recent songs you’ve taken a liking to, recently being more trendy songs like “driver’s license” “snowman” and some more odd ones like “Hadal Ahbek” and “good at loving you”

You then go to every dog cafe and cat cafe you can run/walk to, each of you loving the bright and happy look on the others face seeing all the cute animals

You run alariund town, seeing and talking to other couples who honestly kinda envy how helathy and great your relationship is

At late noon you two went back to your apartment

You took a shower together cause you were both sweaty and smelly from running so much and the dog smell wore off on you

He loves when you help wash his hair, wcshing it from the front and kissing his forehead every once and a while

You two get out and change, wearing a shark and dog onsie because your amazing people

You have the dinners night you could ever have

Having adventure time aka the show that you and rewtcahed a thousand time playing softly in the background, tickling each other, giggling at weither or not the neighbors could hear, prank calling the Bakusquad, trying to make a good looking cake, failing bust at least it tasted good?

Overall the best night in you could have after a dog and running filled day

Mina

She wakes you up, a happy grin on her face because she knows you planned something; because you always talk about how you want to pay her back for being so good to you

She’s clearly excited and you grin, some how bigger than her, happy to see her so excited already

You lift yourself from bed, quickly covering her face in kisses before getting up and ordering Uber eats for breakfast

You took her to her favorite shop, a small known one right on the corner of a safe street, only having a villain go through every couple of months, if at all

It was a nice shop, being something that. Colorful animal prints, pro hero merch, etc…

It somehow even played her favorite songs, which isn’t as surprising as it should be because she usually listened to normal, trendy songs

You two bought what felt like the whole store, then went back home to have a good old fashioned at home fashion show

You giggle and laugh, at some point falling on the floor because of how she tried to make you laugh.

You stayed inside and goofed around for the rest of the day, which honestly wasn’t to long.

Around eight you gently tugged in her wrist. “Yeah honeybun? What’s up?” She said, still having a large smile plastered on her face

“Come outside with me for a second, okay? And let me cover your eyes!” You grin, her quickly nodding a yes.

You walk outside of the house, stopping right in front of the fence lining your yard.

You take your hands off her eyes, smiling at her loud gasp.

All of class 1-A, together, for the first time since you graduated. Of course there had been many times you tried to get everyone together again. But with how almost all of the class was in the top 50 hero’s, having Todorki Bakugo and Deku being the top three, Mineta being the only one not in the top 100, it was difficult.

“Y/n! I can’t believe you! This is amazing!”

She turns and hugs you, quickly going back and running towards the others, giving them all giant hugs and chanting how much she missed having them all together.

The class played board and video games, tackled each other, and drew faces on whoever fell asleep for the rest of the night.

They all slept at yours, it was a lucky barrels everyone could fit.

Before you two, the last ones awake, went to bed she turned you to her and kissed you.

“Thank you. This is better then I could’ve imagined. I love you so much, and I’m so glad Im going to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Denki

You both woke on your own pretty much at the same time, Deki accidentally hitting you with his forearm when he moved to sit up.

You laugh, making him make breakaways for punishment. He, knowing you were still in bed and would probably prefer it over his crappy cooking, went out and got donuts

You did like it more then his *unexperienced* cooking

You were still pretty sleepy during and after breakfast, so he gave you the usually little shook to wake you up.

He goes to work because he was unlucky enough to be stuck on duty on VALENTINES DAY

but, he still wanted fro show you how much he loved you even when he was gone, so the night before you left tons of silly love notes around the house.

As you cleaned the house because it had been drover since your last off day to, you found notes around the house

Stupid stuff like “Love, you make my knees weak arms spaghetti” and “Do you believe in love at first sight? If not I need to walk by you again”

It made you laugh and blush, then continue to your normal cleaning

Once he got home, he looked tired and annoyed

“Babe you wouldn’t believe how sucky the boss was today-“ He started, ready for one of his normal rants. You pull his face down, kissing his forehead.

You hugged him tightly, running your hands through his hair. “I’m sorry. ‘Bout this, I missed you all day. Those notes were funny, and sweet. Thank you.”

He instantly melted to you, burying his head in your neck and mumbling a quick “it’s okay, I really like it…”

His breath was hot on your skin, and… oh god he fell asleep

You carried him to the couch, took his shoes off, blanket… the shebang

You made dinner quickly, not wanting to wake him or make him anywhere he could get annoyed again

Once all of dinner was ready and just needed to cool a bit, you tapped his shoulder to wake him up. He’s such a light sleeper.

“Huh? Sparky? What… where am I? Wasn’t I… wasn’t I being all, ya know, in love with you?” He said, face squished up on a throw pillow.

You chuckle. “Yeah, you fell asleep so I put you on the couch. Dinners cooling off, so yeah.”

He smiled up at you and got up, full of energy from the good nap. He sprung up and kissed your cheek as he walk-ran to the counter, wanting to find what you made

“My favorite!” He cheered with a large smile. “You remember everything! You most love me so much.”

“I do. And you love me lots as well.” You said, sitting on the counter.

You ate dinner like that, you sitting on the counter and him standing, probably talking to you even with a mouth full.

You two decided to go out by night, since you spent the whole day at home or work.

You go to bar but everyone is extremely drunk, so figure it’s best not to

You then go to a all-times Walmart, deciding tonight was a time to be crackheads

They take some carts and ride around the parking lot, inviting Kirishima and Sero to come be weirdos

They come in like 2 seconds

“YOOOOO CARTS” “CARTS MAN”

That’s my Ted Talk

Sero

He wakes you up by hanging off the ceiling, and tapping your back

“Huh? Oh, spidey.” You laugh, hopping off the bed as he sways on his tape.

“Was that a good aka up call, sweetheart?” He said s with a cheeky grin

“Yes, stupid.” You ruffle up his hair and go to brush your teeth, now used to not eating breakfast because neither does Sero

( worry he didn’t make you stop, you just got out of the habit stemming from him)

He kissed your cheek as he went off to water your small flower garden handing on the apartment balcony.

Once he came back, you two watched a few romance comedies and tried to find out what in the world you neared to do that day.

“Maybe… oh, we havnt gonna roller shaking in a while?” (I headcanon that Sero likes roller skating lol)

“That’s sound great. Maybe invite the gang? Or would you rather it just be us?” You tutored your head, away from the characters you didn’t really care for because neither of them were that good. At least the bad people go together.

“No, going with the gang sounds great! I’ll go call them and see if they’re free!” He said, climbing out of the nest you had made around you two.

When you got there most of the group was already there, everyone else coming only minutes after you.

You have a great time exhausting yourselves, Sero pulling you around with his tape, you using your quirk to go faster, and generally goofing around.

Once you get back to your shared apartment, your both tired out and ready to cuddle while on the edge of sleep, watching random shows on Netflix.

And you did just that, Sero just barely staying awake enough to turn the tv off right before he fell asleep.

Extra’s (aka ones that a simp for that are rarer)

Aoyama

He ADORES valentine day

He goes all out, the most cliche thing you could imagine

Chocolate, overly expensive roses, cards, the whole shebang

Ojiro

It’s not the biggest thing for him

Like, he loves you everyday and wants to express that everyday, why reserve one day for doing it but being extra with it?

Kinda just takes the day off and does the normal, but the whole day sorta thing

Like, take a walk, cooking together, cuddle a bit, normal stuff

Kouda

He tries his best

He thinks that the classic “be publicly affect, give lots of gifts” kinda thing

But he doesn’t like (aka has a burning hate) for pda

They say it’s fine that he doenst want to go out, and that they can stay in all day

Fin.





[freddie-weaselbee]

E3: The One with the Wedding//F.W.

Series Summary: FRIENDS but with Harry Potter characters after Hogwarts graduation, trying to figure out their lives and relationships. Non Voldy AU. 

Pairing(s): Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader, Ron x Lavender, Romione

Warnings: Language, mentions of food, drinking (legal), mentions of sex, nudity

Summary: As Hermione hustles to interrupt Ron and Lavender’s wedding in New York City, Fred and Y/N have a heart to heart which quickly turns into something much more. 

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: This may or may not be 9 days late (my b) but it’s the 5th and final fic in Abby’s Week of Weasley !! The FRIENDS series will continue!

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-Episode 1-  -Episode 2-

~Abby’s Week of Weasley Masterlist~  ~Masterlist~

May 2004

Previously on FRIENDS

“Hey Luna?” Hermione called from her bedroom. She and her friend had spent the day discussing her feelings for Ron and trying their best to help her get over him. Apparently recounting the horrors of their relationship was not helping in the slightest. 

“Yeah,” Luna called back from the kitchen. 

“Do you remember where the pygmy puff food is?” Her muffled voice sounded rushed and anxious, even more so than Hermione usually was. 

“Yeah, it’s under the front counter of Fred and George’s shop. Why?”

Luna turned her head to see Hermione come flying into the room dragging a packed suitcase behind her. “Because I’m going to New York.”

The pregnant girl nearly had a heart attack at Hermione’s declaration. “What? What do you mean you’re going to New York?”

Hermione grabbed a few more essentials from around the apartment, rushing in order to catch the next flight. “Yeah, I have to tell Ronald that I love him. Now Luna, you take care, you don’t have those babies until I get back.”

“I--but what about all of the finding his flaws and burning his picture rituals we’ve been doing?” Luna asked, straining to stand up and chase after her friend. 

