#now that the holidays are almost over I’m ready for summer

[sleeppywitch]

06.05.17

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

You’ll be a star

Paring: camgirl!fem!reader x dads!bestfriend!Nat

Summary: Natasha couldn’t help yourself when she saw her favorite girl.

Warnings: SMUT, recording, dom!Nat, sub!reader, nipple play, clit play, fingering, pet names, mommy kink, mask, kink, G!P Nat, praise kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex,

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

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"And you are really comfortable with this" you asked your voice was small almost like a whisper. "I want to do this bunny, I mean it." She answered her voice full of confidence. She had agreed to help you with your life stream under the condition of not showing her identity which you of course respected. She was after all I known business women. You stranded her lap pulling the black baclava covering everything except a pair of piercing green eyes up to plant a reassuring kiss to the older woman’s lips. 

"I’m sure you’ll do great just be yourself and pretend no ones watching" You whispered against her lips pulling the mask down again. You turned to your camera and laptop seeing your reflection on the screen in front of you. Natasha wore a pair of faded jeans and a black wife beater making showing off her muscular build; looking at you you almost felt uncomfortable at your lack of clothing only wearing a matching set of white lingerie with small strawberries on them. "Are you ready?"

"I’m ready" she stated and you could see the excitement in her eyes after all Natasha wasn’t thought she was dreaming when out of all people you stood in the kitchen of your 2 days ago father. She had never meet you before after all you spend most of your time away at uni only coming home for the holidays or breaks. She happened to visit too in your two week visit in the summer break. She knew your face, of course she did, it was the face she jerked off to every night. You stood lend against the counter looking ever so innocent as your sweet lips curl into a smile as you spoke with your father; if he would only knew what his daughter was doing on the internet. And now she sat on your bed ready to experience everything with you. 

"The safe word is read" She reminded you "I won’t listen to stop sweetheart" You nodded turning to the laptop to press the record button starting the life stream. You sat back next to Nat as you saw the first few messages flooding in. 

Winter_Solidier: A guest? 

User85477439: Why the long wait?

User36298696: We missed you

You read out loud. "Umm… yes I’ve thought we spice it up with our guest here" Natasha nodded smirking under her mask you still weren’t quite comfortable doing this in front of a camera which made you so appealing to her, as if there was still a sense of innocence in you. 

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"Show them your pretty little tits bunny" Natasha smirked rolling er thumbs over your erected nipples. She held you to her chest, your back laying against her chest as she showed off your chest to the camera as you made pathetic noises in response. "Good girl" You moaned she had been teasing you seemingly endlessly never moving away from your breasts. Natasha glanced onto the screen reading through the messages

Denver-C donated $50: stop teasing her fuck her already 

User839236973: bring the guest more often 

"Mommy please" You whined out grinding against the air in desperate to find some kind of friction. "What’s the matter bunny you need to use your big girl words" You huffed throwing your head back as she twisted your already over stimulated nipples. "I- I need you" you whined your hips still buckling as Nat chuckled. "But I’m having so much fun you’re so sensitive" she taunted you "Wanna try making you cum just by your nipples" You shook your head winning in disagreement not expecting Nat to be so cruel. 

"Your viewers are betraying you" she laughed "They all want to see if you can cum from your tits" You were soaked as your juices were sticking to your thighs already. Natasha changed your position laying you down on the soft cushion as she latched on your breasts biting and tugging on them. You started to clench around nothing and your moans grew louder "Mhm mommy- ’m close" She chuckled before biting down again "Does my baby want to cum? Should I let you come" she whispered agist your skin "I think you wear good girl cum for me sweet girl" You didn’t need more to release your climaxing a scream soaking your panties in your cum. 

"Look at that baby, you made a mess all over the sheets" She chuckled hooking her fingers into your panties and pulling them your soft legs. "Such a messy girl" she coo’d against your soft skin. She manhandled you to sit in he lap again showing off your cunt to the camera keeping your legs spread with her her strong hands. "Don’ be shy baby girl show them what you’ve got"

"Natasha please" you pleaded, wanting nothing more then to be filled up by the older woman "What sweetheart, you need to use your words" You whined out, why had she to be so cruel. "I need you, fingers, cock I don’ care I need it now." She laughed at your desperate state "Should I let her have it?" She asked your viewers who are flooding the chat with donations or messages. 

"You got lucky sweetheart your chat is feeling generous" One of Natasha’s fingers trailed down to your gapping hole plugging it. She groans feeling how tight you actually were. You felt even better than she had imagined it. She started to move inside of you the heel of her hand rubbing over you clit. She stroked over your G- spot deciding to add a second finger to prepare you for her cock. 

She moved in and out pushing her fingers repeatedly into your tight heat. You threw your head back on her shoulder whimpering in her ear. "Are you close bunny" She coo’d and you nodded "Cum bunny cum for me" You climaxed over her hands your juices tripping down her hands. She brought up her fingers to your lips. "Open up bunny" Natasha pushed two finger down your throat making your eyes water. 

After she let you lick our own slick off her fingers her removed her hands from her mouth letting you catch your breath. She removed her jeans leaving them to pile at her ankles to tuck her boxers to her mid thigh revealing her lengthy hard on standing proud against her stomach. You were in an awe as you watched her jerk a few timer over her length before looking at you. 

"You can take that right?" You nodded still feeling a bit unsure she was bigger than anything you had taken yet. You strangled her lap Natasha gripping your hip to help you sink down on her cock. You felt a delicious stretch as Natasha bottomed you out. She let you adjust to her grit before you started to roll your hips. "Jus’ like that bunny" She moaned feeling your thighs heat against her shaft. "Good girl" 

She moved her hand from your hip to her to your breast rolling her thumbs over our overstimulated nipples. You had your hands on her shoulders moving your hips up and down moaning in pure lust. You knew she was just as close as you were. She started to thrust up desperate for an release inside of you. The thought of calming you with her seed inside of your womb made her go crazy. 

"Fuck" She panted "I’m gonna fucking cum inside of you, gonna fucking claim they tight littl’ pussy" With a last moan you came with her, your orgasms being triggered by the feeling of her painting your insides white. She had an iron grip on your hips to keep your hips moving to help you through your orgasm. You whimpered in overstimulation as she pulled you from her cocks showing of the mess between your legs. She sound of the donations was annoying her so she decided to hit the stop button taking care of you instead of further entertaining the creeps on the internet. 

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"You’re gonna be a str Tasha they are loving you" you said in an awe as you scrolled through the comments of your lifestream. You laid in her arms as she kissed your temple. "I have to say it has a little kick" She smirked "But maybe I’ll Just keep you for myself Now" 

:)

I do not own these characters all rights go to Marvel

[chrisevansonly]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐫𝐮𝐞’𝐬 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜 1)

𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s your little girls first time experiencing snow and charles couldn’t be more excited to share that with her and with you

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: non super fluffy!!

𝐀/𝐍: HAPPY HOLIDAY SEASON!!!! omg i’m so excited for this christmas celebratory little fanfic party time!! i love christmas and what better way to start it off than dad! charles 🥰🥰

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Lyla Marie Pascale Leclerc was quite honestly the cutest little five month, almost six month old in the whole world, and of course as her mother and father you both weren’t being biased at all.

She was a late summer baby so when the holiday season began to come around Charles couldn’t help but become more excited at the fact that his little angel would be experiencing her first snow. Not to mention her first Christmas and you’ll admit you’d been getting in the spirit and looking forward to it, but Charles, well he took it to another level

“Lyla, regarde maman mon ange…” (lyla, look at mommy my angel)

You stood in front of Lyla, your phone out as she sat in the snow, her hands hitting the ground as she squealed happily

“Are you enjoying the snow baby girl?”

Honestly her squeals could cure anyone’s sadness, especially as she looked up at her father, Charles melting as she reached up at him

“Is it cold? You ready for papa to carry you around again?”

“She noticed you weren’t busy enough, you’re back to carrying duties my love”

Charles smiled, picking her up off the ground before coming over to you so he could place a kiss to your lips, Lyla whining as you got the attention she wanted

“Oh was maman stealing papa’s kisses? I’m sorry little love” you cooed softly kissing her forehead, effectively returning the smile to her face, that only amplified as Charles pressed kisses around her face

“Maman is all left out now..”

At the sound of the slight drop in your voice, your little girl looked at you her lips forming into a pout before she reached for you, your eyes softening as you took her and kissed her cheek

“Aw je t’aime tellement mon petit amour, merci bébé” (aw i love you so much my little love, thank you baby )

Charles was more than happy to watch the two of you cuddle up together, there was nothing more he loved than spending time with his girls, and now having the winter break, he had all the time in the world to spend with you two before heading back to pre season testing in February.

While you continued walking throughout the park, Charles picked up some snow and molded it into a snowball, bringing it over and holding it out to Lyla, causing more happy squeals to come from her

“This is a snowball princess…you throw it anywhere you want, here try it”

The little girl looked at her father as she took the snowball, obvious confusion in her eyes before she threw it, the best a five month old can, landing straight on Charles’s chest, his mouth dropping in faux shock

“Well done my love!! You got papa!” you laughed, causing Lyla to follow through, her laughs only getting louder when Charles dramatically fell to ground, snow continuing to fall around him

After a few seconds of squirming you put Lyla down and let her crawl over to her dad, letting her climb onto him and hit his chest, babbling softly until he grabbed her gently and lifted her into the air, more laughter spilling around him as you joined them in the snow.

The same spot where Charles once made you fall in a snowstorm 5 years ago on this same day, the day that changed your lives forever and brought two perfect people together, and now you had a daughter to share the love with.

The same spot that love once flourished is the same spot that love still grows…even in the snow…

[babydollmarauders]

WRAPPED UP IN A BOW — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which y/n welcomes Quinn home with a gift

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, praise, oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected). (3.1k words)

notes: welcome to day 8 of the 12 days of kinkmas!

a week. seven days. one hundred and sixty-eight hours.

that’s how long my husband has been out of town.

four road games done and over with and now he’s finally coming home to me.

in retrospect, getting married at the very end of the summer wasn't the best decision Quinn and i have ever made. with no time for a honeymoon before he had to be back in Vancouver for training camp, and then hockey season starting, we've had barely any time to relax and bask in the joy of being newlyweds.

which may be why i'm feeling particularly in the holiday spirit. one more home game and then we get almost an entire week to laze around, celebrate the holidays, and just enjoy the life of being newly married.

i’ve spent the last three days decorating our apartment; a wreath on the front door, our tree with ornaments hung gently on the branches, mistletoe over every doorway. miscellaneous holiday themed trinkets are scattered throughout our home.

but my favorite part of the past few days isn’t the decor, or the music i’ve had blasting, or even the christmas cookies i baked. rather, it’s the idea that popped into my head while shopping for all of the said decor online; when i found a body bow.

and after numerous hours, which were impatiently waited through, and countless youtube tutorials, i sit perched upon the end of my bed, wrapped snugly in the red satin bow.

my breasts are tied high and taut, pushed together tightly by the soft fabric and half covered by the oversized bow; while a strip of the satin reaches over one shoulder and through my legs. technically, all intimate areas are covered, but with one tug of the bow, it would all unravel, leaving me naked and ready. a present for my husband to enjoy.

my eyes are glued to my phone, Quinn’s location dancing across the screen, getting closer and closer to our apartment with each passing second.

it’s not often that i would be awake so late, waiting up for him. often times, i’m asleep when he gets back from a roadie, only waking up when i feel his strong arms wrap around me in bed.

as his location pings at our apartment complex, my heart beat rises in my chest, excitement pulling at my every atom. i’m shaky, phone haphazardly tossed onto my nightstand before i get into position; legs crossed and my weight leaned back on my hands.

it feels as though time is dragging on, towing through metaphorical mud. seconds feel like hours as i wait to hear him enter our apartment.

all the lights are off leading into our room, adding to the illusion that he’ll find me fast asleep.

i’m so lost in thought, knees bouncing in exhilaration, that it isn’t until i hear footsteps bounding down the hall that i realize he’s arrived. blood whirls in my ears, my skin heating up at the mere thought of his touch.

“no, she’s probably asleep.” his words carry through the echoey hallway, “Jack, i’m not waking my wife so you can ask her relationship advice. just call her tomorrow.”

i bite back a laugh as i listen to the one sided conversation with his brother. Quinn’s voice turns hushed as he gets closer to our bedroom, obviously attempting not to ‘wake’ me.

the doorknob twists, the door creaking open to display my husband. his head is down, phone pressed to his ear as he carries his road bag into the room. even from here i can see the crease thats formed between his threaded brows, dark bags accentuated under his green eyes.

he turns, gently closing the door behind him with minimal noise, but when he turns back around, his eyes meet mine. his eyes widen, lips parting with a gentle huff of air before he mutters a quick parting to his brother.

“i gotta go, just call her tomorrow.” the call is quickly hung up, his phone set on the dresser with his bag, never breaking eye contact.

“welcome home.” i watch with a crooked smirk as his eyes rake over my figure, slowly dragging down my body before scanning his way back up.

“fucking shit.”

a giggle rises up my throat at his curse, his steps towards me hurried. he sinks down to his knees, eyeing the intricate bow that graces my body. with his hands finding my knees, he carefully pulls my legs apart so that he can fit between them.

“shit, baby,” he pauses, teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a moment, “this all for me?”

i nod, peering down at him with the most innocent eyes that i can summon.

“mhm,” my tone is quiet but sultry, “played so well, and i missed you so much.”

he stands, towering over me now with a dark expression, his pupils blown out in lust.

“yeah? you missed me?” he questions, coaxing a nod of my head, “how bad?”

“so bad, Quinny.” i whine, hands grasping at his tie.

“did you touch yourself? you push your fingers into your pretty pussy? imagine they were mine as you made yourself cum in our bed?”

his words elicit a broken whimper from my throat, my eyelids fluttering as he wraps a hand around the back of my neck, forcing me to tip my head up to him.

“did you imagine my head between your thighs?” his voice drops, “my tongue licking your wet cunt? making you scream?”

my legs are shaking to close, to clench together and bring some much needed relief to my soaked core; but his body blocks me from doing so.

“yes.” i breathe out, eyes closing as he dips down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss.

his tongue slips past my parted lips, the result of a sudden gasp after his fingers curl into my hair, tugging just slightly.

the kiss is messy and deep, tongue’s tangling and pushing against each other, and when he pulls away, saliva coats my lips.

“lay back, baby.”

i drop back at his demand, hair sprawling across the soft mattress behind my head, and watch as best i can as my husband lowers back down to his knees until i can no longer see him.

it’s not but a second later that i feel his soft lips brush against my inner thigh, kissing a path up my leg. an unignorable pulse sparks between my thighs, thumping harder with each kiss, as he gets closer and closer to my wet heat.

wanton moans break the silence of the room, my body quivering with lustful anticipation; but before he can reach the spot in which i need him most, he pulls back, steadily repeating the process on the opposite leg.

a muted whine pulls from my lips as he shifts his path, bypassing my covered core and kissing up my torso. our eyes lock in a heated exchange, neither set looking away, as his open mouthed kisses reach an end, the oversized bow blocking his path.

but just when i think he’ll back away, he captures one tail of the bow between his teeth, slowly pulling back to unravel the satin knot. the glossy fabric falls off my chest, pooling around my body, revealing my bare breasts. my nipples are peaked with desire, stiffened by a mixture of lust and the cold air.

Quinn stares down at me, admiring my exposed figure, before he continues his journey, pressing wet kisses up my sternum. as he reaches my throat, he begins sucking, teeth grazing against my skin before he presses his tongue against it, pulling away to blow cool air against the spot.

shivers travel down my spine, my back arching up into him as he finally presses his lips against mine once more.

“so beautiful.” he mumbles, his hot breath fanning across my lips, swollen and indented with the mark of my teeth.

dragging himself back down to his knees, my jaw slackens as his breath hits my core.

“you’re dripping for me, baby.”

his tongue darts out, licking a slow stripe up my cunt, and my head tips back further into the mattress, my legs pulled over his shoulders as he groans.

“you really are a fucking gift.” he growls, his fingertips tightening in a bruising grip on my thighs.

my breath catches in my throat, blood rushing to my head as his tongue flattens against my clit. he wiggles it back and forth, softly playing with the bud of nerves.

my hands fly forward, tangling into the fluffy waves of hair that fall onto his forehead. as his tongue tenses, trailing down to flick into my entrance, he spreads my wetness, earning a harsh tug of his hair.

my grip coaxes a laugh of confidence from my husband, his chuckles reverberating through my core, and a screamed cry of pleasure echoes off of our bedroom walls, his name falling from my lips like a solemn prayer.

“Quinn, please,” i whimper, a single digit swiping through my wetness and making my voice falter into a high pitched moan.

“doing so well for me, baby.” his praises set my skin alight, heartbeat thumping in my throat.

his middle finger delves slowly into me, curling up into my g-spot as his lips enclose gently around my clit. pumping in, he slowly gets me ready, slipping his index finger in when he deems me lubricated enough.

my thighs close around his head, his free hand snaking his way around to push my leg open, a choked sob of arousal leaving my throat.

i can feel my orgasm creeping up on me, my stomach tying in knots as my eyes roll back.

suckling at my clit, he rolls it softly between puckered lips, his fingers alternating between hooking upwards and scissoring my cunt, slowly stretching me out and preparing me for his cock.

as his fingers speed and his tongue begins to circle and flick against my clit, my legs shake, hands gripping tighter into his hair while curses fall from my lips.

