#october babies need to stick together

[raplinenthusiasts]

nature loving giant

for @rkivedfiles 🌿

[tkaulitzlvr]

hii I absolutely adore ur writing and I was wondering if maybe you could write something where like tom attempts to do no nut November but fails and it ends with smut??? Thank youuu💗

CAN’T RESIST - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: wierdly, tom is determined to get through the entire month of november with zero sex, having failed within the first few days for the past five years you have been together. you have other ideas, focused on getting him to crack, becoming desperate yourself.

content: smut

a/n: omg i loveeee this idea thanku sm for the request!! the way u sent this at like the start of november and i’m only just posting it i’m so sorry - i’ve had like the first paragraph written for a couple weeks😭also tom would def fail nnn on november 1st at 00:01am he is not lasting a second…

“oh my god.” tom pants, pulling out of me and climbing off of my limp frame, rolling to lay beside me, his chest heaving up and down as beads of sweat line the soft skin. “don’t know how i’m gonna last a whole month without this schatz.”

his confession doesn’t come as a surprise, in fact it is the exact opposite. tom is the horniest person i have ever met, and usually, he can’t go a day without sex - whether it be something rushed and desperate in public, or a long night of raw passion between the sheets, he can’t live without sex, which is why i am so surprised that he is attempting to go through with this whole ‘no nut november’ bullshit. he won’t last a second, and deep down i think he knows that too. though after the hours that he has spent inside of me, deciding to use the entirety of today - october 31st, the day before he had to give up his uncontrollable desires - fucking me just about anywhere he could, stating that it will ‘make up for the lost time’ and ‘make it a little easier for him’, i don’t see how he could even have the energy to do anything remotely sexual for the next month, his body spent and exhausted as it collapses beside me.

“i can’t believe you’re actually doing this.” a small giggle leaves my lips amidst the shaky breaths, hands pulling the sheets upward and over my naked body before snuggling into his frame, wrapping my arm loosely across his chest. “you know that you won’t even last a day, right?”

“this means no sex for you too you know.” his eyebrow raises, eyes tiredly meeting mine with a hint of mischief, thinking that he has caught me out, though he doesn’t realise that i can handle my needs in other ways, it is him that is totally restricted.

“i don’t need your help to cum baby. cute of you to assume i do.” i smirk, kissing his cheek lazily before rolling out of bed, grabbing my panties from the soft carpet, sensing his eyes burning into me from behind. i pay no attention, flashing him a teasing smile as a reminder that i have won, slowly walking into the bathroom to freshen up, his own steps soon following.

“the fuck do you mean you don’t need my help? i can still help you cum, i just can’t fuck you, which don’t get me wrong is the worst part, but nothing says that i can’t touch you. you know i’ll go insane if i can’t even do that.” he already sounds frustrated, a small smile tugging along my lips at the realisation that he really won’t last two seconds, his desperation embarrassingly clear despite the challenge not even starting yet.

“we’ll see. you just focus on getting yourself through this dumb challenge of yours baby.” i chuckle, that same knowing grin on my face once i palm him through his boxers, his mouth falling open at the sensation. though it doesn’t last long, my hand pulling away firmly to adjust the straps of my bra as i put it back on, leaving tom shocked as i walk away, the realisation that i don’t intend to make this easy for him soon becoming real.

and i stick to my plans - set on making this the most painful month of his life, certain that he will never consider doing this challenge again.

if only he knew what he was getting himself into.

“baby?” my voice sounds throughout the quiet house, loud enough for tom to pick up on it from downstairs. i smile to myself, turning to the mirror and adjusting the strap of the bra that i had bought earlier on, whilst tom had been at practice. the black lace - a colour which tom had never been able to control himself when ever i wore it - tightly cupped my breasts, pushing them upward and highlighting my cleavage in the most tempting way possible. small silver jewels line the lace of my thongs, matching perfectly with my upper half, leaving little to the imagination - though far too much that tom wouldn’t be able to touch, a task which would seem impossible the second he laid his eyes on mine.

“yeah?”

“can you come here for a second?” my question is nothing short of innocent, calm with a slight hint of mischief, though it is clearly not enough for him to pick up on as he shouts a quick ‘sure’, the rhythmic sound of his feet trudging up the stairs signalling that he is close, and clearly not expecting anything like this. but it has been two days- fourty eight hours of no sex, no touching, not even an implicit complaint of needing anything sexual from tom. he has been strangely okay with not fucking me, a task which any other time, would be next to impossible. and i feel it - i feel the difference in his actions. he is restricted, almost holding back just in case his impulses get the better of him. but right now, his mind has no choice, my own doing the thinking for him as he is walking blindly into my carefully calculated trap.

“is everything okay-” his calm question is soon cut off by the short curses that spill from his lips when his eyes make contact with my body, not bothering to hide the way they rake down my figure, drinking in the prominent cleavage, moving downward to my curves, finally landing on the slightly transparent panties.

“jesus christ schatz you’re gonna fucking kill me.” he mutters, walking toward me and attacking his hands to my waist, the pads of his fingers tracing the bare skin of my stomach, one slipping teasingly into my panties. his lips are inches away from my own, about to lean in and seal them in a heated kiss, though i pull away, leaving him dumbfounded.

“you like?” i ask innocently, doing a quick twirl as his eyes quickly glue to my ass, soon looking upward once i face him once again. he is in some sort of trance, mouth hanging open slightly, eyes dark and lustful, though the most noticeable difference is the tent that has formed through his sweatpants, a tinge of satisfaction in my veins at the realisation that my plan has worked. despite this, i keep the naive act up, acting as if i do not notice his change in demeanour. “i bought it from victoria’s secret today. it was on sale, and this was the last one in my size. what do you think?”

“you know what i think.” he states frustratedly, his hands doing the talking as they trail down to my ass, giving the bare flesh a rough squeeze, his lips ghosting over my own. “you’re so sexy schatz, so beautiful.”

his lips attach to my own, an indisputable hunger evident as he kisses me, his free hand latching onto the loose curls that fall to my upper waist, running through them harshly. he groans lowly into my mouth, pressing his hips against my own, silently drawing my attention to the hardness between his thighs.

“look what you’re doing to me baby.” he breathes out, seeming a little angry that i have managed to get to him so easily. though he doesn’t kiss me again, instead he holds back, pressing his forehead against mine whilst his hands continue to rest on my lower back, bringing our bodies closer together. “fuck you’re making this so hard…you know that?”

“you gonna give up already?” my voice is seductive, a torturous mix of sympathetic and lustful, lips moving to rest just below his ear, kissing the skin as his eyes flutter shut, a loud sigh leaving his parted mouth, the grip on my waist simultaneously becoming tighter when my kisses speed up. “if you want me…i’m right here.”

“jesus fucking christ.” he trails off, his eyes now squeezing shut as my lips work against his neck, his mind visibly contemplating on whether he should give in. i am right in front of him, my body a blank canvas, willing to give myself up, to allow myself to be used as he pleases, in exchange for the pathetic remainder of his pride - the two days that he has gone without me going down the drain if he decides to act on the desire that is so clearly eating him up.

his visible indecisiveness isn’t enough for me. i need him to give up, to no longer care about holding back anymore, my hand moving underneath his sweatpants as i run my fingers along his length through his boxers, a loud groan leaving his lips in response. he doesn’t object, instead he seems to lean into my touch, confirmation of his defeat on the tip of his tongue, just about to be uttered, my eyes wide open as i wait for him to finally say it.

a loud buzzing sound resonating from his pocket soon takes his attention, totally destroying the moment as i remove my hand from his pants, his eyes shooting open as he takes his phone, the source of the noise, eyes slightly widening once he sees the who is calling, their name lighting up the screen. bill.

“i have to take this baby. you look beautiful by the way, and, nice try.” he says, shooting me a wink and placing a quick kiss on my lips before adjusting himself, clearing his throat and disappearing out of the room. pretty fucking convenient.

i groan in frustration, collapsing backward onto the bed, completely infuriated at the fact that he was so close to letting go, knowing that right now he could be inside of me if it weren’t for that phone call - quickly realising that this is going to be much harder than i had thought.

my eyes make direct contact with the fresh towel folded neatly on the bathroom counter, scrambling quickly to hide it in the cupboard below as i step out of the shower, hands twisting the tap as the fast flow of water soon stops. i smile to myself when i hear the faint sound of a guitar from our bedroom, signalling that tom is in there, this key to my plan. nine days - nine whole days and he hadn’t cracked, not even close to wanting to fuck, the quick make out sessions and ability to still touch me as he pleases seeming to be sufficient. and whilst his mouth and fingers feel good, i need more, desperate to feel him inside of me, willing to go to any lengths to make him crack.

my fingers rake hurriedly through my freshly washed hair in an attempt to make it look somewhat neater, whilst my body remains completely naked, dripping with water. i take one final look at myself through the fogged up mirror, certain that my plan will work this time, figuring that if it doesn’t, then literally nothing else will.

i open the door that leads directly into our bedroom, acting totally nonchalant and squeezing any last droplets of water from my hair. i walk over to the closet, pretending to scan the shelves for towels, knowing that there aren’t any in here, my entire body on display for him. the gentle strumming of the guitar soon comes to a stop, signalling that i have gotten tom’s attention almost immediately, as i had expected.

“baby have you seen the towels? i can’t find any fresh ones anywhere.” i sigh obliviously, eyes finally landing on his own, only his are fixed on my figure, clearly not paying attention to a word that i am saying. his lips are parted, eyes shifting downward as they slowly take in each inch of skin, nothing at all left to his imagination which, despite his silence, clearly offers him no thoughts deemed holy.

“hm?” he mutters, moving his guitar from where it had been resting in his lap and setting it beside him on the bed. he gets up quickly, walking toward me, the awestruck expression plastered on his face now replaced with one unable to be mistaken for anything else besides pure lust. and when his hands find my waist, running up and down it softly, tongue dipping in and out of his mouth to play with the piercing there whilst his lips are curved into a smirk, i know that i have him right where i want him.

“i said do you know where the towels are. i can’t find any and i need to get dry.” his eyes look everywhere but my face, the only thing i get in response being a subtle nod. instead, his hands move upward, cupping my breasts, whilst his head finally tilts, eyes tearing away from where his hands now roam, lips nearing closer and closer, until they roughly collide with my own.

and i waste no time kissing back, silently thanking his almost non-existent willpower, channelling my pent up sexual frustration into the kiss as my lips mould with his, sighing loudly when his teeth sink into the plush of my bottom lip. he presses himself against me, the tent in his jeans more obvious than ever, one that he won’t be able to ignore as easily as he had done last time - one that i know he has to fix, meaning that this time, he won’t leave me totally desperate. his tongue slips into my mouth when i moan slightly, the kiss more messier than before, totally unrecognisable to the soft ones we had shared up until this moment, because this time, they show that he wants this just as badly as i do.

“jump.” he mutters almost inaudibly against my lips, soon reconnecting them once he breathes in shakily, his hands grabbing the flesh under my thighs once i hoist myself upward, wrapping them around his waist. he guides us toward the bed, using the steady hold he has on my hips to grind me against his, the sensation making it harder for him to kiss back, soon reminding me that this is the first sexual contact he has had in over a week. my back collides harshly with the soft sheets as he climbs above me, reconnecting our lips and slowly spreading my legs apart. he hurriedly scrambles to take his shirt off, throwing the material carelessly across the room, revealing his bare torso.

my hands run down the skin, trailing the muscle of his abs, watching how his eyes fall shut as i move lower and lower, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans. his eyes open when i hesitate, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. he quickly places his hand on top of mine, now guiding my movements as he forces my fingers to slip below the denim, moving below the cotton of his boxers.

“what about your challenge?” i ask, just before my fingers make contact with his dick, eyes widening when he groans in frustration, rolling his eyes at my question.

“fuck the challenge.” he mumbles, forcing my hand to wrap around his dick, his head falling backward the second that the pads of my fingers trace his length, soon running up and down at a slow pace.

“oh jesus christ.” he whispers, eyes half-lidded as he fights to keep them open, desperate to watch my movements, no matter how lethargic they are. because though i have gotten what i wanted, managing to divert his attention from the ridiculous challenge onto me, i want him to be in control, opposed to me doing all the work. and somehow, he seems to read my mind, removing my hand from underneath his pants despite the unmistakable satisfaction etched upon his face. his movements are fast as he removes his jeans, boxers soon following in a messy heap of clothing on the floor.

being naked already works in my favour, allowing tom to line his tip at my entrance, hand pumping his dick lazily a few times before slowly sliding in. as he does so, the tip slips in and out of my folds ever so slightly as i whine in frustration, the stimulation not enough as it reminds me of everything that i have within arms reach, tom holding back only agitating me even more. he picks up on my impatience, my anger buying him time to savour this moment, to tease me just a little more, having me under his mercy just as i had him last time i had gotten close to making him surrender. and i am not willing to have him ripped away again, to be taunted beyond belief, instead willing to beg for him.

“stop playing around and just fuck me.” i sigh through pathetic moans, hands reaching to his neck, pulling it downward so our foreheads our inches apart. and surprisingly, he puts me out of my misery, slowly sliding into me in one smooth snap of his hips. my mouth falls open, a high-pitched moan leaving it when he bottoms out, his tip brushing against my g-spot perfectly, hands raking down his back.

and though my nails dig into the skin with enough force to draw blood, he uses the pain to build up the speed of his thrusts, teeth gritting together as he winces lowly, somewhat used to the feeling, knowing that his pace warranted the strength of my fingers dragging down his back. despite the stinging pain, he maintains a soft smirk, knowing that the soft red marks are nothing more than evidence of the pleasure that only he can provide me with. desperate to feel him just a little closer, my legs hook around his waist, drawing him even deeper inside me, so deep that i swear i can feel him in my stomach.

“you knew what you were doing.” he breathes out between soft groans, so quiet they are almost inaudible. “knew that i’d give in, didn’t you?”

whilst he can speak somewhat coherently, i had lost that ability the second his dick had entered me, any sound that i make an embarrassing mix of moans and whines - nowhere near a properly understandable sentence. though tom wants more, using one hand to grab hold of my cheeks firmly, though not enough to hurt me, forcing my eyes to make contact with his own, prompting me to answer his question.

“mhm…” i manage to mumble, eyes rolling to the back of my head when his tip repeatedly hits the soft spot inside of me, soft curses now pouring from tom’s lips as i clench around him, knowing the reaction that such movements usually encourage out of him, recognising that this time is no different.

“fuck- it’s worth it though schatz. you feel so good, taking me so well.” his words of encouragement are all i need to attach my lips to his neck, placing messy, open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin, noticing the way his lips part, quiet and almost restricted moans escaping them. it isn’t enough for me, feeling somewhat frustrated that he holds back, wanting nothing more for him to cry out in pleasure as i already am, craving for him to mirror my own ecstasy.

“i wanna hear you…” i whine quietly, clenching around him as he curses once again before mumbling a low ‘okay baby’, his lips falling open as rough moans now sound from the back of his throat, getting louder when he drills into me at a certain angle, far deeper than he has ever been before.

and when that familiar knot begins to build within my stomach, i don’t need to ask tom if he is close to, his dick beginning to twitch faintly inside of me. his teeth sink into his bottom lip, thrusts becoming slow and deep, no longer rough and fast as they had been moments ago. now i can really feel him, every inch of his dick slowly pushing inside of me, stopping for a second when he bottoms out, soft grunts leaving his lips as quiet moans escape my own, feeling him closer than i ever had before.

“gonna cum baby. do it with me, yeah?” he whispers, head dipping downward to place messy kisses across my face, starting at my forehead, trailing downward to my nose and cheeks, before ending at my lips, capturing them in yet another rough kiss, nothing like the slow and deep movements of his hips as he continues to push in and out of me.

when his lips falter, no longer able to kiss me with such force as they had when they had initiated it, i know that he can’t hold on anymore, his head tilting backward as a loud moan escapes his mouth, followed with hot spurts of cum that coat my walls, his hips rocking back and forth tiredly as he releases. the pressure of his own climax soon triggers my own, his name spilling from my lips over and over again, high off the feeling of his dick as it continues to thrust into me, fucking his seed deeper, riding both our highs.

his hold on my waist becomes softer, slight red marks in place of his fingers, our breathing loud and heavy as it envelops the room, thick with the smell of sex. he pulls out of me, sighing loudly as a mix of our juices seeps out, his hands lazily grabbing some tissue to wipe it away.

tiredly, he moves upward, his body collapsing on top of me, lips pecking my own a few times. my own arms wrap around his back, fingers tracing the skin softly in an attempt to ease the stinging pain my nails had left whilst his own hands run along my trembling frame, lips pressing sweet kisses into my hair.

