#then sat here with the answer box open for 15 minutes going.... what do i even know about me....

[gayandvibin]

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Oh hmm

I've only ever lived by the coast, there are five dragon stuffed animals in my bed rn, and despise being a self proclaimed musical kid i only listened to les mis for the first time yesterday

[deanssluvr]

midnight memories

pairings: frat!joost klein x fem!reader, friends to lovers

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drugs. SMUT. handjob. cowgirl. unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it). mdni.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: I did it. Literally couldn’t think of anything else but this. yes the title is based on a one direction song. It’s what sparked this idea. hope yall like it. requests for Joost Klein are open.

You entered your new dorm, heavy boxes in your arms. You always hated this process of moving back in. But you were happy about the upgrade. Only one roommate this time, and a bathroom in your dorm meaning no more communal bathroom. You walked to your shared living room and you set the boxes on the floor. A loud crack as they hit the ground. You cursed yourself as you knelt to open the box and assess the damage.

“Fuck.” You picked up the pieces of the now broken desktop mirror. You loved this mirror because it was so convenient and you’ve had it since your freshman year. But now you have to trash it. You decided it was a good idea to pick up the pieces with your bare hands, but quickly regretted it when one of them cut your hand. You let a string of curses leave your mouth as you rushed to the sink. You winced as cold water washed over your wound. You spent 15 minutes tending to your hand and finally wrapped it in gauze.

You walked back out to your car to grab another box. As soon as you picked it up, your wound stung but you ignored it. You just wanted to finish unpacking as quickly as possible. You treaded back up the stairs to your dorm and stopped at your door. You set the boxes on the ground so you could get your keys out of your pockets.

“Heyyyy” You knew that voice and you groaned.

“Hey, Joost.” You turned to see your friend Joost standing in the doorway. He was in a plain white shirt and black sweatpants. You were confused about what he was doing in the girl dormitories, especially during move-in day. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’m just here to help a girl move in.” You knew he was lying.

“Right. You’re just gonna help her. That’s it. Isn’t that how you ended up sleeping with my roommate last year?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“What? First, that was a coincidence. And second I’m genuinely going to help her.” He attempts to explain himself. Because he was looking for a reason to see you, but he would never admit that.

“No. I don’t believe it. You do this all the time. You’re just trying to sleep with her.” You finally find your key in your pocket and open your door.

“I would never. What do you take me for? A whore?” You looked at him, giving him his answer. It’s not a secret that he sleeps with a lot of girls. And you see why. He’s attractive but cocky and you would never give him the satisfaction. He looks at your hand and sees the bandage. His face changes to concern and he gently picks up your hand. You wince a little at the contact and he apologizes, examining the wound. “What happened?”

“I broke my mirror that’s all.” You should’ve pulled away, but you didn’t. His hands were gentle with yours. Almost as if he cared. He looked at you with expression you couldn’t make out.

“Let me help you unpack the rest of your stuff.” He offers as he picks up the boxes that are still sitting next to the doorway.

“Are you trying that trick on me?” You raised your brow at him.

“I mean is it working?” He smirked, but you weren’t falling for it. “I’m kidding. I promise. I just want to help you out.” He gave you a genuine smile. You opened the door to your dorm allowing him to come in and set the boxes down.

—

After some time, the boxes finally made their way to your dorm. The hard part was over. You both sat on your couch, collectively deciding to take a well-needed break. It was silent between the both of you, but comfortable silence.

“We’re throwing a party tomorrow to celebrate coming back. You should come.” You knew exactly what party he was talking about. His frat always throws the biggest parties at the beginning of the year. They’re known for it.

“I don’t think I have a choice. My friends are dragging me there.” You chuckled looking at the unopened boxes that now littered your floor. If you looked at him, you would’ve seen him. looking at you like he thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Which is exactly what he thought. He was so incredibly in love with you and has been since freshman year. But he would never tell you that. He believes that you deserve better. Better than him at least. He was brought out of his trance by his phone vibrating. He took it out of his pocket and looked at it and sighed.

“Hey I’m sorry but I gotta go. The guys need wanna go shopping for tomorrow. But I can stay if you need help.” He hoped you’d ask him to stay. Partially because he doesn’t feel like going and mostly because he wants to stay here with you.

“No, I’ll be fine. All I gotta do is unpack at this point. Plus my roommate should be here in an hour and she can help me if I need it.” you give him a reassuring smile. “Plus if you want to help somebody, I’m sure that girl that you mentioned probably still needs it.” you laugh and he rolls at you.

“You got jokes?” he gives you a smirk and playfully laughs. When you both stop you’re just looking at each other. It was quiet between the both of you.

“Uhm well, I should head out before they leave without me.” He looks away and gets up. You both say your goodbyes before he leaves your dorm.

—

You and your friend had decided to get ready together in your dorm since it was closer to where the party was being held. Your friends all crowded into your bathroom trying to finish their makeup. You had already completed it before they arrived and now struggling to pick an outfit. You just wanted something comfortable but cute because you’ll most likely be on your feet all night. You finally settled on an outfit that you were happy with and picked up your phone.

“Guys, we’re already 45 minutes late.” You yelled across from across the hall. You groaned when you heard no response and walked over to the bathroom. 2 of them were already finished while one was still working on her makeup.

“Sophie, how much longer are you gonna be? Because at this rate we’ll never make it to the party.” everyone laughed except Sophie.

“I’m sorry. This lash isn’t sticking no matter how much glue I put on it.” You watched as she tried placing a lash on her eye again only to take it off in frustration. Walking over, you take the lash out of her hand. You reapplied the lash glue and gently grabbed her face. You carefully placed the lash on her eye.

“How does that look?” You both were looking at her in the mirror.

“It looks so good thanks.” She smiled.

“Okay. Well, let’s get going.” All four of you quickly gathered your things and made your way out of your dorm.

—

The walk to the frat house wasn’t too long which you were grateful for. As you walked up to the place you could hear the music blaring and see multiple different colored lights through the windows. You and your friends arrived at the front door and were greeted by two guys. Obviously, they were members of the frat.

“Heyyy ladies.” One of them greeted you. Both of them looked at you and your friends like you guys were a full-course meal. It creeped you out. They moved out of the way to let you all in. The fraternity house throbbed with pulsating basslines that reverberated through every corner. Dim lights flickered overhead, casting shadows that danced against the walls as bodies moved to the rhythm of the music. It was packed. Two of your friends went to find their boyfriends and promised they’d meet up with you later into the night. Leaving you with Sophie who was already eyeing a guy.

“Wanna go get drinks?” You pull her from her trance, and you both stumble through the crowded living room, waving to familiar faces and exchanging playful banter. You both finally made your way to the drink table. You looked at the mystery punch and immediately passed it up opting for a beer. You were about to pick one out of the cooler before a rowdy group of students clamored over the table looking for refills. You rolled your eyes, grabbed your desired drink, and found your back to Sophie. She softly nudged your arm.

“Hey isn’t that the cute frat guy that you’re always around.” You looked in the same direction as her and your eyes met Joost’s. The room seemed to quiet down for a moment. The both of you just smiled at each other. Sophie grabbed your attention by pulling you by the arm.

“Let’s go dance!” You nodded and gave one quick look over to him again, but he had already turned back to talk to his friends. The part of the room that was considered the dance floor was tightly packed. But Sophie was able to find a spot in the crowd for the both of you. Your favorite song had come and Sophie was screaming the lyrics with you. You both were feeding off the energy of the crowd, dancing along with them. You had to admit that the playlist was fantastic because never was there one full moment on that dance floor. You were too busy having fun to notice Joost’s eyes on you. He had completely zoned out of his friends’ conversation to look at you. He was mesmerized by the way your body moved to the music. His mind drifted to dirtier things as he thought about his hands exploring your curves as you danced against him. He was quickly pulled from his trance by his friends pulling him to go get more shots. But after 15 minutes you were getting quite tired. Then one of the frat guys from earlier asked her to dance. She looked at you with pleading eyes.

“It’s okay. Go have fun. I’m gonna go take a break.” You tried yelling over the music, but she heard you anyway. She mouthed you a thank you and was pulled away to another part of the dance floor, leaving you to yourself. You made your through the crowd. You wanted to find somewhere where you could breathe for a moment, so you made your way to the front. You passed two guys on the threadbare couches who seemed to be engaged in a debate over something. On the patio outside, you leaned against the railing, escaping the heat and chaos inside. you watched as groups of friends played beer pong with fervor, their competitive spirits adding to the party's vibrant energy. The cool night air offered a brief respite from the sensory overload indoors.

“Want some company?” Turning your head, you see Joost walking over to join you. You smiled softly, silently allowing him to stand out on the patio with you. You both didn’t say anything for a few moments. You feel the cool breeze blow past, letting the heat you felt earlier go with it. You hear him dig through his pocket for something.

“You want one.” He offered as he held out a box of cigarettes. You shook your head, and took one out, putting it between his lips. He pulled out a lighter and lit it. You watched as he inhaled and blew the smoke into your face.

“Oh my god. You asshole.” He chuckled as he watched as you fanned the smoke away from your face which resulted in you laughing. A few moments pass again before you speak again. “Can I ask what you’re doing out here? I thought you would’ve been doing something stupid with your friends or trying to get in some girl's pants.” You took another sip of your beer.

“All of my friends are wasted,” he paused briefly, “And the only girl I care about is standing right here.” You looked at him in disbelief, but he was avoiding your eyes.

“You mean…” that statement could mean anything. You watched as he took in a breath and looked at you. It was dark with only the light of from the party seeping through the window behind you. Through the faint multi colored light you could see the hesitation in his face.

“I mean I like you. Like really like you.” You’d never seen him nervous until now. He flirts with so many other girls, but when it comes to you it’s different. He tries to read your face for any sign that you might feel the same.

“Joost I…” Words were lost to you. Nothing you could think of didn’t feel like enough of a response for him.

“No, it’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to feel the same.” He gave you a pathetic smile. A bad attempt at hiding how he was feeling. “I was just tired of you not knowing how I really felt.” He sighed. He was sure that he just ruined everything between the both of you. He dropped the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. Anything to avoid your gaze. But you gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. You watched as his eyes scanned over your face. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. You finally pull him into a kiss. He was caught off guard but enjoyed it nonetheless. He was hesitant to touch you at first, but his hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

Out of nowhere, a group of clearly drunk guys came yelling and laughing out of the party. They noticed you and Joost and cheered him on. You both pulled away a bit embarrassed. Joost more than you. You can see a faint blush rise on his cheeks and you giggle at him.