“Quinn,” tears gather along my waterline at the immense wave of pleasure that rolls through my body, “oh my god, right there!”

the tips of his fingers push against my g-spot with every thrust, my back arching as i can feel myself get closer and closer to the edge.

my husband moans, vibrations carrying through my core and spurring me over the edge. my walls tighten around his fingers, trapping them inside of me, and my hips grind against his soft lips as i reach my release.

heavy breathing sounds through the room as i lay back in ecstasy, recovering from my intense orgasm. pulling his cum coated fingers from my dripping pussy, Quinn’s lips pull away from my swollen clit with a pop.

“you taste like heaven.” he hums, coaxing my eyes to open, watching him suck his fingers clean of my release.

“Quinny,” i breathe out, hands reaching out to pull him forward by his tie as he rises from his knees, “i need you.”

“i’m right here, pretty girl.” he gruffs, a hand resting on the bed next to my head, holding himself up as he hovers above me.

he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the spot where my jawline meets my ear. trailing up until he reaches my chin, he suddenly diverts, his lips meeting mine in a gentle kiss.

our lips dance together, his free hand grazing up my body until he reaches my breasts. his thumb rubs over my stiffened nipple, circling it lightly before pinching, the stark contrast drawing a moan from deep within my throat.

i can feel his erection pressing against my upper thigh, my hips jolting up into his in order try and relieve some tension.

pushing lightly at his chest, Quinn immediately backs away, worry filling his eyes, “what’s wrong? did i do something?”

rather than answer, i sit up, beginning to untie his tie. i pull it free from his collar before my hands push at his suit jacket.

“take it off,” i whine as my hands fumble, “all of it, Quinn. i need you. i need to see you.”

his hand cups my cheek, thumb rubbing over my cheekbone as he chuckles, eyes looking into mine.

“get up on the pillows,” he gruffs, watching with fervor as i follow his command, kicking the long forgotten satin fabric off the bed and onto the floor. “good girl.”

sitting with my back propped on the pillows, i watch my husband undress; his suit jacket tossed on the dresser, his button up dropped to the floor as well as the undershirt, before finally the clink of his belt sounds through the silent room.

i admire his upper body as he undresses, mentally praising all the hard work and training that’s led to his muscular arms and tight physique. my mouth waters and i yearn to press kisses to his pale torso, but i stay rooted in my spot, knowing better than to move.

fully naked, his cock stands tall, fully erect with a pink tip, precum beading at the slit, and i don’t think before my hand reaches out, wrapping around his length as he crawls over me.

i squeeze just slightly, my thumb running over his tip and spreading the precum, earning a hiss of satisfaction from my husband.

“stop,” he groans, vocal chords tight, “you want me to fuck you, right?”

i peer up at him with innocence, nodding my head quickly.

“then don’t be a greedy little slut,” my hand drops at his words, allowing him to take a deep breath, “hands and knees, baby.”

i scramble into position, craning my neck to watch his facial expressions as he grabs his base, guiding his cock through the lubricant of my residual cum.

my body shivers as he glides himself through my slick folds, wetting his dick thoroughly. he slides over clit, my legs instantly wobbling as i make a silent squeak.

“Quinn,�� my voice shakes, but before i can continue, he’s pushing into me, my back contorting as he runs a hand over my spine.

“that’s it, baby,” he coos after i let out a loud moan, “take it like a good girl.”

i reach back with one hand, desperately grappling behind me for his touch. my request is granted when he grabs my hand, holding it in earnest as his other holds my hip.

“fuck me,” i cry, pushing backwards to sheath him entirely inside of me, “please, i need you to fuck me.”

Quinn clicks his tongue against his teeth, my head hanging forward as he stills, teasing me. i part my lips to begin begging again, but he silences me quick, pulling entirely out before slamming back into me.

he drops my hand in favor of gripping both hips, fucking into me with harsh and unforgiving thrusts.

my arms feel like jello beneath me, quivering with every graze of his tip against my g-spot, until finally i fall to my elbows.

his thighs smack against mine, each thrust pushing me further up the bed until i have to place my palms on the headboard, keeping me steady as my knees dig into the memory foam mattress.

“so fucking wet,” he grunts, pulling my focus to the lewd sounds of his cock sliding through my wetness, “my pretty fucking wife, so ready for me; so easy to please.”

i whine at the use of ‘wife’, the title still bringing goosebumps to the top of my flesh.

“yours,” i gasp, eyes rolling back as he slows his strokes, angling his hips for his cock to run over my g-spot, “all yours. your wife.”

“yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he breathes, “you like being my wife? you like letting me fuck you and call you mine? forever.”

his hand slides to my front, sprawling over my stomach before dipping down to let his finger apply pressure to my pulsing clit.

“yes!” i squeal, hips jerking from the pleasure, “yes, Quinn, yes!”

his finger draws circles on my clit, thrusts speeding as i clench around him.

“who am i?”

my stomach fills with pressure, toes curling as my hair falls into my face.

“my husband!” i scream, legs shaking underneath me.

his finger never relents, my overworked clit tingling, and i can barely stutter out that i’m close before he’s leaning forward, pressing kisses to my sweat coated back.

his soft lips against my heated skin send me over the edge, my eyes drawing shut as i let out an intense breathy moan. my walls clench but his thrusts never ease, only fucking into me with more intensity as he chases his own high, and within a minute, he finds it.

his hips falter, his grip tightening on my hips as he lets out a strangled cry, ropes of cum spilling out of him and mingling with my own.

it’s silent as he stops, nothing but heavy pants and the squelching sound of him pulling out, before he lays down, finally allowing me to drop onto my stomach beside him.

a breathy chuckle leaves his lips, my face buried into the pillow beside him, and he reaches over to scoop me into his arms, helping turn my body until my head is resting in the crook of his neck.

“what a welcome home present.” he laughs, still out of breath, and i giggle into his neck.

“figured you might like that.” i yawn, eyes fluttering shut as i rest a hand on his chest, “well worth staying up.”

“hey,” he coos, head back away in order to look at me. i pry my eyes open, staring up into his, “don’t go falling asleep yet, baby. you need a bath.”

i groan, attempting to burrow further into him, “but i’m so tired.”

he rolls his eyes at my drawn out whine, gently nudging me off of him so he can stand up.

“i’m gonna go draw a bath and get some wine. you don’t fall asleep.”

i nod sleepily, pulling myself up in a sitting position to keep myself from dozing off.

it’s not but five minutes later that Quinn returns, helping me into his arms and carrying me into the bathroom. he sets me down into the hot water of the bubble bath, grabbing the wine glasses off the counter and handing them to me before he slips in behind me, taking his glass back.

having out a deep sigh, i relax into his chest, his free arm wrapping around the front of my waist.

“so,” i start, making him laugh at my tired tone, “how was the trip?”

[leclercdreams]

hi! can i get an imagine in which max v is taking care of the reader after an appendix removal surgery?

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ❘❘ 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯

pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

warnings: None really, just overall fluff, Max being a protective and caring partner

word count: 1.42K

a/n: All information was found on google, and translations are from google as well (despite me being able to read Dutch, I can't spell it or speak it really) ENJOY!! ps, Yes I am using summer break again.

Getting surgery wasn't exactly how you wanted your summer break to start, it was the only time you really got to spend with your fiancé. Max had a busy schedule all the time due to his job, one he loved and one you had come to love just as much.

Just three days before you both were due to meet your family in Ibiza for a holiday to relax and unwind you sadly had to call them to cancel. Now two days later you were led into the uncomfortable hospital bed having gone into emergency surgery to get your appendix removed.

Max was moving around the room freely while packing your things, you were allowed to go home if you made sure to not overwork yourself and take it easy for at least two to four weeks to let yourself heel. You could after a few days go on the holiday you two wanted to go on if you could get him to agree.

“Schatje, Are you listening?” Walking over to your side you looked up at Max and have him a sheepish smile shaking your head while he helped you sit up. “No, sorry. What did you say, love?” Taking a seat on the bed he grabbed your hand softly and placed the earrings you always wore in your hand that you had to take off for surgery, wincing slightly when you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “And my ring?”

Your engagement ring was one of your most prized possessions, it was made specifically for you and if you could recall correctly Victoria had told you he spent almost six months of planning, choosing every little detail on the ring before your engagement. You loved everything about it and about the man who put it on your finger there to stay, only the matching wedding band missing that he had safe and hidden at home.

Sending you a smile he stood once again and reached into the tiny pocket of his jeans pulling out the shiny piece of jewelry. Grabbing your left hand he slid it onto your finger and kissed your hand. “Right where it belongs. Are you ready to go home?” “I’m more than ready, lover.” Helping you out of bed and into the wheelchair he handed you your pillow, and one of the bags while he slung the other one over his shoulder.

Covering your body with some of his merch you had loved since the first time you got it, the perks of dating at the time, and being one of the models for the photos meant you got whatever you wanted. Though you preferred to wear his hoodies just to have his scent with you.

“Mum said she and the family will still join your parents on holiday so it doesn’t go to waste. I’m sorry you have to spend your break stuck with me.”

Rolling his eyes he leaned down and kissed your head while wheeling you out waving at the doctor and some of the nurses. “It’s not a bother for me, and I have been thinking about what you said schatje, if you feel better and ready to move around we can go on a little holiday before the season starts back up.

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You had never been so happy to be back in your shared apartment in Monaco, though you missed the gloomy weather of England you would move anywhere if it meant you got to be with him.

Grateful, would be one word to describe what you felt to have him in your life, before going home he had stopped anywhere to get what you needed before helping you get comfortable on the sofa in his gaming room when arriving home. You didn’t want him to change all of his plans so while you were there still with him as he insisted you were within hearing distance and to keep his eye on you.

He was about to go on a streak with Lando, the two continuing the antics they had started during the lockdown. “You sure you have everything?” Giggling at his worry and the frown that adorned his handsome face you reached out to where he was sitting on the edge of the sofa and placing your hand on his cheek. “I’m fine handsome, you enjoy your time with Lan, I’ll be here enjoying my own thing.” Nodding he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your soft ones, returning the kiss eagerly you poured when he pulled away.

“Just one more?” Chuckling he pressed his lips to yours again, sighing softly you relaxed and pulled away kissing his nose and looking into the beautiful blue eyes, the shade of blue that had become your favourite after the years. “Go on, I have my shows to catch up on, I’m behind on Love Island.” Humming he kissed your cheek and got up taking a seat on his chair. You had only placed one of your earphones in so that you could steal everything.

About an hour into the stream your ears perked up when you heard your name fall from your fiancé’s lips, “Y/n is doing very well, sorry for not getting back to you all I’ve spent my time taking care of her. She’ll be up and at it again in no time.” Smiling softly you turned your head to where he was waving at the camera that clearly showed where you were comfortable on n the sofa laptop on your lap. Looking over his shoulder he smiled and looked back in front of him.

When it came to nighttime and you had to take a shower you wanted to let out a loud groan, you weren’t quite sure if you’d be able to wash your dirty hair yourself not wanting to put too much strain on the stitches you had. Hearing a soft knock over the running water you looked into the mirror seeing Max enter.

“Did you read my mind?” “That would be pretty cool, but no, I was actually listening to the doctor when she came to talk to you.” You could feel your cheeks flame up while looking away from him, humming you got into the shower standing under the water thankful for the waterproof bandaid covering the small cut.

Not even minutes later you could feel his hands running down your arms, lips pressing against the soft skin of the shell of your ear a shiver running down your spine. “Need some help?” Turning your head to the side you sent him a smile and pecked his lips. “Please, my love.”

Wetting your hair you forced yourself not to let out any noise when you felt his fingers massage the shampoo into your scalp. There were many things that could be heaven on earth this was one of yours, he wasn’t working too hard on your scalp but also not too soft.

Staying in the shower for as long as you could you both got ready side by side, since he got with you Max had gotten into a nighttime routine, though it was much shorter and simpler than yours he left the en-suite with a kiss to your wet hair you wanted to leave to dry naturally to get the bed ready.

Replying to your mother and his that you were doing okay and you had the best carer in the world taking care of you. He was by your side when you got into bed wincing at the uncomfortable feeling, but when you settled in you sighed and waited for your lover to return to your side.

When he turned off the lights and slipped into bed next to you moving closer he turned on his side and paved his head close to tears his arm going around you careful not to put too much pressure on you. A kiss on your shoulder made you snap out of your daydream and look at him.

“Thank you, for taking care of me and for helping me, for being here, and for loving me. I love you so much.” Drawing patterns on your exposed skin he smiled and lifted his arm up resting on his elbow while he leaned down and peppered your face with kissed your nose scrunching up.

“I love you more schatje. I’d do anything and everything for you always. Now get some rest so you can heal and we can have a short holiday, yeah?”

Letting out a soft laugh you nodded and kissed him one last time moving closer to him wanting to be as close as you possibly could, maybe the surgery won’t stop all of your plans after all.

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Cruel Summer - Part 7

Warnings: Unprotected sex, rough sex, language, public sex if you squint?

A/N: I’m out enjoying the holiday but needed to celebrate the more important holiday, Cruel Summer Monday 🥺 Forgive the formatting or lack thereof. I’ll fix it tomorrow!! Enjoy your day! 🫶🏻

The Kiszka family was unlike any you had ever encountered. You were constantly trying to keep up with the idiosyncrasies of them all and how they interacted together. There were a few that tripped you up, especially now that you were sneaking around with Sam almost daily.

You knew they all just dropped by Jake’s house as they pleased, since that was the whole reason he added a digital keypad to his home. You had almost been interrupted twice in the duration of your situationship, and both were by Josh.

The same went for Sam’s home- there were no boundaries when it came to visiting each other, and it made you so nervous that you had all but confined the two of you to your apartment. It was nice having him around, so you couldn’t complain. Since he had started staying over most nights, he had brought approximately three houseplants and a hanging flower bed for your balcony.

He was certainly making himself at home, diligently watering his plants and making coffee for the two of you when he woke in the morning. Rosie was comfortable in your home, claiming the foot of your bed as her own when she spent the night. You caught yourself smiling and rolling your eyes affectionately when tidying up your apartment and collecting the countless glasses he left around, always needing a fun drink or a glass of water. You can’t help but laugh as you put them in the sink, “Hydration is VITAL, you know,” echoing in your head.

It’s a warm Friday afternoon and you’re on your way to Sam’s for a barbecue. The four of them had spent the day writing and working, sitting around with guitars in hand or huddled around a phone on speaker making a decision about their upcoming album and tour. It’s clear that spirits are low when you arrive, so after exchanging short greetings with them, you decide to head inside and make them a few drinks to take the edge off.

You call on Josh, who seems to be the least grumpy of the four of them slumped on the lawn furniture, and ask him to help you in the kitchen. He obliges, making his way to you and graciously accepting two of the glasses. He sips one and sighs, murmuring a quiet, “Oh, that’s good.”

You lead the way out to the yard; Josh walks to deliver a glass to Sam on the other side of the yard as you place the tray on the table and lift one to offer to Danny, taking your own and leaving the last one for Jake to drink when he’s ready. He’s playing a lackadaisical game of fetch with Rosie, tossing her tennis ball lightly whenever she drops it into his lap.

Danny’s got his legs stretched out onto the coffee table, head leaned back and eyes closed. Josh is sitting on the ground, legs crossed, leaning on the table doodling in his notebook. He stops every few minutes to take a sip of his drink. Sam is in the hammock, swaying gently, his drink already empty and the glass sitting in the grass. You observe them all quietly, almost nervously. It would kill you if this was the last time you shared an evening like this with all of them.

“Is anyone hungry yet?” Sam calls, his arms behind his head as he relaxes.

“Yes,” Josh and Jake respond immediately, at the same time. You snicker at their twin synchronization and stand to help Sam. He lights the grill as you work on taking the food out of the fridge and putting it onto platters to make it easier for him to cook.

He slides inside through the door, giving you a soft smile. You watch as he opens the pantry, grabbing the apron on the hook inside the door and putting it over his head.

“Kiss the cook huh?” you ask jokingly, reading the novelty print. “Don’t tempt me.”

He gives a look out of the glass door, making sure his brothers are all occupied before leaning dramatically over the breakfast bar and puckering up. You laugh at his antics, cupping his cheek gently and placing a kiss to his soft lips. It’s short, and you gently pat his cheek to signal he’s not getting another. Instead, you hand him the platter in your hand and simply say, “Chef.”

“Thank you,” he says sweetly, for the kiss and the help, and walks outside once more. Once it’s all set for him, you head back outside to see that the mood has lightened a little, Jake deciding to retire the guitar, Josh controlling the bluetooth. He’s hopping back and forth in front of Rosie, who is jumping, spinning, barking, wagging her tail, all together enthralled by the little man in front of her. He’s letting out some little “woo!” “ooh!” “ah!” “hey!” noises as he dodges her, hopping back and forth, to and fro. You can’t help but laugh as you watch from the patio, standing behind Danny.

“Where does he get the energy?” you ask, and Danny chuckles.

“Fuck if I know.”