“you okay?” his voice is hoarse as he speaks, attempting to appear as unbothered as possible, though i can tell he is totally worn out. i manage a quick ‘mhm’, lips turning to kiss just above his shoulder, noticing him smile weakly against me.

“are you upset about the challenge?” i ask tiredly, eyes on the verge of closing, ears barely picking up the soft chuckle that leaves his lips, his fingers squeezing the flesh of my hips as he kisses me softly, shaking his head.

“fuck the challenge.” he stretches out, bringing my body closer to his. “sex is just too good, plus it’s hard when my girlfriend walks around naked in front of me, what kind of guy ignores that shit? i don’t care if someone paid me, i’d never pass up on a chance like that. especially when you look this good.”

“you’re so romantic.” i scoff sarcastically, shaking my head at his impulsiveness, feeling him smile against me, his head lifting up to look into my eyes.

“what, i’m not allowed to say you’re beautiful?” he smirks, hands trailing my body once again, eyes visibly lighting up with that same look i had seen just minutes ago, knowing exactly what it means. “i mean, i could show you that you’re beautiful instead, if you want me to…”

though the grin on his face says otherwise, i know that he is serious about it, his actions proving so if my instincts weren’t enough. his hands trail upward knowingly, fingers running across my breasts as his lips makes content with them, placing harsh kisses onto the skin, his teeth digging in every few seconds. my head falls backward, back arching to allow him better access, silently accepting his proposal. he stops momentarily, looking into my eyes.

“we’ve got nine days of lost time to make up for schatz. i think now seems like a good time to start, don’t you?”

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 13: Hellboy (Pumpkin Spice)

Friday the 13 in October no less! Happy 13th of Fictober besties as always I hope you've all been enjoying these fics especially this weeks smutty fics and I hope your excited for more festivities in the next couple weeks of Fictober.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, Spice and everything nice. No specific pronouns or descriptions are used though the reader does work as an exotic dancer.

"You said you were ok with it! you knew what I did for work before we got together Red. Why the hell is it a problem now?" You slammed open the door to your dressing room as he followed behind you into the room.

Red had just recently got back from a mission and had come to see you at the club you worked as a dancer at. Something he always did when he got back except this time he had a stick up his ass.

"Well yeah things change toots, Especially when I show up and see all these other men drooling over you" You rolled your eyes.

"Red I tell you all the time, those guys don't matter. I just need their money you're the only one that matters to me" You understood he was jealous but you didn't understand what his issue was.

You watched as he huffed some more and briefly paced the room before sitting on the old faux leather couch you had put in the corner specifically for him to come and visit you at the club. You went and sat next to him, forgetting that you had come back to your dressing room to changed out of your skimpy attire and into street clothes.

"What's wrong red? I can't fix anything if you don't talk to me" You ran your hand up and down his arm trying to coax him to talk.

"All those men out there that aren't well ya know" He said softly

"They aren't want honey?"

"They aren't like me, their normal" He said. You're heart broke.

"Baby, You are normal, You're my normal. You're everything I could've ever hoped to find in a man. I don't care about all those rich dicks out there. The only man in the entire world I care about is you."

You watched as Hellboy processed your words, His face not giving anything away quite yet as he thought for a moment. Your eyes met his and you offered him a smile he couldn't help but to grin himself before looking away bashfully.

"You mean it?" He asked almost a playful tone to his voice.

"Of course I do. I fucking love you, plus no one can handle me like you can baby" You moved into his laps running your hands up and down his chest as you lost yourself into his eyes.

"Hey I'm sorry baby I uh, I guess I just got into my own head again" He told you, wrapping his giant arms around your waist.

"It's ok my love, I understand" You told him, pressing kisses to his face then his lips.

Your arms went around his neck as he took over the kiss. You pulled away a bit so he could fully take in your outfit choice for the night, It was a barley there number with accents in a particular color that resembled your demon boyfriend.

"Do you like my outfit baby?" You asked him playfully. He grinned.

"Course I do, red looks real good on you ya know" You both laughed.

"Ya know I'm kinda partial to red myself" His hands moved up to the zipper in the back of the outfit to take it off of you.

"Really? and why's that?"

"I don't know honestly, I've just always really liked it" He moved the fabric down your body as you started running your hands down his again.

He let the fabric drop to the floor when he finally had it completely off you, His hands made their way back to your waist working their way up to your chest as he slid his fingers over your nipples as he took in your bare form. It wasn't anything new to him obviously but he always liked to take you in like a fine art painting that he was seeing for the first time.

"You know Red I'm feeling a bit underdressed here" You said nodding to the fact that he was still fully clothed. He smirked at you and allowed you to work his shirt over his head before unbuckling his pants.

Once his pants were down, His cock sprang free smacking against his stomach. Precum already leaking out of the top of it before you had even touched anything.

You took his cock into your hand giving it a few strokes before guiding it to your entrance. He pushed into you slowly as always giving you time to adjust to his size as obviously his dick much like everything else about him is huge. Once you had adjusted to his size you gave him the go ahead by beginning to slowly bounce up and down.

He chucked at your eagerness before thrusting hard up into you before you could come back down on top of him. You gasped at the feeling of him all the way inside you, you reveled in how full he always made you feel. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you stopped for a minute just to feel him completely.

Hellboy made no move to continue to thrust so you could tell he liked the feeling of being inside you too. You put your hands behind your legs onto to his knees allowing yourself to lean back for a new angle.

"Red please, Fuck me" You pleaded breathlessly.

"What good manners you have for daddy huh?" He teased before fulfilling exactly what you wanted.

You could feel as your mixing juices were sliding down your thighs making both your laps a mess. The only sound echoing through the room other then your moans and his grunts was the slapping of skin on skin as he fucked up into you making a mess of the both of you.

He brought a giant hand up to gently wrap it around your neck. Using this as leverage he began slamming you onto his cock by your neck, his other hand holding you behind your back to keep you steady.

"Red I- I can't It's, It's" You gasped out grabbing at his chest, He made no move to stop though.

"Nah Baby, I know you can take it and you're going to take it" He commanded.

Your legs fell even more open, if that was even possible, at his words and the only words able to come from your mouth after that were incoherent mumbles in-between your moans.

You felt your walls begin to tighten as he leaned over to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving love bites as he went to further mark you as his. Suddenly here your orgasm was, You cried out as you could feel yourself wrap around his cock as he also came inside you. Your juices mixing together and making an even bigger mess.

Once you both had came he took you gently off his lap and laid you on the couch next to him as you both caught your breath.

"Hey baby you with me?" He asked, taking a cigar out of his discarded coat pocket and lighting it before taking a hand and gently rubbing your back. Wary of your ability to speak your nodded at him and he smiled.

"I'm fine Red, You just wear me out" You gave a soft laugh.

"You think your gonna be ok to walk out of here back to the apartment?" He asked, but something told you he already knew the answer.

"Probably not, You gonna be up to carry me?" You asked, knowing full well nothing stroked his ego more then having to carry you after he fucked you.

"Babydoll nothing would bring me more pleasure then carrying my baby home" Your eyes met his as you both grinned at each other like love sick fools.

Something told you Hellboy was never gonna have to worry about old rich dickheads ever again.

[ilyasorokinn]

the perfect father , elias pettersson

note, this was originally written for jacob markstrom but i decided to rewrite it for someone else. just a personal thing. also, this fic is part of the "home with the petterssons" series. check out this masterlist for more. timeline: this takes place between february 2021-october 2021 pair, elias pettersson x reader summary, y/n and elias manage to keep a huge secret from the world during quarentine. warnings, children/kids, pregnancy, covid/quarantine, a little cheesey word count, 3873 words

(gif not mine)

The NHL schedule was confusing during the regular season, but now you were even more confused with the 2020-2021 season underway. So, to make things easier for you, Elias bought a calendar with your favorite animals and filled it out with all the dates of games.

The calendar really came in handy when planning your doctor's appointment. You had a hunch about what was causing all your sickness and it wasn't a cold.

So, you called the person you knew you could rely on, the one person who would give you the advice you needed to hear and would give you the cold hard truth even if it would hurt.

Holly Horvat.

She did indeed give you the cold hard truth and confirmed your suspicions. She also stayed on the line with you while you booked your appointment.

In the meantime, to ease some anxiety and nerves, you went to the store and grabbed as many pregnancy tests as you could fit in your hands. You purchased them and rushed home as fast as you could.

You sat on the closed toilet lid, head in hand as you waited for your timer to go off. Those two minutes felt like hours. You didn't ever understand that feeling before, but you did now. Time really did go slower.

You and Elias had been together for almost five years, engaged for less than a year, and everything was great. You were great. You had talked about babies briefly, but you talked about it as if it was something in the distant future. After marriage, after a few years more in the league. Clearly, life doesn't always go the way you want it to.

When the timer went off, you jumped out of your skin. You pulled your hands away from your eyes and flipped the tests over, inhaling as you looked at all of them.

"Holy crap." You muttered.

-

“I’m home!” Elias announced a few hours later, walking into the house. He found it strange that Luna, your dog, didn’t immediately run up and greet him. He followed the sound of the TV into the living room, where he found you fast asleep, and Luna curled up around you.

He smiled, turned off the TV, and draped a blanket over you, but not before kissing you on the head. He made his way into the bathroom to take a shower. He was waiting for the water to warm up a little when he spotted something sticking out of the trashcan.

He pulled it out of the trash and his eyes widened. He dug deeper into the trash, not even caring that he was digging into the trash, and looked at all of the tests in front of him, "Holy..." He covered his mouth in shock before he ran as fast as he could to the living room.

He dropped them on the coffee table then shook you awake, "Y/N." He called out, continuing to shake you before you turned around.

"What?!" You snapped, turning around, about to snap at him again, but you stopped when you noticed the tests sitting on the table, "Oh..." You looked back up at Elias, who was looking to you for confirmation, "Surprise." You gave him a nervous smile.

"Really?" He broke out into a smile, and when you nodded, he jumped onto the couch with you and wrapped you in his arms. You hugged him tighter, kissing his cheek as he pulled away, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He frantically asked, cupping your face and then looking down at your stomach.

"No, I'm okay." You smiled at his sudden panic, but stopped and thought about it, "Actually..."

"Anything." He stated before you could finish.

"Anything?" He nodded, "That's a lot of responsibility, Mr. Pettersson." You joked.

"I can do it." He nodded.

"If you say so." You shrugged, before listing off the things you wanted at that very moment, which he grabbed from the kitchen with no hesitation.

-

Because your plan to surprise Elias was spoiled, you changed your appointment to a day when Elias would actually be home. When that day finally came, Elias woke up before you and made breakfast big enough to feed a small family.

While you ate, you pointed off to different dishes you didn't want and he gave them to your next-door neighbors, who were thrilled and excited by the Swedish dishes Elias had made.

When it was finally time to drive to the doctor's, he was bouncing off the walls of the car, barely able to contain his excitement, "I really can't go in with you?" He frowned as you slipped your bag onto your shoulder.

"I'm sorry." You pouted, "But I'll ask if I can FaceTime you." You promised.

"Okay." He perked up a little at that, "I love you. Say 'hi' to the baby for me." You smiled, leaning over to kiss him.

"I will." You gave him a salute then were on your way in. You waited anxiously, texting Elias the entire time while you waited.

"Pettersson." You stood up, dropping the magazine sitting in your lap and garnering a few looks from the other people sitting in the waiting room.

"That's me." You announced. The nurse offered you a warm smile and nodded, gesturing for you to follow her. She led you into an empty room and instructed for you to sit down.

"Is this your first time?" She asked, typing a few things into the computer.

"Is it that obvious?" You laughed nervously.

"It's okay." She gave you a smile that let you know she knew what she was doing. After she asked her questions, she quickly took some tests and rushed them off to test. And that left you by yourself in the complete quiet. And in that time, everything started to sink in.

You were pregnant.

You didn't know how much time had passed, you were so stuck in your own little world, but someone knocked on the door, and that shook you from your thoughts. A woman you presumed was a doctor popped her head in and gave you a smile.

"I'm Dr. Rowe, it's nice to meet you." She reached out and shook your hand before she made her way over to the small sink, "Y/N, right?"

"Yes." You nodded. She snapped on a pair of gloves and then sat in the chair next to the big bed-table thing next to you.

"So, we got your results back, and congrats, Mrs. Pettersson, you are pregnant." She told you. You let out a breath you hadn't known you were holding and a choked laugh, "Now, I know this is a little overwhelming, so if you need a minute..."

"I'm good." You shook your head, "I'm ready."

"All right, well, I'm going to walk you through what I'm going to do then do it, is that okay?" She smiled when you nodded again.

True to her word, she walked you through what she was going to do, step by step. She then grabbed all the tools she would need and helped you lie down.

"Can I call my husband? Would that be okay?" You asked.

"Of course." She nodded. You whipped out your phone and immediately dialed Elias' number.

"Is it time?" He asked, picking up before the first ring was over. You and Dr. Rowe laughed.

"Yes." You nodded, flipping the camera around as she squirted jelly onto your stomach.

"All right, let's find a baby." She moved the wand around your stomach. Both you and Elias watched in fascination as she moved the wand and a little blob showed up on the screen.

"Is that-?"

"Your baby." She nodded. Neither you nor Elias could say anything as you stared at the screen in pure awe, "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" You felt yourself nod and heard Elias say 'yes' immediately again.

She pressed a button on the machine and you were in awe all over again, "Elias..." Was all you managed to say through the tears. A silence enveloped the room, the only thing filling it was the heartbeat of your baby, a sound you had decided was your new favorite.

"Would you like some pictures?" Dr. Rowe asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes, please." You nodded.

You walked out of the doctor's office 10 minutes later, sonogram in hand. You made it back to the car and looked at Elias, "It's real."

"We're actually having a baby." He tearfully smiled.

-

After your appointment, all Elias could talk about was seeing your little baby in a little Pettersson jersey and how cute it would be, so before he came back, you decided to make part of his dream come true.

When Elias finally did have to leave for the little stint of away games, you decided that would be the perfect time to enact your plan. You went to the team store and got a little baby jersey customized, almost crying in your car when you pulled the jersey out of the bag and finally got a look at it.

As soon as you got home, you wrapped the jersey with your nicest wrapping paper, slapped the prettiest bow you owned on it, and began the countdown until Elias would be home.

He wouldn't be home for a few more days, and when he came home, you heard him before you saw him. He came through the door, looking disheveled.

"I'm home." He hummed, dropping his stuff where he stood and making his way over to you quickly, "Did I miss anything? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He spoke frantically.

"Okay, you need to breathe." You laughed, "I'm fine. We're both fine." You reassured him, "Why don't you get changed and come back out here? I have something for you."

"This feels backwards. I should be bringing you gifts." He laughed.

"Just go." You pushed him towards the bedroom. You waited patiently, trying to keep your excitement at bay. When he finally came back into the kitchen, he looked at the bag on the coutner confused.

"You used the pretty wrapping paper." He pointed out, eyeing the gift suspiciously, "You only use that when it's a good gift."

"Just open the gift, Elias." You told him snappily. He raised his hands in surrender but opened the gift. He froze when he caught a glimpse of the tiny jersey.

He picked up the jersey and held it up so he could look at his name sprawled on the back of it, "Y/N..."

"You talked so much about the baby wearing your jersey, so I got one made." You told him, making your way over to him, "Are you okay?" You asked, worried when you saw he was frozen in place.

"This is perfect." He said, his voice so quiet you almost didn't hear him.

"Oh, Eli." You cooed, wrapping him in a hug.

-

"Cakes here!" Elias shouted from the door. He shut the door with his foot and carried the cake to the kitchen where you were waiting for him.

You looked at each other nervously, not because the cake was bad, but because you were finally, after months of waiting, going to know the gender of Baby Petey, and that thought filled you with both joy and anxiety.

"You ready?" You asked. He nodded, "All right." You took a breath and set up your camera while Elias grabbed the cake cutter from one of the drawers, "Pettersson family gender reveal." You clapped in front of the camera, imitating one of the movie clappers.

Elias pulled the cake out of the box and you both inhaled sharply. He set it down and his hand hovered over the cake cutter. You grabbed his hand and together, you held the cutter.

"One, two, three." You counted down together, then cut into the cake. When you pulled the slice out, you burst into tears.

"A boy!" He cheered, dropping the cutter and wrapping you in a hug, unable to fight his own tears so you stood in your kitchen, crying tears of joy together at the thought of your unborn son.

-

With all the guys away on a roadie, one of the girls decided to have a little get-together at her house so you could all watch the game together.

When you knocked on the door, instead of it being the host, it was Gunner Horvat, who must've seen you through the video camera and ran to the door before anyone could stop him.

"Hi, G." You laughed, "I don't think you're supposed to open the door without an adult." He simply stared at you but raised his arms, wordlessly asking for you to pick him up, "I missed you, too, bud." You laughed when he wrapped his arms around you.