“I know somewhere more private.” He took you by the hand and you both went back inside. He pushed his way through the crowd of people. The energy still hadn’t died down in the slightest. As you both made your way through the crowd, you spotted Sophie still dancing with the guy from earlier. Then you saw your other friends watching their boyfriends play beer pong and losing. Joost led you up some stairs and into a hallway, which was crowded with random people making out with each other. It was awkward pushing past them, but you did it anyway.

He stopped once he arrived at a room. He opened the door and you both went inside. He locked the door behind you. The room was relatively tidy. You looked around and saw multiple posters littered on his walls. All pictures are different from artists to video games. There was also a flag that you assumed was from where he’s from.

You lifted his shirt over his and tossed it somewhere on the floor. Your hands were quick to explore the exposed skin.

“Is this okay?” You felt his hands reach up your back to your zipper. He was nervous and he hated it. You were the only one who made him feel like this. You nodded. He unzipped it and lifted it over your head. Then toss it on the floor along with the rest of your clothes. His lips found their way to your neck, kissing and sucking where he could. His hands carefully reach up your back to your bra. When he tries to unclasp it, he starts having trouble. You couldn’t help but giggle at the struggle, so you reached back to do it for him. He slides it off your arms and tosses it aside. One of his hands was in your hair, pulling you into another kiss. Your fingers unbuttoned his jeans and wrapped around his desperate cock and started stroking softly. He pulled away and inhaled sharply. You pick up the pace and he leans his head back, a low groan escaping his lips. You leaned forward kissing and sucking at the new exposed skin. He curses under his breath and grabs your hand, stopping your actions.

“I need to fuck you schat (baby).” he breathes, panting hard, his chest heaving. He sounded desperate. He sat up on your knees giving him room to pull his pants and underwear down. You pulled your panties to the and grabbed him, lining him up with your entrance. You slowly sank, letting yourself adjust to his size. One of Joost's hands went to your waist, to help support you. You sank lower, having to bite your lip but unable to stop a low moan from escaping you. Once he was fully inside you stopped. You placed a hand on his chest gently pushing so he was lying on his back. He had many meaningless one-night stands, but you were more than that to him. His eyes scanned over your body and he looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl to him, a goddess even. His hands come to rest on your hips. Without warning you start moving your hips at a quick pace. You feel his fingertips digging into your soft flesh. Strings of curses mixed with broken praises leave his lips. His breathing was fast and heavy, and while he continued rubbing you, he had a moan of his own escape him.

"Fuck," he said, the curse not typical for him. "You're so tight." You were becoming a moaning mess with every thrust. The loud music still blaring downstairs was the only sound blocking your near pornographic noises. You looked down at him while you moved. There was a light film of sweat on his brow and his face was one of utmost pleasure as he watched where you both connected. It was filthy and beautiful he thought to himself. He knew you were both close when your movements became messier. So he sat up, his arm around your back. He was meeting your movements with his thrusts, pulling you against him. His mouth landed between your neck, kissing you there, as he kept using his new leverage to fuck up into you. In this new position, he was able to find your sweet causing this newfound pleasure to surge through you as he relentlessly kept hitting it.

“I’m going to, i’m clo-“ You could barely talk, but Joost knew what you were saying.

“It’s okay. I want to feel you come.” He thrusted up into you a few more times and you held onto his neck for support. That was enough to bring you over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a train and it felt as though fireworks were going off all over your body. He followed suit as he came only a few seconds behind you. His grip on your hips was tight as he brought himself over the edge. Then he stuttered to a stop, breathing heavily, his face against yours. When it was over you nearly collapsed on Joost, your forehead falling on his shoulder. He laid you both back, careful of how sensitive you were at the moment. You both lie there catching your breath. Your hand rubbed soft circles over his chest.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” This question had been gnawing at you since he said it, “about liking me?” He looked down at you in disbelief. But then he realized he was never the most honest with girls of his past and you knew this. But he wanted to make you see that you were different from any other girl he’d met.

“I meant every word. I promise.” You chose to trust and believe him. As much as you wanted to speak further about it, sleep was quick to take over you. Your eyes fluttered closed and he noticed.

“Slaapwel (goodnight).” He placed a kiss on your forehead and that was the last thing you felt before you blissfully fell asleep.

[autumnscribbles]

surprise | c.b

colby brock x reader

summary: colby plans a surprise party for y/n while she thinks he’s working

idea from my bestie @wildestwords 🫶🏻

a/n: not my best work but I was in a writing mood so I just wanted to post a cute little fic :) I hope you like!

“Do you have to go?” you whined, reaching across the bed for Colby.

“Unfortunately,” he groaned, kissing your forehead one last time before standing up.

“But it’s my birthdaaaaay,” you tease, laughing at yourself. You knew Colby had to work tonight, and he had a super important video to film tonight.

Thankfully, as you got older, you didn’t care for your birthday much anyway. You were sort of looking forward to ordering take out, hanging out in your sweats and watching movies all day.

“We’ll celebrate tomorrow, I promise,” he grinned, ruffling your hair lovingly before leaving the room to finish getting ready.

You got out of bed yourself, smoothing out your hair in the mirror. One year older. You felt good, grateful to be where you were today.

You saw Colby out the door, smiling as you watched him drive off. Now, it was time to relax.

*

“Okay guys,” Colby said as he walked into the door of the party location. “She didn’t suspect anything, she thinks we’re doing haunted house stuff.”

“Perrrrfect,” Sam smirked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“So we have everyone coming at 7, I’m gonna call y/n a bit after that and act like something went wrong and we need her help,” Colby explained. “Then we’ll surprise her when she walks in.”

“Decoration time?” Sam asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Decoration time,” Colby confirmed with a nod of his head.

*

You held your chop sticks and your Chinese takeout box, legs crossed on the couch. The throw blanket was wrapped over your shoulders and you ate happily as you watched some romcom you stumbled across on Netflix.

You heard your phone ringing in the other room, and jumped up to go catch it in time. You forgot you left it on the kitchen counter. You frowned slightly when you saw it was Colby. You almost never heard from him when he was working.

“Hey,” you answered, leaning against the counter.

“Hey babe,” you heard Colby breathing heavily. “I don’t want to worry you but I need you to come here.”

“What?” you asked. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“We need help,” he replied. “Can you please come?”

“Of course, Colby,” you said, slightly panicked as you rushed to clean up all your stuff while still on the phone. “Just send me the address, I’m on my way.”

“I love you,” Colby said gently.

“I love you too, baby, I’m coming,” you told him.

He hung up, and you put your take out in the fridge, turned off the tv, and kicked off your slippers. You pulled on a jacket and your shoes and grabbed your car keys as you rushed out the door.

The March air caught your breath as you stepped outside, the bite of the night air unexpected. You rubbed your hands together for warmth once you sat in the car. Only for a second, before pulling out of the driveway.

You followed the GPS, happy when you realized it was only 15 minutes away. This was one time you were especially grateful Sam and Colby picked somewhere nearby. Usually, you were too far away to be of any help.

When you pulled up to the house, you noticed a red light glowing from inside the house. It immediately gave you the creeps, even though you knew it was definitely done on purpose for the video.

You jumped out of the car, not even locking it as you jogged to the door and threw it open. You saw Colby lying on the ground, Sam crouched beside him.

“Colby!” you exclaimed, running over to him and crouching next to Sam. You grabbed his hand in yours. “What happened?”

“I-I fell,” Colby groaned, wincing in pain. “Can you go grab me my sweater?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed, standing up to go grab his sweater.

It was the perfect distraction for Colby to get up off the floor, and signal the others.

“Surprise!!!” you heard from a roomful of voices, making you scream before laughing.

“Oh my god!!!” you screamed, covering your face.

You saw all of your friends, even some from your hometown, all here to celebrate you. You cursed yourself for not dressing better on your special day, but you were too happy to care.

You turned back around, seeing Colby standing there with a massive grin on his beautiful face.

“You did this for me?” you asked, tears forming in your eyes.

“I did,” he nodded. “Did you really think I’d make you celebrate your birthday alone?”

You ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You didn’t know how you got so lucky.

“I assume you were the true brains of the operation?” you asked, as you turned to Sam, pulling him into your arms too.

“I’d like to think so,” he shrugged. “The decorations were all mine.”

You smiled as you saw the big balloons, flowers, and a big poster full of pictures of you and all the people you loved.

You went around hugging all your friends, still not believing that they were here.

You walked up to your childhood best friend, smothering her in the tightest hug imaginable. She hugged you back just as tight.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you said into her shoulder, your smile hurting your cheeks because it was so wide.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she told you, putting her hands on either side of your face. “You really have a keeper on your hands.”

“I do, don’t I?” you asked, looking back to Colby, who to your surprise, was already looking at you.

“You have to marry him,” she teased you, pushing your shoulder playfully. “Otherwise you’re stupid.”

“That’s the plan,” you winked, wrapping your arm around her shoulders.

“What even is this place?” you laughed as you turned back to Colby. “Is it actually haunted?”

“No,” he laughed. “It’s just someone’s house they had for rent.”

“Only you,” you laughed. “It’s nice though.”

Your best friend left to the kitchen then promptly walked out with a cake in her hands, singing to you. Everyone else joined in and you couldn’t help but blush before blowing out the candles.

You couldn’t think of a wish, because everything you wanted was already right there in front of you.

[minniebbang]

What the clouds feel like | L.Minho

pairing: bf!Minho x female!reader summary: You are always curious about the clouds, and Minho has an odd answer to your question. warning: none word counts: 0.7k words a/n: Please let me know what you think! You can listen to Fate by gidle while reading this :3

The evening breeze blew along the riverside, blowing your hair in all directions, your hands propped behind your head as you lay on the chequered picnic mat and let your gaze wander to the sky. The cotton clouds drifted across the wide blue sky, creating a peaceful ambience for a perfect day by the river. Since you were little, you couldn’t shake off the thought that the cloud was imitating candy floss – your mum couldn’t deny it recounting how you used to reach into the air to catch the floating cloud when you were a baby. Was it just you, or did anyone else feel the same?

A sense of tranquillity surged through you after a long exhalation escaped your mouth, and every muscle in your body relaxed under the gentle touch of nature. Why was Minho taking so long anyway? He had said he wanted to go to the bathroom for a moment, but now 15 minutes had passed.

Your right eye squinted as the dazzling sun broke through the clouds, and soon a shadow loomed over you, obscuring your vision from the light. Slowly, your gaze focused on the figure above you. A book rested beside his head as a small, sincere smile blossomed on his lips.

“What’s so interesting about the sky, darling?” Minho tilted his head and blinked his eyes several times as the wind blew across the place. You noticed his shoulder shrug sheepishly after he called you by the nickname you had once suggested. There was a visible blush on his cheeks, which elicited an amused giggle from you.