It’s then that Josh lets out a high pitched shout. You lift your head to look at him and he’s on the ground, Rosie circling around him.

“You okay?” you ask with a smile, like you’re talking to one of your students. He shakes his head.

“Rolled my ankle and fell on a fucking rock.” He lifts his hand from where it’s touching his knee and there’s some blood.

“Alright, come on…” you say, offering him a hand and escorting him inside. “Let’s get you patched up.” He seems to know exactly what to do, as if he’s used to being taken care of. He sits down on the closed lid of the toilet, leaving his knee out in the open for you to see. You work diligently, washing your hands before opening the medicine cabinet and the doors under the sink to quickly gather everything you’ll need.

When you look at Josh’s face, his brow is a little furrowed.

“How did you know where all that stuff was?” You feel your heart sink, your scalp getting hot. Is he on to you? Why is he suspicious? You have to think of an excuse, and fast.

“Everyone keeps their stuff in the same spots... Where else would someone keep the neosporin and bandaids?” It’s easier to distract yourself and wipe his cut clean than it is to make eye contact with him. He doesn’t respond for a few seconds- instead he hisses at the burn of the antiseptic wipe.

“I guess that’s true.” He chuckles and you feel an immense relief. He chatters on as you finish bandaging him up, not stopping. You eventually finish, patting his shin and standing up.

“Now please. Stop riling up the dog.”

-oOo-

“So then he YELLS,” Sam shouts, enthusiastically telling you a story about the day they all had. Dinner is winding down, a few of you still slowly finishing your meals. Josh interrupts to correct him immediately.

“I didn’t yell, I raised my voice. Am I not allowed to raise my voice?!”

“No, he fucking screamed at the guy.” Jake mumbles calmly into the rim of his glass before taking a sip.

“He really did! I mean it. I swear. He starts laying into the guy. Really giving him a piece of his mind. Fuck this, fuck that, you know how he is when he gets mad,” Sam goes on as you sit back in your chair to sip your wine, eyebrows raised, watching him animatedly talk with his hands and arms as he stands at the head of the table, one leg up on the chair as he goes on.

“I was frustrated,” Josh corrects again, tilting his head with an attitude and a hidden smile before taking a bite off his fork.

“Yeah yeah. So he’s giving him a talking to. And he finally, FINALLY finishes, and the line is dead fuckin’ quiet. Dude wasn’t even THERE, the call fucking DROPPED.” He slams his drink down, laughter erupting from Danny and even a slightly embarrassed Josh.

“And that’s why you were all in a sour mood when I got here?” you ask, standing to get a refill on your wine and flip the record. They go on bickering amongst themselves as you pour, their banter eventually dying down.

Once you make your way to Sam’s record player you flip the vinyl, turning the volume up slightly now that dinner’s over. They begin clearing the table, working together seamlessly as they always do.

All of your options for dance partners are occupied, so you choose the next best option, Rosie. You pat your belly and she gets the hint, hopping up on her hind legs and leaning her front paws on you. You take them in your hands, swaying gently to the music, slow dancing with her from side to side as she wags her tail. You swear her face is the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

What you don’t see is the way Sam is watching you from the spot where he’s standing in the kitchen. His eyes are full of adoration, a happy, blissful grin on his face as he’s frozen in time, committing the moment to memory.

More importantly, you don’t see the way Josh is looking at Sam. He watches his younger brother as he approaches to place two glasses on the counter, but stops moving as if the slightest movement would send the moment crashing down. He takes in Sam’s expression, his eyes following his taller sibling’s gaze to where you’re standing, blissfully unaware, slightly wine drunk and dancing with a dog.

Josh clears his throat when he realizes what’s going on, sending the world spinning on its axis again though Sam could have sworn it was just stopped.

Danny leaves shortly after dinner, eager to call his girlfriend on the drive home. It’s around 10 when Josh reads the room and suggests he and Jake leave, citing his severe exhaustion and need to go to bed immediately. You don’t think twice, but he’s now aware of what’s going on and knows it’s time to go.

“Please text me when you’re home!” you shout from the kitchen as Jake and Josh leave through the front door. You’re doing your best impression of someone who’s leaving soon, nursing the glass of wine in your hand that you said you’d finish before you left. Little do they know, you’re both just waiting for the sound of Josh’s jeep backing out of the driveway.

-oOo-

You’re standing outside of your apartment, your rolling suitcase next to you. They’re late. You can only imagine how difficult it is to get all four of them into a car on time, so it’s not quite a surprise, but you’re still annoyed you woke up so incredibly early. Josh’s jeep flies into the parking lot at 6:47, tires squealing, despite the arranged time being 6:15. Jake jumps out of the back seat to toss your suitcase into the trunk and let you slide into the middle seat, sandwiched between Jake and Sam. You feel nauseous almost immediately, and it doesn’t subside until you arrive at the airport. You’re not sure if that’s due to the lack of coffee, Josh’s driving, or the discomfort of sitting between two brothers you’ve slept with (in the last month.)

The flight is direct, and you’re seated next to a stranger thankfully. You take advantage of the cushy first class seats and nap for most of it, waking for a meal and snack before resting some more. It’s incredibly easy traveling with them- there’s a van waiting for all of you as soon as you grab your luggage from the carousel.

It’s a unique experience sitting with them all in the green room after they sound check, watching them in their element as they decide on a setlist and do their own pre-show rituals. Josh, writing and doodling. Jake strumming quietly on his acoustic, not necessarily practicing, but likely distracting himself. Sam is snacking and drinking, seemingly unphased by the fact they’re playing a show soon. Danny is calm and collected, happy-go-lucky, enjoying a beer while he scrolls on his phone.

Things start to pick up and they split off into their dressing rooms, getting their hair and makeup done. You’re taken by a friendly security guard to your seat in the small venue- there’s a second floor balcony where he leads you to your seat on Jake’s side. It makes sense; when he planned the trip you were still seeing each other. You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the guilt and feelings as you watch the crowd beginning to funnel in. The girls running to the barricade, the way they take pictures of the stage to share what their view is. You smile, not sure how to describe the feeling in your chest. What’s the word for how it feels to have something everyone else wants?

Whatever it is, it only gets worse when they take the stage. The venue is so small that you’re sure they can see you- it’s taking all you have to not sit slack jawed watching them play. You can’t tear your eyes away from Sam’s hair shining in the light, his long fingers effortlessly moving along the frets and keys. The way he has such an air about him as he lounges on the bench, drinking a cocktail makes your head spin. It’s hard to look away.

But when you do, you see Jake. You’re enamored by the confidence he has onstage, as if he didn’t have enough day to day. He’s covered in sweat halfway through, his hair wavy and messy, reminiscent of what it would look like after an hour spent together in bed before he would kiss you goodbye and hop in the shower.

He catches you staring and grins. He makes a show of himself, stepping out to the furthest part of the stage, staring holes into you. He only does it for a minute, not drawing too much attention to you from the fans, but from behind where he’s sitting at the keys, Sam’s on high alert. Your eyes are wide, your cheeks red, your heart beating in your ears somehow louder than the music.

You’re relieved when you’re tapped on the shoulder as Jake takes out his harmonica during the encore. That probably would have stopped your heart if you had to watch it for any longer. The guard pulls you out during the last song so you’ll miss the crowd, which you appreciate. He leaves you in the lower concourses of the venue and you look down the hall at the doors presented to you. You could play it safe and hide in the green room, or sneak into a dressing room. The only question is whose.

-oOo-

“I didn’t think I’d find you here..” you hear, almost a purr from behind you. You sit up straight, whipping around to look at the dressing room door.

He strolls in, shutting and locking the door behind him. He’s shimmering with sweat, his hair sticking to his face, his pants unbuttoned. You’re silent, taking all of him in. He’s radiating confidence, glowing, yet stoic. He stands at the vanity of the dressing room, using a towel to wipe his forehead.

“C’mere.” It’s a short, mumbled command, and your body immediately obeys. You make your way towards him, slightly wary of what he’s going to say and do.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He’s not even looking at you, sipping his drink, looking around the room.

Your reply is weak and absolutely dripping with guilt. “I did.”

His hand reaches up to push your hair from behind your ear, his finger trailing down your chest as he lowers it again.

“Looked like it.” He lets out a huff of a laugh, unsmiling.

“I-... I was…” You’re cut off when a strong hand grips your chin and jaw. He’s looking directly in your eyes now, his stare intense and laced with mischief.

“You were what?” He smirks just the slightest bit. “Go ahead, lie. Tell me you weren’t watching him. My brother.”

You take a shaky breath, your heart racing. “Sam…” is all you can let out, pleading, though you’re not sure what you’re pleading for.

His eyes look you up and down- he takes in your tight patent leather skirt, the way the high waist hugs you just right, and the low cut, ripped fender t shirt across your chest.

“You miss him?” His hand goes to your waist, grazing along your figure. “Wanna go down the hall and then come back to me when you’re done? You like him better?” You try and shake your head in his grasp. He chuckles at the way you’re reacting to his touch. “You want him?”

You’re absolutely stunned at the side of him you’re seeing right now. The drinks he’s had onstage have mixed with the high of performing and the jealousy over Jake to create the most dangerous cocktail. You feel heat pooling between your thighs. You’re so red and flustered you’re sure he can tell what he’s doing to you.

“No.” It’s a whisper. You’re treading carefully.

He leans close to you, his lips on the shell of your ear. “Who do you want?”

“You,” you say, almost a whine, frustrated that he even has to ask. At your word, he spins you around, his hand pushing your head down to bend you over the vanity. You look at his reflection, his dark eyes taking in the sight of you from this angle. He slides your tight skirt up slowly, his eyes never leaving your body. You can’t look away from his face, his eyes, the way he drinks in every inch of you.

When your skirt’s out of the way, he stares for a second longer, a palm resting on the roundest part of your ass.

“You sure?” He’s being a smartass now, his smile sly. You nod eagerly in response.

He doesn’t like that answer, because he smacks your ass, taking you completely off guard. “Words.”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure. I’m sure. You, Sammy. It’s you.” Your words spill from your lips like an urgent prayer, full of need and desperation.

It’s all he needs to hear. He quickly pulls down his pants, then all but rips your panties down and they land on the floor.

He’s up against you in just a second, one hand in your hair, the other around himself, running himself past your entrance with a cold-hearted chuckle. “You get all wet watching my brother onstage?”

“No, nononono.” You’re watching his face in the reflection as he’s looking down at himself about to enter you.

“Then what was it?” He continues teasing you, holding back what you want and at this point, need.

“It’s all for you. Just you.”

“You like when I’m a little mean? Ruins your panties when I treat you like a little slut?” He tugs on your hair, wanting an answer. You nod against his hold on you, backing yourself up against him, trying not to cry out. He hums, as if he’s pleased with what he’s done to you.

It’s the greatest relief when he starts to press inside you, sliding in with a smooth, slow thrust of his hips. You can’t look away from his face in the mirror; his brows are knitted, his hair falling in his face, his eyes are closed as he takes in the feeling of you around him. You’re left breathless at the way his pinkened lips part, a delicious moan falling from them once he’s settled deep inside you.

He stays still for a moment before his eyes open and he gradually pulls out of you, the slow drag of him pulling a whimper from your lips. He snaps his hips, knocking all the air out of you, pulling you up by your hair.

“You better stay quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” If you couldn’t see it in the mirror, you could have heard his smirk. He picks up a moderate pace, just the way he knows you like, and you bite your lip trying to keep any noises from escaping. It’s like you’ve been waiting forever to feel him, pining for the feeling of him stretching and filling you, but it’s only been a few hours. You don’t think you’ll ever stop craving him.

He’s moving consistently, his hold on your hair pulling you back to meet him. The pressure of the angle sends him dragging over the sweetest spot inside you, already nudging you towards the edge. You know it’s not going to be that easy tonight. You can see the madness in his eyes. The only sounds you hear are the voices of the crew working outside the door, boxes and crates being pushed and wheeled around, and the obscene sound of his hips meeting yours, wet, lewd sounds giving away how much you’re enjoying yourself.

“You’re getting so tight, pretty girl,” he murmurs quietly, the words leaving his lips with a smug smile. “You think you deserve it?”

Your eyes are pleading and desperate, begging him through the mirror. “Please…”

He pulls out of you in a flash, spinning around and lifting you onto the vanity. You lean your weight back on your hands, looking down to watch as he rushes to sheathe himself back inside.

“Want you to look at me when you cum,” he mumbles, his hands squeezing your upper thighs so tightly you’re sure they’re bruising. You’re looking down at him thrusting inside you when he smacks the outside of your thigh, hard. Your eyes shoot up to his face, pupils blown out. “I said, look at me.”

You don’t dare look away now, his flushed face determined as he stares down at you, so close to cumming. Your eyes don’t leave him until you hear it- four loud pounds on the door.

“We’re going to the busses, let’s GO!”

It’s Jake’s voice. Your eyes are panicked and wide, but Sam ignores him and doesn’t stop. He leans down close to you, the angle sending him deeper inside you. You’re absolutely unable to keep quiet, whimpers escaping your throat with every thrust.

“You better.. Stay fucking quiet…” he pants, his necklace dangling in your face as he drives you closer to your peak. “I’m not done with you.”

The pounding on the door comes again. “LET’S GO, ASSHOLE.” He doesn’t let up. You’re about to cum and know you can’t stay quiet.

“I’m-... I’m-” You try to tell him quietly, hoping he’ll save you and slow down, keeping you crying out and ruining it all.

“I’m a little fucking busy,” Sam yells back at the door as he pounds into you, picking up his pace. You gasp for air and you’re falling over the edge.

A sound starts to escape you, but before it gets out, Sam’s middle and ring fingers are shoved in your mouth, partially down your throat, his face close to yours. Your eyes are panicked as you’re no longer able to breathe.

“Quiet.” He seethes through his teeth as the banging on the door starts again. You’re clenching around him, unable to breathe, eyes squeezed shut. Your hands are gripping his forearm for leverage, nails sinking down into his soft skin and marking him red. It’s a gift to watch his face, his eyes squeezing shut as he finishes with you, his hand eventually leaving your mouth and coming down to your shoulder, pulling you closer against him. He breathes heavily against your cheek, spilling inside you with quiet, strained moans for only you to hear.

He catches his breath, holding you close, staying inside you just a bit longer. He grabs a towel to clean you up, being extra cautious.

“Careful. I didn’t take my fucking… stage pants off… wardrobe will kill me..” He backs up, laughing and murmuring as he steps out of them with some difficulty and lays them over the chair beside him.

You take a second to adjust, realizing… it’s Sam. He’s himself again, and you smile sweetly up at him. You’re sure your mascara is running and your hair a wreck, and when you turn to check your appearance and pull your skirt down, you see you’re correct. It takes some effort and Sam’s hairbrush to get you back to almost normal, and by the time you’re done, he’s in his plaid comfy pants and a white t shirt.

“You okay?” he asks, cupping your cheek and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“More than okay.” You reach on your tiptoes to kiss him again, punctuating the statement.

“I’m gonna go kick Jake’s ass. Maybe… sneak into the green room while you have a second, yeah?” He places a kiss on your cheek before flying out the door. You give him a few seconds before popping your head out, looking both ways, and heading down the hall.

Part 8

[fizzyginfizz]

Holiday

For @hinnymicrofic - prompt 16 - "Holiday"

Postponed three times, they knew the holiday was now or never.

Salty ocean air dampened the balcony railing beneath Harry’s white-knuckled grip.

Now or never… but neither of them wanted to be here. Ginny weak, frail, a shell of her former self; Harry’s mood an inner tempest, a guilt-ridden storm of crashing self-loathing.

Yet, his angst was mocked by cheery sunshine, balmy breezes and a delicate azure sea lapping the shore with shy temerity, barely a wave in its glass.

“Harry?” His name was a breathy wheeze, chased by her choked retching.

His body tensed, readying to battle something that couldn’t be fought, only endured.

“Harry!”

He spun, pushing through the French doors into the bungalow where his ailing wife, once so vibrant, so vivacious she threatened to outshine the sun, lay limp on the bamboo sofa.

“You’re brooding. I can feel your brooding all the way in here,” Ginny whimpered, wiping her mouth with a limp hand that fell back on the obscenely cheerful tropical print cushions beneath her. “Broody pulses of self-loathing make me queasy.”

Harry knelt next to her, taking her hand. The tiny golden freckles that popped in the summer were almost imperceptible. Freckles weren’t what one noticed, anyway. His fingers stroked over skin stretched tight across the bones of her wrists, which stuck out with obscene frailty.

“Hey,” he said tentatively. “How are you feeling?”

She pushed her dull hair off her sweaty forehead. It no longer resembled dripping silk. Brittle straw with broken ends trailed across her cheek, the bones pronounced beneath the purple circles stained around her eyes.

Bloody hell, she had lost so much weight. She wouldn’t survive this. She couldn’t-

Her frail little hand formed a fist and she socked him in the shoulder.

“Stop looking at me like I’m dying. I’m not dying.”

Harry, finally broke. His anger, his sense of injustice exploded.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Everyone, everyone lied to us!”

“I know,” she nodded, wearily. “’Zhere is nuzzing like ze feeling of grow-hing a new life eenside you,” Ginny muttered. “Lies.” Then, she gagged again into a pail she kept close with the words “Baby’s Barf Bucket” printed on the side.