"Let her get in the door, Gun." Holly laughed, grabbing the bag in your hand so you could hold onto the child more easily. She led you to the main room where a few other girls were already.

"Surprise!" They all shouted. You gaped in shock at the scene in front of you. Instead of being a little watch party, there were baby decorations all around the living room and kitchen.

"What the heck?" You gasped, tears filling your eyes as you looked at all the other girls.

"Elias told us you were a little bummed that you couldn't have a gender reveal party, so we decided to throw you a little shower." One of the girls explained with a smile.

"This is so sweet." You smiled tearfully. They led you over and grabbed some snacks before leading you to the living room where a small mountain of presents sat, "Wow."

"We might've gone a little overboard." They all laughed. Before they started, they made sure you had everything you needed and wanted before you began.

You opened so many things you didn't even know you needed but all the other mothers told you you needed. The last present was smaller than the others but they all looked excited for you to open.

You pulled out an exact replica of your special denim jacket with 'Pettersson' on the back. Everything was the same, even down to the special patches you had put on it.

"Wow." You gaped, at a loss for words as you turned the jacket around to look at every detail.

"Do you like it?" You could hear the worry in her voice.

"I love it. It's beautiful." Your eyes filled with tears again, and they all crowded you in a big hug.

-

It was really late. Way too late for you to be up late. It was almost 3 in the morning, and you were awake. Why you may ask? Because the baby wouldn’t stop moving, plus she was craving food.

You knew Elias was asleep. It was evident by the loud snoring. Instead of trying to fall back asleep, you got out of bed. As soon as your feet swung over the edge of the bed, Luna was up and standing next to you.

You smiled when she trotted alongside you towards the living room. By the time you made it to your destination, you were a little tired, but the overwhelming hunger outweighed the tiredness. So, you turned on the TV, before making your way into the kitchen. You grabbed an armful of different snacks and headed back to the living room.

You settled on the couch, the dogs curling into you on each side. You got through half an episode when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, “What are you doing up? It’s almost 3:30.” Elias rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made his way over to you on the couch.

“I was hungry, and couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged. He gave you a tired smile and carefully sat down next to you.

“Why didn't you wake me and tell me you were hungry?”

“You looked peaceful, and I just didn’t want to wake you.” You told him.

“I wish you had told me.” He yawned, and you chucked.

“I’ll be sure to do that next time.” You nodded.

"How's baby?" He asked sleepily, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“He doesn’t know when it’s time to play and when it’s time to sleep.” You told him, looking down at your bump and rubbing it.

“And how are you?”

“I’m really tired.” You admitted, looking over at him. When you finally met his eyes, he could see how tired you really were.

He grabbed your hand and pressed a few kisses to it. He grabbed the chip bags surrounding you and took them back to the kitchen. By the time he got back, your eyes were drooping, and you were on the verge of sleep.

“Come on. Let's get you to bed." He got off the couch and helped you get up too. He placed a kiss on your head before leading you down the hallway, back towards your bedroom.

He helped you get situated back in bed, tucking you in and making sure you were comfortable. He then climbed in next to you, "Sleep well." He whispered, caressing your cheek. He made sure you were asleep before he fell asleep.

-

Your due date was a few days away, and both you and Elias were getting very excited. Every day, you would wake up, and waddle down the stairs where Elias was already making breakfast. You would sit at the kitchen island, and the two of you would talk about the dreams you had the previous night.

You would spend most of the day lounging around the house. Either watching TV, reading books, going for drives, organizing the house again, it was the same thing every day.

Then, after dinner, the two of you would go out for a walk with the dogs. It was really the only outside interaction you would get all day unless you went out to the backyard.

The night was no different. After dinner, you grabbed your jackets and leashed up the dogs. All throughout the day, you had stomach pain. You brushed it off all the time as stomach pain. Elias usually walked ahead because he had quicker strides, but never too far because he was protective.

You were walking in silence when a sharper pain hit you, and you let out a pained noise. That caught Elias' attention, and he whipped around, “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked, cupping your face with one hand, while his other went down to your stomach.

“I-” Before you could finish, you felt a wave of liquid trickle down your leg, “I think I’m going into labor.” You winced. You looked at him and saw all the color drain from his face, “What are you doing?!” You hit him in the arm when he didn't move, “We gotta go.”

That snapped him out of it, “Come on, baby. Let’s get you to the hospital.” He helped you walk, well waddle, back towards the house, “Breath baby, breath.” He kept telling you and placing kisses on your temple.

-

“He's beautiful,” Elias whispered as he leaned down over your shoulder to look at the newborn.

“He's perfect.” You smiled at him, cradling your son closer to your chest. Leonardo Michael Pettersson was perfect in every way. When you called and told Brock that you had given Leo his middle name, he almost cried.

Elias had been nothing but supportive throughout the whole process. He waited on you hand and foot, the same way he had all throughout your pregnancy, getting you whatever you asked. He even let you curse at him, and squeeze his hand which was the least he could do.

A few hours after birth, you had fallen asleep, leaving Elias and the baby alone. Elias was sitting in the chair next to your bed without a shirt, cradling little Leo to his chest. He had read somewhere that skin-to-skin contact was good for babies, so he figured he would give it a try. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the little baby.

“We’re so happy you’re here.” He whispered. Leo couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he looked up at him with his big blue eyes. His blue eyes, “We waited so long for you, and now that you’re here, you’re gonna be so spoiled.” He pressed a kiss to his chubby cheek.

“You’re already so loved. You have aunts and uncles who are so excited to meet you.” Somewhere in between his conversation, you started to wake up, but kept your eyes closed, “And of course mommy and I are so happy you’re here.” He added.

You continued to listen to Elias talk to Leo, and it warmed your heart. You knew, from the moment you told him you were pregnant, and he started taking care of you and telling you not to lift a finger, you knew he was gonna be a great father.

And boy were you right.

-

5 months later, February 2022

After months of waiting, you finally got the clearance for Leo to a game, and Elias was thrilled. You slipped the little Pettersson jersey on him, a surprise Elias didn't know you had in store for him.

You bundled him up in a blanket, and even got a little beanie with the number 40 embroidered on the top of it, "Papa is so excited for tonight, and you probably won't remember anything, but it's such a big night." You whispered as you got Leo ready.

You parked yourself in front of the arena, standing alongside a few of the other girls and their kids, as you waited for the guys to skate out.

When they skated out, Elias did his usual skate around the ice, tossing a few pucks over the glass to a few fans, and shooting at the net a few times, before he finally skated around to where you were standing. 

You couldn't help but smile when you saw the smile on his face. His face showed nothing but pride as he watched Leo sleep. He blew you a kiss, then blew a kiss at Leo, who blissfully continued to sleep.

He tossed a puck over and one of the guards standing in front of the ice caught it and handed it over to you, "Thank you." You smiled at the man, slipping it into the bag and gathering your stuff.

After the game, and an OT goal from Elias which he chalked up to dad strength in a post-game interview, you finally met up with him in the parking garage.

"I'm so proud of you." You wrapped him in a hug before he could get into the car, "An overtime goal." You cheered.

"I had my good luck charms with me." He beamed, kissing your head and then kissing Leo's. When he pulled away, he finally noticed the jersey and gaped, "It's the jersey."

"It felt fitting for his first game." You shrugged with a smile.

"It's perfect." He picked up Leo carefully and cradled him to his chest, kissing his head again, "I love you." He leaned down, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I love you, too." You hummed, leaning up to kiss him.

-

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[ sneaking into vegas ] j. drysdale

part one !

paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!!reader

summary : (Y/N) flies into Vegas to surprise Jamie for his first NHL game in nearly a year

warning(s) : none

author's note : listen, this was supposed to be a little thing but it turned out to be over 2k words so … i got a little carried away

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She was supposed to be across the country in New York, but when her boyfriend told her that he was going to be playing in his first NHL game since he got hurt last year, she couldn't resist getting on a plane to go watch him.

Especially after she saw who Anaheim was going to be playing for their season opener. (Y/N) knew that she needed to be in Vegas for that game. Even if that meant leaving New York a week early.

Jamie doesn't know she's coming. As a matter of fact, she tells him that she's going to be in her temporary office catching up on some work all day so he doesn't suspect anything when she doesn't reply to him all day because she has an eight-hour travel day ahead of her.

Her flight leaves at nine in the morning and she won't be getting into Vegas until two in the afternoon pacific time. That leaves her nearly five hours to check into the hotel that the Ducks are staying in while they're in Vegas for the game, get something to eat, and head to the arena without alerting Jamie to where she is.

Should be easy since she knows that Jamie will be at morning skate from eleven until two then will take a nap and eat before he heads to the arena at five. He has things that will keep him busy so she can sneak into Vegas.

On the contrary, Trevor knows that she's coming in and has a whole plan to keep Jamie busy if he decides not to take a nap after morning skate. They've been working together for the past few days so make sure the surprise goes smoothly. He's supposed to pick her up from the airport as soon as he's done practice.

(Y/N) has never watched Jamie play a game of NHL hockey. They met after he got hurt last October and started dating in February. She's very excited to be in the arena for his first regular season game back from injury. She doesn't care if she's the only Ducks fan in the place. She'll be making sure she cheers loudly for Jamie and his teammates.

At two on the dot, the plane lanes at Harry Reid International Airport. When (Y/N) gets off the plane a few minutes later, she texts Trevor and lets him know that her flight has landed. He replies and says that he's waiting for her in his rental whenever she grabs her suitcase from baggage claim.

A few notifications come through while she's waiting for her bags. All from Jamie throughout the morning.

j ♡ - 10:04 am hope you have a good day at work. will miss you. hope you can catch the game tonight if you aren't working super late

j ♡ - 10:49 am forgot to say that i love you so ... i love you 🩷 gotta go to morning skate so talk to you later

j ♡ - 2.08 pm z ditched me if you're not busy for a short call. i don't think i'll be able to sleep before the game so call me if you have a few minutes

She looks at Trevor and asks, "Do you think he'll be suspicious if I call him really quick? I think he has some pre-game nerves and I told him I'd only work until dinnertime, which is what time it is in New York."

"I don't think so," Trevor replies. "It'll be like you're calling him on your way back from work. Just don't get all cute and everything. The two of you make me sick when you get all lovey-dovey with each other. I already hear it from Jamie every day."

(Y/N) sticks her tongue out at Trevor as she clicks 'call' on Jamie's contact. Trevor lowers the music so she can talk on the phone.

It rings three times before Jamie picks up. "Hi, baby," he breathes out when he answers the phone. "I've been needing to hear your voice."

"Hi, Jamie baby," (Y/N) replies. Jamie's nickname causes Trevor to make a face as he drives. She swats at his shoulder. "How was morning skate? You just got done a little bit ago, right?"

"Yeah," Jamie says. "It went good. I think it went well. I feel pretty good about playing tonight, minus the fact that we're playing Vegas and I got hurt playing against them last year. I'm just nervous about playing them after last year."

She frowns. "Hey, you'll be okay," she assures him. "You're going to play so well tonight. I know you will. No matter what happens tonight, I'm proud of you. I'm excited for you to get back on the ice, and I know your teammates are too. I'm pretty sure Z has missed having you on the ice with him."

"I've missed being on the ice with them, but what if I do something wrong?" Jamie questions. "What if I give up the puck and they score on the giveaway? What if I fall and land on my shoulder wrong? What if-"

"Jamie, stop," (Y/N) interrupts. "None of that is going to happen, okay? Not intentionally. You're working yourself up and you shouldn't be because this is what you're good at. You wouldn't be in the NHL if you weren't good at hockey, baby. There's a reason you're playing for Anaheim at the professional level. Do what you do best tonight. Your teammates are there to pick you up if you need them to until you get comfortable. Stop freaking yourself out."

They pull up to the hotel and Trevor parks his rental away from the main entrance so none of the Ducks players see (Y/N) and report to Jamie that his girlfriend is at the hotel. "You're right," Jamie sighs. "I'm sorry to bother you with this while you're at work."

"I'm actually on my way back to the apartment," (Y/N) tells him. "But even if I was still at work, bother me with this any time. I'll never be mad if you want me to call you because you're nervous for a game."

"I don't deserve you, (Y/N)," Jamie says. "I truly don't. I love you so much."

The comment brings a smile to her lips. "I love you more," she replies. "I'm pulling into the parking lot now so I'll talk to you later. Maybe you can get Z to bring you something to eat if you can't sleep."

Jamie laughs and says, "If I bug him enough then he'll definitely bring me food. I'll let you go though, get settled in for the night. I'll talk to you after the game."

"Call me after," she tells him. "I don't care that it'll be after one in the morning. Call me and tell me all about the game. I'll want to hear all about it and how it went."

"I will," Jamie replies. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The line goes dead after that and (Y/N) realizes that she has a small smile on her lips. He won't have to call her after the game. She'll be waiting outside the locker room when he gets done showering and getting dressed after the game.

Trevor gets out of the car and mumbles, "The two of you make me sick." She laughs and gets out of the car after him.

He grabs her suitcase from the trunk and hands it over to her when it's on the ground. With Trevor following close behind, (Y/N) walks into the hotel. She checks into the room that she'll only be in for about four hours total because Jamie is going to make sure they're together that night, and she doesn't want him to kick Trevor out of the room.

It’s been a few weeks since they’ve seen each other so she wanted to make sure there was a room they could stay in together.

Trevor walks her to her room, which is a floor below the Ducks’ rooms. “We’re in 504,” he tells her. He hands her the extra key to his and Jamie’s room while she hands him the extra key to her room. “I’ll let you know if he sleeps, which I doubt but I’ll let you know.”

“Make sure he stays calm and remind him that he knows what he’s doing,” (Y/N) tells him. “Don’t let him freak himself out.”

“I’ll just distract him,” Trevor replies. “With food or with an activity that he likes to do. Maybe I’ll take him to a casino for a bit, I don’t know. I’ve got him though. Until you take over after the game.”

She nods and Trevor walks up to his and Jamie’s room. With a sigh, she opens the door and lets herself into the room.

Her suitcase with the jersey she’s wearing to the game is left right by the door and she goes right to the bed. She sets an alarm for five so she wakes up after the Ducks leave for the arena. She’ll leave a half an hour later so she doesn’t run into Jamie when he’s on his way out the door.

After a long day of traveling for the surprise tonight, (Y/N) is fast asleep almost right after she puts her phone on the table to charge.

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T-Mobile Arena is one of the nicest arenas that (Y/N) has ever gone to. Most of the people are nice. She gets a few looks from Golden Knights fans because she’s in the Drysdale jersey that Jamie gave to her. She loves the jersey, and she promised him that she’d wear it to the first game he plays in after his injury.

That game is tonight.

She makes her way down to her seat with the other Duck wives and girlfriends, and they’re all excited to see her. Some of them meet her for the first time, but they’re all super nice.

The puck drops a little after seven, and (Y/N) spots number 6 almost immediately. He glides around the ice like he’s flying, and she’s mesmerized by it.

(Y/N) has watched practices and Jamie work with Trevor throughout the past few months while he recovered from his injury. That is nothing compared to what she’s watching right now.

Vegas gets on the board first with two seconds left in the first period, and the fans erupt around her and the other wives and girlfriends.

Then they score again with five minutes left in the second period.

Then they score again six minutes into the third period. It’s not looking very good for the Ducks at this point. (Y/N) finds herself frowning because she knows that they wanted to be a better team this season.

About thirty seconds later, the Ducks get themselves on the board with a goal from Mason. Their little group celebrates the goal.

(Y/N) knows that Jamie had the puck before Mason put it in the net. His first point in over a year in his first game back from injury. It causes her to scream a little louder in celebration. Her mouth hurts from smiling. She swears the smile doesn’t drop until the final horn blares through the arena, signaling a 4-1 Vegas win.

Not the best first game, but it’s only game one of 82.

After the game, (Y/N) finds her way down to the locker room where the Ducks are. She leans against the wall right outside and waits.

She can hear Greg Cronin on the other side of the door talking to his team about the game. She didn’t think they did terrible, but they’re in there getting lectured like they gave up ten goals.

Yeah, Jamie might be really excited to see (Y/N) when he leaves the locker room. Especially after getting a long lecture from his coach.

He played a good game, and she’s proud of him. She’s happy that she decided to hop on a plane and come out to Vegas to watch Jamie play. She’ll be even happier when he comes out of that locker room in a little bit.

Cronin leaves the room with a heavy sigh and doesn’t even acknowledge (Y/N) standing in the hallway. She doesn’t even care.

A few minutes after Cronin leaves, Trevor sticks his head out into the hallway. “He’ll be right out,” he tells her. “He’s hitting the showers really quick before he leaves. I don’t think he’s in a good mood but when he sees you, that’ll change.”

She nods and Trevor disappears back into the room.