Hermione easily moved past the slow-moving girl, zipping up her bag and heading to the door. “Yeah, that didn’t work. I know he loves Lavender but I have to tell him how I feel! He deserves to have all of the information and then he can make an informed decision.”

Phoebe shook her head and continued to hobble around the room. “No, Hermione, it’s too late, you missed your chance! I’m sorry, I know this must be really hard, it’s over.”

The other girl paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “Y’know what? No. It’s not over until someone says ‘I do.’” And with that she took off out of the apartment and to the streets of Diagon Alley, on her way to another country to declare her love for Ron Weasley. 

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“Would you look at this place,” George sighed in awe, staring around at the beautifully decorated dinner hall. There were chandeliers hanging everywhere and everyone was dressed in clothes that looked like they cost more than everything the Weasleys owned combined. Fred and George twisted uncomfortably in their mediocre suits. Sure, they were successful businessmen with some money to spare, but they could never compete with this. 

“Holy shit,” you said, coming up behind the twins. They turned around, startled to see you suddenly appear. Fred took a second to look you up and down, mouth hanging slightly open in surprise. 

“Holy shit is right, Y/N,” he said. “You look bloody amazing!” You glanced down at your outfit, a slim fitting long dress that hugged your form perfectly. You smiled and did a little twirl for the boys who whooped and whistled at you. 

“While I appreciate the compliment,” you said, “I was talking about the hall. How rich is Lavender’s family anyway?”

Fred shrugged. “Apparently loaded. I mean, it’s not like our family could ever compete with this. How Ron was able to pull someone this high up is a mystery to me.”

He and George picked at their clothes self consciously, trying to straighten their ties and smooth out their suits. 

“Oh come now,” you said, “you two are perfectly successful. Who cares if the Browns could afford to buy all of London if they wanted to? Let’s just enjoy the night and eat all of the expensive food they bought!”

“Y/N, you’re my dream girl,” Fred said, putting his arm around your waist. “If you ever want to marry a Weasley, I’d be happy to oblige.”

“I appreciate the offer, Weasley, but I do think George and I would be a couple to be reckoned with.”

“Ha! Suck it Fred, I get Y/N and you’re stuck alone,” George said, kissing your cheek and stealing you away from his brother. 

Fred was about to reply when a loud voice echoed through the room and everyone turned to see a short red haired woman come hurtling through the door. 

“Mum!” cried Ron from across the room. He grabbed Lavender’s hand and they made their way over where you and the twins were standing, now accompanied by the latest arrivals, Molly and Arthur Weasley. 

“Sweetheart!” Molly squealed, pulling him into a tight hug. “Oh sorry we’re late, Muggle transportation is such a hassle, especially in this country. Your father spent 20 minutes trying to figure out how to call a taxi and he wouldn’t stop asking the driver everything you could ask!”

“I still never got an answer to my rubber duck question,” Arthur grumbled before a warm smile appeared on his face. “Hello, Lavender, it’s lovely to see you again.”

“You as well!” she said before hugging Arthur and then Molly. “Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, here come my parents.”

Sure enough, two very wealthy looking people were walking over to join their daughter and future son in law. 

“Hello, hello,” said Lavender’s father, shaking the hands of the Weasleys. “How do you do? Very nice to meet all of you.” He glanced over at his wife. “Darling, it’s the Weasleys.”

“Sorry, what?,” she said, finally looking up at the family, a hint of distaste in her gaze. “Oh, lovely to meet you.” Her snobby look never faltered, making the rest of the Weasley clan even more uncomfortable. 

Arthur cleared his throat. “It’s great to meet you both. I’m sorry we couldn’t help pay for much of the wedding, but we hope that we can at least cover the cost of dinner tonight.”

“Yes of course,” said Molly. “We know how expensive weddings can be, besides this may be the last time I watch one of my sons get married.” 

Fred and George rolled their eyes at their mother, who wouldn’t stop pestering them to settle down since Bill, Percy, and now Ron were all either married or close to it. 

“We’ve heard the complaints, mum,” said Fred. 

“But hey, at least we’re saving you money!” George said. 

“And not giving me grandchildren,” she mumbled, but loud enough for everyone to hear. 

You decided to jump in and defend your friends. “At least you’ve still got other kids who are starting their own families, Molly. And besides, do you really want to have these two bring little Fred’s and George’s into the world?”

Molly smiled and put her hand on your shoulder. “I suppose you’re right dear. They were, and still are, quite a handful.”

“Hey!” they both shouted, clearly offended.

You giggled and wandered off with Molly, telling her the latest stories of the many troubles the twins had gotten into. 

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Hermione, never one for athletics, was suddenly an Olympic sprinter, flying down the halls of the London airport. She reached the ticket counter, cutting off some very angry travelers, and threw her bags onto the scale. 

After a few long seconds of leaning over and catching her breath, she finally muttered a “hi” to the ticket agent. 

“Hello,” she replied cheerfully. 

“Oh, umm, hello!” Hermione replied, mirroring the chipperness of the agent. “When is your next flight to New York City?”

“There’s one leaving in 30 minutes,” she replied. 

“Oh, thank Godric,” she muttered, earning herself a few odd looks from passersby at her unique choice of language. 

The woman behind the counter typed a few things into her computer. “The last minute fare on this ticket is twenty seven hundred dollars.”

Hermione reached around in her purse, fumbling with gold and silver coins. “How about galleons?” she asked. 

“I’m sorry?”

“Nevermind,” Hermione sighed, sprinting off again to apparate to Diagon Alley and exchange her galleons for Muggle money. There was no way she was going to miss this flight. 

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“I’d like to make a toast!” Fred announced, standing up from his table with a wine glass in hand. “Ron and Lavender. Of course, my big toast will be tomorrow at the wedding, so this is kind of my little toast or Melba toast, if you will.”

He was only met with silence and you and George very visibly facepalmed. 

“Okay…” he continued hesitantly. “I’ve known Ron for a long time. His whole life, actually. See I got the first two years of my life without my baby brother, but nope he’s always had me, and I know he’s so incredibly grateful for that.”

When once again there was no reaction, Fred decided it was time to up the performance. 

“I remember when Ron was going out with his first girlfriend. And I thought things were going to work out for him. Until the day he over inflated her!” Fred winked at his little brother, whose face was redder than his hair. For the third time in the last minute Fred did not get anywhere close to the reaction he had expected. “Oh dear Godric…”

“How about I take over for you, Freddie.” George said, taking the microphone from his slightly older brother. “Everyone knows I am the more charming twin, isn’t that right?” He was met with some soft giggles and a whoop from one of the bridesmaids sitting a few tables away. Fred begrudgingly plopped down into his seat, leaning his head on your shoulder as he pouted for the rest of the dinner. 

As everyone finished their speeches, you giving one about your friendship with Ron that even brought Molly to tears, you found yourself sprawled out on a fancy couch still consoling Fred. 

“I was laughing,” you said while patting him on the knee. 

“Out loud?” he asked, crossing his arms and shoving your hand away. 

You looked down at your wine glass guiltily. “Well I didn’t want everyone to think I was stupid.” Fred groaned and buried his face in his hands, ruffling his hair in frustration that you knew went deeper than a few poor jokes. “Hey, how are you doing?”

He looked up at you questioningly, cocking his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t try to hide it from me, Freddie, I can tell when something’s bothering you, and I know it’s not just that your jokes sucked arse.”

“No, the audience sucked arse, I’m fucking hilarious.” You kicked him lightly, urging him to tell you. With a long sigh Fred sat up and turned to face you, his big brown eyes void of their usual cheerful gleam. “Mum’s driving me crazy! I mean, I get it, she wants me to get married and settle down and have kids, but she has 6 other children, two of them with kids of their own already! I don’t know, this whole wedding thing has just put a lot more pressure on me, that’s all.”

You tenderly rubbed his shoulder, feeling him relax slightly at your touch. “Don’t listen to her, ok? Marriage isn’t for everyone. Same with kids. You’re independent and carefree, and you shouldn’t feel like you have to settle down if you don’t want to.”

He mumbled something under his breath, too quiet for you to hear. “What?” 

“I said…” he began slowly, “I said that it’s not that. It’s the complete opposite actually.”

Fred glanced across the room at his youngest brother holding hands with his fiancée and whispering something into her ear. “It’s just...he’s my younger brother. He’s Ron, for Merlin’s sake! How did Ron get a girl before me?”

“Aww, is Freddie jealous of his little brother?” you teased, knocking your shoulder into his. When he didn’t answer you tried to sober up, not used to seeing this side of Fred. 

“I’m 26, Y/N,” he cried out. “And I know that’s not old or anything, but I just figured I’d have my life together by now. Maybe a long term girlfriend, or even--” he paused for a moment, continuing to watch Ron and Lavender. “--or maybe it would’ve been me walking down the aisle with someone I love.”

“Come here, love,” you cooed as you pulled Fred into your chest. “You know there’s no rush. Sure Ron’s getting married, but I think he found himself the only person in the world who’d ever date him and he had to tie her down quick.”

Fred shuddered into your chest with a small laugh, bringing his hands up to aimlessly play with your hair. “Yeah,” he said, “and we all know that the girls are lined up just waiting for me. I guess I’ve got time.”