“You were supposed to fucking glow, Gin.” His voice a tortured whisper as he pushed back her hair. “Everyone said ‘glow.’ Over and over again.”

She dry-heaved into the bucket one last time. Then mouth cleaning charm, vanishing charm and she lay back, exhausted and weary, as she had for seven and half months.

“How?” He thought with the ever-present panic he had been living with since the first trimester resurfaced. “How is a person supposed to stay alive when she throws up every meal?!? You need food! You both need food!”

Ginny bit her lip, her eyes scanning his face. “Harry? You’re brooding again. Incoming brood spiral.”

Her eyes searched his, and he had no idea what she found there, but bit by bit, her own tension melted into softness. Soft gaze, soft- almost unwilling - curve of her lips. A soft hand that pushed his hair out of his face this time and stroked his cheek.

Some of the icy fear, a fear that flexed its grip with more fervor as each month passed, loosened as she drew him close and nuzzled into his neck.

Even though she’d been sick, even in sweltering tropic air blasting from the open doors, his arms tingled with gooseflesh at Ginny’s touch.

She noticed.

Sensing weakness, she whispered in his ear. “After growing this baby, it’s only fair. I get to be the Fun Parent.”

“Fucking hell,” he snorted, an unwilling half-laugh.

How did she do that? She always did that. She always tugged at his stormy moods, unraveling them thread by thread. “You were always going to be the fun parent,” Harry pressed his lips to her forehead. “Sorry. For the broody pulses.”

“No.” She traced his knuckles, softly, wearily. “I’m sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?” He whispered, loving her so much.

“I’m exhausted, and I’m going to fall asleep in another thirty seconds. I’m ruining our holiday.”

“The only way you could ruin our holiday is if you die.”

“I look like I’m dying.”

“Honestly Gin? You look like you died three weeks ago.”

His brilliant, beautiful, exhausted Ginny chuckled, then fell asleep with a satisfied smile.

[sunflowergirl522]

Sucker

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Summary: You’re back after finishing your degree and you go out to celebrate with Steve and Robin.

Word Count: 3051

Eddie Masterlist

You’re back in Hawkins after finally completing your teaching degree. Sure you’ve been back for holidays and school breaks but this time you’re back for good. Your parents don’t seem to care that much but honestly when have they ever? If it wasn’t for Steve you probably wouldn’t have come home before now. He is the one who always made the journey out to get you after all, he even borrowed his friend's van to move you back.

“Y/n, are you almost ready?” Steve yells from down the hall. “Robins gonna beat us there at this point!”

“I’m ready Stevie hold on!” You yell back finishing pulling your plaid mini skirt up your legs. “Why didn’t we just pick Robs up again?”

“Because she had to close the store tonight it’d be quicker for her to just walk over to the Hideout. What are you wearing?” Steve freezes in the middle of pulling on his jacket as he looks up and sees you coming down the steps.

“Clothes.” Steve finds your description of the tight black tank top and short skirt ludicrous. 

“More like scraps of fabric. Too tight and too short, go change.” You giggle at him continuing your journey down and to the closet you keep your shoes in. He’s always had that overprotective older brother vibe when it came to you even though he was younger than you.

“We don’t have time, remember we have to meet Robin. Besides, I have tights on too.”

“Fishnets don’t count as tights, especially not when you ripped holes in them.” His hands gesture to the hole in your right thigh and in your left knee.

“It’s a fashion statement Stevie, they look good. No one will even see the knee one, my boots go above them see.” You stand after shoving your legs into said black boots. “Now come on, let's go celebrate!” You grab your purse from where you set it down and rush out of the door before Steve can try to make you put a jacket on. He follows you out grumbling some more about your clothes but you’ve stopped paying attention, you’re too excited to see Robin.

You only got back to Hawkins last night and Robin wasn’t able to get off to help move you back because Steve didn’t tell her until it was too late. You met Robin at the end of your summer vacation two years ago when you got back home after a trip you took down to Florida with some friends from college. At that point her and Steve had become besties already but you were quick to befriend her as well. It may have been a four year age difference but that’s never stopped you before, you just liked to be friends with people, besides you were friends with Dustin anyway.

“Does the Hideout still do live music?” You turn to look at Steve as the thought pops into your head.

“Yeah. My friend Eddie’s band is playing there tonight I think.”

“Eddie.” You hum to yourself the name sounding familiar but you can’t place a face to it. “Do I know Eddie?”

“I don’t see how you would. I only became friends with the guy last year and you didn’t come home that summer because you had to retake that class you failed. I only met him because of Dustin.” He leaves out any hint to the craziness that happened like he always does, like he makes sure everyone else does. That’s something he and Robin have fought about in the past, he thought you were too pure to know anything about it and she thought you’d be able to handle it and he shouldn’t lie to you when you ask about what happened like you did with the earthquake.

“Okay.” You shrug and turn up the radio as Hip to Be Square starts playing. If Dustin introduced them you’re expecting this Eddie kid to be around his age so the name must just be familiar for no reason.

Steve pulls into the library’s parking lot like everyone else who goes to the Hideout at night does. It’s easier than trying to find a parking spot in its own parking lot. Robin comes running up to the car when she spots you guys getting out.

“It took you guys long enough! I thought for sure we were gonna miss the start of the show. Woah, Y/n you look hot!”

“Thanks Robs.” You pull her into a hug while Steve walks around the car to lead the way to the building across the street.

“Sorry we’re late Robin, Y/n takes so damn long to get ready.”

“And yet you put up a fuss and wanted me to change.” You pull away from Robin and nudge your shoulder against Steve’s. “Now come on, I’m dying for a drink I couldn’t have any while studying for my finals.”

“Hey Steve, you think she experimented at all in college?”

“Stop ogling my sister Buckley and keep moving.” She laughs at him knowing it was gonna get a reaction like that and rushes forward to catch up with you.

Once inside you sit on one of the bar stools immediately ordering two Alabama slammers one for you and one for Steve who you knew had his fake on him if they asked to see it. You’re starting to down it before Steve and Robin even sit down. 

“Woah slow down Y/n!” Steve frantically takes the drink from your hands to stop you from drinking it all in one go. “I don’t want to have to carry you home because you’re blackout drunk.”

“You’re such a party pooper Stevie.” You pout but slow down anyway pulling a lollipop out of your purse before handing it to Steve to hold for the night.

As the band starts playing you talk to Robin asking how she’s been and what she plans on doing now that she’s done with school. She tells you about how she’s planning on going to school for a film major after taking a gap year so she can work on getting her license first. All the while you enjoy the live music without turning to look at them.

Eddie notices you as soon as he steps onto the stage and looks around the bar. You look a little different but he definitely remembers you from when you both went to Hawkins together. You had been in the year above him and the two of you barely interacted but each time you did you were always so nice to him. He had a bit of a thing for you back then and maybe he still does because the moment he spots you in the crowd he starts to get a little nervous. His heart starts hammering in his chest, his hands start to get all clammy around his guitar, and he gets the urge to run. But then he spots Robin on the other side of Steve and it’s like she can sense how skittish he’s getting because she shoots him two thumbs up and mouths that he’s gonna kill it and he feels better.

You’re two drinks in when the band stops playing. You’re also on your second lollipop. They’re meant to help slow you down while drinking, it’s a trick you figured out after a specifically bad blackout at a party that your friend had called Steve to pick you up from as soon as she noticed you were way too drunk to be there anymore. In one hand you have a half drunk blue lagoon, your third drink of the night, and in the other your blue raspberry tootsie pop.

“Can I have a B-52 shot?” You bat your eyes at the bartender to keep his attention in the busy bar, not that you needed any help to do that.

“Coming right up.” You watch as he makes the shot, the layers of it sitting perfectly on top of one another. It was always fascinating and one of the main reasons you normally order it.

“Thank you!” He places it in front of you, sending you a flirty smile before walking away to help someone else and earning himself a glare from Steve. You freeze as you look between your two full hands and the shot.

“Stevie, can you hold the loli so I can take this shot?” You send your puppy dog face his way knowing it was hard for him to resist it.

“What, no that’s gross. Just put your drink down.”

“You suck, where’s Robin? She'd hold it for me.”

“She just went to the bathroom.” You groan and place your head down on the top of the bar.

“Can I get a beer?” The voice next to you causes you to lift your head up and look at the man leaning on the bar next to you.

“Eddie bear? That you?” Eddie’s heart immediately picks up at your old nickname for him. 

“Y/n?” He looks at you and you recognize his pretty brown eyes immediately.

“Eddie bear!” You sit up so fast that some of your drink spills over the sides. “Oops. Will you hold my sucker so I can do my shot?”

“Sure.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I could kiss you again!” Eddie goes red as you hand him the candy and go to take your shot.

“You two know each other? And you’ve kissed?!” Steve’s eyes are wide as his angry shocked voice comes out. You nod, swallowing the mouth full of alcohol you just shot back.

“We knew each other in high school. He was a grade below me, we didn’t really have any classes together till my senior year though. We shared a drama class.” You take the tootsie pop back from Eddie placing a kiss on his cheek before popping it into your mouth.

“We had to do a scene from Romeo and Juliet together that included a kissing scene.”

“Mmhmm.” You nod in agreement, turning away from Steve and back to look at Eddie. “You were cute in high school, but you’re like super cute now.”

“Eddie, don’t listen to her. She’s a little drunk and she gets flirty when she’s drunk.” Steve points at his friend glaring at him from over your shoulder. You go back to sipping your drink unaware of what he’s doing.

“You’re like super cute now too.” Naturally Eddie ignores Steve and leans towards you, his arms resting on the bar. “Love the outfit but aren’t you chilly.” He fingers a strap of your tank top and your shiver.

“A little but I’m fine.” He just shakes his head at this and slides his jacket off before holding it out for you to stick your arms through. You stick the loli in your mouth putting that arm through before switching your drink to your other hand and sticking the other through. “Thanks again Eddie bear. How do you guys know each other?”

“Dustin.” They say at the same time and you gasp.

“You’re the Eddie in a band! Was that you playing earlier?”

“Yeah, did you like it?”

“You were great! Is it true that bass players are good with their hands?” You lean into him.

“I don’t know, probably.” The innuendo goes right over Eddie’s head and he rubs the back of his neck.

“You wanna find out with me?”

“Okay Y/n I think it’s time to go.” Steve pulls you back and flags down the bartender to pay.

“What about Robin?”

“She’s heading back over now.”

“What if I don’t wanna leave? I’m busy talking to Eddie.”

“You know Eddie just graduated last year.” Steve’s hoping that saying that will turn you off of him but it doesn’t seem to work. Your attention just goes right back to him.

“You let Steve graduate before you?” 

“Yeah, school isn’t really my thing. I was too distracted with other things.”

“You just didn’t have the right kind of teacher to keep your interest. I’m hoping to be the right kind of teacher for kids next year.” Hawkins had lost a few teachers after the earthquake last year due to people moving out of town and practically hired you on the spot after you reached out to them before graduation. You’ll bounce between the middle school and high school as a sub for the first year and then they’ll find you a permanent place for the next one. “Were you and Steve not friends when you were both seniors?”

“No he was still calling me a freak at that point.”

“Steve!” You gasp out clumsily slapping the back of his head. “That’s so mean. You’re not a freak Eddie.”

“Woah what did I miss? Why are we slapping Steve? What’d he do? Hey Eddie.” Robin comes back not sitting down as she sees Steve paying.

“He called Eddie a freak.”

“It was a while ago Princess, it's alright you don’t have to defend me right now.” Eddie catches you as you stumble getting off of your stool. You almost visibly swoon at the nickname princess.

“You know Steve, you would’ve liked my Eddie bear in school. He once started a fight with a guy because he slapped my ass in the hallway. My knight in shining armor.” You sigh leaning back into him, tilting your head back to look up at him. “D’you wanna come home with us?” 

“Absolutely not.”

“I wasn’t asking you Steve.”

“Yeah, I’ll come by for a little bit but I shouldn’t stay for long.” You beam up at him grabbing his hand and leading the way outside. 

“I’m gonna go with Eddie, I’ll see you at home Stevie. Bye Robin, I’ll see you tomorrow for movie night?”

“Yeah I’ll see you then.” She pulls Steve towards his car before he could start an argument about you going with Eddie. You look up at Eddie expectantly and he leads the way to his van.

“Do you still play that silly little game? What was it called again?” Eddie doesn’t take offense over your words, he knows there’s no maliciousness in you calling the game silly.

“Dungeons and Dragons?”

“That’s it!” You jump a little in your spot as he unlocks the van excited he knew what you were talking about. “D’you still play?”

“Not as much as when I was in school but yeah I still do.” He opens your door and helps you into the seat, buckling you in before moving away and shutting the door.

Eddie has to pinch himself on his way around to his side to make sure this is real. The girl he’s been dreaming about since sophomore year when you first interacted with him is sitting in his van asking him about dnd, a fact he was sure you would’ve forgotten about him.

“So how do you know Dustin?” You ask as soon as his door is open and he’s jumping in.

“He joined Hellfire his freshman year and it was my last year there as a senior. I’m assuming you know him from Steve?”

“Mhm, he’s a cute kid.” You reach over to turn the stereo on then and Eddie cringes into himself as a W.A.S.P song starts playing full blast. But you just giggle and turn it down. “That was loud.”

On the way home Eddie asks you all kinds of questions about how you’ve been and what you’ve been up to. He wanted to know everything there was to know about you. If you asked him something he’d answer but then he’d change the topic back to you. It’s like that the whole drive and when he parks in front of your house he gets out first before rushing over to your side to help you out.

“I can’t wait to get these boots off.” You practically collapse onto the stairs once inside and start pulling on them.

“Hold on Princess, there’s zippers, don't want you to break them.” Eddie kneels down in front of you brushing your hands away so he can help you out by unzipping your boots and pulling them off.

“Thanks. Now c’mon we can hang upstairs.” You grab his hand and pull him up to your room. 

As you sit on your bed Eddie glances around taking in almost completely bare gray walls. The only things you seem to have hung up are Polaroids of you and your friends, he can spot some of the kids scattered in the mix of people he doesn’t know along with some of Robin. It’s mainly just a lot of you and Steve from throughout the years. 

“I used to have posters and stuff up but then I moved for school and took them all down.” You explain your empty walls hating that there’s nothing up to make your room your own anymore. “The polaroids are the only things that have survived each move I made.” You lost or ruined most of your posters moving from the dorms into the apartment you had the last three years being there. You were always super careful with the pictures though, not wanting to lose any of them, especially the ones of you and Steve when you were younger. He’s always been your best friend.

Eddie hums in response, moving to look at the bookshelf you have your records and tapes on.

“You know, I had a crush on you back when we had that drama class together.” Eddie’s eyes widen in shock and he whips around to face you.

“Really?” You nod smiling at how cute he looks as he starts to get shy. “I uh, I actually had a bit of a thing for you back then too.”

“You still have a thing for me? Because I can see me having one for you. We could try it out and see if we fit.”

“I’d like that, but how about you let me ask you out properly tomorrow when you’re sober? That way you don’t end up regretting anything in the morning.”

“I wouldn’t regret anything but fine.” You pout falling back onto your bed and staying down for a few seconds before sitting back up with a small tempting smile on your face as you lean forward. “Wanna help me into my pajamas?”

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[devilsjacket]

Somethings on my mind and it’s you !

Pre villain!Touya Todoroki x male reader

warning(s): mentions of scars, mentions of Endeavor, kissing, hugs, short fic, drabble

summary: Touya can’t take his mind off you and decides to make it known when he visits you after school

A/n: sorry if this isn’t as accurate as it should be I’m like NOT caught up with MHA :( Ik what happens but I haven’t necessarily watched it so I gotta catch up lol. Also you can imagine your ages as whatever you want it’s never specified but I’d say you’re both 15 ish.

You sighed, stuffing your things into your backpack as you got ready to leave the stuffy classroom, it was way too hot on a Monday afternoon, however you were excited that summer was finally creeping around the corner. The thought of eventually not having to get up so early to go to school was amazing, exciting even, holidays were always your favourite thing. Also the thought of spending more time with Touya was more than exciting, no words could describe how nice that sounded, sitting in the grass as the sun kissed both of your skins. Turning it a nice brown the longer you stayed outside, making things for each other, memories, good memories. Blocking out everyone until it was only you two left on earth. It sounded like heaven.

You walked out of the school with heavy eyes, tiredness trying to scoop you up into its arms already even though you were attempting to make your way home, without face planting onto the pavement and falling asleep. You sighed again, stopping for a moment and rubbing your eyes, not noticing the rather scruffy boy next to you “sleepy, hm?” The voice spoke, deep voice making you jolt upwards, it was recognisable and as soon as you looked to your side you knew exactly who it was, Touya. A part of you wondered how he was allowed at this time, usually his father wouldn’t allow him to be out in the afternoon on weekdays due to training, maybe the schedule had changed. You smiled and gave the boy a hug, noticing a new bandage around his arm, it only made you hug him tighter, you really hated his quirk.