Just to mess with Jamie a bit, she takes a picture on her Instagram story of the giant Vegas logo and geotags T-Mobile Arena. Jamie has her notifications on so he’ll see that as soon as he checks his phone.

Ten minutes pass and (Y/N) is getting antsy. She knows that he doesn’t take very long showers so he’ll be coming out of that locker room any minute.

Several Ducks leave and greet her as they pass while she waits for Jamie. Troy pops his head back into the locker room when he sees her and says, “Hey, Jimmy. Someone’s here to see you.”

“Who?”

“You’ll see.”

(Y/N) shoots Troy a smile as he walks down the hall to get on the bus.

The door opens and a very confused Jamie Drysdale walks out of the locker room. His eyes land on (Y/N) and he runs up to her. She smiles as Jamie hugs her around her torso and lifts her off her feet.

She giggles and wraps herself around Jamie. Her legs are around his waist and her arms are around his neck. He buries his face into her neck and she puts her nose in his wet hair.

“When did you-”

“Earlier today,” she says into his hair. “Worked with Z to make sure you didn’t see me when I got in. When I saw you were playing Vegas in your first regular season game back after injury, I had to come out and watch.”

Jamie sets her down but doesn’t let her go. She looks up at him and he looks genuinely surprised to see her. Good to know Trevor didn’t blab and ruin the surprise.

“I can’t believe you’re here in Vegas,” Jamie breathes out. “You saw my assist in person?”

She smiles and nods. “I saw your assist in person,” she replies. “I’m very proud of you, Jamie baby. First point in a while. I told you that you had nothing to freak out about. You’re a talented player. I had no doubt that you would be amazing tonight. Maybe even pick up a point or two.”

The smile that Jamie gives her makes her heart flutter. This is the smile she has missed and wanted to see after this game ended no matter the result.

Jamie pulls her against him by her waist and presses a feather soft kiss against her lips. “All I could think about after that assist was how I wish you were here to see it,” he admits to her. “You were actually here to see it.”

“Mhm,” she hums. “I made the right choice. I’ve really missed you. I wanted to surprise you today.”

“Consider me surprised.”

She gets on her toes and instigates a deeper, more frantic kiss when she presses her lips to his. She kisses him the way she’s wanted to kiss him in the three weeks since they last saw each other.

Her fingers curl into the hair on the back of his neck, not caring that it’s wet. Jamie has a grip of his jersey on her waist that’s keeping her from going anywhere. As if she would go anywhere right now.

This is where she wants to be. She doesn’t want to go anywhere else.

“Ew, can’t the two of you wait until we’re back at the hotel to suck faces?” Trevor voice asks. It pulls them apart. “You’re away from each other for a few weeks and all of a sudden you’re both a fan of PDA. It’s gross.”

Jamie turns his head and (Y/N) looks over his shoulder to see both Trevor and Mason standing in front of the locker room door. “It’s not my fault you have no one to suck faces with, Z,” Jamie retorts. “Imagine being across the country from your girlfriend then tell me you wouldn’t suddenly be a fan of PDA.”

She buries her face in Jamie’s shoulder to hide a smile. Trevor rolls his eyes and says, “You’re sleeping in her room tonight. I am not giving up ours.”

“Don’t worry,” Jamie says. “I was already planning on it.” He turns his attention back to (Y/N). “I wouldn’t want my teammates to hear the things that I’m going to do to (Y/N) tonight.”

Yeah, sneaking into Vegas was the best idea she’s ever had.

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[hispieceofcake]

🎸MY THOUGHTS AND HEADCANONS TO ADAM FROM HAZBIN HOTEL - (for now)🍖

Hello hello folks, I've been thinking about writing about this post/blog for a while now and here it is, because Adam is my favorite character (obsession) and I have a lot of things in my head that I need share before I kidnap someone to listen to me talk about it for hours on end.

Hahaha I'm just kidding...or am I?

TW: Mention of profanity and sex.

I'm writing this blog because I have a lot to say about Adam and I think I'm already bothering my friends too much (just kidding, I'm going to keep filling them with Adam until I say enough is enough🤓👆)

Alright, let's start, firstly I was already a big fan of Hazbin hotel's work since the time Vizziepop had released the pilot on YouTube at the time of on October 28, 2019, and man, I was simply OBSESSED with the work, I had no idea who Adam was at that time, I was only 11 years old (And I know, I know, Hazbin Hotel was not and is not intended for minors, but I didn't have internet surveillance on my parents, so that's what happened and now I'm 18 years old).

And boy, oh boy

I was in complete EUPHORIA when it became public on August 7, 2020 that Hazbin Hotel was going to have a sequel on Amazon, I only knew how to talk about it and was excited waiting for the release date.

And when I watched that episode where Charlie has a meeting with Adam...I was like "THAT MAN, I NEED THAT MAN‼️‼️"

And that song..."Hell is Forever"... I can't remember a day that I didn't clean the house listening to that sound and pretending the broom was a guitar while I beat my hair like an 80s rocker high (I know, it's an exaggerated comparison but that's how I feel, so let me have it).

Here, listen to this work of art sung by our (MY) beloved Alex Brightman

In addition to the song "Stick it to the man" from the musical "School of rock" that Adam references in one of the items on the list of things to get into paradise, coincidentally his voice actor Alex Brightman also He is the main voice of the song and a character in the musical.

I spent all day listening to her today, but that's the least of it

There are also some songs by other singers that make me think of Adam because of their lyrics, for example Lana del Rey, there is a song of hers that all I think of when I hear it is Adam, unfortunately I can't share it here because it is a discarded song by the singer that I managed to download on a pirated website that has been taken down a while ago.

The songs that make me think of him are "Push me down" and what made me think of Adam is the following part "I'm your little baby doll and you are my mister rock 'n roll", the song "Brooklyn Baby" because of the music part "Well, my boyfriend's in a band, He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed", the others songs are "Say yes to Heaven" and "Angels Forever".

Adam, besides being my favorite character and hyperfocus, was the reason I met the character Beetlejuice (my other hyperfocus) and the voice actor and actor Alex Brightman. Because he was the one who aroused my curiosity to know who his voice actor was since I recognized that his voice was the same as Fizzarolli's, and then when researching and discovering the actor, I also ended up discovering about Beetlejuice, I even have a blog about it, if you want to read it, this is it here.

Just like with Beetlejuice, I'm producing a page with drawings and collages about Adam in my sketchbook that I might post later in a future post about my sketchbook, but that's another topic.

In addition, I'm trying to put together some songs to create a playlist based on him, in it I'm putting rock songs from the 80s that I feel suit him or that he would listen to, some songs by the norwegian singer Aurora which are very reminiscent of and are based on the garden of Eden and Adam from the bible (although the Adam from Hazbin hotel and the one from the bible are completely different).

Some time ago I was writing a fanfic about Adam with an authorial character completely made by me, it was just a fanfic that I had written on character IA but then I decided to write it myself, but I never got around to posting it and kept it stored in my notepad.

The story took place in the timeline of the first season of the series, where heaven discovered that demons and beings from hell now possessed angelic fist weapons and could hurt or kill the exterminating angels after the death of one of the exterminating angels, they would need a new strategy or a new "weapon", and then with the decision of God and all the seraphim, she was created, an angel made to protect heaven and bring back balance by killing sinners in hell, her name was Angelita, and she would be handed over to Adam who would have to train her until the day of the next day of extermination (which would be the day in which Adam dies), throughout the story Adam would begin to feel something for her, unlike Lilith and Eve, he would fall in love out of true love and not obligation, this love between the two would be something forbidden (as a metaphor for the forbidden fruit of Eden) since by God's order she would have to be pure and virgin and that Adam would not fall into temptation for her, I won't tell the rest of the story, if you want I'll make a post just about that (I'll leave you curious hehe), all I can say is that Adam will not die and the ending is tragic, for all sides.

🤘🏻MY HEADCANONS ABOUT ADAM🎸

These headcanons are some things I thought Adam might like, do, or make me think of him, and I'm also writing this because most of the headcanons I find about him are about sex or couples things (Not that they're bad, some are actually quite cute and I read them when I need comfort), so I'm here to contribute some content just about him.

• About how he feels about have been betrayed

I know, Adam is not the best person in the world but man, he is not a monster, he is a human, the first human, unfortunately, human nature is curious and destructive, not that this is an excuse for everything Adam committed. But then I think, "How much did it hurt to be cheated on twice?", "Did he feel worthless, insufficient?", I know how much it hurts to be cheated on, then I think how bad he felt and feels, but he hides it all behind a false personality of "Dick Master" and "The First Man", titles, high ego and falsehood to hide your real self. The only part of Adam that we were shown about him was him being extremely selfish, rude, arrogant and sexist, but all in scenes where he was exposed to people, people who weren't close to him, and then I wonder if he's just all that, but I feel like Adam he's just a hurt man who hides what he feels behind a false personality, just like Angel Dust does. Proof that he cares about people (at least those he considers close) was his smile at Lute as he slowly lost his life in the arms of the exterminating angel who cried seeing him dying. (I cried so much at this scene 😭)

Adam is a sexist character, I can't deny that, but man, he's the first man, no one ever told him what was right and wrong, they always let him do what he wanted from the beginning of his creation, and even in heaven, but now he had Sera to put him in his place at least when she was around.

I might just be taking a shot in the dark or looking for something good in what isn't there, but that's how I think about Adam, so please let me have this, let me see there's still some good there.

• Adam has a chubby body (like a dad body)

Okay, this one took me a while to think about, because a lot of people draw him thin and we never see him without his tunic, which left me quite confused, but after analyzing some scenes and discovering he was made based on his voice actor (Alex Brightman) I had no more doubts.

In these scenes every time he is squeezed his belly ends up being marked and you can clearly see that he is a little chubby. I know there was that scene with Lilith at the beginning that shows him skinny, but let's face it guys, you can see from his scenes in heaven that he eats a lot, do you really think he wouldn't gain a little weight?

And even Lucifer during the fight in hell against him told Adam that he had really let himself go, kind of like he was different before when he was in the garden of Eden.

Honestly, I don't know why people try to say he's skinny, the fanarts are really beautiful and stuff, but come on, don't you think a chubby Adam would make more sense? I'm not saying this because I love chubby men (I think they're incredibly cute and it makes me want to hug them 😫💗) but I don't know, I just think that with all of his diet, which isn't the best, it made him gain a little weight in the meantime.

• He felt bad about being the only human in heaven

This is because of an art I saw on Pinterest and it made me reflect on it. Like, when he got to heaven he was the only one with human appearance, all other angels and winners (human souls who reach heaven) had different appearances, such as animal appearances, for example Molly, Angel Dust's sister, who is a spider.

So I think he may have made that mask with horns to feel more integrated into that society and less different.

•Adam plays guitar when he's feeling bad (sad, distressed, stuff like that)

I imagine that whenever Adam is feeling sad, distressed or even stressed, he goes somewhere alone and plays his guitar in calm chords expressing what he feels through the melody played, it would be calm notes but full of feelings, his black gloved fingers hitting the strings while all there is in the place are just him, his guitar and his mind, and no one else to see him like that.

I think that whenever he remembers Lilith and Eva's betrayals, he feels at least a little bad, and then playing his guitar stops and takes away all that bad feeling in his chest, even if it just goes away temporarily.

I imagine the following scenario, late afternoon almost dusk as the cotton white clouds take on a yellowish tone as the sun slowly sets bringing the night with it, while the sun brought the night with it, in Adam's chest that bitter feeling grew as memories knocked on the door again, leaving him more moody than usual, making him fly away from the city with his guitar to sit on the golden gates of heaven and as he plays the guitar calmly emptying that feeling from his chest so that the next day he pretends that nothing happened, but he knows, he knows that that will forever be stuck in his mind.

• He's not as popular as he says he is

Going back to that topic I said about him hiding behind a false narcissistic personality and high ego, I think that him being popular is a lie, both sexually and in society, I know, he is the first man and that would make him popular and the fact that he is a guitarist in a band, but think with me, would you like to be in the presence of someone or have relationships with someone who only knows how to curse all the time and talk about himself and how many girls he had sex with over the weekend?

Well, at least I think that everything he says is just stuff to inflate his ego and feel good about himself.

• He likes 80s rock bands

This is just in my head, I feel like Adam would like 80s rock bands like Metallica or Guns N' Roses, maybe even Slipknot, bands in general that have the same type of music that he plays, I also think he enjoys guitar solos like Slash or the solo from the song "Master of puppets".

I also think that his band's style follows the same style as these bands, I don't know, like I said it's just my headcanon.

•Adam has a fear or trauma of apples

This is supposed to be a little funny

This headcanon came to mind when a friend of mine who also knows Hazbin hotel made the joke that Adam is afraid or traumatized by apples because of the whole forbidden fruit of Eden thing and betrayal by Eve.

Imagine, Lute simply eating an apple near him and he freaks out, ripping the apple out of her hands and throwing it away.

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I honestly feel like Adam deserved a chance to change, a chance at redemption, a chance to really be loved and really love, no sex, no divine obligation, just real love.

Well guys that's what I have for now, I'll try to remember more headcanons for a next post, maybe even some +18, but for now that's all I have in my mind.

Thank you so much for reading, kisses in your heart 💗🤘🏻

[elvisabutler]

Belle decorates Professor Presley’s classroom on Valentine’s day their first Valentine’s together and she’s a grinning mess through out class wearing his jacket and opening her legs for him to see what she is (or isn’t) wearing underneath only 😌 and just so much fluff and love and hot sex with big daddy elvis

my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand

summary: you decorate elvis's office for valentines and give him a bit of a present for the holiday. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader ( nicknamed belle ) word count: 2837 warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. implied praise kink. student and professor relationship ( everyone are of legal age ). religious talk. oral ( f receiving ). p in v sex ( unprotected ). referring to lil elvis as a pacifier. use of the derogatory name jezebel, but in a playful way. public nudity. mild indecent exposure. belle being brazen as hell. reference/threat of caning in a sexual way/sexual punishment way. author’s note: this is several months late but hi anon this was adorable and i loved writing it to the point where it flowed embarrassingly easily from my fingers. hopefully you like it and as always y'all i love comments and screaming and prompts like this. truly they keep a woman writing and going.

The thing about holidays is that you've never really liked a lot of them. October led to Halloween which led to parties where people would talk and talk about you as if you didn't exist nearby. You might be friendly with most people but there was always that subset of people who have to judge you for your actions. Judge you for every little small thing you've done since you became a student at the college. November led to Thanksgiving and the entire campus being empty while you stayed because as much as you love your parents- you don't want to go home to see them more than once a year and especially not for a holiday that has all your family around asking if you've found a nice boy at college yet. After the first time you answered you found a nice man and not a nice boy- well they felt the need to offer more opinions. No, Thanksgiving was never worth it. December brought Christmas and Hanukkah for your family and the family friends you might as well call family. That's the set of holidays you don't mind. That's the set of holidays where you can let loose and relax and answer questions about your love life because they're peppered in with questions on how school's coming along. How your studies are going and warnings that if you do meet a nice man to make sure he had your best interests at heart.

Honestly, this past December was your favorite with the secure knowledge that you had someone waiting for you back on campus. Your relationship might have been new and both you and Elvis might be walking around like baby deers when it came to doing anything to upset the balance of it but it's still yours. It's still a solid thing that has you smiling and has everyone insisting you've got to bring him soon, that it doesn't have to be a holiday- they just want to see the man who has their girl so happy. You spend New Years at home too but you make sure to call Elvis and hear him tell you softly that he misses you before you tell him that you do too and that you'll kiss him as soon as you see him.

Everything is fine until you realize that it's February and that means it's Valentine's Day. You can't decorate the lecture hall, though you want to but you can at least decorate the podium and his office. You can decorate those things and give him a surprise because you don't have any classes that day. You're free to do whatever it is your heart desires and if that's teasing the man you're sure is the love of your life and the man you want to spend the rest of your life with- well- that's your business isn't it.

It had occurred to you that this was a risky idea but there's something delightful in finding that Elvis has a pink jacket you've never seen him wear but covers you enough that if you want you can barely wear anything with it. Truly you just want to see his reaction to you practically naked underneath a jacket of his while in class. You choose a class that has less people in it, one of the upper level classes. You think perhaps you should sit in the front but you know that at the top of the room he could very easily see your exposed body while no one else would. So you choose a spot right in front of his podium on that very top row and wait until the middle of his lecture to do a single thing. His eyes haven't left you from the moment he walked in, placing a kiss on your cheek with a raised eyebrow that you just answer with a smile. His reaction the moment you open his jacket just enough to see what's underneath has you giggling softly.