“Never knew the day you would call me darling would come sooner than I expected” You averted your eyes to his face, a small grin on your face. Minho just stared at you with his usual annoyed look.

“It just calms you down, even after a hard day. One look at the sky and all your problems seem to vanish into thin air. Don’t you think so?”

Minho nodded and put the book aside before returning to his previous position and watching you with a gentle gaze.

“Anyway, have you ever wondered what the clouds feel like in your hand?”

You saw his expression change – his lips pressing jointly as he looked at the sky.

“It would probably feel like nothing because it slips off your fingertip when you touch it. Do you want to experience it right now?” He asked as he leaned forward, his breath brushing your face. The smell of his cologne dominated your senses over the smell of fresh grass around you.

“That’s impossible, baby. We can’t fly–” Your words were interrupted as his plump lips pressed against yours, a pair of lips that tasted too much like strawberry. The kiss set off thousands of butterflies in your stomach, and your heart pounded hard against your chest. But he was right, his subtle way of showing affection always made you feel like you were flying.

“So, did you touch the clouds?” He questioned after pulling away. You immediately sat up, rolling your eyes in annoyance. 

“Yeah, I did. You’re such a smooth talker” 

He shrugged his shoulder, a playful grin widened on his lips. You looked over the abandoned picnic basket between you and opened it. Inside were several small containers filled with handmade sandwiches, big ripe strawberries and blueberries and some snacks. Beside them was a box of flavoured drinks.

You grabbed the sandwich container and took two sandwiches, handing one to him. A soft 'thank you' sounded from him, and a warm silence fell over you as Minho and you silently finished the food. You wiped your hands with a napkin and laid your head on his lap when he continued reading his book.  

His tender smile was still evident on his features as he brushed some stray hairs from your face.

“Today was fun. Thank you for being here with me until now, Minho” 

“You always say things like that. Are you planning to leave me?!” He gasped out dramatically and you slapped his chest, giggling at his playful demeanour. 

“No! I’ll never leave you! I just think it’s important to remind you how grateful I am that you’re with me”

A wave of soap bubbles wafted in your direction and with a light touch of your fingertips, it had burst. His heart swelled with adoration when he saw your wide smile. Minho leaned in again and captured your lips into his, this time you reciprocated his love.

He guessed you wouldn’t experience holding real clouds or know how it felt sooner or later but it doesn’t matter. Even if he didn’t, his love for you will never change.

[spacebaby1]

hii i love your writing and i’m so glad you write for rindou too. if you don’t mind can I request a rindou x mexican reader where he somehow finds pictures of y/n quince and is just so memorized since he doesn’t know much of your culture <3, pls and thank you!

Ahhhh, yes, omg! Enjoy!!💖

Tripping over your things and boxes in your room, you answered your ringing phone. "Hey, cutie. What are you doing?" Your boyfriend Rindou spoke, and you could feel his smile from his words. "Nothing much, just putting old things away, deep cleaning, what about you?" Walking towards your earlier position, you sat down to put old picture albums away.

"Aww, I thought we should hang out today, but you're busy. Humm, can I come over?" You chuckled, "absolutely you can. You know the door code just walk in. I'll probably be buried in my things here." You heard him chuckle, "I'll be there in a few minutes. Love ya."

A few minutes later, you heard the front door open and shut, "Babe?" Rindou called. "In here!" He followed your voice to your room, "hey, you. Bought you an ice coffee." He handed you the drink, "aww, thank you, baby. Sorry, the room is messy. I've been at it since this morning, but there is still too much to put away."

Rindou smiled, ruffling your hair, "Don't apologise, can I help?" He sat next to you. "Thanks babe, can you please put those albums in this box? They're old pictures that I need to put in storage." He grabbed the box, "sure thing sweetheart." With that, you went back to putting all the old clothes away while he was putting the albums away. Eventually, he'd take a sneak inside some of your albums, not that you minded. "Oh wow! Babe, this you?" He showed you the picture from your quinceanera, you nodded with a smile as you watched his jaw drop, "Wow, you look like a princess here. Is this like a princess party? Because you look like one." You chuckled, "this is from my quinceanera, I was 15 here." He tilted his head looking at the picture, then you, "a quinceanera? What's that?" He asked genuinely, curious and had that adorable face on when he's curious about something. "Let's see, uh, it's like a party girls have when they turn 15 a traditionally coming-of-age one to like celebrate a girl's coming into her womanhood and becoming a young lady, well, it's a Mexican, Latino party for young girls." You watched his eyes go wide with a nod, "Ohh, like a coming of age party, not a birthday party but like one?" You laughed at him trying to process the new information and nodded, "Yes, something like that." He smiled, looking at the picture, "you look like a princess here. The baby blue dress is so stunning on you. Wish I knew you then!" He pouted, making you laugh, "please, I wasn't always a princess. I'd probably be mean to you." He gasped, "hey! That's mean, you love me!" You nodded, "I do now! But being a teenage girl isn't for everyone." You flicked your hair, making him laugh as he moved the box away and pulled you to his chest, "how about we have one more quinceanera now? My chance to see you in a princess dress, I'll probably lose my mind but I'll manage." You giggled, "in this age of nearly thirty? Please!" He frowned his brows, "Sweetie, you don't even look thirty. Max is twenty-two. So what do you say." You rolled your eyes and smiled, "Yeah? Make it a wedding dress." You said watching his eyes twinkle, "Let's go, we getting married now!" He jumped in your arms, making you laugh, "calm down, hero! Soon, not now but soon." He kissed your forehead, "VERY soon." making you laugh

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

10: Ozzie’s/Queen Bee:Methamphetamine

cw: narcan, mild sa

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 "Woo! That was a fuck ton of lumberjacks!" Blitz yelled.

You panted, holding yourself up with the metal pole, "Fuck this stupid coke lungs." You whispered.

"I'm so jazzed up!" Millie screamed.

"Well you better stay jazzed, babe. Because, guess where I'm taking you tonight?" Moxxie pointed finger guns.

"Don't you dare finish a filthy pun in my presence Moxxie. Besides, drinks are on me tonight. Let's hit up the new dive down the street." Blitz put his arm around you.

"Actually, sir, it's our one-year marriage anniversary. So, I'm taking Millie to Ozzie's in the Lust Ring!"

You grinned ear to ear, you absolutely love M&M's relationship. Every once in a while you'll get jealous over their relationship, wishing that you will have your Moxxie, or even your Millie.

The couple started to make out in front of everyone, you looked amused but Blitz was annoyed.

"Ugh, can you two not?"

"I'm sorry, sir. Maybe another time?"

"No, it's fine! I-I can come with the two of you, help you celebrate your boring as fuck monogamy."

"Can I come?" You butted in, Blitz had to take a second glance, "Uh, No"

"Why?" You leaned onto the pole.

"Because I like stalking M&M, I don't actually want to go on a date."

You slouched, dragging your pole and sat down on the chairs at the table.

~~~

You and Blitz stayed quiet during the drive home. Once arriving he quickly cleaned up, throwing the bathroom hygiene out so he can get what he needs.

You on the other hand sat on the couch, rubbing your temples.

"You okay?" Blitz startled you.

"Yeah. Are you actually going to Ozzie's?"

"Yeah? I gotta see what M&M are up to." Blitz rushed to the door but turned around and went over to the couch. "Oh shit I actually forgot something." He pulled out a box from his jacket pocket and handed it to you.

You raised your eyebrow and opened the box, it was a new phone. "What's this?"

"What are you fucking blind? A phone! You deserve it."

Your smile gotten bigger, "Really! Oh thank you!" You pulled Blitz into a hug.

"Please don't make me regret this." He groaned, pulling away from the hug. "Everyone's contact is in that list. Anyway I gotta go byeee!" He ran out the apartment.

"At least I won't be bored." You mumbled, but perked up.

You went on the dark web and clicked on some links that will send you drug dealers from miles away. Your heart felt heavy, Blitz gave you a phone because you haven't done drugs in a while, but now you're breaking his trust by doing the first thing he begged you not to do.

You debated on it for a while, but decided to say fuck it and find some people.

~~

"Fuck yes!" You shouted, grabbing the baggy of coke. "That was actually easier than I thought." You shrugged and made two lines with the new coke, snorted, and stumbled back. The euphoria automatically hitting.

Your phone rang quickly answered it, "Hi Blitz!"

"Hi yeah, can you come over to Ozzie's? I need a partner."

Oh shit. "Sorry, I was going to run some errands."

"Since when did you do that?"

"Now."

"Boo you whore." Blitz hang up.

15 minutes later your high worn down. You were tempted to do some more lines. You hesitated, and then made 3 more lines, snort, and exhaled in relief. You got a crazy idea, you wanted to see Blitz.

You took a quick shower and put on some better clothes, a plain long sleeve shirt with a skirt. It's not much but it's better than your regular clothes.

~~

You snuck your way into the building, found Blitz and started walking to his table.

"Stolas?" You mumbled.

Fizz quickly caught your eye. Him and Ozzie was singing to what it look liked to be was Moxxie. You didn't care, you just wanted to sit with Blitz.

"Hey guys what did I miss?"

"Y/n! What are you doing here? And how did you get in here without a partner?" Blitz whispered.

"Metal rod."

"Eh fair enough."

"Darling! Y/n! Haven't seen you since the last full moon."

"Yeah, been busy Stolas."

You looked up to see Fizz. You haven't seen him since you left the circus. You know he's disabled and have robotic limbs, but this is the first time you saw him in person.

"Holy shit Y/n?" Fizz yelled, the light shining onto you. "There's one thing me and Blitzo have in common. We hate for what you did to us. Coked up and left us." He laughed as you gulped. Fizz extended and got to your face, "Pupils big, somebody is on coke again." He teased.

You looked at Blitz with guilt.

"I gave you a phone and not even 3 hours later you got high?" Blitz stood up.

"Is that Blitzo? So, you're showing your face!" Fizz laughed. "Hey, everybody! This guy's a total disgrace!"

You didn't take your eyes off of Blitz. Stolas put his hand over yours, "Since when did you do drugs?"

"Since I was four fucking teen!" You yelled, bringing everyone's attention to the three.

"Stolas, is that you?" Asmodeus got a closer look.

"Are you sleepin' with two imps?" A bystander interjected.

The constant taunting was starting to end. Blitz looked away from Stolas and you. Angry that Stolas looks ashamed to be with the two, disappointed with you for breaking his trust.

Stolas reaches his hand to comfort Blitz, but he pulled away.

"You know what? This was a mistake. Alright, let's just -- let's just leave."

"Oh. Right, of course."

Your breathing slowed. The two males got up and started to leave. You still sat at the table, sulking in what you've done. You began to think that you never learn, cursing at your parents for making you addicted, and cursing at yourself for not breaking it.

Stolas realized this and walked over to the table, putting his hand on your shoulder, "Come on," he said in a soothing voice.

You got up and walked with Stolas, Blitz was already gone.

The two got in his van, Stolas in the passenger seat while you sat in the middle of the back seats. None of you said a word to each other.

The van stopped at Stolas' mansion, the owl got out and peaked his head through the window. "Thank you, for... inviting me out tonight. Despite everything that's happened, I...I enjoyed spending time with you."

"Yeah." Blitz got irritated, he clenched his grip on the steering wheel.

"You know, I have some more wine in the house. Octavia's with her mother this weekend. So, we could--"

"We're not fucking you tonight, okay? I'm really just.. I'm really not in the mood, Stolas."

"Because of what happened or because of Y/n's currentship." He pointed to you.

"Both." He spat.

"We could talk, or... watch a movie, or... maybe cuddle?"

"Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but you wanting us to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear all the time." His voice broke. "But, I just, we can't do it tonight, okay?"

"Okay." He sighs, "Goodnight, Blitz. Goodnight Y/n."

"Night." Blitz drove off, not giving enough time for you to say goodnight.

The high wore off, inducing you to have extreme fatigue. You stretch in the backseat and laid down.

Blitz looked at you through the rear view mirror. You were sound asleep, the only noises in the van was your soft snores.

"You're killing me, Y/n." His voice cracked, shook his head and kept his eyes on the road.

Occasionally staring at you sleeping soundly.

Blitz picked you up and carried you to the apartment room. He was struggling to unlock the door since he was trying not to drop you.

He shut the door with his foot and gently laid you down on the pull out couch and covered you up. He took off his shoes and laid down beside of you.

Blitz pulled you close to him and looked through his phone gallery. He swiped through the pictures, pictures that he took of Stolas, you, M&M, him and Fizz, and then his mom. Tears filled his eyes, pulling you closer and cried quietly into the crook of your neck.