Despite it upsetting you, you knew not to comment on it just yet, it wouldn’t be the best conversation starter anyways. Touya hummed into your neck, inhaling the faint smell of your cologne before you pulled away, he already missed the scent even though it had only been a few seconds, “yeah- I am. School was shit today” you spoke quietly before continuing your walk now with your boyfriend beside you. School was always shit but today was and exceptionally bad, for no particular reason either, you just weren’t really happy this Monday. Touya looked at you for a moment before humming and kicking a small rock “you ok now though?” He asked holding your hand, running his thumbs over your knuckles as a form of comfort “are you?” You countered looking at his bandage.

Touya frowned and paused “yeah- doesn’t matter”

“It matters to me” you said almost immediately after, whenever he was hurt you knew something bad had happened, or he was trying to hard to impress his father. Training was something Endeavor took a little too seriously and Touya was someone who never wanted to fail his dad. A moment of silence passed and you knew getting an answer wasn’t going to be easy so you decided not to push the conversation further until he answered you, mean maybe but you just wanted the best for him.

Touya sighed and squeezed your hand “it’s probably gonna scar, I trained too hard today” he finally spoke after what felt like forever, you exhaled and nodded, you knew it already but hearing it form your boyfriend was even more upsetting, there was now a tension between you both and you pulled Touya off the path to your home and to a very shady alleyway. Even though holding hands was fine in front of people you didn’t want them to see you comforting your boyfriend, especially not people from your school.

Touya gave you a confused look but went with it and found love in the slightly large hand that caressed his cheek, something so loving made him almost melt, he wasn’t used to it at all. You pressed your foreheads together, curse Endeavor for being such an asshole, you wished you could do more to help but Touya told you that the fact you were his boyfriend was enough, enough to keep him sane. You felt his breath on your face, warm and almost making your nose sweat, you smiled, moments like these were your favourite, but they never usually took place in a gross alleyway.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked softly, you always asked permission before doing things like that, especially when it came to touching Touya, you didn’t want to hurt him or anything. A small, breathy laugh fell from the others lips as he smiled, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours “of course you can” he whispered and that’s all the confirmation you needed before you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was slow and soft, you didn’t want to rush things, the warmth in your chest blossoming as if you were a tree in spring time. Touyas face heated up and you weren’t sure if it was his quirk or the fact he was blushing but either way it didn’t matter, you were still causing it to happen.

When you both pulled away there was a lingering heat between you both, causing slight discomfort but neither of you decided to move, the summer weather wasn’t helping either however. You smiled, pinching his red cheeks being mindful of the small scar forming there, he giggled and pressed his forehead against your chest, “I love you” he spoke, inhaling that faint cheap cologne once again.

“I love you more” you said back, hand running through his spiky hair. Sometimes you wondered how you got so lucky.

[lavender-long-stories]

Home From University

Sasuke x Hinata | Abandon from my WIP Folder

Itachi had never seen his little brother clean before, but here he was, frantically scuttling around his room, picking up clothes, tucking away his unpacked suitcase, and cleaning up his folders and books. 

Sasuke never cleaned up for his friends before, so who was this person that they were making this arrogant little brat clean up after himself? 

Who was this college roommate that made him so clean? Sasuke stopped and looked around, satisfied, then finally acknowledged his presence. “Enjoying the show?” “It is quite a spectacle.” Itachi mused back.

“She gets fidgety if there are things to pick up,” Sasuke explained. “It's distracting for both of us.” So it was a she? Even more surprising, Sasuke didn’t have female friends. The doorbell rang. Time to meet the mystery woman. Sasuke passed him head to the door to let her in. Itachi followed, now thoroughly interested in who had made his brother change his habits. He was imagining a loud, overbearing woman like Sasuke's childhood friends had been. Not who came through the door with a deep bow to his mother as she took her shoes off, stepped forward, and hugged Sasuke with a smile. “Glad I saved you from your family for the night?” Sasuke asked. “Overwhelmingly.” She agreed, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Itachi was intrigued. A hug? A joke? A pleasant conversation with a woman?

“My brother.” Sasuke rudely jerked a thumb in his direction. “Itachi.” She bowed her head. “Hinata.” “Welcome. I’ll admit it's not what I expected.” Itachi smiled.

“I’m worried about what you heard.” Hinata made a face in Sasuke’s direction. Sasuke almost looked offended. “I haven't heard anything, so I didn’t have much to go on,” Itachi admitted. Hinata still eyed Sasuke. Sasuke frowned. “You thought I came home to talk shit about you, then invite you over?” Hinata frowned at him, glancing at his mother. Sasuke rolled his eyes. Did she just scold him for swearing in front of their mother? “Dinner will be ready soon.” Mikoto waved toward the kitchen as she headed back to her stove. “Don’t mind him. Come on.” Sasuke waved her in.

Another roommate WIP... why do I have so many of these? I have never started a story with Sasuke and Hinata being roommates.

The concept behind this one was Sasuke and Hinata are university roommates, and they are home for the summer (or holidays).

The reason they were roommates was because both of their original roommates moved out (moved in with partners or dropped out), and they were both looking for roommates. They met and realized that problem, but they both met each other's requirements so they moved in together anyway.

It's another one that has been sitting around since 2016. Did I just have a thing for roommate AUs in 2016?

[late-to-the-party-81]

Can't fight the moonlight

AN: Day 10, everyone!! Time to take a relaxing break from it all. You're gonna rent a cabin from a nice man called Mr Levinson. What could possibly go wrong?

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Werewolf!Ari Levinson x Reader

CW: Werewolf, Cream Pie, Dub-con (reader is not fully aware of all the facts and traumatised when she sleeps with Ari) Explicit Sexual content, mild horror, Chasing and breeding kink, Possesive!Ari, SoftDark!Ari (he's more manipulative than violent towards reader)

WC: 3.5k

The wind blew gently through the trees, and you watched them sway from where you were standing in the doorway of your cabin, hands wrapped around your mug of steaming tea. All your girlfriends thought you were mad, wanting to come out here, to the middle of nowhere, but you’d needed an escape. An escape from all the hustle and bustle, the car fumes and squealing train carriages. An escape from Brian.

Your ex. Who didn’t seem to have accepted he was your ex.

Maybe you should have given someone your full location, but Brian always seemed to wheedle information out of your friends, so all you’d done was give them a vague idea of where you were having your retreat and when you were due home. Maybe you’d send one of them a text later on? But for now, you’d just enjoy the silence and the peace.

You’d arrived a few hours ago, your car laden with food supplies to last you the next 4 days, and all of your knitting. This was the perfect time to work on those Christmas sweaters you’d promised your nieces and nephews. The cabin itself had shelves laden with books, so you weren’t worried about being bored.

The cabin owner lived one property over, but given the rural nature of the area you were in, that property was apparently on the other side of the hill, a good 5 mile hike. He had, however, come and opened up and aired this place, getting the generator going, so all had been prepared for your arrival. You hoped that it hadn’t been too much for Mr Levinson. Apparently this cabin had originally been his family home as a child, but he had built another, bigger property when this one had become his, letting the older, smaller one out, for weekend holiday makers, eager to get away from the rat race for a few days.

You took a sip of your tea and pushed off the door frame, thinking you ought to actually start preparing your dinner, when you attention was caught by the sound of a vehicle coming up the track. It was a weathered looking pick-up. Maybe this was Mr Levinson? You ducked inside to place the kettle back on the stove, and opened up a packet of cookies, sliding a few onto a plate. Both your mother and your grandmother had taught you the importance of welcoming guests (although, technically, in this situation you were his guest.)

You heard the pick-up engine rattle to a halt, followed by the creak and slam of the driver’s door as it was opened and then closed. Crossing back over to the cabin threshold, you got ready to welcome the man, and thank him for letting you seek solace and solitude on his property. You pulled open the door and…stopped.

This was no little old man, like you’d imagined. No, this was a great hulk of a man, who looked like he’d have to duck to even get through the door. The late afternoon sun glinted off his brown hair, showing the golden highlights gained from working outside in the summer months. It was shaggy too, almost brushing his shoulders, and along with his full beard, it definitely made him look like a wild man of the woods. He was broad too, his flannel shirt straining across his chest and round his biceps. Unbidden thoughts of being lifted by those arms, being held to that chest, being kissed by the plump lips visible through his facial hair…

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The squeal of the kettle snapped you out of your reverie, and you turned away, moving towards it and away from your visitor. Your face burned and you hoped that he hadn’t noticed the way you’d been staring slack-jawed at him.

“Tea, Mr Levinson?” You turned back to him and raised the kettle up, like some kind of demented woman and you groaned internally at how cringy you were being.

He smiled as he came through the door (and yes, he did duck slightly).

“Do you have any coffee at all? I only tend to drink tea at bedtime. And it’s Ari.”

Why did he have to say that? Images of being tangled up in the sheets of the large bed in the cabin flooded your brain.

“Sure!” You squeaked out your response and continued to mentally kick yourself. You made up the instant coffee and brought it across to the small table in the living area, along with the plate of cookies, some milk and sugar. You weren’t surprised when Mr Levinson, no Ari, didn’t make a move to add either. He settled down on the old, but comfortable sofa, and it was clear he’d spent many an hour here, by the way he sagged into it. You found yourself perching on the edge of the arm chair, your half-mug of lukewarm tea in your hands.

“This is a lovely cabin, Ari. And in such a beautiful spot. Why did you decide to leave?”

“Well, I’ve not left the area, as you know. I couldn’t - it’s always been my home. But I wanna have a family someday, and this place, as lovely and filled with memories as it is, just ain’t gonna be big enough for the family I have planned.”

You weren’t surprised he was already taken. Of course a man who looked like this would be.

“And your lucky lady, she on-board with a whole softball team?” You smiled at him, chuckling slightly at the mental image of a faceless woman surrounded by a multitude of mini-Ari’s. Okay, she wasn’t faceless, she was you. A girl can dream.

“Well…” he rubbed the back of his neck and you watched his cheeks pink in a way that softened him, made him look more boyish. “...we’ve not known each other long. Only just met really. But I know she’s the one. I’ll broach it with her when she’s ready.”

You both sipped your drinks, passing the time talking about your normal life in the city and some of the reasons for this short break (you didn’t mention Brian, because ‘fuck that guy’.)  The sun slipped a little lower, and Ari stood up rubbing his thighs. You tried not to look, but you were only human after all.

“I’ll be going, and leave you to your evening,and I don’t wanna alarm you, but I need to say that we do get a few wild animals around here, so best to lock up as it gets dark, before they come out for the night. They should leave you alone, but you know, sometimes they get curious.”

“No problem, Ari - thanks for the warning. I’ll be sure to lock the door behind you when you leave.”

He made his way over to the door, and waved at you when he left. You stood at the window watching him until you could no longer see the battered pick up, or hear the distinctive rattle of its engine.

You ended up staying awake far later than you intended. You’d locked the door as Ari suggested, warmed yourself some soup on the stove, and then settled down with your knitting and an audiobook playing on your phone. With a small fire in the grate and a little side lamp on, it was very cosy indeed, just what you’d been wanting. The rhythmic ‘click-clack’ of the needles along with the dulcet tones of Stephen Fry, narrating the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, made you lose track of time.

However, a strange noise from outside made you start. A low growling noise, followed by rustling in the shrubs outside the window. Putting down your knitting you crept forwards, towards the rough hewn wood wall and the small aperture to the outside world. There were a few clouds covering the star-studded inky sky, and you could see that the moon was only missing a sliver - it would be totally full tomorrow.

Peering out the bottom of the window, you tried to see what creature had been making the sound. You jumped back when you saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring back at you, your hands clasped over your mouth. For a few moments you took some deep breaths and tried to bring your heart rate back down. When you felt on an even keel, you crept back over - surely you must have imagined it - nothing in nature had eyes like that. As you looked you let out the breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. Nothing was there. Maybe you needed this break more than you realised.

The next morning, after you’d made yourself a hearty breakfast of pancakes and bacon, you decided to go for a walk around the local hills. You had a GPS app on your phone and your trusty camera, and you planned on sticking to the well trodden trails. The air was crisp, one of those fall mornings which let you know that winter was just around the corner. You explored for a few hours, taking photos when something struck you, but otherwise just enjoying the solitude. As you crested the hill, you realised that if you continued to follow the track you'd reach Ari’s house; you could see part of the roof and the curl of smoke from the chimney. 

You decided against disturbing your temporary landlord, you didn’t need to torture yourself anymore than necessary. When you returned to your cabin you decided to make a batch of cookies - the store bought ones just weren’t the same - and then, while they were cooling, you searched the bookcase for something new. The old wooden shelves held an eclectic mix of literature, from a book of fairy tales, to books on the supernatural and conspiracy theories, and even nature books about wolves. You read the book of fairy tales for a while, dunking your fresh cookies in a glass of milk, curled up in the armchair next to the fire, feeling like a small child again as you read about Red Riding Hood.

As the day drew to a close, you made yourself a simple dinner of a porkchop, fried potatoes and greens and then settled in for more of your audio book and knitting. Every so often you thought you heard something outside, but brushed it off as your over-active imagination. After a while your blinks became longer and you realised you were undoing more stitches than you were making, so you banked the fire, tidied your stuff and headed to bed.

As you walked up the stairs to the small bedroom, the light of the full moon shone in through the window, providing a silvery glow to light your way.

You woke with a start only a few hours later. Your dreams had been plagued by a monster with glowing yellow eyes, chasing you, snapping at your heels, eager to devour you. Your breath burned in your lungs as you hugged the comforter to your chest, disorientated by the lingering images of your nightmare, and sweat beaded your brow. There was also a throbbing between your legs, a strange and unwelcome contrast.

Getting to your feet, you decided to get yourself a drink, before trying to sleep again; you needed to dispel the remnants of your overactive imagination before you could attempt to return to slumber. The moon was still shining through the windows on the stairwell providing sufficient illumination, and the wooden treads creaked beneath your feet. Shuffling into the small kitchen area, you poured yourself a glass of water from the fridge and wandered over to the window while you sipped it.

You barely noticed the glass slipping from your hand, the cold water soaking the legs of your pyjama trousers and the glass rolling away across the floor. You barely noticed because you were frozen in shock and fear. The yellow eyes stared in at you. Yesterday they’d been looking up at you from the bushes, but now – now they were higher up, as if the owner was on two legs. You could just about see a dark silhouette, the outline of arms, legs and a torso. Then the creature stepped forward, into a shaft of moonlight and you couldn’t hold back your scream.

Its body was covered in dark, shaggy hair, muscular arms and legs ending with clawed paws, and its face! A wolf-like head, with a mouth filled with wicked looking teeth and those eyes!

It didn’t stop looking at you, and you could see the hunger it held in the glowing yellow depths. It took one step towards the door and then another and you were turning on your heel, heading for the kitchen and the selection of knives. Your palm wrapped around the handle of the carving knife just as the door burst open and you whirled around. With your free hand, you grabbed anything you could; mugs, plates, wooden spoons, and hurled them at your intruder, but they were totally ineffective, bouncing off its thick fur.

It lowered its head to pass through the frame and moved towards you, its movements careful and measured.

“Stay back!” You brandished the knife, a bubble of hysteria working its way up your throat. You were trying to face down a werewolf – a WEREWOLF! – with a kitchen knife. The creature seemed to have the same thought, as the noise it let out could easily have been some kind of laugh. Every step forward it took, you took one back, but you knew you’d run out of room eventually. You eyed the door behind it and started to circle around the monstrous intruder, trying not to show your surprise when it seemed to work. Either the creature wasn’t intelligent, or it was letting you get a sniff of escape. You weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth though. You couldn’t beat it with a show of strength, you needed to escape, so your plan was to get to your car…

You sprinted, running straight to the door and not looking back, then through it into the open air. The gravel outside the front door bit into your bare feet, but you didn’t notice, your only focus was your escape. 

However, when you reached your car you realised you’d been thwarted; the tyres had been slashed, the rubber hanging away from the rims in thick strips. Your car wasn’t going anywhere. You spun around, your back to the cold metal and raised your eyes as the creature looked at you. You almost swore he was smiling. 

Then you bolted, heading into the forest through the trees, desperate for escape even though part of you knew it impossible. A bone-chilling cry - no, a howl - echoed through the air behind you, as though signalling the start of a hunt. But still you ran.

Low-hanging branches whipped at your face and snagged at your pyjamas and hair, as your feet pounded down the trail. There were moments where you were certain you felt hot breath on the back of your neck, but every time you looked behind you, you didn’t see anything. You didn’t dare stop though. Your own place of safety would be Ari’s house. A man like him would have a gun, surely?

When you reached the summit of the hill, you had a moment of believing you’d done it, that you’d escaped the beast, but as you started to pick your way down the slope, it appeared, crashing out of the bushes in front of you.

It had never been chasing you directly; it had gone around to cut you off. Its sudden appearance startled you, and you lost your balance. You screeched as you fell over and then tumbled down the slope. There was a flair of pain as your head smacked against something, then it all went dark.

When you woke, the sun was shining across you, and you were warm and comfortable. Well comfortable apart from the throbbing in your head and needlepoints of pain in your feet.

You groaned as you opened your eyes, and realised you were in a bed, but not your bed at the cabin. Panic rose momentarily in your chest before suddenly Ari was before you.

“Hey, hey, bambi. It’s alright. You’re safe.”

“What? Huh? Oh my god!”

The memories rushed back in.