You had chosen to where a skimpy set of underwear- one you know shows how wet you already are and shows just how much you want Elvis. You know he can see the faintest hint of your pussy and you know from the way his eyes zero in on it that in the back of his mind he's picturing his face being buried between your legs as you explain St. Valentine's to him. Or perhaps your end goal, perhaps that's what you want and you're just deciding that he wants it just as much. Your chest is more exposed, no bra in sight and the cold air of the room has your nipples pebbling, turning into targets that he wants to zero in on to suck and nip and turn puffy with overuse.

"I- I-" he stutters out, tripping over his sentence as he tries to wrench his eyes away from your exposed body before whispering to himself, "Christ almighty woman."

"Professor Presley?" You and him both hear the voice of a male student trying to get Elvis to focus and get back on track. "Are you alright? You look a little flushed."

A giggle threatens to escape you as you watch him swallow, trying to figure out the best way to answer that question without exposing your actions. You shut the jacket once more and Elvis's eyes narrow briefly before turning to the student. "I'm just fine. Ya know how it is when the weather's like this- half the damn campus is sick wit' somethin'. Nah, I'm- Feelin' fine, my boy. Now as I was sayin'."

And so it goes for the next hour with you teasing him over and over watching his hands grip the heart shaped decorations on his podium and watching as his jaw tightens and he practically growls when he sees a few students try and turn around to see just what he's looking at. Before class ends you slip out the back door and make your way to his office. You hear his booming voice bellowing about class being dismissed and can't help the way you laugh as you pull the jacket tighter around you. The extra key Elvis had given you to the office allows you to sneak inside and sit down in his chair at his desk. You expect him to be there in a few minutes but it takes closer to fifteen before you hear the door open and hear his rumbling murmur.

"Jezebel," he murmurs, practically stalking across the room till he stops at the desk, his cane somehow remaining far more quiet than it normally is. "Teasin' me like that. Oughta cane ya for that, darlin'. Give ya a lil punishment for actin' that way. Thought ya were gonna be all sweet wit' the decorations."

You lean back in the chair a little bit, not because you're scared but you're curious to see if he'll lean over you, if he'll remind you of one of the many reasons you fell for him. Remind you of how you are strong and can fight and put up with the best of them, but he- he is something else entirely. He is a bear of a man with strength curled underneath all that fat and bulk. Your body inadvertently shudders as he does lean over you his hands resting on the arms of the chair. Your words are quiet but only because you're trying to be coy. "I am sweet with them, Professor Presley. I wanted to make sure your office looked sweet so you could eat something sweet in here."

His eyes roam down to the sliver of skin exposed by his jacket and he takes his hand, opening it up to reveal what he'd like to call his Valentine's present. You in his pink jacket, inviting him in between your legs like a succubus craving her neck meal. Inviting him in like you're his salvation and damnation all at once. A breath leaves him shakily as he moves to grab your hand in an effort to get you out of the chair. "Desk, Belle. On my desk. Let me see the feast you've got for me. See how sweet my treat really is."

The way you practically scramble to get onto the desk is a little embarrassing if you're honest with yourself but when it comes to Elvis sometimes you do things you otherwise wouldn't. You're not subservient to anyone and yet sometimes with him you truly are. You keep the jacket on and allow it to settle on your shoulders as you lay down on the desk, exposing your breasts and torso and neck for him. A part of you knows you shouldn't touch yourself but seeing Elvis's pure lust written all over his face has your hand drifting down between your legs, fingers slipping between your folds easily. There's a moment where you're too distracted to notice Elvis watching you, too distracted to notice how his breathing shifts and how his cock is rising to the occasion the more he watches you until he grabs at your wrist and pulls it out. "Puttin' on a show. Ain't ya just my angel sent from above to be a lil devil," he moves your hand up to his mouth and licks at your fingers, causing your toes to curl just a little, "sweeter than the best pie I've ever had. Practically candy all on its own."

What happens next isn't what you expect, necessarily but you don't know why you didn't. Elvis drops down to his knees and you hear the slight crack in them before his hands- his always burning hands grab at your underwear, practically yanking them off as he pulls you to the edge of the desk. He licks his lips and inches his face toward your waiting cunt before taking a moment to just inhale the scent and to nuzzle at your folds with his lips and nose and chin, coating them in your already copious amount of fluids. A growl leaves him that you feel in the pit of your soul before he practically dives in, his tongue laving at your core, dancing around your clit in ways he knows drive to madness. Your hands move to his hair, sliding through and gripping with such ferocity Elvis growls once again against you. His intensity reminds you of an animal- a predator savoring their meal, devouring what's rightfully his. Your fingers pull and twist in his black hair, guiding him where you need him the most at any given second. You move him away from your clit, trying to make this last when you feel your body start to tighten, feel your legs start to tremble and tighten around his back, marveling in the strength of it as he continues his onslaught, giving your clit a little nip for trying to guide him away from it.

"Elvis-" you moan, trying to have your brain remember what it's like to say words, trying to remember what it's like to breathe, to think, to have a thought in your head that doesn't revolve around how his tongue and lips feel against your clit and your folds. "Need- Gonna-"

All he does is squeeze your hips, his rings digging into your skin as he sucks your clit one last time bringing you over the edge with a scream you can't hold back. For a brief moment you swear you see stars as you try and catch your breath. When Elvis pulls away from between your legs, leaning on his haunches you see how completely covered in your come he is and a shudder runs through you as you shakily sit up and try to grab onto him to pull him up. You want to kiss him and taste yourself. You want to have his body, his comforting warm weight against you. You want to feel the scratch of the hair on his belly against your soft skin. He catches what you're trying to do and helps as best as he can before finally getting into a standing position and pushing you farther up onto the desk where you can lay down. Your lips start to kiss at his neck, licking some of the sweat off of his skin as your hands claw and rip a button on his shirt trying to get it open. He chuckles, rutting against the desk a little as he helps you with it, shucking off his shirt as you decide to shift your focus to his belt instead. That you can do, that you can do so you can reach his cock. It only takes a minute before you pulling him out of his underwear and moving to try and suck it before he pushes you back against the desk.

"You ain't gettin' your pacifier today, Belle. Teasin' me like that deserves a punishment and I know ya love that thing too much. Nah, gonna fuck ya and maybe if ya real good for the rest of the day, maybe when we get home ya can have it. But right now? Oh, Belle, darlin', no suckin' on your lil' pacifier." His voice is practically a croon before he leans against you, the scratch of the hair on his stomach causing you to cry out softly and whine.

"Elvis- Why-" The words and the whine die on your lips as cock slides into you, filling you up as you thump your head against the desk lightly. You'd think you'd have gotten used to it. You'd think you would have gotten used to the stretch and the subtle burn of his foreskin catching inside of you but even now it's different. It slides through your pussy with ease and yet you clench around it as you watch Elvis's face contort and hear his grunts as his fingers tighten around your hips once more.

"Fuck- Always like a damn vice grip 'round me. Always tight 'round me." A hand moves to grab at your chest, playing with your nipple as you keen at the sensation. "Too much? Ya want me to stop touchin' 'em? Leave 'em be?"

"No!" You cry out, your hips grinding against his, chasing after his cock as he pulls out and pushes back in. You try and wrap your legs around him before he shakes his head.

"Ya made yourself a pretty lil present for me. Let me enjoy it and show ya how much I love ya and it." His words are gruff, practically snarled out as he moves faster and faster, his hips acting like he's 20 something instead of the 40 something he is.

It's too much, you think. It's too much to feel how he stretches you as he fucks you. It's too much how his hand squeezes your breasts and your nipples. It's too much how his mouth slots against yours and how both your lips are kiss bitten and how your teeth keep sinking into his lip in between his nips to yours. It's too much how you feel his hips start to stutter a little like he's going to come. It's too much how you feel your body shudder and feel your hands clawing at his back, slippery against his sweat. It's too much how your skin slides against his and how your body relishes in the feel of his chest hair and the hair on his stomach. It's too much how his whole body weight has you pinned against the desk as if you're minuscule to him. It's- It's too much.

"Please." You mutter against his lips and you feel him pull away before the hand that had been playing with your chest finally slides down between your legs and rubs your clit just so that has your hips trying to lift up only to be stopped by his sheer bulk against it. You come with a whimper of his name and heaving breaths as you feel his come fill you with a certain warmth that settles deep in your bones.

Elvis collapses on top of you as he tries to catch his breath and you take the time to play with his chest, play with his chest hair with a small smile. When you've finally come down to Earth you manage to speak, whispering softly against his skin with a kiss. "Happy Valentines."

You watch as a smile crosses his face as he looks at you with such an intense love you can't help but bite your lip. "Ya know how to give presents for it." A beat. "Ya also damn lucky ya ain't in my class. Would've had ya tell me all about St. Valentine's while 'tween ya legs."

A smirk crosses your face before you kiss up his neck, stopping once you've reached his lips. "Maybe that's how I can earn my pacifier back tonight?"

Elvis's eyes become just a little bit lidded as his hand that still hasn't left your hip tightens its grip. "I think ya might have a deal, Belle."

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[sexy-opium-ravioli]

Gentle Tides- Oct 1

Media: Resident Evil

Prompt: Cozy/Stay in night

Rating: NSFW

Pairing: Leon s. Kennedy/Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: On the night of your fifth anniversary, Leon suddenly feels like he's not up to the task to be a proper husband. You show him that anniversaries aren't really about the time or place.

Warnings: penetrative sex, reader is gender neutral, anxiety, hurt/comfort, 18+!!!!

✭ᐧ֯ 𐩑❍ᐧ֯𐩑✧ ⚬ᐧ֯☆ᐧ֯ 𐩑⚬𐩑 ᐧ֯✧ᐧ֯𐩑★

To say that Leon S. Kennedy possessed a unique and deeply rooted relationship with anxiety was a statement not even worth mentioning. Chronologically, when Leon was young and fresh and so, so tenderhearted, panic always felt like a slick knife in the chest. Over and over and over, but as time wound tighter- as he aged, and things started getting less scary in some ways and worse in others, Leon started to realize that his anxiety was starting to change with him. 

It was your fifth anniversary, deciding to stick with him, and this year’s October was birthed in cold, damp, dark conditions. Wind howled against the windows of the apartment, accompanied by the steady rhythm of heavy rain. You both were planning to go to Oiseau de Nuit, because you both had loved it every time there was a reason for going. Every once in a while, Leon would spring a getaway or a unique date on you, but sometimes, planned events were just as nice as well. 

Leon dabbed your favorite cologne on his wrists and neck, trying to get the feeling in his chest to ebb away. Frankly, though, Leon immediately knew that even putting on the cologne was a mistake. His heart wouldn’t stop beating and his throat was closing, he always got tense around this time of year goddamn it, he felt like he was drowning-

“Honey?” 

Leon’s entire body jerked in the direction of the door, heart relieved to see that it was only you there. And then came the guilt sliding down his organs like heavy smoke, slow and dense, at the expression on your face- none of the anticipation and joy from even a few seconds ago, but deep-set worry. And that's never really what your husband wants to see, especially not on the anniversary of your relationship. So even though he’s the one suffering, he walks towards you and tries to comfort you and finally just get a fucking handle on things-

But then you hug him, and it doesn’t nearly get all the fear out of his system but it does slow his heartbeat a bit, and all he can feel is thankfulness. And burning shame that he can feel manifesting as a heated blush all over his face. “I called your name four times, Leon,”

“I’m sorry,” His response was quick and his apology was sincere. 

“Stop it, you don’t need to be,” Your words were comforting and your voice was filled with a type of warmth reserved for him. You pulled away from the embrace to look at your lover, and when he inevitably avoided your gaze, you placed your fingers on his cheek, spreading out and traveling to rest on his jaw. “We don't have to go to Oiseau tonight, baby,”

“No, absolutely not, please don’t let me ruin our-”

“Hey,” Your voice came quicker from your throat and your intonation much sharper, which caught Leon’s attention immediately. “You’re not ruining anything if we don’t go, alright? It's not the point of an anniversary to go to a restaurant, baby,” while you were speaking you were inching closer to Leon as his breathing started to even. He felt the embarrassed heat flow from his face as your warm, gentle, dry fingers smoothed over his rough skin. “The point is to spend time together,” You slowly lean up, letting your eyes fall into the shape of glittering crescents in the low light of your bedroom, and you kiss your husband softly. 

You look up at him and smile with so much love in your eyes that it makes the foundation of Leon’s chest crack like a tectonic plate, sand swirling in the cove of his ribcage. There was a part of him, burning in the back of his throat, that wanted to cry a bit. “What would you like to do?” you asked him, and it snapped him out of his love-fueled haze. Of course his mind started off racing a thousand miles a minute, but honestly, he was so tired out from his anxiety at this point that Leon couldn’t help but be honest with you. “A bath, maybe. I can cook a nice dinner for you afterward if you want,” You giggled and took his hand while leading him to the bathroom. There was your Leon, always so eager and trying to please. 

“We can cook dinner together. Would you want me to get in the bath with you too or do you need some time alone?” Leon shook his head and gave you the first half-stable smile of the night. He looked at himself in the mirror when you switched the bathroom light on, and a part of him instantly understood the concerned look you gave him earlier. He was pale, and honestly, he looked like hell. 

“I’d like you in the bath with me, please,” And that was all he needed to say for the next few minutes. There was that same guilt eating away inside of Leon when he saw you running circles around him to prepare for an impromptu bath, setting two towels and some epsom salt on the counter. He tried to set the faucet on hot but you smacked his hand away, did it yourself, and closed the drain before he could even think of sneaking it. The troublesome little smile you gave him told him you knew all this too, and it pulled the first genuine chuckle of the night out of him. 

But, eventually, the stage was set for a comforting bath. The salt was mixed with eucalyptus oil, which released a nice scent as Leon slowly lowered himself into the water. Finishing up with the last of the tea candles and turning off the light, you join in after him and snuggle up to his chest. Leon looks around the bathroom you two have shared for a while now. “You really pulled out all the stops for me, huh?” Your husband’s tone was teasing, but you could hear the current of vulnerability underneath. 

You lift one of your hands to cup his cheek before resting on his neck, and when your eyes meet his, you find his unreadable gaze already boring into you. “I like taking care of you, Leon,” Your words are gentle, and earnest. They were barely louder than the drip of water falling from the faucet and into the tub, but they made Leon break the stare and look away. He tries not to let the sting of tears form when he feels your lips gently press into the corner of his mouth. 

Languidly, you brace one of your hands on the lip of the tub before sitting up and leaning on your haunches in between Leon’s legs. It doesn’t last for too long, because you then climb into his lap, his waiting hands immediately embracing your hips and holding there firmly. Leon takes a deep, steadying breath as his eyes trail down your figure, his stare becoming more and more heated as it progresses. Both of your eyes meet. 

“You sure you want this?” You ask him. You wiggle on his lap to get comfortable, accidentally feeling the hardness you’ve been politely ignoring for the past few minutes spent situating yourselves. 

“I always want this,” Leon answered, but there was something that just didn’t fully convince you.

“You don’t have to say yes, Lee,” You reassure him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving a kiss on his cheek. The man gently guides your face to look at him with his fingers at your chin. He kisses you on the lips with a bit more force than the previous ones you’ve shared tonight. 

“I want this, please,” His words are barely louder than a whisper, but it’s all you need to begin. In the dark, you rise from laying your chest on top of Leon’s to sitting up on his lap. In the dim of the candles, the beaded water on your skin sparkled golden light and the steam from the water warped and weaved around your figure, and Leon wondered to himself how he ever managed to find someone as beautiful as you. 

You take one of Leon’s hands and kiss the knuckles, a small noise leaving your mouth at the feeling of his fingertips finding your hole with ease. A look into your husband's eyes says that his anxiousness is gone to the point where he can properly enjoy the moment, so you decide to let yourself do the same. 

You moan at the feeling of Leon’s warm fingers sliding up and into your walls, curling right at the spot where he always bullies into you to make you shake. This time, however, Leon’s slow circling around that spot of nerves has you craving something much more filling than his fingers.

Leaning into his space to kiss him again, you grasp Leon’s wrist and slowly remove his hand out from under you. Taking a gentle hold of his cock, you line the fat head to your entrance and revel in the familiar, heavenly feeling of sinking onto your lover’s cock. Veiny and just big enough and with the slightest of curves that presses against your stomach, you feel him slowly spread you apart. Eventually, after a bit of coaxing, you sit snugly on Leon’s lap, breathing a bit heavily at the embers of pleasure crackling at the feeling of him inside you, unmoving. 

You open your eyes to see that Leon isn’t faring much better, a red blush spread from the top of his head down all of his neck, even managing to paint the tips of his ears, his chest taking very deep breaths. You can tell that the hold he has on the meat of your hips and ass might bruise later, but all its doing right now is heightening the feeling of your muscles squeezing hard around Leon’s cock. 