~~~

Blitz ended up falling asleep, and his phone dinging woke him up. Loona had texted him to pick her up from the party.

He shook you to wake up but didn't budge. "Y/n." He began to panic. He raised his hand and slapped you.

"What the fuck, Blitz!" You held your cheek.

"Sorry, thought you were dead. Come on, Loona needs us."

~~

The van came to a sudden stop in front of the entrance. Loona was waiting outside impatiently.

Blitz rolled down the passenger window. "Hey, Loonie. How you doin', you alright?"

Loona got inside the van, sitting behind the passenger seat. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just wanna go." She sighed.

An Imp pointed out Blitz, "He-hey, that sounds like Blitzo!"

"O is silent, asshole!"

"He-hey, I knew it was you! Fuck, man, where've you been? Are you here for the party?"

"N-no, I'm just here picking up my daughter."

"Oh, shit! Do you have a daughter now? Wait how does two imps have a hellhound?" Blitz's old friend pointed at you.

"Adopted!" Lonna growled.

The others was trying to convince him and Loona to not leave. You rested your head in your hand.

"I want to meet this pretty little lady." The same imp said, giving you lustfull eyes.

"Watch it!" Blitz yelled.

"Well, these people seem to know you. Come on! I think I wanna give this another try. Pleeease?" Loona begged.

"Okay, fine. Maybe one drink."

The three got out of the van and made their way into Beezlebubs mansion. Blitz gripped your arm and pulled you aside, "If you think about doing any type of drug I will hurt you."

"How about drinking?"

"No, Y/n. Drinking after coke? That sounds like a bad idea."

"It left my system-"

"Don't care." Blitz let go of you.

Minutes later Blitz was drinking from a keg while everyone was cheering his name. You rolled your eyes and stomped off. Trying to get far away as Blitz from possible so you can either A: find stimulants, or B: get wasted.

"Oh shit, Y/n!" Beezlebub said.

"Oh, hey."

"You haven't been to my party's in a while, how have you been?"

"Good. Hey do you have stimulants per chance?"

"Fuck yes! Come on." She took your hand and led you upstairs to get the stash. "Meth, Coke, Molly, Molly laced Meth, Adderal, Adderal laced Meth-"

"Molly."

"Molly? You haven't done that one." She winked.

"Ha, yeah well, trying to expand my indulgences."

Beezlebub handed you the pill, dry swallowing, then smiled. "Thank you. Also don't tell Blitz, okay?"

"Sure thing, have fun!"

"I will!" You ran off, trying to enjoy this drug.

Beezlebub looked at her stash, "Oh shit, gave her Molly-Laced Meth, eh it's whatever."

But you didn't know that. You ran downstairs and saw some kegs. Some Imps surrounded you, "Want us to lift it up so you can drink?"

"Fuck yes!" You cheered, lying down on the ground the Imps tipped the keg, and the honey flavor drink washed down your throat.

On the other end, Beezlebub and Blitz are having a drink off.

You never felt like this before. You wiped your mouth with the long sleeve shirt as you felt your heart race, beating way faster than normal. "This feels like Meth." You slurred, having no thoughts in your head.

The drinking mixing with the molly laced meth was doing a number on your body, making your vision become blurry.

You searched for Blitz but couldn't see him. "Blitz!" You shouted as well as stumbling and fall right in the middle of the dance floor because your body became too weak. Beezlebub quickly flew over to you, kneeling down. "Hey hun, you doing alright?"

"I don't feel good." You mumbled, your heart slowly decreasing in speed.

"What else did you take?"

"Drinky."

"Oh shit." She panicked. "You came with Blitz and Loona right?"

"I came on Blitz." You quietly said.

"Okayyyy straight forward, love that about you." Beezlebub helped you up. "Blitz is over there, somewhere."

You wobbled over to where Blitz may be. You caught him making out with some dudes, almost having an orgy.

"Blitz!" You slurred.

"Y/n! Oh thank Satan. I missed you." Blitz was too drunk to realize you did something that he told you not to do. In addition, not knowing you took Meth/Molly. "Fuck, you look so hot right now."

Blitz forced himself onto a very drunk/high you, who doesn't even know what's going on. All you know is that you're enjoying this while your body is shutting down by the minutes. The other guys saw that Blitz was making out with you and  joined on in. The guys slipped their hands up your skirt as you whimpered, thinking it was Blitz. "Fuck, Blitz. Not here."

Confused, Blitz looked and saw it was another guy.

"Oh you FUCKER" He slurred, punching the taller imp.

You felt disgusted. With everything happening your body couldn't take it anymore. You slid your back on the wall and your eyes slowly shutting. You weren't dying, and you didn't fall asleep, but you felt so heavy, yet your heart was racing because of the stimulants.

Blitz not reading the room got down to your level, his lips attacking yours. You grunted, and wrapped your legs around Blitz.

"Oh, piss on a dick!" Loona picked Blitz up, not seeing you underneath who looked like you were about to go in comatose. "What the fuck are you doing, Blitz?"

"Y/n!" He pointed to you, your skirt raised a bit and your legs spread, as well as your eyes closed with your mouth opened a bit.

"Blitz it looks like you fucked Y/n while she’s asleep!"

"No I didn't," He wobbled, "She’s awake."

"Yeah? Well did you know she took Molly laced with  Meth AND drank a whole keg? She’s clearly not doing good physically."

Blitz came with a realization. He turned his head and looked at you. "Oh shit." For the first time he wasn't mad at you for doing drugs, he was worried for your safety.

"Come on." Loona picked you up and swung you over her shoulder while dragging Blitz.

The hellhound laid you in the back seat, Blitz got in and sat beside of you, slapping your face to wake up. "Come on, Y/n."

"Does she need to go to the hospital?"

"No, I don't want her to leave again."

The two argued but Loona eventually gave up.

"Do you need to throw up?"

"Mmm... no."

Loona scoffed, "Yeah, you do"

Blitz carried you inside and laid you down, keeping your head up.

"Loonie can you go to the bathroom and get Narcan?"

"Since when did you buy that?"

"If Y/n ever OD's. Bought it the moment she moved in with me."

Loona gave him a sorrowful look before grabbing it. She threw it to Blitz, he pulled the cap off with his teeth before lifting your shirt up so he can inject it into your chest. He hesitated for a bit but even he doesn't know why. Seeing you in this state breaks him, and it breaks him even more that he has to give you narcan.

He pierced it "into" your heart, gasping and getting as much air in you. You glanced at Blitz and then Loona.

"Welcome back." Loona chuckled. You were still trying to catch your breath. Blitz was in deep thought while staring at you who was hyperventilating.

"Fuck, Fizz was right. I'm gonna die alone, aren't I? Just a wrinkly, old, withered waste. Will you be there, Loonie?"

"I think you got bigger problems, Blitz." She motioned her head towards you.

"I'm gonna die alone...lonely." He mumbled.

"You have Y/n, dad."

"If she dies because of her addiction...I'm gonna die alone."

"She’s not going to die."

The two looked at you who was too out of it to join in the conversation. Blitz could see tears pooling in your eyes because of the light that the TV emitted.

"Now go the fuck to sleep, both of you." Loona entered her room and slammed the door.

Your breathing was back to normal, as well as your heart.

"Blitz I'm so-"

"It's okay," He slurred. "I'm not mad."

"You sure?"

"I'm mad, but I don't hate you. I'm just afraid."

"I know,"

"We can talk about this tomorrow, I'm too drunk."

He laid his head down on your legs. Mumbling some words that you couldn't make out.

Blitz started to gagged, you looked down at him, "You okay?"

Blitz vomited in a split second. "Fuck..yeah I did need to throw up."

You’re afraid this was gonna happen again. Over and over again.

[noroi1000]

Homemade Maid Cafe 2

@loveusatoru I saw your comment about the second part. That's why here it is 🥰

Warnings: little submissive Gojo, sex toys, Gojo in maid outfit

"Now you're wearing a maid outfit too!" you said to him as you stood next to the couch with the plastic bag. Before he could take you completely to the room to start fucking you again, he got a call that he had to answer.

And you had an idea. If he had to wear a maid outfit too?

While he was focused on the phone and slowly swinging his hard cock, playing with the length bouncing, you managed to escape from the bed, take his credit card out of his jacket and put on his coat to hide your semi-naked body.

You, before he could catch you, squealed and ran out the door of the house.

To return home after 15 minutes with a plastic bag. Then he was sitting there with his pants on properly but you were sure there was still a hard cock under that cloth ready to attack you. Especially since your panties were lying on the couch next to him, which he probably took from your drawer.

"Honey, I can't fit into that outfit you're wearing right now." He smiled, slightly sliding his glasses down his nose.