“Ari! There was a monster, like a wolf man! He broke into the cabin and chased me and I fell and…”

He silenced you with a finger across your lips and sat down on the edge of the mattress, his thigh pressed against yours, albeit with the comforter between you.

“It’s okay. I found you and brought you here. You have a nasty bump to your head and some deep cuts on your feet, so I bandaged you up. You’ve been sleeping all morning, which to be honest is probably a good thing.” 

He brought his hand up to your cheek, cupping it gently and you felt warmth spread through your body. His thumb rubbed across a small scrape and his azure eyes roamed all over your face.

“Are you okay, bambi? I don’t like seeing you like this.”

You were feeling dizzy and hot all over, and was his face getting closer to yours? Suddenly it felt hard to breathe, your world crystallising down to this magnetic man.

“Ari?” Your voice was so quiet, his name almost a sigh, and you knew you shouldn’t want him so much, but yet…

“Please kiss me!”

He growled as his lips came down on yours, claiming you from the first second of contact. Your arms flew around his neck and he shifted to lie across you. You accepted his ferocious passion eagerly, opening your mouth to let him in, feeling his tongue twine with yours. 

You whined with a furious need, and he growled again in answer, pushing the comforter between you away. Cool air played over your skin, and you realised at the back of your mind that you were naked in Ari’s bed.

However, the way that he touched you drove the disquiet from your mind. The frustrations of the previous few months and the pain and fear from the last few hours were pushed away by Ari’s kisses and touch. You barely noticed him shedding his clothes, only concentrating on the way he was making you feel, his lips on your breast and his hand between your thighs, stroking and teasing. You clung to his hair, gulping in deep breaths of air as he learned your body with lightning speed, responding to every cue. No-one had ever touched you like this before.

The orgasm he drew from you was startling, his fingers deep inside you, touching a spot that had rarely been touched before. You then barely had time to recover before he was rising up, wedging his hips between your thighs, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he thrust into you. 

You cried out loudly at the feeling of that first stretch, a feeling you were unused to, but Ari swallowed the sound with his mouth, muttering under his breath about how perfect you were, how beautiful. He growled again when you dug your nails into his shoulders, thrusting into you faster, harder.

“Need to feel you, bambi. Need to feel you cum. Cum for me sweetheart. Do that and I’ll cum for you. Fill you up, yeah. Fill this pussy ‘til it’s overflowing? I’ll take care of you.”

“Ari!” You whined, not even sure what you were asking for, only that you were so close, balancing on the precipice.

“Look at me, bambi. Look at me.”

Ari’s hands cupped your face, holding your head still, his gaze capturing yours so intently you couldn’t look away.

“Mine. Mate.”

His eyes flashed yellow as he spoke, and you fell over the edge, pleasure spreading through your entire body. His hips snapped into you, and you screamed in ecstasy, before he swelled inside you, letting out a guttural, animalistic roar and making good on his promise to fill you to overflowing.

You blinked. You must have passed out. Your body ached, but pleasantly so. The sun was setting outside the window of Ari’s room, but the man himself was absent. Pushing back the comforter you swung your feet to the floor. Your arms and legs were covered in scratches and bruises from your flight. Standing up, your legs wobbled slightly and you felt the evidence of your and Ari’s coupling on your inner thighs. 

There was no sign of your pyjamas, although they were probably ruined, so you opened the old wooden wardrobe and took one of Ari’s flannel shirts off a hanger and buttoned it over your nakedness.

You padded out and into the main living area. It really was a big cabin.

A big cabin Ari had built for his future family.

Guilt washed over you. He had a girlfriend, but you had slept together. You couldn’t take all the blame -  he was there as well - but it didn’t stop the sour feeling in your stomach.

Ari stepped over to you from the kitchen counter, gathering you into his arms before you could even think. He pressed his face into the top of your head, inhaling deeply. Feeling awkward you  slowly disentangled yourself from his embrace.

“Ari, I…”

You twisted the cuffs of his flannel in your fists as he looked at you quizzically.

“What’s wrong, bambi?”

“I… I have to go. I shouldn’t be here. Your girlfriend…”

He chuckled, obviously amused by your discomfort. 

“You don’t have to go sweetheart. In fact, you shouldn’t. This is definitely where you should be.”

He moved back to the kitchen, turning away from you as though the discussion was over. Anger flared in you at his dismissal.

“Ari, it’s not fair on her and it’s not fair on me.”

Outside the sun was gone and the moon started to rise. Ari placed his hands on the counter, his back towards you and shook his head slightly, his shaggy hair moving back and forth.

“Oh, sweetheart. I really should have asked you yesterday about how you felt about a whole soft-ball team. But as I said, you weren’t ready.”

“What do you me…” He turned back towards you and your words died in your throat. Ari’s eyes were glowing yellow.

He walked towards you again, but his movements were predatory.

“You’re mine, bambi. Mine. My mate.”

The moon rose in the sky, its last night of fullness, and you watched as Ari’s face changed before your very eyes. Changed into the face of a wolf.

And you screamed.

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[ageofbajabule]

Santa Baby

Josh x F! Reader

PHOTO CREDIT TO MY FRIEND BROOKE❤️ @brookerambles

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Summary: This is your first Christmas married to Josh. And you had a very important gift to give at the annual family dinner.

Author’s Note: This finishes my series for this years Christmas! I truly hope you enjoyed them if you read them all. They’re in my Masterlist if you haven’t read any, feel free to do so! Enjoy your holiday!❤️

This was your first Christmas married to Josh. But overall it was your tenth one together since you first met in High School. Josh has been your best friend since sophomore year, but it wasn’t until you both had been out of high school for about a year that you two started dating. And you have been inseparable since. 

You’ve always been supportive of Josh, especially with his music career with his brothers. He’s always worked so hard with them to be where they are now. All you ever wanted to provide him was a loving, and positive life. And you made sure he knew everyday how much he meant to you.

“Josh! Come on, we have to leave for your parents dinner soon!” You were putting your earrings in and putting your necklace on that Josh gave you on your first anniversary back when you guys first started dating. You then made sure your wedding band and engagement ring were locked in with one another. You then grabbed your coat to put it on along with some gifts you had for his family and one for Josh as well. Although you two had opened gifts with one another this morning, there was still one more gift you had to offer him, but wanted to wait till the gift exchange at his parents house.

“I’m coming darling!” He yelled from upstairs, Josh and you were staying at your parents house for the time being during this holiday since you and Josh bought a home earlier this year in Nashville. He wanted to live close by to his brothers so when they worked in the studio they wouldn’t have to travel so far. After a few minutes you were walking out the house and getting into Josh’s White Jeep. He insisted on driving up to Michigan this time rather than flying out. He turned the car up putting the heat on to warm up then made his way over to his parents. 

Once you arrived at his parents house you stepped out of the vehicle making your way to the front door, Josh entered first making his presence known. You could hear Karen yelling in excitement that he was home. She pulled him in immediately for a hug, hugging him tightly. You closed the door behind you, taking your coat off and placing it on the coat rack and setting the presents under the tree in the living room. Karen then walked over to you pulling you in a tight hug. “Oh I’ve missed you as well Y/N!! Has my Joshy been taking good care of you? He better be…” She smiled, kissing your cheek. “He is taking very good care of me Mom… You raised a good one. In fact you raised all of them well!” Karen smiled guiding you into the kitchen where everyone else was.

In the kitchen there was Jake and Jita, as well as Sam and his girlfriend. “Hi guys!” You gave each of them a hug then saw Josh’s sister standing at the sink washing her hands, you went up and hugged her. It was nice to see them all again, the last time you saw them was this summer when you and Josh had gotten married. You couldn’t make Thanksgiving because you had caught the flu. 

After everyone had caught up, dinner was ready to be served. Which was a huge feast, Karen always knew how to make a meal and this year she went above and beyond for everyone here. “Alright everyone! Dig in!” Everyone was passing the food around making sure everyone got a bit of everything. Sam had taken his route of food that fit his eating habits since he was pescatarian. You stuck to the usual, ham with a little bit of turkey and almost all the other side’s available. You made your plate full with Jake cracking a joke, “Jeez it looks like you’re eating for two there!” He chuckled softly, you looked over at him giggling along. “I’ve just missed your mom's cooking…” You looked over at Karen smiling softly before digging into your food. 

Dinner was finished after about an hour and a half later, everyone decided to go relax in the living room while the guys went to clean up the table and dishes. You were talking to Jita about the guys and life at home. It was nice to be able to talk with her, and Josh’s sister Veronica as well chimed into the conversation updating on her life in Hawaii. It amazed you at how all the Kiszka’s strived to become the best version of themselves. 

After a while, the guys came rushing into the living room as everyone sat with their significant others. Karen walked in with Kelly ready to exchange gifts with everyone. It started off with the guys receiving their gifts from their parents then the girls. Josh had gotten new birkenstocks and a few books about psychological stuff. Considering he was getting more in touch with those types of things. You had received a new hand bag from Michael Kors as well as a photo album of you and Josh and the family together. “Oh thank you Karen and Kelly. These are wonderful!” You smiled going over to hug them both tightly. 

You then passed out your gifts that you and Josh had gotten for everyone, and watched them open their gifts. You always liked the idea of getting others gifts no matter what the occasion was. Hell, sometimes you get a random gift for Josh every month to just splurge on him. After everyone finished opening gifts Karen brought out glasses and a bottle of champagne to celebrate another successful Christmas. They were being passed out but once one came to you, you had turned it down. Josh looked at you puzzled knowing you never ever turn down wine or champagne. 

“Are you feeling alright mama?” He frowned, feeling your head to make sure you weren’t running a fever. “Yes I’m fine Josh. I’m more than fine, I’m amazing.” You giggled, kissing his cheek softly. “Sam, could you pass me that bag over there next to the fireplace?” Sam nodded in response, grabbing the small bag for you. Then turning to Josh you handed him the bag, “Another gift?” You nodded, “This will hopefully make sense in the end…” You whispered to yourself. 

Josh excitedly ripped the tissue paper out of the bag pulling out an onesie and pregnancy test stick that had two very bold lines on it. The onesie read ‘Baby Kiszka arriving July’ Josh started crying happily placing it in his lap pulling you in for a tight hug. “Oh Y/N! Are you really pregnant!” You hugged him back tightly crying as well, “Yes Joshy… I’m really pregnant. I’m two months along…” You giggled softly, revealing your tiny bump. Everyone in the room was clapping and yelling in happiness. “I’m going to be a dad!” He smiled cheekily kissing your lips softly. Then his mom started crying, walking over to hug you both tightly kissing your cheeks, “I can’t wait to be a grandmother!” Sam and Jake were on the phone facetiming Danny telling him the news bringing the phone over to you and Josh. “We’re gonna be uncles!!” Sam, Jake and Danny chimed in together. After a few more minutes of talking to Danny you hung up and shared hugs with everyone in the room.

“So wait! You’ve known for a bit now, why the wait? I’m not upset with you, I’m just curious.” Josh grabbed your hands smiling, “I just wanted to make sure it was true, after I had the first ultrasound done… And figured what better way to tell you and the family… My mom and dad already knew. It was hard for them to keep it a secret.” You giggled softly, “Well mama, I’m so excited to be on this journey with you… I love you.” He smiled, caressing your cheek, “I love you too.” You pulled him in for another kiss, then Jake stood up. “I would like to make a toast.” Sam then brought you a glass filled with Sparkling grape juice to make you included. “I just want to say that, I'm so grateful to have all of you here with us, and how amazingly happy I am to hear that there will be a bundle of joy joining this family in the near future. Josh and Y/N you are going to be amazing parents, I just know it. Don’t think for a minute that you aren’t. You have all of us to support you and provide for you when needed.” Everyone smiled as Jake raised his glass, “To family!” “To family!” Everyone chimed in, raising their glasses clinking them together before drinking them. 

Josh then pulled you aside afterwards, “I just want to say, thank you for being my one and only. I’m so grateful to have you in my life and creating this little thing. I can’t believe this is happening!” He giggled softly, ironically you two were under a mistletoe. “How convenient…” You giggled looking up at the mistletoe, Josh then pulled you close to him kissing your lips soft yet deeply. You couldn’t help but kiss him back, “Merry Christmas Josh…” “Merry Christmas Y/N.”

[mamamittens]

Shaking the Snow Globe

This is part 9/12 of December Event 2023

Thatch X OC(Nikia)

Warnings: Winter weather concerns, mentions of hypothermia, and being very cold.

Pre-any confession. That stage where Thatch is a determined menace and Nikia is still in denial.

Word Count: 2,814

The Moby Dick settled into port with ease, Thatch’s brothers and sisters preparing to disembark with practiced movements. They’d done this many times before over the years and several on this very island. Thatch was doing some last minute supervision of the menu for those that wanted to stay on the ship or couldn’t leave for whatever reason. A few were sick and injured, though many more just didn’t want to go out at the moment.

This was a sort of holiday retreat for the crew. Sure, they could go anywhere, but not many islands offered both sunny beaches and a winter wonderland to explore within such easy reach. The fact that Thatch had a thing for a ranger on Winter Isle was… irrelevant. Totally not why he was making sure everything in his division was settled before he made his way to see her. He just wanted to make sure he wasn’t disturbed on his vacation!

That’s all. Really!

Still, due to this, he was one of the last to get off a couple of hours later. Packed and ready for the weather he was about to endure. They’d docked on Summer Isle due for the sake of ease, so he’d still need to hop onto a ferry to make it the rest of the way. Thatch was distantly disappointed that Nikia didn’t prefer to stay on the much more pleasantly temperate island, but largely suspected that crowd control motivated that decision more than anything else. It was very beautiful on both islands but… well, he’d be lying if he said the image of Nikia in beachwear with a house on the shoreline wasn’t enticing.

At the very least, it was incredibly cozy in her lodge. Every moment felt much more intimate knowing that the entire place was surrounded by metric tons of snow that perpetually piled up around the mountainside. It also gave him every excuse to sidle up to her and share warmth. Because of course the stubborn woman was cold as ice naturally and still wanted to live in a winter wonderland.

When he made it to the ferry, he noticed how empty it was. While ignoring any of the knowing looks his siblings gave as he passed them. The small vessel was quite light on trips to the sister island, but from the looks of it, he was the only one interested in the trip.

“Hey, what gives? Aren’t there usually at least a few people wanting to go over there?” Thatch asked the captain of the ferry. The old man looked at him in amusement, his pristine feathers fluttering under a white caplet.

“Son, ain’t nothing to do over there but freeze right now.” Thatch narrowed his eyes, looking out across the water to the island in question. It did look more consumed in cloud cover than the last time he’d seen it. But weren’t snowstorms common over there? “Worst time to try and go to the hot springs unless you want to crowd into the village spots with everyone else. Every year it gets like this. From the end of November to late December, almost back to back storms. No one is going anywhere on that island unless they absolutely have to. Same for going to the island.”

Thatch felt a stab of concern in his chest. He knew Nikia could handle herself. It certainly couldn’t be her first year over there, after all. But still… a whole month is a long time to be stuck in one place, totally unable to leave. What if something happened? What if she ran out of food or firewood? He realizes that she can fly but what if she can’t even open the door because she’s so snowed in?

Or does she stay in the village with everyone else during this time? Thatch doubted it but…

“I’m actually visiting someone. Ranger Nikia. Would she be in her lodge or…?” Thatch asked anxiously. The old man looked surprised.

“Little Nikia? Well, not so little now I suppose, is she?” He mused with a small grin. “Nah, lass will be in her home, same as she is every year. If you’re concerned? Don’t be. She has her affairs well in hand. Always been independent, that one. Doesn’t care for company, either.”

Thatch grinned at that.

“Yeah, I got that impression. Still, I wanted to visit her anyway.” Thatch sighed and the old man stared for a moment, understanding in his eyes when he finally shook his head.

“Very well then, try not to make too ah fool of yerself now, lad. Nasty storm… you may have to wait a few days to make the trip.” He commented before blowing the departing whistle.

Thatch looked out across the water again and scowled.

The hell he would.

--*--

Nikia sighed, reluctantly emerging from the hot spring. The usual warmth had a cold bite to it, the stone floor chilled from the nonstop blizzard that had plagued the mountain for three days now and didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. The extra rooms in the lodge had been sealed until the Snowmelt Festival in January. The windows shuddered. Extra wood lined her enclosed porch and the entryway. Even her pantry and cold storage had been stocked ahead of time. The traditional tree sitting in the corner, decorated with lights, childhood ornaments, and candies. The tree slowly growing fruit that hung heavy between the branches.

The benefit of knowing well in advance that there would be rough weather for some time.

Nikia dried off and dressed in thick pajamas. Applying product to her hair before leaving the bathroom. Glancing up where the upper level looked down to the main floor. A thick tapestry pulled taut across the space to keep the warmth as centralized as possible. Even her preferred bedding had been moved from her usual room to the cushioned pit before the fireplace.

Sure, she could stay up there. Burrow into her blankets for hours on end. But the cold wouldn’t do her lungs any favors in her sleep and the constant onslaught outside didn’t make it any easier to conserve heat. She loved living here, but her body did not appreciate the below freezing temperatures.