You brace your legs and tense your knees and thighs, rise, and then you inch your way back down, squirming your hips as Leon’s hands make you hold your pace. Once again you lean forward, hands resting on your lover's chest. As you lift again, his hips fall deeper into the water of the tub, before both sinking back into each other. Your face is now stuffed in the crook of Leon’s neck while his was resting on your shoulder. One of his hands snaked up your back to grasp desperately at your shoulder, careful not to dig his nails into your skin. The other slowly made its way to wrap around your waist, and after Leon tightened his hold on your body, he started to thrust into you more roughly. 

Not given the most warning other than your husband's ever-growing whimpers and moans, you let out your own squeak before starting to moan a lot louder. The easy, sensual pleasure you were feeling at the beginning of this bath amounted nowhere near the fire in your belly now. It felt like every nerve you had was firing at once, almost suffocating against Leon’s moist skin, listening to your husband’s moans and hushed pleas work their way into your flesh. It got to the point where you could think of nothing but his cock slipping in and out of you, over and over again, making you feel so good like it almost always does. So much water has sloshed out of the tub that some of the tea lights have extinguished, sputtering before their lights burn out.

The pleasure for the both of you mounts to a peak, and Leon’s thrusts get a lot sloppier as your hips jerk, and then all the nerves down to your fingertips tingle as your vision nearly whites out from the pleasure. You're sure your moaning has reached its height, too, but Leon couldn’t complain, with how much vibration you felt in your chest from him meeting his climax with you. 

You feel your husband soften within your walls, and you both stay there for a few moments, catching your breath and letting your bodies relax. After a couple of minutes of silence broken by heavy breathing, you start to give Leon small, gentle kisses starting from the end of his shoulder, working your way through his collarbone and up his neck. Eventually, when you get to his jaw, Leon gets impatient and tilts your head so he can kiss you properly. 

“I love you,” He whispers. You look into his eyes and smile at him, and he smiles back. There's a shimmer in his eyes that lets you know he’s sharing everything he can in his heart, at this moment. You weave your hands in his hair and kiss him again. 

“Happy fifth anniversary,” At your words, Leon gives a lighthearted, carefree laugh. He suddenly pulls you in his arms. 

“Happy fifth anniversary, baby,"

[agentkaz]

kloktober day 20: original character or self-insert

time for the fanfic debut of my oc, xz corrosion! she's an industrial musician/dj/amateur hacker who makes bootleg dethklok remixes sometimes and is, self-indulgently, online pals with toki. she's basically a recycled rp character because i didn't want to leave her in the dump once i left the second life game i made her for so i ported her over to metalocalypse. here's her wiki page. she's very green.

XZ Corrosion, Pittsburgh's fifth-finest industrial act (as voted by her friends), currently sat on the floor in Toki Wartooth's bedroom, her keytar on her lap. Next to her sat Toki Wartooth himself, peering at the laptop on the floor between them.

Meeting an online friend in meatspace was always intimidating, but the intimidation factor really kicked up when the online friend happened to be one of the most famous people in the world with the craziest security detail XZ had ever seen. She'd originally intended to do this collab over the computer, but Toki had insisted she come over, and who was going to reject an invitation to check out Dethklok's house?

Now that they'd gotten the awkward part out of the way, though, they were getting along pretty damn well.

"That's all I gots to do?" Toki asked.

"Yeah dude, just fuck around on guitar a little, maybe record some words if you wanna, and I'll do the rest." XZ grinned over at him. "We got this."

"Shouldn'ts we records this in the studio?"

"If you wanna be Mr. Fancy, dude, but I don't do studios. All we need is you, me, Melvin, and this computer." She patted the laptop for emphasis. "This'll be fine! Song of the summer, baby!"

"Songs of the summers." Toki nodded. Who cared if it was October?

A little bit of discussion and a lot of messing around later, they had the bones of something they could really work on.

"So, I got a show at Cattivo next month," XZ said as she watched Toki mess around with his guitar, his tongue sticking out in concentration. "We could smuggle you in, you do your thing, then you can leave before anybody thinks about it. Or you could stick around, I'll show you some shit."

"I'll thinks about it," Toki said. "But I gots to wears that outfits I showed you. Pickle helpsed me puts it together."

"I'd be pissed if you didn't wear it, dude."

They both laughed as they constructed the song of the summer.

[kneworder]

steve biggest wham stan alive manifesto. fantastic came out summer of 1983 and i know this was thee album of steve's summer. bad boys? dear mommy dear daddy you had plans for me oh yeah i was your only son? but long before this baby boy could count to three you knew just what he would become? bad boys? stick together? never? sad boys? that's literally him. i know he would have made tommy be the andrew ridgeley to his george michael for halloween if tommy wouldn't have called it gay. young guns is like the quintessential precanon steve song. young guns havin' some fun crazy ladies keep 'em on the run wise guys realize there's danger in emotional ties! i think he would play it while driving around with tommy and carol and ham it up while singing along so it looks like he's joking but he's like. not joking at all he's having the time of his life.

make it big came out in late october 1984 it was perfect timing. he quietly self-pities in his car to if you were there (and if it had been out my GOD it would have been battlestations but the final didn't drop until 86 so we'll make do) for like a week until nancy actually dumps him and then it is non-stop 24/7 everything she wants until he can't pretend to be mad anymore and then we're back to fantastic because i KNOW he was blasting nothing looks the same in the light for months after the breakup. only a fool like me would take to heart the things you said you meant last night.......

anyways. summer of '85? oh you better believe he is blasting the wham rap every single time robin needs a ride to work until she gets pavloved into enjoying it and singing along because this one he's not even pretending to joke about and has so much fun with it that it's infectious. she complains about it at first but after a few weeks he's yelling do you want to work? and robin is screaming NO! when they pull into the family video parking lot.

this is also such a real thing to me because george michael is this preppy popstar with great hair and a leather jacket and a little dangly earring and i truly believe that even if he's a little embarrassed about it this is genuinely everything steve wants to be. i also think that for five years out of high school steve hearing freedom '90 was life changing in a deeply bisexual way and when gm came out (read: was outed) in 1998 it rocked steve's world. anyways.

[fleckcmscott]

Heebie Jeebies

Summary: It's the Halloween season and Y/N’s working against the clock. After she recruits Arthur for help, the new look he creates sends shivers down both their spines.

Words: 4,852

Warnings: Swearing, Smut

A/N: @iartsometimes​ made this request a few months ago. It's taken all this time to figure out how to get Arthur in that getup without his life falling apart. 😂 Thank you for the challenge! I hope you enjoy this story! Much gratitude to @sweet-nothings04​ for beta-reading, summary assistance, and such helpful feedback! 😃

"Terry, for the last time: I am not wearing a costume to the office."

"Come on!" Hands behind head, Terry leaned back in his chair and put his heels on his desk. "Kim and I need a Curly."

"You're stooge enough for two," Y/N said. The man might have the ability to cajole her into seasonal fundraising coupon books for his son's index of little league teams, but he'd never sell her on this.

"You're gonna be the only stick in the mud. You know that, right?"

She shoved a rubber fingertip on her pointer. "One of us has to meet clients without scaring them off."

With a lot of help from Arthur, she'd softened on Halloween. He understood the holiday was hard for her, and he'd said he wanted to change that, the way she'd changed so much for him. Since their first Halloween together, he'd taken the reins to plan a date night the last week of every October. To make the season about them. It was a gesture so loving, so considerate, it sutured the scrapes of old. A favorite had ended with caramel sliding off Granny Smith apples, and their pajama bottoms sliding to the floor.

Boundaries existed for a reason, however, and she resolved to keep them. A starry-eyed generational change had started last spring, spurred by a round of retirements. She was the brash aunt to the new graduates in her firm. Happy to help, fun the 81% of the time it was appropriate.

But she was also a professional. Attending office Christmas parties with Arthur, having a slice of cake to celebrate a colleague's birthday? Pleasantries she gladly took part in. Hell, she'd even helped decorate. Parading around in her cat costume, displaying the inner pinup she kept for her husband? Not a chance. Ruffled blouses and A-Line skirts (below the knee, thank you) were where it was at. The dish of Tootsie Rolls beside her nameplate would have to do.

She grabbed a file from the double-check pile. Its skinniness belied the hours she'd put into it. When Wanda the legal secretary had come down with the flu, the case and its subsequent court dates had tumbled into Y/N's lap. She'd spent an entire day shredding duplicates, purging unrelated documents, sorting out what wasn't needed. She skimmed the witness statements and Motion for Discovery for any typos. (Latin would never not be a challenge. Fucking up was easy when half the C's sounded like K's.) Monday's status conference was scheduled for thirty minutes. If she could get Phil to deliver a neat presentation, they'd be freed in twenty.

A turn of the page and a woman opened the office door. Clad in statement shoulder blazer and high-waisted jeans, her dress was trendier than the usual clientele. She was young, too. The baby fat of her cheeks straddled that awkward duck stage of childhood and senior year. Close cropped hair lent her a severe look her baby blues made hard to believe.

Y/N rose from behind her desk. "May I help you?"

"Uh, yeah." The woman slung a denim backpack to the front, plucked a pencil and Mead memo book from the front pocket. "I got a job at the new Halloween store? Happy Haunts? The guys in my class said they're getting more than me."

The shop's name rang no bells. "School project?" Y/N asked

"Student paper, ma'am. Gotham Screamer. I write an editorial column but Ms. Marley - she's my teacher - is letting me write a feature."

An approving grin lit Y/N's face. This teenager could have been her in 1961, whipping off never-to-be-published letters to the editor. She gestured towards the wooden chair on the opposite side of her desk.

The basics of the complaint were straightforward. The student, Miranda, had found an ad in a newspaper- she couldn't recall which - for a part-time job. Show up in costume for an interview and complete an application. That was it. With her mom on leave to take care of her ailing older brother, Miranda's household could use the extra money, especially with the holidays coming up. Her aerobics instructor outfit had gotten her an offer on the spot. Orientation was a series of VHS tapes covering employee safety, basic customer service, and how to deal with potential shoplifters. She dug out a crumpled paystub and card with the number for Human Resources, the new name for Personnel that made Y/N roll her eyes.

It was during study hall that Miranda had discovered the truth. Bobby Farin, second clarinet in the marching band, was earning thirty-five cents more an hour. That was when she'd decided to pitch the story idea to her teacher and find a labor attorney.

Pay discrimination was as illegal as it was hard to prove. The difference could be chalked up to a shift differential or prior experience. Y/N pursed her lips. "How long have you been there?"

"Three weeks. Bobby's been there two."

"Do you and the other students have the same positions? The same job titles?"

The teen shrugged. "I mean, we all do the same things."

"And those would be?" Y/N grabbed a piece of typewriter paper and jotted in shorthand.

"Stock shelves. Check out customers. Put up displays." Miranda's tone pitched up at the end of each example, as if she was asking herself. No, there were no uniforms to delineate roles. Employees could wear whatever they wanted, so long as it was festive and family friendly. No pinups.

"This next question can feel uneasy, but I do have to ask. Has your manager or boss ever asked for any favors that made you uncomfortable?"

Miranda's whole head wrinkled in disgust. "No!"

"Good. And if he had, that'd be on him, not you."

In order to be printed in the October 30th issue, the story had to be ready to go next Friday. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. The crunch recalled helping Mabel with a diorama of local flora late one night, when Y/N had been a sophomore and her little sister in fifth grade. The assembly line their mother had set up at the kitchen table, where she'd sketched flowers, Y/N had cut them out, and Mabel had smeared them with her crayons. Smudged sneezeweed and pale pink cardinal petals had earned the girl a passing grade and a teacher's note to start earlier next time.

"Keep Dube & Ellis out of the article and don't mention my name. Got it?" Y/N wrote her home number on the back of a business card, which Miranda accepted with a nod. "Have you decided what you want to do after you finish school?"

The teenager folded in on herself, her fingers knotting together. A smidge of regret tightened Y/N's eyes. Really, it was none of her business. And it was plain Miranda had been peppered with this question too often. As enterprising as this young woman seemed, she was still a girl, still finding her way in a world of a million crossroads.

But before Y/N could excuse herself, the girl answered. "My mom wants me to study. School's fun and all, but I dunno if I even wanna go to college."

"There's plenty of time to figure it out. If you're interested in a field like this-" Y/N indicated the office with a bob of her head. "Let me know. A lot of firms have shadowing programs. Sometimes it just takes a day or two to learn what you can't stand." Miranda loosened enough to let a chuckle slip and snag a piece of candy.

Y/N noted the girl's phone number, folded the paper into thirds, and stuffed it in her purse, between her compact mirror and coin clutch. "If you don't hear from me by Wednesday, give me a call. Try my apartment first. I look forward to reading your article."

~~~~~

Arthur hoisted the beach ball of a pumpkin on the kitchen counter. "What're all those for?"

Felt-tipped pen in hand, Y/N was bent over the Gotham Herald, one of the newspapers strewn across the laminate. She'd made a run to the nearest newsstand post-bacon and eggs, then spent the rest of the morning sipping coffee and scanning classifieds. Among requests for day laborers, pleas for receptionists, and ads for investment opportunities (a.k.a. easy methods to say goodbye to life savings), she'd found a number of similar postings. Seasonal positions, no experience necessary, all with addresses and phone numbers in Delaware.

"You see this here?" Her nail tapped a Help Wanted. "I've found the same mistake in four classifieds. This should be 'ASAP.'"

"Maybe that's not what they meant," he said, and sneaked past her arm to tug at the corner of the Post.

"'Looking to hire ASP?'" She pushed the abandoned pages his way. "Unless they want a snake, I don't see an alternative."

He snagged her pen to draw triangular eyes on the squash's orange skin. Y/N closed the paper in an effort to force her moonlighting from her mind. A round nose came next, traced around a drinking glass. A classic bucktoothed jack-o-lantern smile. When he drove a serrated knife through the top, she held the pumpkin steady with both hands. About two-thirds of the way through a circle around the stem, the top started to sink in.

He grumbled. "Shit, I got the angle wrong."

"It's all right. Toothpicks will hold the lid." She laid the newly fashioned lid in the sink, careful not to get its stringy pulp on the possible evidence that continued to itch her brain stem. Shutting the newspapers in the bathroom for the day would've been the smarter choice. But watching Arthur conjured another strategy, one she could share like a holiday tradition.

She offered a steel serving spoon. "Would you help me with what I'm investigating? I need a man to test something."

His quirked brow asked what on earth she could be investigating. And if he could test it now.

Sidling nearer, she relayed the student's claims, the steps she'd taken so far. Y/N had called the spook shop only to have it ring and ring. On the sixth try, she'd finally reached a manager. The boss did all the hiring, he'd claimed. Go ahead and pop in the next day. During her lunch hour, she'd sneaked to the public restroom off her office building's lobby, changed into the forest leggings and oversized sweatshirt she'd stuck in her court bag. Not a costume, per se, but out of character enough to count as a disguise. When she'd slipped out onto the sidewalk, her colleagues had been none the wiser.

As soon as she'd entered the store and introduced herself, the boss had looked her up and down. The befuddled set of his round face let her in on the fact that she was a little older than expected, bordering on ancient. "This is an after-school job," he'd said, still squinting.

"I know, sir. But my husband's hours were cut at Trident and-" She'd widened her eyes, endeavored an expression both appealing and pitiful. "You've got to have someone for the morning hours, right? Just a couple days a week? It'd mean so much."

For a split second he'd softened, shoulders sagging on a heavy sigh. "You'll have to provide your own costume."

Pay was $3.35 an hour, minimum wage and the same as the last four years. Schedules were posted on the corkboard in the back office every Thursday, but she could expect to work afternoons and weekends. In a tone Y/N assumed was meant to be caring, he'd added, "I'm sure your husband wants you home to cook dinner."

She'd spoken through a clenched smile. "I'll be sure to bake him a cake."

Pumpkin guts plopped on the Post. Y/N wrapped an arm around Arthur's back at the waist. "You could wear your Carnival outfit."

"But what if he recognizes me?"

Kindness was her usual reaction when he overestimated his own prominence. After all, he was immensely prominent to her. She pecked his bicep. "With your ingenuity, you're sure to come up with something. You did invent the best clown in Gotham."

Grinning, he tucked his chin. "I wouldn't mind a cake. Apple coffee's good."

She made a mental note to buy canned biscuits. "If you do this, I'll double the recipe."

~~~~~

An emergency hearing had delayed the status conference to the end of the day, throwing a wrench into Y/N's well-laid presentation. Arthur was halfway through dinner when she got home, apologized for being late, and marched to the dining table to eat with one fork and document what she'd realized on the train.

Before he rinsed his plate and slunk off to his writing nook, she detected a huff and shake of the head. But amends would be made later. She had a deadline and was going to meet it.