“Exactly. And plenty of it.” Fred continued to play with your hair as you did the same with his, occasionally scratching at his scalp and listening to the quiet whimpers he would let out. 

He shifted so he was looking up at you, mere inches away from your face. “Y’know, you’ve been acting strange lately too. What’s bugging you?”

“It’s nothing Freddie, I--”

“Uh uh.” He shook his head. “I poured my heart and soul out to you, the least you could do is do the same to me.”

Sighing, you checked around you to make sure no one would be able to overhear. “Promise you won’t tell Ron? I don’t want it to make anything weird in our relationship.”

Fred snapped his head between you and his younger brother, eyes growing wide as he jumped to the nearest possible answer. “You’re bloody in love with him, aren’t you?!”

“What?” you asked, laughing at the ridiculous accusation. “No! Oh, no no no, not at all! I’ve known him since we were 11, and trust me, watching young Ronnie throw up slugs will turn anyone off of him.”

Fred smiled down at you and breathed a sigh of relief, glad that you weren’t getting your heart broken by being at the wedding. “So what is it then? Promise I won’t tell, swear on George’s life.”

You rolled your eyes but snuggled up next to him, feeling much more comfortable with your best friend as close as possible. “Fine. You’re not the only one having to deal with parent problems. Like I said I’ve been friends with Ron since my family first found out I was a witch. My parents, being Muggles, immediately fell in love with your family, and Ron as well whenever he would come to visit over the summer. My mum has this whacked out idea that it should be me that’s marrying him tonight. She’s so disappointed, told me I’m passing up the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But he’s just Ron! I could never see him like that. He’s like a brother to me.”

Fred sat silently throughout your whole rant, rubbing small circles over your knuckles with his thumb. When it seemed you had finally finished, Fred had no idea what to say. He had never been the comforting sort and had always managed to make it worse. As he did this time as well. 

“Do you see me like that too?”

You looked at him with scrunched eyebrows, trying to understand how he decided on that as a response. 

“As a brother, I mean.” He stuttered through his words. “Am I just another brother to you?”

“‘Course you are, Freddie. I love you like family.” He gazed at you lovingly, wondering what he had done to have a friend like you in his life. 

“How about this then?” he asked. “How about, since your mom wants you to marry a Weasley, if by the time we’re both 40 and still single, why don’t we marry each other?”

He looked so sweet offering this to you, so kind and thoughtful. You knew that the deal would benefit him as well, but to you it felt like he was doing this only for you. And you knew he would do anything for you. 

“I appreciate the offer, but I actually only promised George the same thing,” you said, making Fred’s jaw drop and a scowl appear on his face. 

“George! My own bloody twin? How could you, Y/N? I revoke my proposal.”

“I’m practically in tears,” you said stoically. Deciding it was time to go out and mingle instead of throwing yourselves a pity party, you grabbed Fred’s hand and made your way over to find George, only to be stopped by a very obviously drunk man. 

He put a hand on your shoulder which made both you and Fred tense up. “I just want to say,” he said through slurred speech, “that Ron is a wonderful young man.”

Fred eased his grip on your hand a little bit, sensing that this man wasn’t going to do anything to you. You gave him a thankful look before turning your attention back to the hammered American. “Well thanks, we like him.”

The man stepped closer to examine your face, his booze breath going straight up your nose. It took all you had not to throw up because of it. 

“My God!” he exclaimed, “you two must’ve been teenagers when you had him!” 

You and Fred both stared straight ahead, insecurities and doubts increasing tenfold at the misunderstanding. You gritted your teeth and held back from slapping the man, who luckily made his way to another table to insult someone else. 

Fred turned you to face him and gripped your shoulders tight, leaning down so he was eye to eye with you. “The guy was hammered, okay? There’s no way that you look like Ron’s mum. Nor I his dad for that matter!”

“Then why would he say it?” you grumbled, pushing Fred away from you and going to get rid of your sadness by gorging on some food. 

“Because he’s crazy!”

“Oh, my mother’s right. I’m never going to get married.”

“Ahh, you know what?” Fred touched the small of your back softly, turning you around to face him, his breath growing heavy in exasperation. “This is...who wouldn’t want you?”

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The next morning, the biggest day of Ron’s life, he was racing down the hallways practically bouncing off the walls. He was getting married. After a failed relationship with Padma years before, Ron had finally been able to heal and pour his love onto someone else. Lavender Brown. 

Sure, the relationship had moved fast. Really fast, actually. They had only been together for a few months before Ron popped the question, to which a very ecstatic Lavender happily agreed. He knew it was unorthodox. He knew it was impulsive. But he didn’t care. Because someone loved him. 

He shot through the door of Fred and George’s hotel room, making Fred jolt awake with a start. 

“I’m getting married today!” he screamed. “Whoo-hoo!” 

Fred scrambled around in the bed sheets for a few seconds before scowling at his brother. “Morning, Ron.”

“I’m getting married. To-day!” he said, ignoring the annoyed looks Fred was shooting him. 

Relaxing a little Fred smiled. “Yeah you are!”

Ron jumped around and sprinted out of the room, screaming as he ran down the hall to announce his feelings to all of the other hotel guests. 

The bed in which Fred was sleeping shifted once again, but it wasn’t Fred’s doing. You shot up from under his covers, holding the blankets to cover your naked chest and panting heavily in worry. “Do you think he knew I was here?”

Fred slowly shook his head, refusing to make eye contact with you. He shifted in the bed, his leg accidentally brushing yours. You yelped and he quickly moved away, apologizing profusely. 

After a long awkward silence, Fred finally spoke. “Well, I’ve--I’ve never done that with you before.”

“Nope,” you replied, popping the ‘p’ and sinking down further into the bed, trying to disappear. 

“So, ahh, how are you?” he said slowly. “You okay?”

You nodded, clutching the sheets so hard that your knuckles were turning white. “Yep, yep. You?”

“Yes, yes, uh huh. You?” The two of you finally made eye contact, faces equal shades of vermillion. “We did you. I did you. I--umm, sorry not the time.”

It got quiet once again. You let out a long breath, wondering how you were supposed to move on from sleeping with your best friend. You wanted to blame the alcohol from last night, but neither of you were drunk. You’d only had one glass of wine, just enough to make you a little more confident than normal. Apparently that was enough to do the trick. 

“Well… I’d better get going,” you told him, starting to sit up before remembering you and Fred were both naked under the sheets. 

“Oh, yea yea, absolutely,” he stammered, gesturing for you to leave. 

“Could you not look, please?”

“I don’t want to look.” Fred covered his eyes, not even pretending to peak through them. It was uncomfortable enough as it is, he really didn’t want to be joking around at the moment. 

You slowly slid off the bed, taking a moment to let what had happened last night fully sink in. Had you ruined your friendship with Fred? Was it going to be this weird from now on? You hustled to grab your clothes from yesterday, ready to complete the infamous walk of shame. Thankfully, your room was just down the hall so any chances of you being caught were slim. All you had to do was put on a happy face for the wedding, pretend to enjoy yourself, and forget any of this ever happened. Yeah, that would work. Right?

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Lavender’s eyes went wide as she took in the scene around her. The wedding hall was absolutely gorgeous, decorated in elegant fairy lights and flowers hanging from baskets on the ceiling. It was like she was a princess in her own personal fairy tale. 

She spun around in her wedding dress, not even caring about the weird looks some of her parents’ friends were giving her. She never cared for them, or the family status, anyway. She just wanted to live her life as her own person, taking each step with someone she loved holding her hand. 

“Hey.” Lavender was interrupted by the voice of her lover, standing bashfully a few feet away with his hands in his pockets. 

“Ron!” she chastised playfully. “You’re not supposed to see me in my wedding dress, it’s bad luck!”

“I think we’ve had all the bad luck we’re going to have.” Lavender grinned and jumped into Ron’s arms, giggling as he swung her around. He finally put her down kissing the top of her head as he did so.  “I’ll see you in a few hours, when you’re finally mine forever.”

“It can’t come soon enough.” The brunette was then distracted by Parvati calling her name, so she bid Ron goodbye and skipped over to her maid of honor. 

She didn’t notice the unexpected guest standing at the end of the aisle, listening to their entire conversation. Or maybe if she did, she chose to ignore it. After all, her and Ron’s bad luck was over. She was finally getting the one thing she wanted most in life. To be loved. 

Ron stared longingly at the girl he loved so deeply talk to her best friend, before the same unexpected guest that Lavender hadn’t noticed caught his eye. “Oh Merlin, Hermione!”

He ran up to her and kissed her on the cheek, ecstatic that his friend had decided to come to New York for his wedding. “You’re here. I can’t believe it! What happened? Why are you here?”

Hermione took a quick glance over at where Lavender was standing. She had seen everything. Heard it all. She knew how much they both cared for each other, and who was she to stand in the way of their love? She had missed her chance with Ron, but Lavender hadn’t. 

“Well I just came…” She touched his chest right near his heart, tears threatening to spill. “I just needed to tell you…” 

She couldn’t do it. It wasn’t fair to either of them. Hermione took a deep breath and put on a fake smile. “Congratulations.”

Ron grabbed her tightly and hugged her with all of his strength, tears of joy pooling in his eyes. Tears continued to grow in Hermione's, but for completely different reasons. Today was the day everything changed. Today her chance was gone. Forever. 