Nikia stopped by the kitchen, pouring out a bowl of grits from the stove that had been left to simmer and a mug of warm milk. Then she parked herself right in front of the fireplace, her back and wings to the flames, as she ate. When she finished, her wings would still be wet, but no longer dripping. And then she can preen without flicking water everywhere.

She didn’t have to clean up every day in this weather, but the routine made her feel better anyway. And the absolute state her wings would be in if she didn’t wasn’t worth thinking about.

With no responsibilities, Nikia enjoyed taking time to herself in total isolation.

This, she mused putting away her dishes and taking a seat to begin tidying her feathers up in the firelight, is exactly why I love living all the way out here.

Total rest and relaxation.

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Thatch scowled at docks, noting with irritation that visibility was low. Not a problem for a seasoned veteran on the Grand Line and a Yonko Commander to boot, but still annoying. He was strong enough and skilled enough to make it to Nikia’s lodge, but… he was beginning to understand why no one was interested in coming over here. The average person certainly wouldn’t make it in this weather.

But Thatch wasn’t average and he came prepared.

So, he threw back his shoulders and began the slow trek into the storm. Observation haki keeping him on track the entire time as he fought the howling wind and frigid snow. It didn’t take long for the chill to seep into his bones, past the many insulation layers and cautionary gear he’d donned. Thatch didn’t want to imagine how cold he’d be if he hadn’t secured local gear the first time he came.

His pack weighed heavily on his back as he struggled to not slip and fall. Snow rising and falling anywhere from his calves to his thighs. But still, he kept moving, aware that his odds of turning around weren’t very good. His tracks likely swallowed whole within moments.

About an hour in and Thatch begins to wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t like the walk was easy in good weather. The trails typically only had, at most, knee deep snow in some parts. Something about it being the flow path of the hot springs melting the ice above or something. But fuck him was this storm no joke!

His hands felt wooden and clumsy as he clenched them. His joints aching as he trudged onwards at a steady clip, grateful for his long stride. At timed the wind was at his back and nearly shoving him ahead but then it would switch and he’d be pelted with snow like tiny daggers seeking his eyes. He was thoroughly bullied by the weather and quietly wishing he had called ahead or maybe just waited for a break in the weather.

His body felt worn and slowly generating enough heat that he distantly wondered if he was entering the beginning stages of hypothermia. At the very least, he wasn’t compelled to strip yet, so there was that to be thankful for, he supposed. But he was god damned Thatch mother fucking Newgate!

He’d done too much stupid shit to be beaten by a blizzard! Even if it was nearly whiteout conditions! His haki worked just fine, thanks!

So fine, in fact, that he didn’t realize how dark it was getting. His senses growing fuzzy and weak as the light faded along with any hope of warmth from the sun. His eyes burned from the wind chill and he just closed them, trusting his instincts to guide him straight and not into a tree. The relief slight but notable.

It was fucking cold and only going to get colder from here on out.

Distantly, he was pleased and relieved to note how close he was to Nikia’s lodge. Enough that, if the weather had been clear, he could skip up to her front steps in barely any time at all. Would if he thought his legs could take the abuse on top of what they were already receiving. Snow caking his clothes and weighing him down further.

Light filtered through his closed eyelids and for a hysterical moment, Thatch wondered if he had somehow managed to walk all day and night in a blizzard. His eyes squinting open as he tried to focus on what was in front of him.

Thatch laughed, throat burning with the cold that froze his lungs.

It was her lodge. He’d made it—somehow.

If any of his family knew what he did, he’d be grounded to his bed for a year. Stupidest shit he’d done for a pretty girl in a very long time, that’s for sure.

Laughing hoarsely, Thatch stumbled and nearly face planted into the front steps. Scrambling with all the grace of an injured fawn to reach the front door. His fist banged on the wood, uncertain if it was unlocked or if his hands could even turn the handle.

There was a scramble of someone just barely audible over the storm. The door being thrown open and Thatch nearly wept as warmth poured over his beaten body.

Nikia stood, frozen. Cozy blue pajamas covering her from neck to ankles, thick socks on her feet. She looked flushed and clean, the picture of good health. Wings flared out in alarm as she looked him up and down in disbelief.

“H-Hee-ey bee-beautiful!” Thatch rasped from under layers of snow-covered gear.

Nikia jerked and pulled him in carefully. Her height growing as she nearly carried him into the threshold to shut the door.

“Thatch, what the fuck are you doing in this weather?!” Nikia hissed in worry, jerking off his clothes briskly, letting it all fall to the floor.

Thatch moved to stop her, worried that he’d get even colder before he even realized what he was doing. His frigid hands bumping against her warm skin like dead wood. He literally moaned when she cradled them in her hands, the heat from her body soaking his bones with relief. Nearly catatonic, Thatch didn’t say anything else as he was stripped down to his boxers and pulled to the fireplace. Warm blankets curled around his body as he shook violently.

“Shit, dude, what were you thinking?! We’ll try and warm you up slow, too fast and… we’re just going to take it slow, alright?” Nikia spoke gently, rubbing his shoulders through the blankets, encouraging him to sit against the cushions. Thatch nodded, though the motion was more like jerks of his chin. “Think you could eat? I’ve got grits on the stove. It’ll do you good to have something warm to eat.” She cooed, rubbing his cheeks as she studied his face.

Thatch could only consider her eyes. When they first met, he thought they were cold. Like frozen steel. Too pale a hue to be ocean blue but enough color that the edges sank into watercolor. Her expressions stilted and distant. But now here she was… holding him gently despite his stupidity. This close he could see how her brow furrowed in worry, lips pursed as she looked like she could cry.

Thatch licked his chapped lips and attempted to smile.

“Y-You kn-know, I h-heard body h-heat help-s b-bes-t.” Thatch mumbled and undeniable fondness washed over her features, lip quirking in amusement.

“After you eat something.” Nikia promised softly, pressing a soft kiss to his frosty nose. And then she was gone, off to the kitchen.

Thatch knew the direct heat from the fire was warmer without her blocking it, but still couldn’t help but feel colder without her. Clumsily, Thatch wriggled into a more comfortable position. Luxuriating in the waves of heat that washed over him, eyes nearly falling shut.

A soft, warm body slipped in beside him and Thatch jerked awake. Turning to find Nikia fishing out his hands from under the pile of blankets to hand him the bowl. He still shook, but the heat was a welcome gift as she steadied his hands. Helping him with every spoonful of homemade grits.

It was sweet, buttery with a perfect dash of cinnamon. Thick too, but not enough to stick in his sore throat. Bits of tart fruit almost melting on his tongue as he ate every bite. He was exhausted by the time the bowl was empty but a bit sad it was over with. The bowl now tepid in his much more stable hands.

Thatch whined a little when Nikia left, taking the empty bowl with her and returning with a cup of hot milk that he nearly drank in one swig. A perfect drink to wash down the grits. And then she was gone again and Thatch couldn’t take it anymore. He was completely wiped out, though he no longer shook violently. Every slow blink taking an eternity as he fought the urge to nod off.

There was a faint sound of wood clattering together and a renewed wave of heat. The shuffle of wet fabric.

Soft hands tugging him to lay down.

Even though it disturbed the pocket of warmth he was nestled in, Thatch didn’t complain when the blankets were gently peeled away to make room for a smaller body against his. His hands curling over her hips and shoulders as he buried his face into her vaguely damp hair.

“…mmm…” Thatch mumbled indistinctly.

“Yeah?” Nikia asked against his chest, her hands rubbing over his aching back.

“… I was worried about you all alone up here.” Thatch chuckled to himself. “Wanted to look after you… looks like you’re the one that ended up looking after me.” Thatch mused sleepily, listening to the blizzard beating the outside of the lodge and the quiet pop of the fireplace.

Thatch could feel her breath wash over his skin as he started to lose the battle against sleep. Her lips pressed over his heart as she sighed in his arms. Wings curling over him, casting him in darkness.

“Thank you… you’re a sweet but reckless man.” Thatch smiled, letting his eyes slide closed as sleep dragged him under. “You’re welcome any time but, really, you could have just called. Your voice is enough—”

And Thatch was out. His dreams sweet and filled with warmth. A soft, quiet woman chiding him playfully as the storm raged on. Feeling for all the world that there was nothing but them and this moment. Alone by the fire in each other’s arms. Safe and sound.

“—I always love to hear from you.”

[hoodievixen]

With My Own Eyes - Part 5 - Waxing Gibbous (Dream of the Endless x OC)

Based off of this

Summary: Morpheus just wanted to keep his soulmate safe. She just wanted to make her own decisions. Doesn't help that he doesn't show her his face.

Words Count: ~ 4 K

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, witchcraft, bad grammar and even worse spelling, !Comic Spoilers!

A/N: It took me so long to write like the last thousand words. But I got it done. Happy Holidays!

Tag List:   @intothesoul @ poemfreak306 ​

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Now being back home Sibyl didn't know what to do. She spent the afternoon yesterday doing upkeep. From laundry that had been sitting there for an extra week, cleaning out the rotten food from her fridge, and answering the total of three messages while she was gone. But after a night of sleep in her own bed, she woke to not wanting to do anything.

Sibyl could swear any day prior she had a thought of "If I was home I could..." Yet now she was home she had no idea what to do.

Sibyl spent most of the morning staring down her works in progress, a comfort show on in the background. There was no modivation to do anything. It just turned to her watching the same show for the uptenth time. All while hating herself for not being productive.

When lunch time rolled around she came to the realization that there wasn't anything to eat, as she threw it out the night before. Sibyl tried to see if her friend would go out with her. She didn't even get her friend to answer her phone.

She was gathering up her things, deciding to go out on her own. She was checking what cash she had when there came a tap on her window. On the other side of the glass sat a large black bird. She only knew of one that would come knocking on her window. She rushed to unlock it, and lift it open. "Matthew?" she questioned.

"Who else could it be?" he joked as he fluttered in and landed on her counter.

Sibyl closed her window to keep out the summer heat. "I intended it more to question why you are here," she clarified.

"I'm a free bird, I can go where I want," he told her, flapping his wings.

"You're bored, aren't you," Sibyl deadpanned.

Matthew looked away. "A bit, yeah. There's nothing going on in the Dreaming."

"Well I was going to go get lunch. I would enjoy some company," Lore offered, sticking her phone in her pants pocket.

Matthew flew over and landed on her shoulder, something he had only started to do the day before. "Sure," he agreed, "I wanna see what people do when they see me on your shoulder."

They stared. Some kids pointed. The tired worker at the cafe chose to ignore it. The most unique thing to happen was a dog barking at them. But no one said a word.

"You got any roommates I should be worried about?" Matthew asked as he took in the place.

"No," Sibyl assured him. She sat down on her couch, ready to dig into her to go food. "I live alone."

Matthew nodded his head. Sibyl smiled, such a human reaction coming from an animal. Something she thought could never be a reality. There been a lot of things that have changed for her very quickly. "Have you ever been to hell?" Sibyl asked.

"Yeah..." Matthew said sounding unenthused and far off.

Sibyl knew what was up with her. Why she couldn't bring herself to do anything, let alone have interest in doing anything. She was worrying. Normally she'd be able to sit her own mind up with logic, or plain out proving her worries were unfounded. But worry about someone you just started to get to know, and actually sorta like, going to Hell with the possibility of not coming back, wasn't something one can think themselves out of. Cause by all logic, Morpheus most likely won't come back.

"What's it like?" Sibyl almost whispered the question.

Matthew hoped down to settle on the couch next to Sibyl. "Cold," he started, "and weird. It is everything you think it is, yet not at the same time."

"Do you believe in hell?" the bird asked, remembering his conversation with Morpheus when they first arrived in hell.

Sibyl tried to laugh. "Sorta have to at this point," she joked. "But I did before. Grew up Christian, went to church every Sunday, said prayer on holiday with the extended family, and watched VeggieTales. As a teen I started not to believe. If God was real, why would so many bad things happen, why didn't people care about one another, why did my prayers go unanswered.

It upset my mother, but my belief was broken. I didn't care why the universe was. I was, and I would be what I wanted to be. But the things your told as a kid they stick with you, and it's human nature to wonder what comes next. So alway in the back of my mind I believe Hell existed, and since it did I was destined to end up in it's pits. I never feared it, I just accepted it as a fact, much like how every living thing dies."

"People only go to hell because that is where they believe they should go," Matthew confessed a secret of the universe. Something he overheard, of which he shouldn't have.

Sibyl smirked, "Sound like Christianity." She bit down, taking a too large bite.

"What about Lucifer?" she asked as she finished chewing. "Do you think Morpheus will be okay?"

Matthew looked to his feet. "I want to believe so." While it was an opinion, it also shared a truth.

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Still unable to get herself to do anything, Sibyl turned in early for the night. It was weird waking up back in the Dreaming. She knew she was dreaming. It didn't feel as real as it usually did, like all dreams. She was standing in the throne room, barefeet on cold marble floors. She scanned up the stairs to his throne, where she'd always spot him. Where better to look for him than the place you always find him.

Sibyl laughed to herself. She didn't realize how much she's grown attached to the guy in such a short amount of time. He was quite and brooding. But in a thoughtful way. He would take in every words given to him and think tirelessly for the perfect response to get what he wanted back. Even if it was no answer at all. While he had a weird way of showing it, he did care. Changing his approach just requires communication, which Sibyl has plenty of practice with.

"Lady Sibyl?" the voice of Lucienne echoed from behind.

Sibyl glanced back and gave a smile to the familiar face. "I told you Lucienne, Sibyl is just fine," she reminded her. She glanced back at the throne. "Or Lily, it's what my friend's call me."

"Alright, Sibyl." Lily rolled her eyes. Of course she'd choose the more formal one. "May I ask what you are doing here? And how you got here?"

Lily shrugged. "Sorta just dreamed myself here," she confessed.

Lucienne looked to where her gaze was. It was practically glued to the throne, a melancholy smile tugging at her lips. "You must dearly miss him."

Lily let out a laughed. "I guess I do."

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Lily looked up from her hands when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her. She didn't know how much time had passed, it had probably been hours. She smiled at the familiar man walking towards her.

"I hope you haven't been waiting long," Morpheus commented.

Lily smirked, "I was the one who decided to wait." He came and sat down on the stairs next to her. "I'm glad to see you are alright."

"I apologized for any worry I may have caused," Morpheus apologized.

"Nah," she refused it. "My thoughts are my own problems. If I want to worry about my friend, I will."

Morpheus turned to look at her. She still got unsettled by the sight of his helm and not a face. "I am touched that you have concern for my well being," he told her, "Thank you, Sibyl."

"Lily," she corrected him. "No one calls me Sibyl. It's a family name, so gotta a couple others in my life. You never asked, so I never told you. But I keep thinking I'm in trouble whenever I hear that name." She finished off with a laugh, not to sour the light tone between them.

"So, how was Hell?" Lily was quick to change the topic.

Morpheus pulled out an old key made of a dark metal. "Closed," he answered nonchalantly. "Lucifer had left their station. Giving me the key to Hell."

"What?" she asked in confusion.

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Lily jumped at the sudden appearance in front of her. "Fuck," she hissed as she had knocked a mug into the ground. She let out a groan looking at the shattered pieces and spilt coffee. "I really need to put a bell on you."

"Apologies," Morpheus apologized, stepping around the counter to help Lily pick up the mess.

Lily shied him away, flicking a towel at him. "I've got it," she told him. But before she could pick up a single piece of shatter ceramic, it all disappeared into sand. "Well, that works..."

"Are you prepaired to go?" he asked her.

Lily nodded, "Just let me grab something." She walked past him into the door behind him

His gaze followed her until she disappeared through the door way. Dream's gaze shifted to the canvases propped against the wall. He lifted one of the paintings to take a look at it. Sprawled across the canvas was a forest in fall. In the middle ground, almost missable, was a figure clad in mourning clothes. The next one was a cave of blues and white with warm reflections. The one after was a pair of lovers playing on tree swing surrounded by blooming greenery.

"Oh, yeah, those," Lily sighed, stepping out her her room was a bag over her shoulder. "I had been waiting for a sunny day to photograph them."

Dream looked at the final painting. The pair of figures sat next to eachother, covered in shadows casted by the sunset. "It's a story," he commented. Quite a simple story. One of new love and the lose of it.

Sibyl shrugged, "That's sorta what I do. Every series I paint tells a story. I tried making comics before, but just dosen't feel the same."

"You clearly take insperation from impressionalism," Dream commented, remembering who her favorite artist is. The background where more strokes of color than anything realistic. By the people in her paintings look so beautifully blended that they could walk off the painting if the so desired.

Lily stood next to him, gazing at the painting Morpheus was still holding up. "My friend likes teasing me that I don't know how to paint backgrounds," she confessed with a laugh. "She's not much of an art person, so she dosen't get it."

The meaning from such a decision was very easy to figure out. Someone could put in minimal thought with basic art knowledge and come to the meaning. "The people and who they are matter more than where it happens."

"Yeah, other artist have critiqued saying it too simple of symbolism, but they're just a bunch of stuck up picks," Lily groaned, "That's why I never went to art school."

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Lily halted in her speedy walk to go eat breakfast. "Well hello there," she greeted the familiar helm. "What bring you here so early in the morning?"

"I've come to advise you to stay away from the dinning hall," he told her.

Sibyl tilted her head in confusion. "Why?" she wondered.