Wanda's case was also a complaint about unequal pay. Also from a woman (well, a group of women). Also from a fly-by-night business, a shop that sold tchotchkes to disappointed tourists in Gotham Square from Memorial to Labor Day. While reviewing paystubs from the court file, Y/N noticed the business name included DBA. Doing Business As. The same as on Miranda's paystub - and Delaware PO Boxes to boot. With any luck, Y/N could cross reference the zip codes, contact the public records office, and uncover who rented them. If they were held under the same parent corporation, it'd give her firm's case a boost.

Never underestimate the inability of money in a hurry to cover its tracks.

"I think I figured out my new look," Arthur's animated voice called from the living room. Rhythmic footsteps fell across the carpet.

Her pen poked a constellation on the phonebook's zip code page. "Hm?" She underlined 19891 and looked up. Her jaw dropped.

There he stood, lounging on the kitchen doorway by the dining nook, one hand in his pocket, the other braced on the wall. He'd slicked his chestnut waves into submission, its sheen a clue he'd used a tad too much of her mousse. Save for the smidgen of peach skin at his hairline, stark white adorned his visage, sharpened already cutting cheekbones. Ruby brows danced mid-forehead, the usual triangles framing his eyes now tinged a cool cyan. His rubber nose was on break, replaced by precise red brushstrokes along the aquiline tip and around his nostrils.

Carnival's smile was practiced. Controlled. Outlined in an even-keeled black. This smile extended well past Arthur's dimples to decorate his cheeks, like a cat who'd outsmarted all the others to get the last lick of whipping cream. Wild and carefree, it'd broken its bars. The perfect analogy to his self-assuredness blossoming over the years.

The suit was brighter somehow, a fiery red, either due to the teal shirt he'd paired with it or the confidence he carried. Mustard vest had usurped the matching waistcoat. She ogled his lean legs, lengthened by the long lines of his trousers. The same trousers he'd worn the night she remembered like yesterday. His beguiling beauty. His hesitant but hungry body pressed into hers in the elevator. The belt loops her greedy fingers hooked through...

Riveted to her seat, she wet her lips. "Does he have a name?"

"Not yet. Any ideas?"

The butt of her pen tapped her chin. This clown wasn't as innocent as Carnival. Mischief lurked beneath the surface, a roguish tease. The private side of the man she knew revealed. A term she'd read in her statute reference book emerged. She did her best to pronounce it. "Accessio." She got the hard C right this time.

"What's that?"

"It's an ownership term for when two things combine to make something new. Like when seeds are planted in a farmer's field. The farmer would own the crops. Or how you've taken my favorite parts of Carnival and combined them with that suit."

Scrunching his nose, he slid one foot forward. "That's nice but doesn't roll off the tongue."

"Well, it's only used in court." She returned to the phonebook, considered the clowns at the county fair when she was a kid. "Mr. Jingles? Buster?"

"I'm asking about a job I don't want. I'll tell the guy I'm..." Making his way behind her, he laid a hand on her shoulder. Heat prickled the nape of her neck. "Arthur Harris."

Love curved her mouth, a glow flowing through her. Though she adored having his name, that he'd chosen her maiden made her feel as treasured as his journal. She flipped another page of zip code listings. "You might want to lose that vest. It's very distracting."

Fingertips kneaded the hollow of her collarbone, stroked a firm line up her throat. "Am I distracting you?"

"Yes," she said, a little shaky.

"Good." He crouched next to her, his breath a whisper on her temple. "What'll you wear next week?"

"My cat costume."

He traced the seam of her sleeve. The temptation that roused every pore. "You've worn it four years in a row."

"You've made love to me in it four years in a row."

"I wanna see you in something else. Like you did me." A gentle cupping of her breast over her blouse. He lifted it, molded it to his palm. He skimmed her nipple and it pebbled under his touch. He chuckled and thumbed it again.

Seduction hadn't been bargained for tonight. She laid her pen across the paper and turned towards him. His gaze traversed her face, clear green searched her eyes. A raffish grin deepened his crow's feet. The suggestion in that grin parched her throat. An ache bloomed across her flesh, every square inch of her suddenly awake. The tip of her nose brushed his.

Damp lips pressed to hers, covered her mouth. His tongue plundered and the chalky taste of greasepaint bit her tastebuds. Pulses jolted, hearts thundered. She cupped the back of his neck to make the delicious connection firmer. He moaned, low and rumbling. The vibration charted a path down each knob of her spine, a fleeting flutter in her center.

Intent on grabbing those belt loops again and laying him on the nearest plush surface (the carpet would suffice, the sofa better), she shoved the chair from the table. But before she could push herself to unsteady feet, he knelt before her. Wandering hands hurried past her stomach. Sneaked beneath her hemline. He pecked her knee, grazed her thigh, nestled at the wool shielding her hip. His nearness made her senses spin.

Except for common sense. She ahemed, breathed a breathless warning. "You'll get paint on my skirt."

"Take it off, then." A hot-blooded challenge, impossible to resist.

He didn't wait for an answer. He popped open the buttons at the small of her back. Straightening her legs, she lifted herself an inch off the seat. One, two, three tugs and the offending garment was on the floor.

A deep frown, exasperation even his painted-on smile couldn't conceal. "Pantyhose?"

Y/N's snort would've been a cackle if it hadn't caught in her nose. She usually wore thigh-highs, making access quicker than lightning. "My stockings had a run in them." His pinky caressed the back of her knee. As he set to stripping them off, she balanced herself on her elbow and gave a necessary instruction. "Don't rip these. They're my last pair."

Pop! went the first snap of her blouse. The second, the third. But Arthur's nimble fingers abandoned her shirt to yank away her panties. His mouth went to the crease of her thigh. He guided one leg to splay wider, the other to rest on his shoulder. Thumbs held her open. His breath shivered against her tender flesh, nose dragging through her downy curls, dark and now peppered with red. Wanton gleam in his stare, he smiled.

He licked the rigid line of her clitoral hood, stopping just above the swollen spot where she needed him most. Every nerve sparked with anticipation. She really couldn't get enough of seeing him between her legs like this. A wicked thought, a secret sin to be savored with him. The tip flitted from side to side, a careful caress when she was feeling reckless. Sticky with perspiration, she wriggled her bottom to the edge of the chair. Carded through his curls and traced his sideburn. His tongue flattened to rub her folds, wandering circles that knew exactly where they wanted to be.

After a minute, he withdrew for a gulp of air. Liquid heat had streaked makeup from his chin, smudged the margins of his pristine smile, blended ivory and crimson into a pleasing pink. She studied herself, where the shade stained her vulva, the generous streaks of white where her inner thighs had met his cheeks. It was the kind of marking he'd made her love, a brand that healed.

Bending to her again, he kissed her in the same manner he'd kiss her mouth. Thin lips fondled her clit, suckled steadily. On a whine, her hips twitched upward, begged for this to never end. Please, each swivel said. Don't ever stop.

​But then his ministrations faltered, losing their deliberate pace.

The rip of a zipper. Whispers of folding fabric. The frantic sound of skin on skin. 

Awareness speared her, excitement startled a gasp. He was touching himself. Touching himself while kissing her most intimate secret, where she was wet and desperate. That this would so thoroughly inspire him spurred her on. Emboldened her fingers to take his place, work together with him to pleasure them both. Eyes squeezed shut, she pictured the firm grasp of his masculine hand on his shaft, the way he'd curl his fingers to tease the head.

She flattened her palm on the table. Squirmed and nudged his flank with her knee. Beckoned him with a plaintive, "Come here..."

​He scooted forward. Dragged the glans along her silky seam. When she arched towards him, he eased his erection past her inner labia. Sunk into her with the practiced slowness of a lover who wants to relish every time like it's the first.

Filled to the brim, Y/N grasped the lapels of his suit jacket. "I want you."

His brow met hers. "I'm yours."

Sweat from his temple smeared her cheek. He palmed the curve of her hip, yanked her flush to him. Thrust and thrust again, each plunge ending on a clipped grunt. He tugged at the cups of her bra. The cotton of his vest scrapped her dusky peaks.

The chair thudded across the linoleum. Thump. Thump. Thump. The spindles of the chair dug her back. The slide of him within her walls, the delectable stretch of him. He burned her. He seared her.

"You feel so good," she cried, calf clutching him closer.

"Oh, god-"

He bucked quicker. Harder. Raising herself to meet him in this position was nearly impossible, so she let him take over. Parted lips charted her shoulder, shoved the collar of her blouse aside. Gritted teeth pressed the crook of her neck. All at once, his hips locked with hers, their jutting angles softened by polyester. A splash inside her, harsh, short pants at her ear.

He slipped out of her, straightened enough to stroke her needy nub. She moaned, her lips forming an O. Their mouths locked, a lingering kiss where his tongue traced the enticing shape. Pressure built in her loins, her thighs and abdomen quivered. The kiss grew harder, urgent, like he was starving for her to join him in euphoria. He cupped her jaw, wove into her hair, gave it a firm tug.

She snapped, breaking away to bury her face in his shoulder. Her right foot spasmed, hard enough to start a Charlie horse. Still holding his jacket in a white-knuckle grip, her hands shook with exertion. The pull of her tresses shifted to a gentle cradling, a place of safety where she could dissolve. Her body melted into his and her world was filled with him.

Sloppy and sedate, Arthur lapped the top of her breasts. "You're red all over."

A full flush covered her torso and arms, greasepaint had swirled all over her cleavage, stained the placket of her blouse. She could imagine the candy apple state of her cheeks. His suit hadn't faired much better. White had gotten on the lapels, pink had somehow hitched a ride to its front flaps. The two of them were an absolute mess. She checked her watch. If she hurried, she could clean up in five, then run their clothes to the dry cleaner and pay an extra $3.25 for overnight service.

Giddy, she wiped her forehead with her sleeve and laughed when it came away blue. "I, uh. I think you found your disguise."

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Y/N opened the oven a tentative inch, peered inside with narrowed eyes. Golden brown peaks, pecans that hadn't yet burnt, gooey apple cinnamon bottom. It was a dessert fit to serve, courtesy of Nickel's Mills Food Products, Putting the Happy in Home. Her mitted hand grasped the round pan and set it on the counter to cool. Mixing powdered sugar with apple cider to make the glaze was the final step. (And remembering to add it after the cake stopped steaming.)

She poured candy onto an orange treat tray, arranged mini Marathon bars and packets of Fun Dip, plus a couple of Vigilante jaw breakers thrown in for good measure. GCN's five o'clock news was about to start, so she had one ear tuned to the TV. The familiar opening theme led to a jolly "Happy Halloween!" from the anchor and a hearty honk! honk! from the weatherman. Smiling, she thought on the suit and teal button-up she'd laid out on the bed, ironed and starched and ready to go.

The doorbell rang. Every year trick-or-treating seemed to start earlier. The jack-o-lantern wasn't even out yet, and Arthur hadn't gotten back to greet the youngsters. Nevertheless, she snagged her pointy hat from the table, tidied her oversized silver belt and jagged polyester skirt, squeezed her toes into stiletto black heels. Candy platter on her hip, she hurried to open the door.

Replete in his Carnival outfit - save for a painted nose - Arthur beamed down at her. "Trick or treat."

Giggling, she grasped his tie and pulled him in for a kiss, then pulled him into the apartment and kissed him again. "Mm, you taste sweet. You must've had a bag of candy. How was the clinic?"

"Busy but nice. The kid I told you about, Charlie, got to go home today."

"He was there for, what, four months?"

"Yeah." Arthur dropped his prop bag, stripped off his wig and laid it across the top. "They booked me for Thanksgiving and Christmas, too," he continued, running his fingers through his curls. The booking was a formality at this point, but it was an accomplishment she knew he was proud of. She was happy to hear it. And she had one more thing that'd swell his chest.

He stretched his arms above his head, out to the sides. On a yawn, he turned to the kitchen. "What smells so good?" He sniffed the air again and went straight to the stove to stare at the cake, eyes as wide as a kid's who'd gotten a full-sized candy bar in his pillowcase.

"Another ten minutes and it's all yours. Here, look what we got in the mail," she said and handed him the latest issue of the Gotham Screamer, already open to the necessary article. A post-it note obscured the headline: Thanks a lot, Mrs. Fleck! She watched him scan the paper, the corners of his lips betraying when he reached the part she'd underlined.

A helpful legal aide and her enterprising husband uncovered proof of Happy Haunts' unfair and illegal pay practices. We hope that next Halloween season, Gotham High's Hawks will flock to another store for their far-out costumes. Next issue: the five best thrift stores in Rogers.

"Thanks for your assistance, enterprising husband." Y/N hugged him tight about the middle. "You more than earned that cake."

He plucked a corner from the dessert and plopped it in his mouth. Twisting in her arms, he took her hand, stepped back to study her. He rolled the dark purple mesh of her sleeves between forefinger and thumb. "You know, you're a cute witch. Are you gonna put a spell on me?"

"Actually, there's a love potion in the dough. Sugar and spice and honey that's nice." She curved towards him, kissed him once more. "I do have another favor to ask. For after the trick-or-treaters are gone." It was a favor that'd given her the heebie jeebies all week. His hold on her tightened, as though he were reading her mind. Eyelashes lowered, she bit her bottom lip. "Would you put the suit and teal shirt back on? I want to take them off you."

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[honeyspiders10]

Platonic Peso or Kwazii (either one is fine) fluff pls your writing is amazing

Aww thanks so much!!! That makes me really happy! And since you're so nice, I'll do both for you! I'm going to HCs sense I didn't get a prompt to go off of. I hope you like this!

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Kwazii

Request: Yes!!

Genre: fluff

Fandom: Octonauts

Pronouns: None used

Pairing: Kwazii x Gn!Reader (PLATONIC with a capital "P")

Style: HCs

TW: none

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- You and Kwazii do almost everything. Your favorite thing to do with each other is pull pranks on the other Octonauts. Specifically, Shellington.

-When Kwazii inatvertially gets in trouble, you're always right there to get his tail out of sticky situations.

-I feel as though Halloween is Kwazii's favorite holiday. So when October 31st comes around, you guys spend it cuddled up in a blanket fort, watching scary movies and pigging out on candy from Barnacles' secret stash.

-Kwazii's favorite food is definitely tacos. You can not change my mind. Tacos definitely make an appearance randomly at dinner at least two (2) times a week. And if you don't like tacos, Kwazii will give you the surprised Pikachu face and back away slowly.

- going along with the Halloween being Kwazii's favorite holiday thing, his favorite Halloween movie is Hocus Pocus. I don't fully have a reason for this other than that it makes sense to me. OR.. Coraline. Coraline kinda creeps him out, though, so when you guys watch it together, he clings to you like a baby.

-You guys go swimming next to the Octopod a lot. Kwazii loves swimming with the fish it's one of his favorite things. He'll go by himself if he has to. But he definitely prefers going with his best friend. He'll never admit it, though.

Peso

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Request: Yes!!

Genre: fluff

Fandom: Octonauts

Pronouns: None used

Pairing: Peso x Gn!Reader (PLATONIC with a capital "P")

Style: HCs

TW: none

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-Peso loves swimming and helping sea creatures with you. It's one of his favorite things to do with you. It makes him so happy to be spending time with his friend and also making sure the fish and other sea creatures are healthy.

-When the Octonauts go to the Arctic, his favorite thing to do is have snowball fights with you. And also making snowmen. He always brings along some sticks, buttons, and a carrot for the nose. Tweak always gives him the carrot.

-Peso doesn't seem like the type of penguin to enjoy horror movies or scary things, so his favorite holiday is definitely not Halloween. I think his favorite holiday is Christmas.

-He loves all the lights and baked goods. You guys absolutely have to bake some gingerbread cookies and give them to the rest of the Octonauts. Baking is definitely chaotic in the best way with Peso. You guys so have flour fights and then get told off by the Vegimals. (It's totally worth it, though)

- When the Octopod gets close to any kind of island that has friendly animals on it. You and Peso go exploring and pick flowers and make flower crowns for each other and for the other Octonauts.

-Peso seems like the type of penguin to be absolutely terrified of bugs and spiders. If a spider somehow made it into the Octopod... goddess bless you cause' you're going to need it. If it got into Peso's room, he would come running to your room and make you come and remove it. Don't harm it, of course. This poor penguin would die if you killed it.

-Overall, you guys are just the best of pals. And are joined at the hip and do everything you can together <3

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I hope you enjoyed!! Sorry it took a little while! I went to have this out hours ago but some stuff came up and I had to take a break and do some chores and run some errands. But it's out now and was very fun to write! So happy to be writing for Octonauts again!! I hope you have a good day/night and remember to drink water!! Toodles!!!

[sincerely-sofie]

Check-in for October 25th, 2023

Welp, The Present is a Gift has officially broken 8,000 words and is rapidly approaching the 10k mark! Also, fun fact: according to the outline, I haven't even finished writing the first chapter. This terrifies me when I consider the later chapters which have way more plot packed into them.