"You don't have to." You muttered with a proud smile and tossed the plastic bag into his lap. "I bought you this one."

"You said that I'm perverted and my kinks are weird... And you also went to the city dressed like that~." He pulled the fabric from the plastic bag, and looked at the short, wide dress.

"You made me wear this. So it's your fault you made me run from you. And also, you will know what I went through in this dress that has so many stripes and is of bad fabric." You pointed to the dress in his hands. "And also, look in the bag."

He looked inside, seeing another cardboard box.

He took it out and opened it.

"Baby, do you want me to fuck you with a dildo while I'm fucking you too?" He smiled and pulled a silicone toy out of the box.

"No." You replied directly. You grabbed the cardboard box and the toy from his hands. "I'm going to fuck you with this. Now I'm going to go wash this up well while you change your clothes. The dress and underwear are already washed."

"Shall we both wear maid outfits? You know, I haven't gotten my sweet pussy order yet~."

"What if you get it if you're a good boy?"

Taking everything, you left, sanitizing the toy in hot soapy water.

You then walked into the living room and sat on the couch. But when he didn't appear for a long time, you went to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe, taking a piece of round metal from the box.

You followed him into the bathroom and he saw him staring at him in the mirror.

"You know, it doesn't even look that bad." He said.

"How are your panties?” You asked with a smile.

"Thus is digging in my ass a little too much..."

"I bought a size smaller especially for you~. Get out~." You walked over to him, hiding something behind your back.

"What are you planning to do?" He asked as you stood behind him.

Suddenly, you pushed him forward, making him rest his hands on the sink.

"Hey..."

Suddenly he felt you lift up his dress and pull the back strap away from his thong.

And suddenly you pressed cold, lubricated metal against his back entrance, slowly driving the wide part of the metal plug into him.

When the metal tear rested inside him, finding a warm and pleasant place next to his prostate.

He let out a low grunt of discomfort, mixed with a moan of light pleasure.

There's no denying that your boyfriend likes new sensations and experiments.

"Ugh... What about it?" He moaned, straightening up a little.

Your ass was still shiny and exposed. The sexy sight of you made his cock clamped between his belly and the fabric of his panties.

"You have to admit it feels nice to have a butt plug pressing into you." You hummed as you cuddled up to him from behind.

He couldn't deny or confirm.

It sure felt weird because he was a man. But he could also say that the feeling was even pleasant.

"Maybe I'll give up fucking you with a dildo... just to see you come faster through the plug inside you."

"That's not kind at all." He laughed and adjusted the ornament on his head. "Today we have fresh, big and delicious dicks on the menu. Please be careful when eating as you can choke on it."

He chuckled and you blushed slightly at how confident he was saying that. He played the perverted waiter really well. This smile gave the impression that he was a waitress who really offered something from the menu.

"Finish your order?" You asked suddenly. You wanted him to eat you now.

When you got on the bed, he took off the panties that irritated him so much. He let his cock stick out, lifting his dress from the bottom.

You spread your legs slightly, allowing him to slide onto the bed and settle down, but he pulled your legs further away, quickly placing his hot lips on your throbbing pussy.

Moving his lips up and down, he worked his way through your folds, teasing every sensitive bundle of nerves.

Alternately sucking and biting. His order was so pleasant to you. And he enjoyed it even more. The tip of his leaking penis was helped by a piece of black cloth, but he didn't seem to mind.

You wrapped your fingers in his hair, lightly tugging at the white curls. You pulled a little harder as he sucked harder.

Moaning, you moved your legs and hips against his lips, creating even more friction. Even though you wanted less friction because you were a little hypersensitive from what happened about half an hour ago.

As you pulled his hair too hard, he grabbed your hands and held them to either side of your body, preventing you from moving your arms. And your legs above his shoulders could only move slightly, senselessly, even though that would never make you run away from it somehow.

And since his dinner was delicious in his opinion, he ate you as much as he could.

That's why he also added fingers.

Transferring your left wrist to his left hand to hold both hands at once, he suddenly, without warning, thrust three fingers inside you, moving back and forth, curling in the middle to tease your G-spot.

Until finally your excruciating orgasm took you by surprise, and your pussy held and spasmed on his fingers.

"I like the feeling of your sweet pussy trying to milk my fingers." He laughed and pulled his long, wide fingers out of your insides.

Panting, you closed your legs, resting quickly on the pillows.

As you looked at his face, he was wiping your juices off his chin. But you also saw how his ears are red. Same with the spots on his cheeks.

Poor thing... Apparently the toy inside him is making him unbearably hard and horny.

And that's what you meant.

To listen to him moan and over-sensitive.

You'd have the perfect satisfaction of watching him moan and blush as he jerks his hips to come.

Suddenly, you stood up and pulled him forward, causing him to fall onto the bed.

And as soon as he lay on his back, you reached between his legs, massaging his painfully hard cock.

"Don't squeeze like that..." he moaned, hissing slightly.

"Why?" you asked with a smile. "You are sensitive?"

"I... Aaah..." he moaned lengthwise as you pulled the teardrop shaped metal out of him, and then inserted it back into him, feeling his length quiver in your hand.

"You like it, huh... Will you come soon?"

The toy kept rubbing against that one spot inside him, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. And most of it was headed for his cock, which turned a deep red color due to your lack of attention as a lot of precum oozed from the tip.

Without warning, you placed your lips on the underside, kissing his hot skin.

He let out grunts of pleasure every time your lips brushed over him.

Until he finally moaned loudly as you put the tip in your mouth, moving it deeper and deeper into your mouth.

His hips jerked sometimes showing how desperate he was to come. The toy does not leave him alone.

But as always, he tried to act funny in a moment like this, and also in control of the situation.

"I forgot to add about the cream in your dish... It may appear –aah!” He screamed as you pressed your thumb on the tip of the toy that was sticking out of his body.

Such an easy way to silence him.

You started sucking him. And you felt his precum appear in your mouth, mixing with your saliva.

And not even a minute passed before he came, starting to fill your mouth.

You hold his gushing tip in your mouth for a moment, but then he took away the pleasant warmth in which he could cum and twitch. You opened your mouth, spitting his seed down his length as he grew softer and covered his belly in white.

"You're cut out to be a waitress in a maid outfit." You giggled as you lay down next to him, hugging his arm.

You didn't know that the look on his face could only mean that he was planning revenge for you in the shower. Now you'll be the one begging him to make you come.

And his hand has already moved to touch you lower.

[anabdaniels]

Family reunion

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (works for plus size reader)

Word counting: 1.7k

Rating: +18

Warning: Clothed sex, squirting, fingering.

A/N: This is the part 2 of Choosing gifts.

Main Masterlist | Cowboycember Masterlist

“Honey, calm down.” Jack said probably for the fifth time.

“I’m trying, but it’s not that simple.” You sighed while Jack parked in front of his family’s ranch.

“Darlin’ ain’t the first time you spend a day with my family.” He said while turning off the car.

“But it’s the first time I'm doing it on Christmas and after finding out that a few of your relatives don’t like me.” You raised your eyebrows, making Jack chuckle and cup your cheek with his hand.

“Just to remind you that just less than half of my relatives will be there because not even my parents like their siblings and my mother already told you that if was a choice, I’d be the one kicked out of family parties instead of you.” You couldn’t hold a quiet laugh since your mother-in-law in fact had told you that.

“Alright, you’ve made a good point here.” You finally agreed shaking your head.

As you two got out of the car, Theo, the family dog was the first one greeting you, followed by the figure of your sister-in-law, already looking excited and not thinking twice before wrapping her arms around her brother.

“Hi, little one.” Jack said while also holding Julia tight as it always happened between them.

“I was missing your old ass.” Julia said pretty sincerely, making him chuckle.

“We saw each other yesterday, Julie.”

“I don’t care. Your Mary Poppins service in my childhood is showing its consequences now.” She winked with a smile, looking very much like Jack, then letting him go and turning to you “Hi, sister.” She said already hugging you tight, making you smile widely, besides being only 15, Julia seemed to like a lot to spend time with you.

“Hi, darling.” You hugged her back, feeling Theo sniffing both of you animatedly.

Exactly as Jack had told you a hundred times, everything worked amazingly; all his uncles and aunties were amazing with you, just like his parents and cousins, you felt more at home than ever and Jack’s mother spent the whole day talking about how much she loved the necklace you gave her.

After an enjoyable cozy day, you and Jack were back home, accompanied by the tone of gifts his family had given to both of you, letting everything on the living room floor and getting comfortable on the sofa.

“I wonder if your mother had taken off the necklace.” You said with a soft chuckle taking off your shoes.

“Knowing her, I’d say that our dear Olivia will stay with it for a week.” Jack affirmed while letting his hat resting on the coffee table “But now we need to talk about your Christmas gift.” He said with an excited expression.

“Yes, we need, because I’m dying in curiosity.” You said holding your hands together.

“Gimme a second.” He walked through the hallway and entered his office. No more than two minutes later Jack was back with a box of considerable size and sat next to you. “I hope I got the best option.” He said while giving you the gift.

“Knowing your skills to choose gifts, I already know you’ve made an amazing choice.” You answered with an excited smile while carefully opening the wrapping paper, getting more curious when it revealed a white paper box with no identification and not thinking much before removing its lid, smiling widely as you saw the content of it. “There’s no way.” You said while grabbing what was inside the box, a deluxe edition set with all seasons of your favorite show ever. “Jack Daniels, you’re the best husband in this world.” You left your gift on the coffee table and leaned forward, sinking between his arms and holding him tight.

“I’m glad you liked it, honeybee.” Jack pressed a kiss on the top of your head with both arms around you.

“I loved it.” You affirmed sincerely and leaned your head back to look at him “And I should warn you to not have high expectations about your gift.”

“Just the fact that you spent time on it is more than enough to already make me happy with it.” Jack said with a warm smile, kissing your forehead.

“Very well then.” You smiled and got up, grabbing him by the hand and walking upstairs. Once in the bedroom, you made him sit on the edge of the bed. “You wait right here, ‘cause we don’t want any spoilers.” He nodded promptly despite dying out of curiosity and with what you had in mind. You walked inside the closet, feeling butterflies in your stomach with the realization of what you were about to do. Trying not to overthink it, you got dressed, took a look to make sure your hair was in place, and then took a deep breath to create the necessary courage. “Close your eyes.” You said before taking another deep breath.

“Alright.” Jack answered closing his eyes, dying in curiosity about what your plans were and completely clueless about what could it be. You walked inside the bedroom, trying to keep your composure and control your mean thoughts that insisted on telling you that you were being ridiculous doing that. Jack tilted his head slightly when he felt the familiar weight of your body on his lap and couldn’t resist his curiosity anymore, opening his eyes and smiling widely as he saw you in that black lace nightgown, looking like the best thing he had ever seen in front of his eyes.