"Word has spread that I have the key to hell," he told her, "Many have come to ask for it to be handed over to them, and more will come. I do not wish for you to come to harm from these visitors."

"Should I just stay in my room?" Lily wondered hesitantly. Not that she'd complained, she had just planned to go to the boarded of Nightmare to sketch the hilariously drastic devide of the land.

"No," Morpheus assured her, "The guest ar to stay in the dinning hall until this evening where they will be shown to their rooms. You are welcome to go anywhere in the palace, and in the dreaming."

Lily gave an awkward thumbs up. "What about food...?" she wondered, feeling her empty stomach churn.

"Meals will be delivered to you chamber," he told her, "Someone will be up with your breakfast shortly." He found it cute how he could visibly see her relax with the assurance of food.

"Saddly, with needing to host the visitors, I will not be able to spend anytime with your today," Morpheus shared. He was glad to see a small grown appear on Lily's face. "Matthew will once again join you, if you need anything just let him know." With a bow of the head he turned to leave.

"Morpheus," Lily called after him before he could get too far. "If you want to, you can stop buy this evening," she offered, "Again, if you want to. Don't feel like you need to."

Dispite the fact Dream did not need to breath, he felt his breath hitch. Even if their relationship stayed like this for eternity, he would be happy. "We shall see," he told her. Who's to tell what event may occur with the guests.

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Dream softly knocked on the door to Lily's chambers. He was not sure if she had yet to trun in for the night. With most guests requesting to meet him personally, his evening ran longer than he had hoped. His unbeatinf heart fluttered at the should of hurried shifting from the other side of the door.

Lily opened the door, a smile on her face. "Well hello there," she repeated the greeting from this morning. "Wasn't sure if you were going to pop in." She opened to door wider, inviting him in.

"It would be quite rude to turn down an invitation from a lady," he told her with a small laugh.

Sibyl closed the door behind him. "So, how was your day?" she wondered, trying to spark conversations.

Morpheus was silent in thought. Lily settled on her sitting room couch, waiting patiently for his answer. He settled down in an arm chair just to her right. "I have much to think about," he confessed.

"I believe it," she agreed with a scoff, "Still trying to wrap my head around the whole 'key to hell' thing. I can't imagine who'd want it."

"That would not be hard, most of them are still known as myths to humans," Morpheus told her.

Sibyl raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his words. "Like who?" she quedtioned.

"There are the Asier, Odin and his son Thor have come as a delegation, even brought the trickster Loki with them." Dream was a mused by the look of shock of Lily's face, knowing it would only get more dramatic the more he shared. "Sent from their own Pantheon is Anubis, Bast, and Bes. By himself is Susano-O-No-Mikoto. To reclaim hell are the demons. Azazel, Choronzon, and Merkin. There are also the emissaries from both Choas and Order, respectively. Then there are the angels Duma and Remiel to over see it all. Finally are a pair of fae siblings Cluracan and Nuala sent by Queen Titania to see to the key not changing hands."

Lily was silent, looking tk the ground with an unreadable expression. "Dude you just broke my understanding of everything," she told him in a serious tone. "But how or who gave Matthew a balloon? Cause he let it go in my room, and it sorta phased into the ceiling, and now red latex pieces keep randomly falling out of it.... It's been a really weird couple of hours."

"I'll see to it that it stops," Morpheus assured.

"No," she laughed, "I wanna see how long it take for everything to fall back down."

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Lily had perched herself on a stool before an easel. She had spent most of the day there, and her joint weren't enjoying the awkward angle they were forced to keep. She knew she should have at least gone out for a walk. She knew better than to stay in one position for hours on end, yet she still did.

And all she had to show for her stiffness was a see of barren trunks. Lily was practiced in giving the impressions of trees, less so on making them look real. Something had compelled her to paint the scenery of the dreaming, realistically at that.

Lily was in a lul of her attention, busy wiping paint out of her brush. A soft knock was heard from behind her. She turned to find Morpheus standing in the open doorway, knuckles lowering from the open door. "You seem distracted," he commented.

Lily awkwardly laughed, brushing back stray strands of hair lingering around her face. "Yeah," she sighed, "I can get like that when I'm in the zone. Sorry if I didn't hear you say something."

Dream stepped across the threshold into the studio. "I have only just arrived," he assured her.

She spun around in her chair, her joints screaming at her. They had not appreciated the sudden quick movement. "I take it the whole Key to Hell situation is solved," she inquired.

"Indeed," Morpheus nodded. "Some of the guest are still here, but all should leave within a days time."

"Cool-io," Lily said with a thumbs up. "Can I ask what you decided to do?"

Lily felt, even through the helm, his gaze on her was different. "There is nothing you can't ask me," he said sincerely, "I had bit been the one to make the final decision. Had it been an option since the begining, I would not have hesitated as much as I did to make a decisions. The angels have taken the key, ruling Hell under the oder of their lord."

Lily hummed, "That sorta makes sense." She looked to the floor, slipping that knowledge in her recently growing folder in her brain housing the strange truths of the universes. She had no idea what she'd ever do with the folder, but it was there.

Lily returned her attention to Morpheus, who had settled in a chair I front of a drawing desk. He even sat in a simple wooden chair like it was a throne. "Is there something you came to me for?"

Morpheus hesitated to answer. "I just wanted to hear your voice," he confessed.

Sibyl was middly stubbed by his words. She couldn't help the smile appear on her face as her cheeks heated up. "Hopefully you weren't hoping for something too beautiful," she joked, "Rarely dose anything mildly intelligent leaves my mouth."

"You could say anything, and you would hold my undevided attention."His soothing voice did little to help Lily feel lest flustered by his words.

Sibyl smirked with a devious idea, "Then do you want to hear about some of my useless knowledge? I'd be happy to bring you up to date with the Fnaf lore."

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Lily opened up the rather simple door. Not all the doors in the palace were the same. Many were, but it all depended on where they lead. She knew this room existed, but had never been to it herself; the kitchen. She was surprised to find it void of any people.

"So why did you want to come here?" Matthew asked, settling down in the counter. He had been the one to lead her here, still her chaperone when Morpheus was busy. But she didn't mind a friend.

Sibyl started searching through the cupboards, taking note of what each one held. "I want to make cookies," she simply commented, pulling our a large mixing bowl.

Matthew hopped along the edge of the counter to follow Lily. "Couldn't you just ask for some?" the bird wondered.

"I don't want to eat them," she explained, "I want to make them." She found the cupboard that stored the sugar and flour, checking to see what was what.

"Who for?" he teased.

Lily pinched flour between her fingers, nodding at figrueing out what white substance was what. "Morpheus," she answered nonchalantly, "Might get him to take off that stupid thing."

"Yoy know he dosent eat, right?" the raven wondered.

"Yes," the woman groaned, "But this is the best idea I have. I got used to him wearing it, but now it's annoying. Like well be having a perfectly normal conversation, and turned to look at him just to see bug eyes."

"He has his reason," Matthew said sarcastically.

Sibyl sighed, looking across the ingredients she has gather on the counter. "Which I respect, if he told me what they were," she complained, "He either needs to respect me enough to tell me that reason or trust me to show me his stupid face."

"So, you're going to force him to take it off?" The bird was confused.

Sibyl shook her head, "No, I am going to force him into a situation where he should choose one or the other."

Matthew flew over to land on her shoulder. "And if he dosen't?" he wondered.

"My times almost half up," she reminded him.

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"I do not need to eat," Dream simply reminded her.

"I know," Lily hesitantly mumbled, "I just wanted to do something for you. I know I can't do much, but this is something I can do." She slightly lifted up the plate of cookies in her hands.

Sibyl had been rather bashful since she came up to him in the throne room. It was rather cute, her hesitence and embarrassment. Dream was wondering how he could get her to react like this to something he'd do.

"I very much appreciate your thought," Dream assured her, "But you need not do such things."

She slightly nodded her head. "Well incase you change your mind," she sat the plate on one of the higher steps. "I'm gonna go help Lucienne in the library." She awkwardly made her way to the exit. Lily took one glance back before exiting the throne room.

Matthew flew down from his perch, landing on the stairs. "If you aren't going to eat them, can I have one?" the bird asked. Lilt hadn't let him have any, as it wasn't in a raven's natural diet and she didn't want to get him sick.

"If you feel you must," Morpheus answered, removing his helmet.

The raven started pecking at a cookie on the edge of the plate. "You know, she just wants to see your face," Matthew confessed.

"Explain your words," Dream demanded, settling back down in the stairs.

Matthew dramatically pecked out a chocolate chip from the cookie. "I mean, you want her to trust you, right?" he pointed out, "Sorta hard for her to do that when you clearly hiding something from her."

Dream reached over grabbing a cookie from the plate. There was much he needed to think about in regards to Lily. His relationshop with her was much different than all his others. She practically hated him in the begining, but she has come to like her. Dream has also come to enjoy many qualities Lily possess. Buy the relationship wasn't yet at a place he felt comfortable. He wanted her to stay for him, not a shallow desire for his looks. Only half the cycle was coming to pass, for all he knew Sibyl may still wish to return to her life come the next new moon.

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"So you're really a witch?" Matthew questioned. He knew her to read old tomes, as well as mentions in passing from Morpheus, but never actually confirmed it.

Sibyl tucked away her notes. She was comparing her note of her family grimoire to the notes of a very similar story in a lost one. "Yup," she answered nonchalantly, "Not like the new aged witches, they have the right idea just not the proper execution. I can do magic."

Mattgew settled himself in her shoulder. "Can you show me?" he asked timidly. "Like I've seen the boss do some magical stuff, but like you're human."

Lily softly smiled, adjusting herself in the grass. "I guess I could show you something," she shrugged, before holding out her hand.

Matthew watched in anticipation as Sibyl steadied her breath. He could also hear her heart beat even out, matching her breathing. In her outstretched hand lit a flame. There dancing in her palm was a mass of fire. She let it linger for a moment before closing her hand the smother the flames.

"Woh," the raven said in awe. "I thought you'd need like a cauldron or something. Maybe some eye of newt, frog tongue, blood of a virgin."

Sibyl laughed, "Some spells reguire stuff like that. Though those are all slang terms for different things. But fire is elemental magic. It's the most simple for of magic for us witches. All know how to weild all six, but tend to be intune to one more than the rest. For me that happens to be fire."

"Five?" he questioned, "Isn't it just earth, air, fire, and water."

"Those are indeed four of them, but the others people don't think about are life and mind," Sibyl explained, "Though those two only have a couple basic spells, most spells of those elements are higher levels."

She had weaved her hands into the grass and from between her fingers sprouted a small yellow and white flower. "This is the most one can do with life before requiring a higher price." Lily removed her hand from the grass.

Matthew hoped down to examine the plant, pushing leaves away in order to see that it had roots. The bird than looked up to the witch, excitement over taking him. "What else can you do?"

Sibyl wore a smirk, "What do you have in mind?"

[whentherewerebicycles]

good morning! I slept nine and a half hours and could’ve slept more phew. I am super crampy today but it’s back in the normal levels of period pain range. I got to make a job offer to our favorite candidate this morning which was so nice!! and they accepted whoohoo so now we’re just waiting on HR to finalize everything. I have a few small work tasks to do but everyone’s half out of office already for the holiday. plus I can tell I’m going to be working a bunch next weekend to prep for some big meetings the following week, so I am giving myself permission to not strive today lol.

today I would like to:

read a novel

work on this writing project in a fun relaxed way. honestly sometimes I think that I have two separate hobbies that I mistakenly group under the umbrella category of ‘writing’. one is actually working on writing projects in a focused way, but the other is more just like… engaging in expansive and joyful imaginative play? I love and get a lot of fulfillment out of spending hours immersed in a new world just feeling out its contours and internal rules and interpersonal dynamics. so I think today I just want to play, without really worrying about whether I’ll eventually want to transition into the related but distinct activity of making a writing project happen.

make a cooking plan for the big meal we’re making tomorrow

that’s it! I just finished harrow the ninth and can’t get over how insanely daring and rich and moving and strange that book was jesus. I was worried that the last few weeks might knock me out of the excellent summer novel-reading rhythm I’d established but I devoured that book so fast and am itching to start something new. the thing I need to keep reminding myself is that the first 50-70 pages of almost anything (even a well-written book!) are tough because you haven’t yet wholly given yourself over to the story or the characters… I feel like for that first little bit I’m still holding myself back a bit from the story, trying to decide if I really want to suspend disbelief or not. but if I can get past that initial hurdle I am usually hooked. so I think if I want to really keep up a good novel-reading habit I need to be aware of that initial friction and figure out ways to reduce it. one thing I’ve found is that if I take a book to the park with my sister and leave my phone in my bag I can usually get through a big chunk with no distractions and that gets me far enough that I’m likely to keep going.

mm I think there might be a lesson about persisting in writing projects buried in here too. it’s easiest to walk away in the early stages of the process because you haven’t fully given yourself over to the story yet… its problems and tangles don’t yet quite feel like they’re your problems. I remember in my last big project I hit a certain point where I knew I was going to finish the story not because I was within sight of the end but because I was so vexed by this one particular character development problem that I thought about it day & night and even started dreaming about it. I feel like if I can stick projects out to that point—the point where I’m like well I HAVE to figure this out because this question MATTERS to me and a lack of resolution here is gonna drive me insane—I have a much, much higher chance of finishing them because it’s no longer a question of me letting the story go, it’s an issue of the story not letting ME go. anyway idk to think further. also nona the ninth hasn’t arrived yet so I have to pick a book to start next aaaaaa what should it be. I had the thought yesterday that I’m almost finally ready to read the third wolf hall book but I’m strongly considering starting over from the beginning and reading all the way through. tbd.

[kozmicxblues]

Stranger Things Masterlist

I'm keeping a running list of the fic I've written. You can also go through the #eeriewrites tag to find anything I've shared here or the #st4 tag for my headcanons and other ST posts.

How Do I Get You Alone? (T)

COMPLETE Dustin rolls his eyes and pushes off of the counter. "Your shift's almost over, right? Wanna hang out?" Steve scoops up the fallen movies. "I would, but I've got plans. Me and Eddie are meeting up at the diner." "Oh, that's cool. I'll just come with you." Steve pauses his work and looks over his shoulder at Dustin. He's got a pinched look on his face, like he's thinking something over. Dustin knows that can be a real struggle for him. "Uh... I don't... I don't know if that's a good idea." 5 times Dustin accidentally crashes a steddie date (+ 1 time Steve crashes a Hellfire Club meeting)

Time Keeps Moving On (M)

WIP When he turned around, Max was on the ground clutching her knee. Even from a distance, he could see the blood dripping down her leg from behind her fingers. Billy glanced up from his car and took in the sight before him. Then he ashed his cigarette and went back to work. That’s all it took, really. The sight of Billy Hargrove’s cold eyes as they glazed right over his bleeding sister. Eddie was digging the first aid kit out of the hall closet before he’d even made the conscious decision to go out. When the Hargroves move into Forest Hills Trailer Park, Eddie finds the younger sister he never knew he wanted. Unfortunately, she comes as a package deal with the former King of Hawkins High.

she took a look at my palm (and said you're in love) (T)

COMPLETE “Now, let’s look at your heart lines. Yours is chained. You’ve had a rocky love life, haven’t you?” “I guess that’s one way to put it.” He certainly wasn’t going to air out his series of failed relationships – stemming from his abandonment issues and the fact it took him nineteen years to realize he couldn’t connect with any of his dates because he was going after the completely wrong gender – in front of a complete stranger and a group of children. He definitely didn’t want to be discussing this in front of Eddie. He’d put too much effort into hiding the crush that had steadily developed over the summer before it could ruin their friendship. But any hope of avoiding that had clearly died the moment Steve stepped through Madame Loretta’s gaudy curtain beads. Steve and Eddie take the kids to a fall festival

make 'em turn their heads every place we go (T)

WIP Steve has always dreaded going home for the holidays. He's tired of putting himself back in the closet for the sake of his judgmental relatives. He's ready to stand his ground this year. Luckily, he knows just the right man for the job. In other words, a steddie fake dating au

You Still Catch My Eye (T)

WIP There’s a wave of excitement coming from somewhere in the bar. It’s almost midnight, the night ticking by even faster than Steve had realized. When he turns back from the clock, Eddie is already looking at him. He decides to be brave. “Kissing someone at midnight is supposed to be good luck, right?” Eddie smiles. “Right.” He sighs dramatically. “It would be a shame to start the year off with bad luck. Don’t you think?” Steve’s had about all the bad luck he can stand. He could do this. He’d faced down a junkyard full of monsters with nothing but a bat. He could let himself kiss a boy.

It's a Strange Magic (G)

WIP “Haven’t you ever wondered about the stuff that happens in our house? Like why Mom tries to pretend Halloween doesn’t exist? Or why she gets weird about us talking, watching, or reading anything that has the word ‘magic’ in it? You had to fight with her for months before she let you play D&D. Or about why stuff flies off of shelves every time Holly has a tantrum?” “No,” he lied. “Well, I have. And now that I know the truth, I’m not gonna stay here and turn all boring like you. If Joyce doesn’t start my training tonight, I’ll lose my powers forever.” Nancy stomped past him. “What do you mean, boring like me?” Mike chased after her. Halloweentown AU