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If the chapel was beautiful before, it was even more extravagant with all of the lights lit up and the band playing soft, romantic music. Any normal day you would’ve enjoyed the site, wishing that someday you could have a wedding just like this. But unfortunately the only thing on your mind was the events of the previous night. 

“Ready?” George whispered to you, getting ready to walk one of the other bridesmaids down the aisle. He could tell something was wrong, but he didn’t want to push you. You nodded your head, sending your friend a thumbs up before it was his turn to make his walk. 

“Ready?” asked a nearly identical voice to the one before. Fred stood behind you, his hair styled for once and his clothes neatly pressed and cleaned. He did clean up well, you had to admit. But, not that you would ever say this to anyone, you quite liked it better when he wasn’t wearing anything at all. 

“I’m ready.” He linked his arm in yours, guiding you slowly down the dimly lit aisle. 

Fred couldn’t help but steal a few glances at you. Your eyes were focused straight ahead, refusing to look at anything except the alter at the end of the walk. If you just made it to the end of the walk, everything would be ok. Everything would be over. But maybe Fred didn’t want everything to be over, just not yet. He sucked in a breath and decided to take a chance. 

“What he did last night,” he whispered, slowing down as to elongate the conversation as much as possible. 

“Stupid,” you muttered. 

“Totally crazy stupid!” Fred got a few rude glances at his loud volume, so he checked himself before continuing. “I...I’m coming over tonight though, right?”

Your breath hitched in your chest. You were so close to the end of the aisle. You could ignore him and ignore whatever was going on between the two of you. It could all go back to normal, just a few more steps. 

But your heart took over, and you said something that you knew future you might regret, but you didn’t care. It was worth the risk. 

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

Fred squeezed your arm as you made your last steps to the front of the chapel, separating and taking your places in the rows of wedding participants. 

You scanned the crowd, seeing Hermione fidgeting nervously in her seat. You felt awful for what she must be going through, but proud that she decided to accept it. Hermione was tough, that was for sure. She could handle anything. 

“Friends. Family. We are gathered to celebrate here today the joyous union of Ron and Lavender. May the happiness we share with them today be with them always. Now Lavender, repeat after me. I, Lavender.”

“I, Lavender,” she said with a grin so big it looked like it would jump right off her face. 

“Take thee Ron,” the minister continued. 

“Take thee Ron.”

“As my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death parts us.”

“As my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death parts us.”

She giggled and squeezed Ron’s hands tighter, mere seconds away from being united with the one she loved oh so much. 

“Now Ron,” said the minister, turning to the groom. “Repeat after me. I Ron…”

George winked at him and Fred gestured for him to speak. No matter how much they teased their little brother, they were so proud of him for finding someone to spend the rest of his life with. “I Ron…”

“Take thee, Lavender…”

“Take thee, Hermione…”

Gasps filled the room. You covered your mouth and looked out to the crowd at Hermione, who looked as if she had seen a ghost. Fred and George started whispering frantically to each other and Molly seemed as if she was about to either faint or slap Ron into another country. 

But nothing compared to Lavender’s reaction. She stood there, frozen, hands going numb in the grip of the person she thought loved her. The one who only thought of her. The one who chose her. 

“Lavender!” Ron corrected, nervously chuckling in order to hide the growing humiliation. “Lavender.”

The minister looked between the bride and groom, having no idea where to go from there. “Uhh...shall I go on?”

Hermione couldn’t take her eyes off of Ron. He had just said her name. Her name. Not Lavender’s. Hers. 

What was supposed to happen next?

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[starlightrows]

Something of Your Own

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Words: 1.8k

Tags: Hurt Comfort, angst, happy ending 

Summary:  Din takes you in after your village is destroyed

AN: Originally posted on AO3 in November 2020 

Sitting against the wall in the hull of the ship, you rolled the small silver ball over towards the kid. He catches it and gets distracted looking at his tiny reflection again. He chirped happily, probably overjoyed to have a playmate on this lonely ship, and tries to roll it back.

You had only been traveling with the Mandalorian and his foundling son for a few months. So far it wasn’t so bad. You had been taking care of children almost your whole life, and this child was surprisingly easy to care for. Entertain him for most of the day, feed him often, hold him while he falls asleep, and he’s a perfect angel. Your new traveling companion had made him sound like a little terror. You supposed that was because he couldn’t afford to give all of his attention to him. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it. Well, that and having nowhere else to go.

The Mandalorian had come to your village asking if anyone had heard of a people called The Jedi. No one in the village had. You had never seen a Mandalorian before either. He had asked if there were other villages nearby he could ask. You offered him a place to stay for the night, and set out for the neighboring villages in the morning. He was reluctant, but the child seemed so attached to you. Continually trying to climb your skits and touch your face. So he agreed.

He regretted that decision. The nights on your planet were long, and dark. And his that darkness a massive ship flew overhead, landing on the outskirts of the village. Armored soldiers poured out of ship, and began breaking into homes. Demanding to know where to find the Mandalorian and his charge.

The Mandalorian awoke to screams and sound of blaster fire coming from somewhere else in the village. His helmet went on and he leaped from the bed, plucking the sleeping child from the pram, and yanking open the door to the bedroom. Only to find you at the door about to knock.

“Help us!” You shouted. He thrust the child into your arms, and went back to put on the few pieces of armor he had removed to sleep.

Coming back out of the room, he grabbed your shoulders roughly “Take the child back to my ship, lock yourself in there and do not let anyone in” You were frozen in terror, clutching the baby to your chest. “Go!” He shouted

So you did. Out the back door, and behind the row of homes and businesses you had lived in your whole life. Blindly you ran for the ship. The sound of your friends and neighbors screams pounded in your head, how the baby was sleeping through this you could not fathom.

Finally reaching the ship you climbed in, and sealed the door. You sunk to the floor, exactly where you sat now, and you waited. Tears streaming down your face. You had no idea how long you sat there, if you fell asleep at any point. The ship’s hull was pitch black and soundless, save for the soft breathing of the baby and your muffled crying.

The sound of the being opened from the outside scared you. Jumping to your feet, and retreating further into the darkness hoping you wouldn’t run into anything. Dull orange light streamed into the hull, and you heard your name being called out. It was the Mandalorian.

You emerged from the darkness, tired puffy eyes looking at him expectantly. Suddenly you were more terrified than you had been the entire night. Your village. Your home. Your whole life. What had happened? What was left?

You advanced towards him. But he stopped you with a gentle hand. “I’m sorry” that was the only thing he could say. An apology. Fresh tears sprang to your eyes. You pressed the child into his arms, and ran passed him.

You didn’t know what you would find when you got there. All you knew was you had to see it. You didn’t stop running until you saw the smoke rising from the ashes... your entire life had been reduced to rubble. You sobbed, like never before.

Eventually the Mandalorian had followed you back into the ruins of your village. He asked if there was somewhere you wanted to go, if you had friends or family. This was it. This was your whole life. You had nowhere to go. He offered to take you with him.

“Come with us. You can leave whenever you’d like. And I can pay you for your help with the kid,”

It was the only option you had, so here you were. Rocketing through the stars, on your way to an uncertain future, with a baby and a man who’s name you didn’t know and face you will never see.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of Mando’s footsteps descending the ladder from the cockpit. The baby toddled over to the landing, having lost all interest in the silver ball rolling back towards you. Mando bent down and picked up the child, he approached you as you stood up.

“We’ll be landing soon,” he told you “There’s someone I need to talk to on this planet. And they have a market where we can resupply”

You nod quietly. After these last few months, you were still mourning the loss of your village. Going into towns and markets on other planets was exciting but it made you long for home. You had never left your home world, visiting other planets exposed you to things you never would have imagined in your wildest dreams.

Planets covered in dense forests, others with endless expanses of water, not to long ago you had been to a planet that had man made structures covering every surface area... You had come from a farming planet, that sold crops and livestock to intergalactic traders. You knew there were other worlds in the universe, other species, but it was so much more vast than you could have imagined.

The planet you were visiting today was beautiful. Enormous mountains jutted from the ground, fields of tall grass and wildflowers, and clear springs. The village was busy, full of travelers stopping for more fuel, supplies, a place to stay for the night, or just somewhere to stretch their legs and breathe fresh air.

Mando watched as you step off of the ship, holding his son.

“Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” You asked the child softly. He replied in his garbled little chirps.

Mando felt his chest tighten. The guilt of being the reason you had nowhere to go weighed heavily on him. But bringing you to beautiful places like this, that you may have otherwise never experienced made him feel a little bit better. He didn’t want to admit he was taking you to some of the more interesting places he had visited in his travels, and tried to find nice places for you to stay and take care of the baby when he had to catch a bounty.

“Ready?” He asked. You smiled and nodded, following him towards the town.

Every time they stopped a new planet, Mando knew there was a chance you would not continue with him. But if truth be told, he didn’t want that to happen. He had grown fond of you these last few months. Having a second set of hands around to do things on the ship and someone to make sure the kid was always looked after, were more than welcome. But it was more than that, it was you. You were kind, and gentle. Respectful of his culture, and eager to learn and see everything. He didn’t want you to find a new place to settle. But that wasn’t his choice to make.

He thought about this as you walked together through the market. You held the child against your chest, letting him look out at all of the people and shops. You pointed out various things to him, and spoke with such care.