“I tried to think about an actual good gift, but I couldn’t think of anything, so…” you got interrupted by Jack’s thumb resting on your lips.

“My love I can assure you that nothing in this world could be a better gift than my dear wife looking so beautiful.” Jack answered sincerely resting both hands on your waist, caressing the sides of your body. “Just for the record, I don’t mind getting the same gift next year.” He stated while shamelessly checking out your cleavage.

“You’re way too kind with the pathetic things I do.” You said quietly, looking down.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jack grabbed your face between his hands “Don’t talk like that about such an amazing surprise and your amazing look. You’re a stunning woman and for sure the best gift I could ever receive.” Before you could form a retort, he leaned forward and kissed you, passing one arm around your body and pulling you closer, letting you feel the restrained erection inside his jeans, giving you the assurance that he meant every word he said.

Before you could realize it, Jack’s hands were all over you, groping hands full of your curves as he kissed all over your jaw, neck, and chest, inhaling deeply to enjoy the scent of your skin mixed with your perfume. Laying one hand on your hip, Jack smirked against your skin as he noticed you had nothing under the nightgown, making Jack even more turned on. With no ceremony, Jack undid his belt and zipper, freeing his throbbing cock and looking at you with a desirous gaze.

“I promise you I’ll give you all the attention you deserve later, honeybee, but I need you now.” Jack said in a hoarse voice, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, taking a moan from both of you as he rubbed his cock against your wet cunt, slowly sliding inside you.

Your hips involuntarily moved forward to meet his thrust, making you clench around him and grab the collar of his shirt tight. Heavily carried away, Jack grabbed your hips, making you move at a steady pace on his lap, giving you not much options beyond whimpering and contorting on his lap, leaning your head back with your eyes closed hard.

“Fuckin’ Christ, I’m starting to love Christmas.” Jack said in a heavy breath, admiring the vision of your body bouncing so beautifully on his lap. Eager for everything he could get, Jack slid the shoulder slings of your nightgown down your arms, gently pulling the fabric of your cleavage carefully, releasing your breasts and grabbing both of them, thumbing your nipples and kissing every inch of skin around and between your breasts.

To be honest, you didn’t expect that to have such an effect on Jack, and it was ruining any self-control you could have, making you ride him intensively, sinking your hips on his lap, taking every inch of him inside you unbelievably effortlessly, as you kept your head leaned back and your fingers twisted on the collar of his shirt.

Immeasurably catch by the whole moment, Jack was aware that at every move of your hips accompanied by those sweet moans, his rationality was being thrown out of the window and he knew that holding back wouldn’t be possible for much longer, so Jack took the most reasonable decision, moving one hand to between your legs and rubbing your clit at the same time he leaned forward and kissed you, everything at once almost overwhelming you and pushing you over the edge, resulting on you whimpering against his lips and clenching unbearably much around his cock as you felt your body making his jeans wet as you sank into your orgasm. Completely mesmerized by everything going on, Jack let himself go, moving both of his hands to your back to keep your body pressed against him. He bit your lower lip softly while erratically thrusting deeply on you, strongly sinking his hands on the soft flesh of your back as he came, filling you up while letting out a hoarse groan.

Keeping you in his arms, Jack let his body collapse back on the bed, letting you rest comfortably on his chest as both of you got your breaths back. After a few moments, he caressed your hair and kissed your forehead while nestling you better in his embrace.

“Sugar, can I ask you something?” too lazy to do anything else, you simply nodded and waited for him to proceed “Don’t wanna sound like a leech, but I’d love to have the same gift for my birthday.” You couldn’t hold back a genuine laugh at his brutal honesty, shaking your head slightly and getting more cozy against him, aware that he was serious about it.

[littlehypnone]

if youre up to it could you maybe write little rain struggling to use her crutches? maybes shes mentally struggling because shes afraid shes going to get judge for using them but she gets comforted by the others explaining to her that its okay and actually really good for her to use them

hi, absolutely! in general i think that both big and small rain can use crutches well and has no physical or mental issues with this but there must've been a start, right? so here it is, i hope you like it!

670 words, she/her little rain, anxiety and bad feelings about mobility aids, a few tears, comfort from cg swiss, everything ends well &lt;3

The package got here not even 15 minutes ago but Rain has already slipped. She did while opening the big box, anxiety sending her down. It took months to even bring the ghoul to make the purchase and now that it got here… it was not going too well.

The crutches weren’t ugly, or anything. Quite the opposite, actually, Swiss and Zephyr, the latter being an expert in the field, helped Rain find some that didn’t look so… medical. He ordered two pairs, black and purple, and now they laid there on Rain’s desk as she stared at them with tears in her big eyes.

She was so scared. What if she became even clumsier with them? What if she’d need even more help from others? She’d certainly end up being a huge burden. What if they’d judge her? Maybe she was pretending? Yeah, she definitely didn’t need them, it wasn’t that bad, really, it–

“Rainbow?” Rain flinched hearing Swiss’ voice as he entered her room. She forgot to lock the door again, and now he would laugh at her and– “Hey, hey, Guppy, what’s wrong?”

“Swissy, ‘s ogay, go away,” she mumbled, now fully sobbing, as she curled in on herself.”

“Guppy, I can see it’s not okay,” Swiss sighed. “Can I sit next to you?”

Rain nodded shakily.

“What’s the- ah.” The multi ghoul noticed the crutches when he sat down, linking Rain’s little breakdown to them. “Overwhelmed you a bit, didn’t they?”

Another whimper, followed by a nod, “Scawry.”

“Oh, I bet it is,” Swiss chuckled. “Would you like a hug?”

Instead of answering verbally Rain threw herself at Swiss, hiding her teary face in the multi ghoul’s chest. He kicked up his body temperature a notch and wrapped his arms around her, whispering quiet reassurances. After a while, Rain’s breathing calmed down and her tears slowed. Only then Swiss spoke again, “Do you wanna tell me what’s so scary about them, Guppy?”

“‘s… ‘s jus’ dat I don’ wanna need helb,” Rain muttered into Swiss’ chest.

“You don’t wanna need help from those things or from us?”

“You, b’casue i’s annoyin’ and ‘m already a lot an–” she babbled, tears returning now that she voiced her bad thoughts.

“Hey, hey, none of that, baby!” Swiss chuckled, squeezing Rain a bit more. “You are not annoying and not a burden, never. We love you, all of us, always, and we love taking care of you. Do you think Ifrit minds having to warm up Zeph so often? Or that Mountain has a problem with having to create his weird special teas for them?”

“N– no… they love Zepf,” Rain admitted.

“Exactly! And we love you, so I don’t see anyyy problems.”

“B- but–”

“No buts, Guppy,” Swiss stopped her again. It was overwhelming, he understood that, but this was a topic for a conversation with big Rain. This little creature, that Swiss had currently a lapful of, needed to just be taken out of her head. “Anyway, I’ve got an idea.”

Rain hummed in question. “You’ve got those purple ones for when you’re little—I love that color by the way—but I still think it’s a bit too boring for you. What do you say about stickers?”

“Stickers?” she perked up. She loved stickers!

“Yeah! We can get you some fishy stickers, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes, Swissy, please! Can we… c’n we get a shark?” Rain brightened up now, her eyes still wet but not as sad as moments before.

“Of course we can! Lemme get my phone, we’ll look for some right away,” Swiss giggled, patting around for the device. Once he got it he settled by the headboard with Rain in his lap and they looked up different online stores with a variety of stickers of all kinds. Rain was excited now, wanted to get her hand on them and stick them on her new crutches, even if they still scared her a bit. But they would definitely be less scary all covered in fish.

[padfootagain]

More than friends

Hi! Here I come with a new request for my Comeback Event! This was requested by @karasong : “hi carole! nice to see you're back, hun. may i please request obi-wan kenobi w/ coworkers au & almost kissing (to actually kissing) for your comeback event? thank you!! 💐💗 »

Thank you so much for your request! It does feel good to be back indeed :)

I hope you like what I’ve prepared for your request.

Let me know what you think of this little fic :)

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Pairing: Obi-Wan x reader

Warnings: Just fluff!! Shy Obi-Wan is very cute and dear to me. Also, made it a modern AU! cause it fit better with the coworkers vibes to me.

Summary: You and Obi-Wan have been coworkers and friends for a while. But when a barbecue is planned by your firm, you get a chance to take your relationship to the next level…

Word count: 2411

Obi-Wan enjoyed having some alone time, he genuinely did. If he got along just fine with his coworkers, he still preferred the quiet and peace of his office for lunch, rather than the busy and noisy hall of the cafeteria.

It was almost noon, and as usual, Obi-Wan shut down his computer to take his lunch break. He got up from his chair behind his desk to grab the bag he had brought with him in the morning, that rested for now on the little table in the corner of his small office. He had prepared for himself a simple salade, vegetables and chicken. Simple but effective and healthy. All he needed to get through another long day at work. He sat down at his small table, took the Tupperware out of the bag along with his fork and knife, and grabbed his phone.

He didn’t eat though.

He scrolled through social media without paying much attention to what his screen displayed; instead, he kept an eye on the clock set up there, on the wall.

12:15. Only a few minutes to wait.

He eyed his meal, feeling his stomach grumbled, but didn’t open the little box before him. Instead, he mindlessly looked at his phone again. Only a few minutes to wait.

And he was right about that. Only a couple of minutes later, the door of his office was opening, without the bother of a knock.

He welcomed you with a warm smile.

“Hi Obi!” you chimed, closing the door behind you and sitting down at your usual spot, right next to him around his small circular table.

“Hello, Y/N.”

He gave you a warm smile, opening his lunchbox as you did the same with your own meal.

He noticed that your potatoes were warm, a little bit of steam rose from your lunchbox. It explained why you arrived after 12:10. You had to go downstairs to use the microwave, and then go all the way back up to the offices to eat with him. The thought of you purposefully coming back from the cafeteria to eat with him brought a smile to his face, but he didn’t say anything about it.

Better not.

“How was your morning?” he asks, his voice soft and calm, quiet, as it always was when he talked to you.

“Quite crazy,” you answered with a sigh. “With the summer holidays approaching, I have tons of things to finish so I can leave the office in peace for my well-earned vacation.”

“Same,” Obi-Wan nodded. “I heard that Anakin was struggling as well.”

“Anakin is always struggling. He’s too messy not to.”

Obi-Wan let out a chuckle, almost choking on his piece of bell pepper.

“That is quite true. I did do my best to mentor him though,” he heaved a dramatic sigh, and it was your time to laugh.