Despite me writing out a very detailed plan for the project, it feels like I'm learning new things about the characters with every sentence I write. Twig is apparently a big fan of learning weird, obscure words and is sad that her old hobby of reading dictionaries has been dampened by her struggling to learn how to read footprint runes. You think you know a gal...

I spent most of today working on programming assignments and even got a nice comment on a past submission I sent in. In it, I mentioned single vs. double equals signs always tripping me up and causing bugs in my code--- turns out they used to baffle my instructor too! He's able to use them in their proper places without thinking now, which is encouraging. Regardless, I have never felt this audio more keenly than today:

I had planned on getting some practice with 3D modeling for low-poly V-tuber of my persona I've been jokingly working on, but that didn't work out as anticipated. I did spend a while admiring how I went from a giant gray cube to this, though:

Ahhh. Look at that beautiful skeleton. So few polygons. So few worries. If only I could figure out how make the pupils move or make a bow.

I also spent a while reminiscing about how Blender lit up in flames at one point and I didn't understand why it happened or how I got it to stop. That was a fun seven minutes of unadulterated terror.

I'm tempted to get back into Blockbench for its simple UI, but after learning the basics of Blender, I know it'd be unbearable to return to the rigidity of working in a program that's pretty much built for Minecraft modders. I just need to stick with Blender and find a few more tutorials to keep me going.

I will miss the fact that Blockbench automatically puts your model on a turntable and offers to pixelate it for you, though. It makes low poly modeling so cool so fast.

Just look at these things! They're so cool! I made them yet they look like something out of my fave childhood video games!

I tried to figure out Super Mario Paint this morning and ended up with my first finished song from that program. Tried importing a few soundfonts from other sources but had no luck getting them to work, and the song was definitely rough around the edges--- but I'm still really proud of myself for making a quick tune! It was a battle to figure out how to export the finished product, and I ended up just recording my desktop with OBS to get it to capture the sound and video together, then converted that video into an MP3 file. It was a very roundabout process, but still!!! I made a thing!

The Shy Guy and Boo instruments, as their flawless character designs may have you suspect, are vastly superior to everything else contained in the program. You can't change my mind.

Also, I was tinkering around with Chrome Extensions and found the most heartbreaking note in the description for one of them.

Tiny Sidebar developer, whoever you are, wherever you are--- I want to give you a hug and a slice of cake or two. Reading this activated my inner anime protagonist and I want you to know that there are so many good people out there, but they're quiet about their goodness. Bad people are just loud as heck and make scenes wherever they go.

With that sudden sappiness, I'm signing off on this check-in. Take a parting teaser for a future joke animatic as a palette cleanser. Depressed Friend will be Twig, Emotionally Stable Friend will be Celebi.

Sincerely, Sofie

[gutsfics]

Meet My ILITW MC: Devi Casil

DOB: October 3, 1999 (current age- 23) Date of Death: September 30, 2017 (age- 17) Date of Reanimation: Mid-September 2021 Series: It Lives LI: Noah Marshall Pronouns: He/him

Fun Fact: He didn't talk at all for just over six years after Jane died.

Personality

Devi is good-natured and cheerful and he loves to joke around and make people laugh, although he can be a bit immature at times (i.e telling Cody to gargle his dick and balls). Although he's very friendly when approached, he tends to keep to himself. He also bottles his emotions up to hell and back. He is severely traumatized from Jane's death and should see a therapist about it. He has not.

He's very artistic and his favorite classes in school were any and all art classes. He also knows a lot about plants from his parents and is really good at foraging.

He doesn't make promises often any more, but he takes them very, very seriously.

He is bisexual and genderqueer.

Family

Devi is the youngest of four, and was a surprise baby. His siblings are ten, nine, and seven years older than him. He has two sisters, Mona Lisa and Sloane, and a brother, Cab. His parents are named Ares and Toshiko (敏子). They own and run a landscaping and floral arrangement business together which they opened when Devi started grade school, although Ares was a stay-at-home-dad when the kids were young enough to need him home 24/7. Toshiko has a doctorate in botany from the University of Tokyo. Because he has three fairly older siblings, Ares and Toshiko's parenting style was pretty relaxed with Devi and they kind of essentially just let him do whatever. Sometime after ILITW but before ILB, his parents become aware of the Power, although they don't know much about it and do not know that he isn't fully gone.

Depending on which ILW ending I'm writing for at any given moment, Devi and Noah may or may not be happily married & running a restaurant together.

Death and Revival

The moment Devi learned that the ghost was Jane and not Redfield, he knew he had to be the one to take her place, to make up for his broken promise. Like in canon, he asks Jane to let him have a fair fight with Noah, but unlike canon he does this to snap Noah out of whatever kind of hold Jane had on her so Noah wouldn't blame himself for his death. Him making a conscious choices to replace Jane is part of the reason why he has an easier time holding onto his humanity than Jane and Redfield did.

If Devi had been more lucid as a ghost, he would have told Noah not to try to bring him back, and that he should move on and let him be dead in peace. But he wasn't so he didn't/couldn't. However he is grateful to have a second chance at life, even though he was brought back in the middle of everything going to complete shit. Devi's Cool New Body does not have his piercings, dyed hair, or stick and poke tattoos, but he does have a scar across his face from the knife fight with Noah from his left cheekbone to just above the right corner of his mouth. Although he does recover from being dead in decent time, he never really fully recovers and he starts using a cane by his mid 20s.

Other

No matter which ILW route I do, he is always my ILITW MC. He is also always Redfielded with the exception of a single au wherein Noah sacrifices himself by pushing Devi away.

[yarnclan]

CrystalClan part 5

war was beginning. Do people know that meme anymore?

It’s a dramatic time. Relations with ShineClan continue to spiral. Being Thornwater is suffering. Love does not thrive, but some times it does. The medicine cats don’t stop finding random babies.

7th Greenleaf

Sweet Marmalade was found dead near the border of ShineClan. It was certainly due to old age. She and Star are certainly happily chatting and gossiping up in StarClan.

Quitepaw has been sneaking out of camp, but one night is cornered by a large dog. He’d surely have died, but Shineclaw happens to be on a night walk and jumps in to save him, and is injured in the process. He’s deeply grateful and feels extremely indebted to her.

Glowberry and Jadeleaf are welcomed as full warriors of the clan. Wisteriapaw feels a little left out, and kinda blames Warblerfall for being such a stick in the mud. Glowberry is honored for her observance. In most situations she does prefer to take the back seet and observe. She has those she’s close to, Cricketspeck, and her contemporaries, but she isn’t the most social of creatures. Jadeleaf had really matured and settled into herself after coming out. Spotstripe was especially happy to see the young cat thrive. She picks up a nice maple leaf to wear on her pelt. It reminds her of her good friend’s eyes.

ShineClan claims some of CrystalClan’s territory for their own. Rumors spread that maybe they did have something to do with Sweet Marmalade’s death, or that it was a sign. And that Shineclaw being injured was also some kind of sign...Stan tries to negotiate, but fails.

A healer who was once part of a dangerous group of rouges joins the clan in excange for protection. Her name is Tamale, she’s a fantastic healer but doesn’t believe in StarClan.

Web finds some kits and a dying queen. She names them Newtkit and Tawnykit with her last breath, but gives no other information.

Wisteriafeather is welcomed as a full warrior. She and Warblerfall my have butted heads at times, but she learned a lot from him.

After an exciting hunt near the twoleg place, and seemingly caught up in the excitement of being young warriors together, Glowberry and Jadeleaf become mates. 

While on a patrol led by Rosypelt, Pansypetal kills a rabbit over the contested border with ShineClan, intentionally leaving evidence.

On a hunting patrol with Forrestpool and October, Berrylight is captured in a twoleg trap and lost. Hazelholly and Chasingcloud attempt a joint rescue/vengeance mission. But are stopped and taunted by a ShineClan patrol. Neither of them in a great mood, they decide to escalate and relations with ShineClan continue to worsen. 

7th Leaf-Fall

Rosypelt and Thornwater’s second litter is apprenticed:

Lightpaw likes to act cool and collected, but it’s clear she’s putting on a bit of a front. Firflutter is not one for fronts or decorum.

Spikepaw tries to emulate his sister, but has an even harder time doing so. He’s very happy to be apprenticed to someone as wise as Egretwing.

Duskpaw has no need to look cool, all she wants is to help her clanmates as much as possible and is happy Marbletail can help her to learn.

Firflutter and Egretwing are happy to have a chance to be mentors again together, as they had been Applepounce and Riverstone’s mentors... They hope this time their apprentices will have happier endings.

Mottledkestral retires.

A loner named Orange joins the clan. They aren’t specific about it, but they had previously lived with a group of wandering cats. Something terrible happened, and they’ve had to find a new home. And were led to CrystalClan by following dream trails. He has an odd nature and sometimes says very alarming things in a calm manner. But his abilities and skill at healing are something special.

All Thornwater really wants to do is go on a quest to look for Berrylight, but with Sharpstar sick with whitecough, and tensions high with ShineClan there isn’t much he can do.

A former kittypet named Troublemaker joins the clan.

Goosetooth, Goldcreek, and Orange find a litter of kits and a dead queen. They take the kits back to camp, they are old enough to talk and are named Sunkit, Leopardkit and Stemkit.

Chasingcloud keeps helping Hazelholly on his quest, and is captured by twolegs. Hazelholly manages to help her get free, but its a very intense experience for both of them.

Stonewhisker hunts over the ShineClan boundary.

Quietpaw is given the very fitting name, Quitefoot. He’s always inadvertently sneaking up on other cats. He’s a great hunter, though still not a good conversationalist. He’s ride or die for Shineclaw, who’s only just healed from her injuries she sustained fighting the dog.

Gustclaw hunts over the ShineClan boundary.

7th Leafbare

(shhh)

Firflutter is bitten by a snake a dies. :< Her dear sisters Vineshell and Egretwing mourn her deeply... Lightpaw is apprenticed to Vineshell.

Sharpstar recovers from whitecough, but Thornwater can no longer stand it. He confesses his wish to Sharpstar. At first she’s extremely upset. She doesn’t understand why he would turn his back on such a wonderful oportunity. He’s been a fabulous deputy, and is loved by so many in the clan. She’s been able to lead because she’s known that when she joins StarClan a brave, talented, and noble cat will be there to support the clan. Thornwater points out that there are many brave, talented, and noble cats in the clan. And states firmly he believes he will better serve the clan as a normal warrior. Sharpstar is heasitant to ask, and asks if it has anything to do with his wish to search for Berrylight. He admits it does, but that he’s long felt this way. She sighs and admits that she’s often wondered if she had done the right thing. Pulling him away from FloodClan and then making him deputy when he was so young. He’s been happy as the deputy, but the idea of being a leader fills him with dread. Sharpstar asks him to think on it just a little longer. She knows he’d be a great leader, and he has her full support, what ever he ultimately decides. But in his heart Thornwater knows that means the choice was made for him.

Lightpaw, Spikepaw, and Duskpaw are joined by a big gang of younger apprentices. They all kinda miss having the den to themselves.

Tawnypaw, a bit of a weirdo, who’s more interested in rocks than prey, is apprenticed to Stonewhisker. She likes his name.

Tawnypaw’s sister Newtpaw is apprenticed to Cricketspeck, who has a fitting amount of experience helping shy cats come into their own.

Sunpaw is apprenticed to Troublemaker, and is excited to keep up her friendship with Tawnypaw.

Leopardpaw will say anything to anyone, which could be trouble for her mentor Stoatplume...

Stempaw has high ambitions, and kind hoped for a more impressive warrior to be his mentor than Plumflake...

Cricketspeck kept everyone safe from snakes. Thank you Cricketspeck.

With the medicine den as crowded as it is, and him always being a little uncertain about his place there, Spottedmint decides to try being a warrior... He goes on a celebritory hunt with Shineclaw, Ridgetalon and Racoonsnout. It’s a success despite the snow an Spottedmint feels quite happy.

Lightpaw leads a “patrol” with Sunpaw and Stempaw. They are caught hunting, or rather, failing to hunt. Over the ShineClan border. The ShineClan cats that see them pretty much just laugh at the pathetic attempt. Things are slightly smoothed over however, when a later CrystalClan patrol catches some ShineClan apprentices on their own territory, and choose to deescalate for once.

Suntree was killed by a snake... oofff. Right after he decided to start living for himself a bit, Spottedmint’s parental figure dies. Many in the clan are deeply saddened, but her fellow medicine cats, Snowmane, Goldcreek, and Spottedmint feel lost without her. Racoonsnout as well, with his gentle nature, had been very close with Suntree. At least Suntree can finally be with Bleakrain, a cat she’d never stopped having feelings for, despite him being a spirit and all.

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Longest Tag: 75 characters

#if anything i loved the surprise of getting them without knowing even more!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@tiny-badbatcher asked me to write about Kaz and Torra's relationship and this is second time of this pairing. It took awhile to figure and I got one.

Memories to Keep It

Kaz & Torra

Based on Xiono Story series (my fanfic)

Torra still felt gulity what happened at her husband's blanket. She knew his blanket was a gift from his uncle from years ago who he was used to love spending time with.

She forgot to feed her pet, Buggles which making him so hungry and looked anywhere that he could eat or bite. He looked at Kaz's sunflower blanket.

Even through Kaz forgive her but she still felt that she didn't deserve it.

At night, Kaz just finished doing his face mask and heading to the bed but quickly mentioned Torra was down as rubbing Buggles' back.

"Hey, is everything alright, Honeylatte ?"

Torra sighed "Not really. "

He hold his hand "You know you can tell anything, right ? That's what our marriage for."

She took breath as staring at him with tears in her eyes "I feel guilty about ripped your special blanket. I know that you forgive me but I feel like...I don't deserve it. I started thinking if you'd...rather left me than this."

Kaz shook his head as wiping her tears "Torra, don't say like that. I know that you didn't mean that on purpose and I know how much you love me since you were acting crazy when we first time met."

Torra chuckled "But you chose me to race against with."

"Let's say that a nikto friend told everyone on this station after I accidentally talked about my dream to be the best pilot. It was driving me crazy." The couple laught.

At the same time, Buggled walked to Kaz and slept on his lap "But at least I survived." He rubbed his back.

"You see, Honeylatte. Even through I don't have stuffs to remember but at least I have good memories in my mind like Uncle John was used to put me on his shoulder and pretended to be my ship and we flew away." He told her.

"Since you told me this, I've been seeing you play that game with Ayumi and she really enjoy it." She replied.

"Yep, and I still would do that again."

"Until she's too heavy to carry." She teased.

"Hey... " "Kaz, no, stop it.." Kaz tickled Torra on her stomach, she laught loudly until the couple lay down on the bed.

After that, Kaz touched her cheek "Torra, no matter what happen between us, I won't leave you. You're a part of me that need to stick together with."

Torra took breath and smiled "You're a part of me too." Then the couple kissed each other while Buggles laid down between them.

"Sweet dream, honeylatte."

"Sweet dream, my love."

And they all fell asleep together.

The end

Hope you like this one.

I tag @foundationsretail , @tiny-badbatcher , @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @genericficerblog , @thebadbatch2022 , and @girlzrok-archive

16 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#4

This is my drawing for my Star Wars Resistance Modern AU fanfic on wattpad, Hope Inside.

I drew this two years ago. Let me tell you about this family.

Jarek Yeager adopted his three kids after he lost his biogical family during the accident.

First, he adopted Neeku when he was a baby, next he adopted Tam on the street who survived from the house fire when she was 13 years old, and lastly, Kaz. He mentioned that something off with him until he figured out that he was abused by his drunk father and took him to his house and overtime, Kaz felt safe and loved by his new family.

What do you think @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @thebadbatch2022 , @girlzrok-archive , @foundationsretail and @tiny-badbatcher ?

17 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

I just finished drawing Omega wearing a junior high school for my Bad Batch High School fanfic.

Here some things about her :

She's more comfortable wearing trousers than skirts but when she has to wear school skirt, she would always wearing leggings.

This school uniform is inspired by one of my uniforms when I was in elementary school 😅

She's more comfortable wearing boots than sneakers as you guys can see on this picture.

What do you think @cassie-fanfics , @zaya-mo , @crosshairs-simp, @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond , @s-pirth-lemonade , @littlefeatherr , and anyone else who wants to see this.

18 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#2

Tell me a reason why you want to write star wars fanfics then tag five blogs who also love writing too.

Mine is expressing my imagination into the story to be remembered.

@photogirl894 , @foundationsretail , @kanerallels , @thebadbatch2022 , and @genericficerblog

28 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ayumi enjoying her drink.

I tag @photogirl894 , @leosardonyx18 , @cassie-fanfics , @genericficerblog , @zaya-mo , @l-lend , @tinysbandanadad , @tiny-badbatcher , @summer-1902 , and anyone else who wants to.

41 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

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