He left you with some credits, and instructions on where to meet back up with him when you were done shopping and he was finished with his meeting. He had been trying to give you more credits than you needed recently. A couple weeks back, he had snapped at you in a hurry to leave the planet he had left you and kid on for a few days...

“Get your things, we’re leaving”

You stood up, with the child in your arms and walked out of the small inn. He didn’t miss your words under your breath as you passed him.

“I don’t have any things,”

You were right, all you had was the clothes on your back. And the credits he gave you after returning from cashing in on bounties. It was his fault, and he knew it.

You walked around the market, trying to make sure you had enough of a variety of foods to take with you onto the ship. You picked up some strips of bandage cloth, and bacta pads as well. Your companion made more use of those than you would like to admit.

You passed by a clothing stall, and stopped short. Looking down at the kid in his tan robes. It wouldn’t hurt to get him a second set, he did get dirty a lot when you stayed on a planet for a few days. You stepped into the stall, and began looking to find children’s clothing.

The fabric the clothing is made of on this planet is so vastly different from the clothes your own people wore. You ran your fingers over a pair of dark brown trousers.

“What do you think little friend?” You asked the child “maybe we both need something new”

Mando approached the massive shade tree, seeing you and the baby leaning against the trunk and sharing a piece of fruit. He saw that you had several packages of supplies for the ship sitting next to you, and a leather pack. He also noticed the child wore new, grey robes. And you. You wore new well fitting trousers, tunic, boots and coat. He couldn’t help but notice how attractive you looked. The child scampered towards him, and raised his little arms. He shouldered the child, and offered you a hand to stand up.

“You look nice,” he said, somewhat dumbly.

“Thank you,” you replied, taking his hand. You gathered the packages and supplies. “I figured I would need some better clothes if I’m gonna keep up with the little womp rat” You scritched behind the child’s floppy ears. The baby cooed at your touch.

Mando felt comforted walking back to the ship. If you were willing to spend money on things to better help you take care of the kid, maybe you would stay longer.

Din Djarin Tag List: @spideysimpossiblegirl

[notchesandbullets]

Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader)

Part 6: Shopping for clothes, food court and boba experience served with Ashido’s endless shipping and topped off with an incredibly protective Dadzawa.

Word Count: 5.8k

After another hour of shopping around the huge mall, Aizawa decided now would probably be a good time to try and round his students up. Since if there were any problems tracking down those problematic and ridiculously talented children, he could deal with it before it got too late and past their curfew.

Besides, you still needed clothes and he was not equipped to handle that. As Kayama said, he had the fashion sense of an emo teenager going through his rebellious phase. The thing was, she had been saying that since she met him, so it lost its effect a long time ago.

"Heeyy, Ojiro-kun!! Y/N-chan!!!"

The both of you turned around to see Uraraka waving enthusiastically at you. Yaoyorozu and Ashido were with her, along with Shoji, Asui and Hagakure coming from the opposite direction.

Ojiro had spared his teacher from having to call all of them and simply sent a message in the group chat.

You didn't even want to know how often they used it based off of the glance you got when he pulled out his phone and let you see. In the span of the six-inch screen, you had caught a glimpse of topics ranging from food to homework to bodily functions and your head was spinning.

Aizawa sighed boredly and you threw him a sly side glance as Jirou, Kaminari and Ojiro ran out to meet the rest of the group once the boy by your side ensured you would stay with the only one responsible here.

"You're not really tired, are you, Aizawa-sensei?" You asked cheekily, skipping over to him.

He huffed out a laugh as he leaned against the wall. "You're cute, kid. Cut it out."

"I can't help it~" You whined, pouting childishly.

You protested as he ruffled your hair. Unlike when Ojiro did it, he was rougher and always messed it up. Nearly patting it down so it laid flat, you glared and the nerve he had to laugh outright at you had your mock frown wavering into a bright smile.

The sound made your eyes sparkle happily and he caught on quick.

"You did that on purpose, kid." He stated with a sigh, already feeling himself succumbing to your adorable nature.

No one should be that cute. It wasn't good for his heart.

He raised an eyebrow at you as you scuffed your feet on the ground, a cheeky smile still plastered on your face.

Aizawa ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. You were cute, even with how reluctant he was to admit to sometimes. Damn, he was getting a soft spot for you.

But the instant Ashido cooed, he returned to his stiff, normal, rugged teacher self.

"Alright, get going." He said dryly, gently redirecting you towards Ojiro who was holding out his hand to you before following. "We don't have all day."

"Technically, we do." Kaminari whispered in your ear and you giggled, covering it up with Aizawa fixated a glare on the two of you.

You held up your hand in surrender. "We are innocent."

"Yeah, yeah, likely story." Aizawa didn't believe you for a second. "Just go."

You skipped on ahead, Ojiro glued to your side. The girls flocked around you, Yaoyorozu leading the group to a different clothing store that she and her companions had been at earlier. This seemed much more suited to you, not to mention, a lot more affordable.

You were picking out a couple of things that seemed nice but you were really taking a gamble. You never had been clothes shopping before and weren't really sure what to expect. People mostly dressed you in whatever they wanted you to be presented in.

Luckily, Yaoyorozu swooped in to help.

Ojiro was surprisingly pretty knowledgeable about fashion too and when asked, he had blushed before proudly gushing about his little sister who he usually took on all her shopping trips when their parents were busy working. She had quite an acute fashion sense.

A huge pile of clothes later, you were shoved into a fitting room, with Shoji, Kaminari, Ojiro and Aizawa all waiting outside like some kind of odd band.

Either that, or a very disgruntled dad who was forced to tag along with all his unusual children.

The girls were gushing over each item that you put on, rushing out to get different sizes if the ones they picked didn't fit, making you show the boys and guardian everything that you liked.

You tended to gravitate more towards comfy clothes but there were a few Yaoyorozu and Hagakure found that were both beautiful and versatile. Those were an immediate yes from Aizawa and Ojiro, wanting you to have as much variety as possible.

Everything the girls had picked out that you show them complimented your figure beautifully but was still modest.

While you weren't looking, Shoji had selected some shoes for you, noticing that the ones you had one were practically falling apart on your feet. They were sturdy but had a geometric pattern that you found you rather liked a lot.

Thanking him, you beamed and he hid a smile.

Aizawa paid for all of it without batting an eye and you felt guilty for making him spend his money.

"You're not making me do anything, kid." He called out, as if he could read your thoughts. "I'm doing this because I want to provide for you, not because I feel forced to, got it?"

Besides, he had more than enough thanks to his hero work and teaching at the school. He rarely splurged on anything, the last thing being his old yellow sleeping bag which he had gotten years ago.

This wasn't even going to make a dent in the funds he had saved up.

You sniffled, nodding once. His bluntness took you by surprise but you concealed it well. You had no idea he could be so caring. You were overwhelmed by his generosity and the kindness of the people that surrounded you.

How did I get so lucky? What did I do to deserve this?

Aizawa's hands grasped empty air where the bags had been a minute ago, glancing at his students who were now in possession of your newly purchased things but shrugged, leaving them to it. Less work for him.

He watched them stumble one after another, all of them eagerly making their way to the food court. He checked the time on his phone, suppressing a yawn. It was about time to eat anyway.

Finally. He could sit down and take a nap.

You yelped as Ashido suddenly grasped your arm, pulling you along and you stumbled a few feet before righting yourself. Your hand slipped out of Ojiro's and you shouted in surprise as she took off like a racecar.

"Wha... Where are we going?!" You exclaimed as she sped ahead, dragging you along with her and leaving everyone else in the dust.

She excitedly pointed up ahead and you followed her finger.

"What's 'bubble tea'?" You asked innocently, never hearing of it before.

Your friend gasped in shock that you had never had the pleasure of experiencing the best thing in the world but then the wicked smile that crossed her face as she got behind the line was borderline evil.

"Oh, you're going to love this!!" Ashido said, her eyes gleaming.

When it was your turn, Ojiro finally caught up to the two of you. He was out of breath but all the tension in his body dissipated as he spotted you, safe and sound next to the pink girl. Unknown to you, he had zipped after you the second your hand slipped out of his but he had gotten swarmed by the crowd and lost sight of you.

Thankfully, Ashido hadn't taken you too far.

You squeaked, drawing your hands into your chest as you were crushed to his chest. "O-Ojiro-kun?"

"Geez, Y/N." He breathed, exasperated. "Don't scare me like that."

His scolding was light since he obviously knew it wasn't your fault but he was still concerned. You mumbled an apology and he hastily corrected his mistake, reassuring you that you didn't do anything wrong and you sank into his embrace, relieved.

Seeing as how it was your turn to order, he reluctantly let you go. You wandered up to the counter to shyly ask the barista what was good for someone who hadn't tried boba before and the girl launched into an advertisement of all her favorites.

Ojiro was busy sending a quick message to Aizawa to let him know that he had found you when Ashido slinked into his field of vision.

She bumped his hip with hers, pumping a fist into the air. "Oh, lighten up Ojiro, she's safe with me!! I won't let anybody take her!!"

She knew of the people after you but she had no idea about the incident that had occurred inside one of the stores just hours ago. As Ojiro clued her in, her eyes went wide and filled with guilt.

"Holy... I'm so sorry, I had no idea." She said, shoulders dropping as her usual energy dulled down. "Is she okay?"