“He’s just beyond hope at this point.”

“Do you think you’ll be done by the end of the week?”

You shrugged.

“I hope so. If not, all these files will have to patiently wait for my return.”

Obi-Wan seemed to hesitate for a moment. He looked at you, weighing his options. He was apprehensive for your answer, yet he wanted to know.

But then again, he was often a little nervous around you. He blamed his long-lasting crush on you for that.

“Are you going to the barbecue on Friday night?” he asked at last, trying to sound nonchalant.

You studied his features for a moment, trying to guess what he intended to do. Truth was, you didn’t particularly enjoy extra-activities involving your coworkers. Sure, there were some you got along with quite well, Anakin was a good example. But then you would rather just gather with the few colleagues you genuinely liked, rather than to attend a big gathering involving the entire firm.

However… if Obi-Wan was going, then you were not completely against the idea. You blamed your long-lasting crush on him for that.

You shrugged, trying to sound as detached as you could, as if the topic didn’t matter to you. It mattered though, you had been thinking about this event for weeks…

“Probably, yes. I think so. Unless all the people I actually like will be absent, but otherwise, I think I’ll go.”

Obi-Wan nodded, trying to hide the smile that fought to form on his lips.

“Me too. I think I’ll go. It will probably be boring but… it’s for the firm. Besides, Anakin is going, and someone has to make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble.”

You looked at him eating a piece of salad, but didn’t miss the sudden blush that had appeared on his cheeks, despite his cool appearance, his relaxed tone.

For the firm? You weren’t so sure about that.

When you planted your fork in your potato again, listening to Obi-Wan telling you about his weekend, you were grinning.

It was sunny and warm and a little boring.

Events organized by your firm always were boring, but then, it came with the fact that it was work-related. You couldn’t fully let loose and be yourself in these circumstances. You couldn’t allow yourself to be tipsy when your boss was a few meters away.

It wasn’t too bad though. The weather was nice, the barbecue was good, and Obi-Wan was by your side.

He was laughing with Anakin, shaking his head disapprovingly as the young man told you about a reckless trek he was planning across the mountains.

“If you do fall into a crevasse, please, make sure not to call me for help,” Obi-Wan warned his friend, rolling his eyes.

“What makes you think I’ll need help?”

“The last seven years? Ever since we’ve met, basically. You do have a talent to get into trouble, no matter what you are doing.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Absolutely not.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at your friends’ playful banter. These two were like brothers, bickering as much as they could.

You took a bite from your hot-dog, looking around. People were separated in small groups, talking casually, although all kept an eye out to make sure no eavesdroppers were around. It was, all in all, a strange atmosphere that you didn’t like very much.

Anakin was called by another colleague and left you alone with Obi-Wan.

You noticed that he was more nervous than usual. Which was a strange look to find on his features. He was always so calm, so composed. Sometimes, it made it hard to read his mind. Still, you noticed the slight frown across his brow, as well as the way he held his glass of orange juice tightly in his hand.

Obi-Wan was hesitating. He had bought these tickets to see a play next week. He wanted to ask you to go with him… as a date.

He reckoned that the two of you had been playing this game of hide and seek long enough, it was more than time for him to finally make a move. Because, the truth was, he liked you. A lot. An awful lot. Actually… he didn’t merely like you at all...

But how could he ask? You were friends, and coworkers. It made everything complicated.

He had to try though.

“Do you have plans for your well-earned holidays?” he asked, trying to sound detached and nonchalant.

“Seeing my parents. And sleeping. A lot,” you joked, making him chuckle. “What about you?”

“Sleeping does sound awfully tempting. Although, I do have a few plans with friends and… things of the kind. Actually… I wanted to ask you…”

But Obi-Wan was interrupted by your boss, as she called for everyone to gather together to play some kind of game.

Obi-Wan and you exchanged a glance.

“Why do I feel like you are not ready to volunteer for this fun activity?” you teased him, although you didn’t particularly want to join the game either.

“Because you know me well by now, obviously.”

“You should play…”

“Absolutely not. I am not five anymore.”

“Why don’t we escape then?”

He gave you a fond smile, nodding.

You managed to run away from the party, walking across the patch of grass near your office building. You were aiming for the parking lot, the loud sounds of your colleagues slowly diminishing as you walked away.

It was quieter now, as the setting sun bathed the world in a golden hue. Its reflection on the cars was blinding.

“What did you want to ask me earlier?” you finally broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you.

You were crossing the parking lot, but none of you was eager to part. You passed before Obi-Wan’s car, then yours, and didn’t stop walking until you reached a low wall made of red bricks. You sat on the edge, and Obi-Wan leaned against it as well, right by your side. You had both left your drinks at the party. The sounds of the gathering could barely reach you now. It was late, and at the back of the parking lot, there was no one. Behind you, the small street was empty as well.

“Oh… just… I…”

He took a deep breath. Why was he so nervous? He wasn’t the kind to be nervous…

But then, he was talking to you, and you had a special talent to mess up with his entire world in the best way possible.

“I’ve bought some tickets to go see a play next week,” he finally said, struggling to keep his calm voice.

“Exciting!”

“I was wondering if you would like to go with me… maybe…”

“Oh! That would be nice, yes!”

He gave you a smile, but he knew that you did not fully understand what he meant. He could see it in your eyes. You didn’t take his question as an offer for a date, but for a friendly activity.

He shook his head.

“Maybe we could go to a restaurant before that.”

You slightly frown at him, but nodded anyway.

“Sure, that would be nice.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“I mean… I’m asking this… not simply as a coworker. Do you understand?”

You looked at him warily.

“As a friend?” you slowly asked, cautious.

Your heart jumped, skipped a beat and burst under your ribs when he shook his head.

“No… I meant… as more than a friend.”

He looked away, setting his eyes on the tip of his brown shoes. He couldn’t stand it anymore, the way you stared at him… as if you longed to read right through him…

“If… if you don’t want to, of course, then… we can simply forget it happened at all. I… I would never ask you anything like this ever again. After all, we do work together and it could make things more complicated and…”

“Obi-Wan?”

He fell silent, looking up at you again.

You gave him a warm smile.

“I’d love to go with you. As… more than friends.”

You grinned at each other.

And as he stared at you, he couldn’t help but study every detail of your features. Couldn’t help but stare at your lips, and he barely noticed the way he leaned down towards them, it was like he was falling and couldn’t help it at all. Stronger than gravity, he couldn’t escape from it…

You didn’t stop him. As you saw him leaning towards you, you didn’t stop him. Instead, you actually tilted up your head to face him even more, to get your lips closer to his…

His hand slowly moved upwards so he could rest his fingertips along your jaw, and you shuddered at the feeling, delightful shivers running up your spine under his touch.

You closed your eyes as his breath fanned across your mouth…

But you both jumped as a loud laughter came breaking the tensed silence that had settled around you. You put some distance between the two of you, the moment broken. You looked in the direction of the laugh, and found a pair of your coworkers, a little inebriated, who were crossing the parking lot and thus walking towards the two of you, probably aiming for the bus stop a few meters down the adjacent street. You cleared your voice and stood up.

“I think I should go home, I’m rather tired.”

Obi-Wan nodded, and you didn’t fail to notice how flushed his cheeks were.

The two coworkers ignored you, and you didn’t mind at all. You were happy to simply walk towards your car with Obi-Wan by your side.

He brushed his fingers against yours, and you did the same, but didn’t hold hands. Still, the gentle, almost shy touch made your hearts jump.

You crossed the few meters separating you from your car, and you spoke again as you were looking for your keys in the pocket of your jeans.

“When is the play, then?”

“Next Wednesday.”

“Okay. That sounds fun.”

“I hope it will be. I… I am very happy you accepted to come.”

You exchanged a shy smile, and Obi-Wan opened your car door for you. You thanked him, resting a hand on the top of the door.

“Good night, Y/N.”

But just as you were about to sit in your car, you turned to him again, staring right into his blue eyes. You studied the two colourful orbs, a few strands of his dark blonde hair falling before them as he was a little dishevelled after a long day.

Your eyes travelled down from his cheekbones, to his cheeks covered by a short beard, to his pink lips. And you couldn’t resist…

Before he could say anything else, you were pressing your lips against his in a kiss.

It was still a little shy, and lasted just long enough for him to realize what was happening and react by kissing you back. Just a few seconds, just enough to make you both breathless. When you pulled away, he leaned further to chase after your lips.

He looked a little stunned when he opened his eyes, and you couldn’t refrain a satisfied grin.

“Well… good night then, Obi-Wan.”

You climbed in your car, and he closed the door behind you. He waved at you as you started the car and finally drove out of the parking lot.

Obi-Wan though, remained for a while standing there, as night was slowly falling upon the world, the party finally dying out.

When he walked to his car, at last, he was grinning like an idiot.

[mxdimitrescu]

Shy Reunion

Synopsis: Blue is the twin of Dinah, a former member of Fifth Harmony, and was forced to attend to a reunion with Dinah.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Lauren Jauregui x Blue Hansen

(Masterlist)

The quiet stillness of the room was abruptly shattered by the insistent ring of a phone, eliciting a groan from beneath the covers of the bed. Slowly, a hand emerged from the depths of the blankets, fumbling until it grasped the phone and brought it to an ear.

"Hello?" a rough, raspy voice mumbled.

"Blue, answer your damn door. Why the hell isn't your doorbell working? I've been knocking for the past 15 minutes," came the irritated voice on the other end.

Startled, Blue peeked out from under the covers, now noticing the persistent knocking in the living room.

'Huh, how did I not hear that?' she wondered.

"I'll be there in a moment," Blue huffed as she sat up in bed, ending the call and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She grabbed a discarded black shirt from the floor and pulled it on before making her way to the front door.

Opening it revealed her sister, Dinah, standing on the other side.

"Blue Hansen! It's 2 in the afternoon and you're still in bed?" Dinah exclaimed, clearly bewildered.

Blue stepped aside to let Dinah in, closing the door behind her. "I've been up until like 4 working on my book," she explained with a yawn, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Dinah hummed in understanding as she headed to the kitchen in search of food, while Blue retreated back to her room, slipping back under the cozy blankets. However, her brief respite was interrupted when Dinah barged into her room with a box of Oreos and flopped down on top of her, eliciting a groan of annoyance from Blue.

"What are you doing here?" Blue asked, slightly exasperated.

Dinah took a bite of her Oreo before replying, "Well, my dear twin, today is the Fifth Harmony reunion."

At the mention of the reunion, Blue's interest piqued. "You guys getting back together?" she inquired eagerly.

Dinah chuckled. "No, but we're getting together for old times' sake."