Ojiro nodded, not once taking his eyes off of you. "Yeah, she was a bit shaky at first, but who wouldn't be? I think she's okay so long as we don't leave her."

Ashido nodded understandingly.

Seeing as how you were having trouble deciding what to get after a multitude of options from the enthusiastic barista, you turned back to Ojiro helplessly.

He slid up behind you, hands on your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Can we please have one regular milk tea with tapioca, a chai milk tea, and a taro milk tea with no ice, half sugar and tapioca, please?" He requested of the nice girl behind the counter, squeezing your side to let you know that everything was alright and you relaxed in his embrace.

Talking to strangers freaked you out even though she seemed nice enough. You just didn't like looking like an idiot who didn't know what they were doing, lacking the social skills everyone else seemed to have no problems with.

Ashido beamed, hopping over from looking at the menu to where the two of you were standing.

"No way, you remembered my order?!" She shrieked in disbelief and awe as she heard the complicated order. "Ojiro, you're amazing!!"

You had to agree with that statement. She proceeded to tell you of the time when she ordered it back when they were at Yaoyorozu's house to study for the upcoming exam, saying that there's no other way he could've heard it if it wasn't from back then.

You latched onto her story as if it was the most incredible thing in the world.

As Ojiro paid for the drinks, you helped carry them back to the table where Aizawa was sitting, Ashiso slurping on her drink already with a dazed look of joy on her face.

The underground hero looked out of place with children, families and teenagers milling around him.

He was sitting at a table by himself with several huge bags from various stores, most of which were very girly in design, signifying everyone's purchases. Seemed like everyone had left their stuff with him. You felt kind of bad but he looked like he didn't care so you suppressed it.

You set down the cups, glancing around the packed food court.

"Where's everybody else?" You asked.

Aizawa gestured to the ramen stands on the opposite side of the food court. "It's close to dinnertime, so they went to go get some food."

On cue, Ashido's stomach rumbled loudly.

"Oops." She grinned, tossing the now empty cup in a nearby trash can. "That's my cue!!"

Your eyes were as wide as saucers. "You finished it already?! It's been two minutes!!"

Flashing you a megawatt smile, she flounced off in another direction, presumably to get some food.

Uncertainly, you sank down in a chair across from Aizawa. Now that you thought about it, you were kind of hungry, but this was normal. All you had to do was not think about it and then the urges would go away.

Eventually.

You really didn't want to ask them to buy you anything, they didn't owe you anything and they've already done so much for you. One day without food wouldn't kill you.

Aizawa could read you better than that.

"Ojiro."

The boy looked up as his teacher called his name.

"She's hungry. Go get some gyūdon for her." Aizawa instructed without batting an eye at your flabbergasted expression.

It would be easy enough on your stomach, since he was sure you lacked the proper nutrients you needed for a girl your age. This would suffice for now until he could come up with a meal plan for you to get adjusted to your new normal. He was not going to have you starve from now on.

Nodding once, Ojiro sped towards where they were selling it but not before his teacher halted him to hand him ¥10,000. His eyes widened as he took in the hefty amount.

He looked mildly uncomfortable. "Aizawa-sensei—"

"Get something for yourself too, I don't care what you choose." Aizawa interrupted swiftly, his hard stare leaving no room for argument. "Make sure it's an appropriate enough meal for dinner though."

As Ojiro left to go hunt down some gyūdon, you swung your legs happily, beaming at the gruff man sitting across from you. His rough exterior and indifferent demeanor hid it well, but you still saw it. That softness in his gaze when he thought no one else was looking. He loved his students.

"Stop that." He said flatly as he caught you staring but you just giggled.

"I can't help it." You countered, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, your ears swiveling easily. "It's cute."

Aizawa snorted at that. "Enough, Y/N."

You conceded but the laughter in your eyes didn't fade and he shook his head, already done with your antics.

You knew exactly how much you were annoying him, which is why you were surprised when he suddenly asked you,

"How are you doing with all of this?"

He scrutinized you closely and your mouth opened and closed, at a loss for words. The possibility of you having done something wrong crossed your mind and your anxiety spiked.

Glancing down, you squeaked. "What do you mean?"

His eyes narrowed at you and you gulped.

Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his hair. He should've phrased it better. He knew by now you were insecure of your place, still figuring things out for yourself. His class had been a culture shock to you.

"How are you adjusting?" He corrected himself quietly, studying your facial expressions.

You contemplated his question before giving your answer.

"I think I'm doing okay," You said slowly, scratching your fluffy ears in thought. "It's been kind of weird having a place to call home and people who actually don't see me as a pet but it's nice."

Aizawa's jaw ticked and he clenched his hand into a fist at your honesty, overcome with the sudden urge to hunt down the Quirk Traffickers right then and there. He was taken aback by such a strong feeling.

The last time he felt something like this was when the League of Villains threatened his students at USJ.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down. He was a pro, he knew how to handle himself better than this.

However, all logic and reasoning fled the instant he saw it.

Aizawa moved faster than you could blink, catching the wrist inching towards your ears in an iron grip and stopped them from making contact.

"Don't touch her." He seethed, warning coming through clear as his eyes flashed red, the pressure on the boy's wrist making it clear that he would snap it if he so much as looked at you again.

As a pro-hero, he wasn't allowed to threaten them with bodily harm, but he couldn't help the anger that bubbled up when the gang of boys tried to lay their filthy hands on you.

"Are you okay?" He asked again but for a different reason than before as security intervened and took over.

You nodded, slightly dazed at how fast it happened.

You hadn't even sensed them behind you, caught up in your conversation with him that you had lost awareness of your surroundings. You felt a bit ashamed of your own helplessness but grateful that he had protected you. Your ears were sensitive and touching them was an intimate gesture reserved only privileged for certain people.

"Do you want to leave?" He asked caringly, eyes concerned, not taking any measures to hide his worry.

You shook your head. You weren't that shaken up. He took care of it before anything even happened. You almost were completely unaffected.

"I'm okay..." You mumbled, fiddling with your hands in your lap as your fingers shook. "Thank you, Aizawa-sensei."

He nodded to you before sinking back down in his chair. You picked up where he left off, asking about his well being. He seemed surprised to hear you ask about him but he answered that he was fine.

You seemed disappointed in his reply but before he could follow it up with a very brief elaboration, you cut him off.

"Do you think anyone will want me?" You asked, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as the more recent development started to catch up to you.

You were sure that if you didn't have these ears and tail that people wouldn't just try to touch you out of nowhere. You were sure that if you had a different quirk, maybe your parents wouldn't have given you up.

"What did I do wrong?" You whispered brokenly.

Aizawa's heart shattered as he heard that. "You didn't do anything wrong, kid."

You sniffled, ears drooping sadly. "But... But if I—"

"It's not your fault that they left, they were shitty parents for leaving you." He interrupted brazenly with a fire that took you aback as he swore in front of you. "You deserve someone better than people who leave at the drop of a hat."

He seemed like he was speaking from experience but you didn't pry further, certain he was already uncomfortable with all your anxiety and insecurities.

"You didn't have to do all of this, you know." The defeat in your small voice made him bristle.

Who the fuck treated you so bad that you didn't expect decent respect and kindness?

"You signed the paper but you don't actually have to do any of the stuff it says." You continued quietly, not noticing how the man across from you was shaking with anger. "I can find another place to stay, you won't have to pay for anything, I can manage on my own. I don't want to be a burden to someone as nice as you."

If he was angry before, he was livid now.

You jumped as he suddenly stood up, chair falling over from the force, drawing the attention of a couple of bystanders.

He strode over to you, crouching down in front of you. The bags piled high on the table obstructed the view for most of the people around you and they begrudgingly went about their business when he glared at them.

You, however, couldn't look away.

"You better listen, kid, because I'm only going to say this once." Aizawa ground out, jaw ticking. "I didn't sign that agreement out of pity. I signed it because I want you to be able to live a life not hindered by fear. I don't want you to have to live looking over your shoulder everyday because you're scared you're being followed, that's why I signed it."

You were at a loss of words by how passionate he was. The emotion cracked his steady tone and betrayed his true state. He was frazzled by your half-conscious words you spewed out, taking them to heart and relating to you on another level entirely.

"Were... were you..." You trailed off.

You couldn't bear to say it.

But he shook his head. "Not Quirk Traffickers. But I was raised by people who weren't exactly kind or the forgiving type."

He didn't divulge anything else and you didn't point it out, knowing he said that to you more for your own benefit rather than your own. Similar to you, he didn't seem like he wanted pity. He said it so that you saw that he understood.

"You're not living out on the streets. I'm not doing any of this because I feel like I have to, I told you, I want to do it." He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Look, kid, you might not see it yet, but I actually don't mind taking care of you, okay? If you find someone else you want to live with, that's fine."

You were about to object that you couldn't envision someone caring for you like he had but you couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"I will talk to them first, though, before you go with them." Aizawa continued authoritatively, slipping into da— teacher mode. "If they're unsuited to care for you or if they're criminals then you can't go with them until they prove to me that they can take proper care of you and keep you safe. If you— Why are you laughing?"

You had doubled over in a fit of giggles, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes as you laughed uncontrollably.

He lifted an eyebrow, unamused. "Kid, what are you doing?"

You bit your lip but your eyes creased, giving your smile away. "I-I can't breathe!!"

It took a couple seconds and several deep breaths but you finally got ahold of yourself and cleared up his confusion.

"It's just... you sound a lot like a dad, or at least, I think that's what a dad sounds like." You tapped a finger to your chin thoughtfully, mulling it over.

You completely missed the way he froze when he heard you say 'dad'.

Swinging your legs, you ducked your head. "I... I know I didn't say this before, and you could definitely say no if you want to!! But, I-I d-don't really want to have anyone else be my guardian."

Aizawa was able to breathe a little bit better after hearing you say that and his eyes softened.

You squeaked as his hand plopped on your head, ruffling your hair and being careful not to knock into your ears.

With great difficulty, he held back a smile. "Alright, kid, we can do that."

Your ears perked up and he gave you a lopsided smile, but the fondness in his gaze was unmistakable. Goodness, he would put away all the villains in the world just to see you this happy.

"Really?!" You practically shouted and he chuckled, not even caring about the dirty looks the two of you were getting as a result of your loud volume.

He shrugged to hide the skip his heart did when you looked up at him so lovingly. "Sure, I'll talk to Principal Nezu later and see if we can work out a more permanent arrangement."

"Adoption?" You asked curiously.

The innocent question sent his heart rate spiking and he nearly choked on air. You had no idea just how bad he wanted to adopt you.

"Don't you want me to foster you first, kid?" He joked but it came out strained.

That was a pretty big decision to make and usually the adult was the one to decide to take on a kid. For you to bring it up so casually caught him off-guard.

You frowned, pouting slightly. Maybe you moved too fast. Obviously, he wanted to see if he could even handle a mutt like you before he even though about adopting you and—

"Stop that."

His sharp command whistled through the noise in your head and you blinked, focusing on his face and wincing at the intensity of his narrowed eyes.

"Whatever you're thinking, I didn't suggest fostering because I don't want to adopt you. I just want you to be sure you want to have me as your... parent." Aizawa finished, unsure if he had earned the right to call himself your dad yet.

He shuffled over to the other end of the table and righted his displaced chair. "You'll turn 18 soon enough and by then you could live on your own if you want."

Ah, there it was.

Your expression cleared. He was worried you wanted him to adopt him only to find out you guys couldn't get along for whatever reason and then up and leave. Whether it was you or him doing the leaving, it would impact you both and he didn't want you to make a mistake you would regret.

Adoption was a serious decision and it wasn't like either one of you could get out of it if it didn't work out.

You weren't completely oblivious. You knew there was a chance of this failing, but you were willing to take this chance and he was willing to accept you into his life more permanently.

To know that he was thinking of you first only sealed the deal.

You swallowed hard. You only had courage to say this once.

"I don't remember my parents or what they were like. I only know what it's like to have friends because Ojiro-kun showed me how. I don't know what to expect when it comes to having a dad to depend on or anything like that." You took a deep breath, growing quieter. "But... I do want someone like that one day."

Even if it didn't come right away. You could wait. You waited an eternity, what was a little longer?

Aizawa nodded, understanding where you were coming from. "Well then, I'll talk it over to Nezu and make sure my adopting you won't affect you getting into UA."

Your jaw dropped to the floor. "What?!"

"Uh huh," He clicked his tongue absentmindedly as he scrolled through his texts on his phone, completely disregarding your shock. "He said you could enroll in the general studies but off the record, you'll be taking hero courses."

They didn't want to attract the traffickers' attention. They would keep you under the radar as much as possible while you attended.

Pocketing the handheld device, leaned back in his seat. "You're a good kid, Y/N."

You beamed at him and he cracked a smile. No matter what you went through, you always seemed to bounce right back. No matter how bleak the darkness was, your light burned even brighter.

One day, you were going to be a force to be reckoned with. He could already see it.

"You'll still have to take the entrance exam." He stated and you nodded eagerly.

"I'll do my best!!" You cheered.

He chuckled, folding his arms over his chest. He had no doubt about it.

By the time Ojiro got back to your table, he was surprised to find you and his teacher conversing as if it was the easiest thing in the universe. He was certain Aizawa didn't have it in him to openly express emotions other than exhaustion.

Well, that and boredom.

Ojiro tilted his head at the two of you in confusion, holding a tray that contained three bowls of steaming hot food. "Did I miss something?"

You bit your lip to suppress a smile and Aizawa raised an eyebrow but neither one of you answered him.

Setting down the tray, he served the food. His gaze fell on your tail, which was happily swishing behind you and he decided that it didn't matter if you didn't want to tell him, he was just glad to see you enjoying yourself.

Your mouth watered when the food was set down in front of you but Aizawa was surprised to find three helpings of gyūdon rather than just two.

Reaching into his pocket, Ojiro pulled out the remaining yen he had stuffed there earlier to his teacher and your eyes went wide.

Similarly, Aizawa's eyes narrowed in suspicion at the amount left. There was no way there should be this much left after buying this much food.

"Ojiro..." He warned with a sharp look, daring him to confirm his suspicions.

The boy had an apologetic look on his face but stood fast. "I used your money to pay for Y/N's but I used mine to buy ours."

Before his teacher could say a word, Ojiro rushed out. "You haven't eaten anything yet so you must be hungry too!! I'm sorry Aizawa-sensei, I just thought—"

Aizawa held up a hand to stop his rambling. He was nearly as bad as Midoriya.

"It's fine. Thank you." The man said curtly, reaching over the table to split a pair of chopsticks for you. "But you're not allowed to do it again."

"But sensei—!!" Ojiro protested.

Aizawa gave him a look that shut him up quickly.

You had been trying to ignore their disagreement. Tension never did sit too well with you and even though you knew that Aizawa wasn't really mad at Ojiro, you couldn't help but flinch at their raised voices.

So when they finally took notice of your unease and quieted down, you could focus all of your attention on satisfying your rumbling tummy.

You stared at the big bowl before you. Rice and beef soaked in aromatic broth had you salivating. Garnished with steamed edamame and a sprig of parsley, the beef bowl almost looked too good to eat.

But it smelled so good.

You were about to take a huge bite when Aizawa firmly instructed you to blow on it first. Pouting, you did as you were told and by the time you did eat it, you didn't burn yourself.

You laughed at him sheepishly as he sent you a knowing glare afterwards, knowing full well that you would have burned your tongue in your eagerness if he didn't stop you.

Kicking your feet happily, you took a sip of bubble tea for the very first time, beaming brightly at the two of them as the sugary drink flooded your taste buds.

You almost poked a hole in the straw with your canines by accident when you bit down in your haste to chew the tapioca pearls.

Ojiro looked on excitedly as you experienced boba for the first time, matching your energy and Aizawa's gaze was soft, fatherly. But he was not going to admit that to either of you.

You wiggled in your seat, vibrating with energy after that meal and the drink that you counted as an unofficial dessert.

Aizawa even ate, begrudgingly, but it still counted since you refused to give up on him.

You were slightly concerned when he still didn't touch his food even after you and Ojiro were almost done with yours. The way he picked at his food disinterestedly was a bit alarming. It was as if he hadn't been doing a good job of taking care of himself.

You frowned as you watched him longer, only for nothing to change.

Aizawa had been startled when you grasped onto his arm, pleading with your eyes for him to eat what Ojiro had so thoughtfully bought for him, saying that you were worried about him. He had tried to shove you off, change the subject or even get Ojiro to pry you off of him, but you persisted.

Finally, Aiawa sighed, giving into your puppy eyes and ate his portion.

You cheered, high-fiving Ojiro, the victory in your eyes not dimming even as he fixated a glare on the two of you.

It lost its potency as you flat out ignored him, giving all of your attention to the blushing tail boy beside you.

Everyone else that came with you to the mall had finished eating faster than the three of you did since they had gotten theirs earlier, so they went looking for you. Imagine their surprise when they saw their teacher laughing for the first time after you cracked a joke.

The girls had gathered around you and you had to admit, while you never had gyūdon before, it was now your favorite food.

You had waited to try the bubble tea until Ojiro got back, unsure which one was yours at the time since they were vastly different in color and you didn't want to accidentally drink the wrong one.

Aizawa was no help since he didn't drink that stuff so you were forced to wait until your friend returned.

Of course, this led to you trying to guess which one Ojiro had intended for you while he was still gone, your guardian looking on in amusement as you went back and forth between the two options. You weren't even trying to make him smile and yet, he couldn't help it.

Aizawa shook his head at you when you had practically pounced on the cup as his student pointed out which one he had ordered for you, his amusement only increasing when you drank it so fast that it almost came out of your nose when something he said made you laugh.

You cried at the uncomfortable sensation, willing it to go away as everyone chuckled at the expression you were making.

Ashido gave you a hug to make it go by faster. But once you could breathe again, a sly smirk crept up her face as Ojiro offered you a sip of his.

You were curious so naturally, you accepted. Only after you took a sip did Ashido crack.

"That counts!!!" She shrieked excitedly, Uraraka and Hagakure squealing alongside her and you were left in the dark.

"Huh?" You squeaked, blinking down at the drink in your hand, wondering if you had done something wrong.

You glanced at Ojiro but he looked just as puzzled as you.

He shrugged at you helplessly, turning to the pink girl practically vibrating in the chair she had stolen. "Mind clueing us in?"

The smile on Ashido's face could only be classified as devious. "YOU KISSED!!!"

It was indirect but it still counted!!! And she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

Ojiro nearly choked on his saliva and you violently coughed, the boba going down the wrong way as she declared it so loud every single one of the surrounding tables heard her.

Aizawa almost fell out of his seat.

Needless to say, for the rest of the time you were there, Ashido wouldn't let it go and relentlessly teased the two of you until you were both cherry red from embarrassment, refusing to look at each other.

But as you filed out of the Kiyashi shopping mall back to the car, his tail crept around your waist to guide you in the dark and you couldn't see it, but his bashful smile matched yours all the way there.

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FIC:  Someone to Drive ch.1 (standalone)

Summary: Sometimes, all you really need is someone to drive.

Tags:  Spicyhoney, Melancholy, Hurt/Comfort, First Time, Developing Relationship

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When Edge lived in Underfell, none of the Monsters he knew had cell phones. Not because they couldn't have used them but for the simple reason that if you had enough leftover G to trade for a phone then you were obviously not dedicating yourself enough to the more important aspects of Underfell life.

Staying alive, for example.

Anyone who did manage to save enough to pay for one of the taped-up devices with shattered screens and missing buttons that occasionally showed up in the shops would inevitably decide that they did, actually, need to eat more than they needed to call anyone and so eventually sold it on to the next fool, letting their debt spiral and expand in other ways that they would again regret far too soon.

The fact that Edge could easily afford a cell phone now made him feel old in ways that didn't seem possible.

He'd dreamt of Underfell the past few nights, or more precisely, a dream version of Underfell as it never was, seemingly from when he and Red first came to Snowdin with nothing more than the clothes on their backs.

It wasn't that strange a dream to have. These days Edge felt like he was starting over again, this time in a studio apartment where he slept on a futon mattress with no frame and ate his meals over the sink. It would look better soon enough, when he found some real furniture to replace what he'd left back (with Red) at the other place. Real furniture and dishes with more permanence than a few plastic forks and a stack of paper plates from one of the local restaurants would improve the appearance of his newest home, but he wasn't sure when it was going to start feeling real.

He doubted it was going to start at three am with his phone ringing.

Edge didn’t usually need to sleep more than a handful of hours in a night, a habit that was already serving him well in his college classes. That did not mean he didn’t need the sleep that he did get, and he woke from another dream about Underfell-as-it-never-was to his phone persistently buzzing next to him. He was barely awake as he fumbled for his phone in the darkness, managing to swipe ‘answer’ before mumbling into it, “H'llo?"

There was static in the background, blank white noise, and he almost tossed the phone back on the old milk crate that was temporarily serving as a nightstand when a voice finally said, "can you come get me?"

It might have taken him a little while to recognize the voice even if he hadn't still been mostly asleep. They hadn't talked in weeks and even then not for long. When he finally did mentally attach a name to that voice, Edge woke up further, dragged to wakefulness by pure astonishment.

“Stretch?” Of all people who might call him, Stretch wasn’t at the bottom of the list, but he was certainly close. That was surely the same for Stretch, neither of them were likely to call the other for a simple chat. Which meant if he was calling, then something must be very wrong. Edge sat up and clicked on the reading lamp by his bed, already kicking aside the blankets tangled around his legs. "Come get…where are you?"

A moment’s pause. There was something behind that static, a sort of distantly bustling sound of others, too quiet to be a bar or late-night diner, where could he possibly— "the bus station in cascade."

"Cascade?” Edge said, disbelievingly, “Cascade as in the next city over?" Cascade that was certainly not Ebott at 3am on what was a very early Friday morning.

More silence, then a sound that might have been a watery sigh. "yeah. that’s the place."

He sounded normal enough, but this was Stretch. Blue’s younger brother, his alternate from another world, and they were not precisely friends, yet he was at a bus station in Cascade calling Edge in Ebott a at three in the damn morning and…

Edge didn’t ask why Stretch couldn’t teleport or call his brother, call someone, anyone, else. He didn’t ask anything at all. He only said, "All right,” and rubbed a weary hand over his face. "I can be there in a half an hour, maybe. Just stay there, all right? Don’t leave the bus station."

The very last thing any of them needed was Stretch taking to the streets of Cascade in the darkest part of the night. If the bus station was where Edge thought it was, it wasn’t the safest part of the city even in broad daylight.

The faint buzz and background noise changed as if Stretch was walking, perhaps moving to make his agreement legitimate before he replied, "yeah, okay. i won’t."

The call disconnected before he could say anything else. Edge didn’t waste time trying to call him back. He scrambled out of bed, still sleep-clumsy as he snatched up the first pair of pants in his dresser and started yanking them on. Next was a t-shirt and socks, shoving his feet into the boots closest to the door as he shrugged on a jacket. A Monster alone in a bus station was an invitation for trouble anywhere, much less a strange, unwelcoming city like he knew Cascade to be. Any questions would have to wait until he knew Stretch was safe.

In minutes Edge was grabbing his keys and heading downstairs, his boots echoing in the dank concrete stairwell that led to the street. Soon after his car was pulling out onto the street, the cell phone he could never have afforded in Underfell on his dash with a soothing feminine voice directing him where to turn as he drove off into the night.

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The traffic picked up once Edge drove into Cascade city, people on their way to their early morning jobs or heading home from late ones. It was closer to forty minutes when he finally pulled into the bus station parking lot and Edge made sure to lock his car before he went inside, the reassuring blip-bloop following him as he walked away. He pulled the hood of his jacket over his skull before he went inside, tucked into concealing depths. Once, he would have scoffed at constantly wearing a hoodie. It barely qualified as a disguise, anyone looking at him from the front could hardly mistake him for anything but a Monster. From behind, though, he could be anyone at all, and that was occasionally useful here on the surface, he’d learned.

Something that Stretch seemed to have learned as well. The bright orange hood pulled up over the head of the tall, slender person sitting in the waiting area was unmistakable.

Edge strode over swiftly, glancing around the station as he did. It was mostly empty. In one corner a sleeping Human was lying across several of the grungy seats looking less as if he were waiting for a bus than settled in for the night. Only one of the ticket stalls was open, another Human sitting inside it with her chin propped on a hand as she drowsed, the coffee cup next to her teetering ominously on the lip of the counter. The rest of the seats were empty, waiting for the next round of people coming from someplace else or heading out the same way. Edge took the one next to the orange hoodie, folding his hands into his lap rather than reaching out as he said cautiously, “Stretch?”

Stretch was sitting with his legs drawn up, his tall frame jigsawed between the arms of the narrow seat. His face wasn’t visible, words coming from inside the hood as he said, “i forgot my wallet, couldn’t buy a ticket.”

“All right,” Edge said, slowly, unsure of what else to say. His own wallet was in his back pocket, and he could easily buy a ticket to any destination listed on the board next to the ticket window; he’d saved all the money that came from the stipend given to all Monsters from the sales of their technology to the Humans and his savings would be enough for his classes and living expenses for quite some time yet. Could buy a ticket, was not about to do so without more answers.

There was no request for a ticket or anything else. The narrow shoulders under the hoodie hunched further, the arms around his upraised knees tightening as Stretch curled inward into the isolating shell of shirt and limbs. When he spoke again, his voice was thoughtfully low, quiet enough to almost be unheard. "thought about renting a car, heh, could’ve done that online with my phone. but the rental place is across town."

Rent a car? "Stretch,” Edge said carefully, “you can't drive." Unless that changed recently. Even if it had and even if somehow Stretch could get to the rental place, no wallet, no driver’s license, no car.

"you can.” The chair creaked as he shifted and for the first time Stretch looked up at him. His hood cast his face in shadow, showing only the moving line of his even teeth as he spoke and the soft glow of his eye lights. “you can drive. can't you?"

Edge met that pale gaze with his own, crimson boring into gleaming white. He didn't know what the hell was going on. He was tired, it was four am in a dirty bus station in a strange town and Stretch was not precisely his friend.

His eye lights were pale white, nothing at all like Edge’s, but the quiet desperation in their depths was like looking in a mirror.

Sleep was the furthest thing from his mind when Edge said, softly, "Yes. I can."

~*~

The walk back out to his car was a silent one, Stretch’s sneakers ghosting across the tile floor and his own stride was muted out of habit. The quiet was useful; in his mind, Edge was already making plans. He didn’t have class again until Tuesday, four days away, and in a few hours he’d send a message to Undyne asking her to feed his cat. Anything else could wait until he returned.

Walking through the parking lot interrupted his planning. The streetlamps weren’t as bright as he’d prefer, some of them flickering with a nauseating strobe effect that created concealing shadows. Lengthening his strides to put himself ahead of Stretch was automatic, leading the way to the car and if Stretch noticed, he said nothing. He kept his own hands tucked into his pockets rather than at the ready, gravel scattering under his shuffling steps.

The caution proved unnecessary, this time. With a quick button press, Edge unlocked the car and they both got in, Edge pushing back his hood and Stretch leaving his up while they fastened their seatbelts. The roads were busier now, more people driving to and fro the way they did every day, stopping to buy their coffee with their bagged lunches on the seat next to them. Edge turned towards the main highway, merging into traffic and heading towards the lightening sky before he asked, “Where are we going?”

Stretch only looked out the window, his eye lights reflected in the glass. “somewhere else.”

Edge nodded and replied, “All right.” He pressed down harder on the gas, the car surging forward as he drove towards the rising sun.

tbc