Disappointed by the news, Blue slumped back down. "Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be with the girls?"

Dinah's expression turned pleading. "Actually, can you come with me? I don't want to go by myself."

Blue hesitated for a moment, but Dinah's relentless bouncing on her back convinced her to relent.

"Fine," she finally relented.

Dinah cheered and quickly got Blue ready, instructing her to shower and providing her with an outfit. After a quick shower, Blue emerged from her room dressed in the clothes Dinah had laid out for her—a pair of dark green overalls, a faded black Guns N' Roses shirt, and black Converse shoes. She glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusted her black cap, and nodded in approval before joining Dinah in the living room.

Together, they headed out to Blue's car, a 2024 Jeep Wrangler, and set off to meet the girls at a diner, singing along to their favorite tunes along the way.

Meanwhile, at the diner, Lauren, Ally, and Normani were catching up after five years of hiatus. As they chatted, they were interrupted by the sound of music outside. Peering through the window, they saw a jeep pull into the parking lot, blaring their song "Kings & Queens." To their surprise, Dinah emerged from the vehicle, waving excitedly as she entered the diner.

"Dinah, you really know how to make an entrance," Lauren teased, earning a laugh from Dinah.

"Yeah, blame it on Blue. She insisted on finishing the song," Dinah explained, shrugging as they settled back into their booth.

"Blue?" Ally inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Before Dinah could respond, another voice chimed in, causing Lauren's jaw to drop slightly.

Standing before them was a striking figure—tall, with tan skin, hazel eyes, and a muscular build that was hard to miss. Lauren couldn't help but notice how attractive she was.

"Sorry, I got carried away wanting to see everyone," Dinah apologized sheepishly, drawing attention to the newcomer.

So, this was Blue. Lauren's mind raced with questions—was she Dinah's girlfriend?

Quickly recovering, Dinah introduced her. "Guys, meet my twin, Blue!"

Twin? Lauren's confusion only grew. How had they never heard of her before?

Blue seemed shy, offering a timid wave and a simple greeting. Lauren exchanged glances with Normani and Ally, all equally puzzled by the newcomer.

"How have we never met Blue before?" Ally asked, echoing Lauren's thoughts.

Dinah explained, "She was always traveling whenever you guys were around."

As Blue joined them at the table, the conversation shifted to her work. Normani inquired about her occupation, prompting Blue to reveal she was a writer.

"She's an author, with several published books," Dinah proudly announced, prompting a blush from Blue.

"Any books I might have read?" Ally inquired eagerly, her eyes lighting up with interest.

"The Chronicles of Mythology series," Dinah responded, her words causing Lauren's eyes to widen in surprise.

Ally's eyes widened in recognition. "The Chronicles of Mythology series? I love that!"

"I love that series!" Lauren exclaimed with a wide smile, earning a quizzical eyebrow raise from Blue.

With hope in her voice, Lauren added, "I hope, if you don't mind, signing my books one day?"

Blue, clearly growing more comfortable, nodded warmly. "Of course, anything for my fans. Bring your books next time, and I'll sign them."

She couldn't contain her excitement—Lauren squealed with delight, realizing her favorite author was sitting right next to her. Glancing at Dinah, who seemed puzzled by Lauren reaction, she shot her a glare.

"What did I do?" Dinah asked, genuinely bewildered.

"You knew I love that series and knew she wrote it," Lauren huffed, turning to face Blue. With a mischievous wink, she silently communicated her amusement, causing Blue to stifle her laughter.

As the conversation with Blue flowed effortlessly, Lauren found herself completely engrossed in her company. While the other girls chatted amongst themselves, Lauren couldn't help but be drawn to this captivating woman.

"And then Dinah, being the crackhead she is, ran through the living room and straight into the sliding glass door and fell down. She couldn't tell that the sliding door was there," Blue recounted with a laugh, triggering Lauren's laughter.

"That sounds like Dinah, for sure," She chuckled, shaking her head at the mental image.

Their private moment was interrupted by a voice breaking through the comfortable atmosphere. "Hey Blue, Lauren, it's getting late, we should head home."

They both frowned as they glanced at the time, and Lauren was shocked to see it was already 6 o'clock.

Blue and Lauren had been so engrossed in their conversation that time had flown by without them even realizing it. But Lauren didn't want it to end.

Softly, Lauren frowned, her gaze dropping to the floor until a hand gently lifted my chin. She looked up to meet Blue's eyes, her smile instantly warming her heart.

"Can I have your number? I want to continue our conversation, I really enjoyed it," Blue asked shyly.

Lauren couldn't help but smile widely, nodding in agreement. She retrieved my phone, and so did she, and we exchanged them. Lauren added herself as "Lauren💚" in her phone before handing it back. When she returned my phone, Lauren couldn't help but chuckle at the contact name she'd chosen for herself—"Fav Author📖".

As they all stood up from their seats, they shared hugs and promises to keep in touch and meet up whenever they could. Ally and Normani headed off to their cars, leaving Dinah, Blue, and Lauren behind. Despite wanting to stay, she couldn't help but frown at the thought of leaving Blue's side.

Noticing Lauren's reluctance to leave, Dinah chimed in, "Hey Lauser, Blue lives here, like 15 minutes from here. Y'all can hang out whenever."

Lauren smiled at the thought, glancing up at Blue, who was already looking down at her.

"I don't mind. We should hang out whenever."

Nodding in agreement, Lauren hugged Blue tightly, feeling the warmth of Blue's muscles beneath her clothing as they embraced. Their hug lingered until Dinah's cough broke the moment, leaving Blue blushing as Lauren pulled away.

Giving Dinah a playful glare, Lauren waved at the twins before turning to Blue. "I'll text you later?" She asked, met with a soft nod and a smile from Blue.

As Lauren climbed into her car and drove away, she caught sight of Blue punching Dinah's arm playfully, both of them blushing. With a smile, Lauren left the diner parking lot, already looking forward to seeing Blue again.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Hell's Little program Chapter 3

Thank you to @onceuponahotel for letting me use their Oc

After Vaggie put all the little ones to sleep, she sat in the rocking chair and sighed. She was worried about Blake. All charlie had said was that he had a panic attack. What would’ve caused it? Vaggie knows what it’s like to deal with them, being a caregiver to Rhea, another traumatized little there.

About 15 minutes passed since she put them down for a nap, the door opened. She looked up and saw Hez, one of the nursery workers. He was another fallen angel so they got along pretty well. He was a flip so sometimes he would regress while trying to help the babies. It was fine though, Vaggie didn’t mind taking care of him as well. She took care of him most of the time with Rhea. He was basically her big brother.

Hez walked in and closed the door slowly. He was carrying a big box in his hands. Charlie said that they were running out of diapers and pull ups and needed a refill soon. So he was on errand duty. Once he finished stocking up the changing/bathroom, he changed his pull-up (incontinent) and walked out again into the nursery.

“Hey, Hez? Can I ask you something?” Vaggie whispered to him.

“Yeah, sure, what’s up?” 

“A little had a panic attack today. We don’t know why but it’ll be beneficial if we did so we can stop it from happening again. Since you’re familiar with panic attacks, do you mind talking with him? Or get him to open up?” She asked. He often had them and she usually was the one to help him calm down. However, he was even better at helping Rhea calm down, if they are both little.

“Sure, I can do that, who was it?” He asked, wanting to know which one had it. He knew Rhea wanted to play with the older kids and was worried that it was her who had it.

“A new little. His name is Blake, 16 years old, trans male. From what we know, he had abusive parents and regresses to cope with that,” Vaggie gave a brief overview about him. Hez was a bit relieved it wasn’t his baby sister.

“Poor kid, so young too. Hellborn?” Vaggie nodded

They waited a bit for the babies to wake up. Hez looked over Blakes crib. He noticed a few scars along his arms and frowned. He studied him a bit more and saw a few tears leak out of his shut eyes. Most likely he was having a nightmare. Hex didn’t want to wake him up, as he heard it wasn’t good to wake up someone having a nightmare/terror.

After a few more minutes had passed, they woke up. Blake was the last one to wake though. While Vaggie was in the bathroom, changing the other littles, Hez decided he should try talking with him.

“Hey, baby, I’m Hez, I work with Vaggie. I got word that you had a panic attack earlier today, do you want to talk about it?” He asked, taking him out of his crib and setting him on his lap.

Blake hesitated, not saying anything. He just hugged his stuffy

“That’s a cute bear you have there, what’s their name?”

“Huggies…” Blake answered.

“That’s a cute name. Does he give good hugs?” Hez asked.

Blake nodded and hugged it tighter.

“I understand that it may be scary, but I’m not here to judge,” Hez ruffled his hair a bit.

Blake didn’t know why but he felt safe with him. Like he was there to help. He sounded really kind and caring.

“Omebody ma’e fun of me…” He mumbled, “nd my bwain got mean…” 

Hez looked at him with concern. It wasn’t normal for other littles to make fun of each other. 

“I’m sorry, Blakey, do you know who it was? I can talk with them?” Hez suggested.

“My fault. Was too annoying…” He curled in on himself. Hez combed through his hair with his fingers

“It wasn’t your fault, sweetie. Babies are just more high maintenance. It's not your fault though,” He promised. Blake felt a bit better and hugged Hez.

As the last little came out of the bathroom, Hez picked Blake up and carried him in, not wanting him to miss getting changed. It would be bad to leave him in a wet diaper all day. Once he was finished, he carried him back to the floor where they were going to do crafts. They would be making spaceships out of toilet paper rolls and construction paper. Blake was really excited for it.

Blake was having a blast while doing arts and crafts. He loved making things, no matter how young or old he was feeling. He even got a cool sticker when he finished. He had completely forgotten about the mean words the person had said to him.

[elirastudio]

Shadow King au

This is before the whole spider queen thing and I’ve been thinking about this for so long and I think Ive been too cruel towards Xiaotian…let’s change that shall we?

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Sitting next to his father as he watched the generals play and help with the smaller monkeys, both old and young. He smiles and rested his head on his shoulder, he felt the king’s fur move as he felt a nuzzle on his head. Laughing at the exchange, Xiaotian hugged his father not wanting to let go. Not wanting to open his eyed. For he knows what it meant if he did.

For what he’s been doing and seeing weren’t real…this reality was all in his head….

It was

A dream

Everything that’s going on was a dream… and he hated the very knowledge of it.

His eyes opened and looked at his father’s tail on his arm, it made the little prince feel protected, his focus was directed at a monkey who somehow seemed different from the others. He was a tad taller than the other monkeys but shorter than his father, probably a tad shorter than himself.

“That one has been there for a while”

“He could need some help, dad. I’ll check up on him”

“Be careful, Xiaotian!”

Xiaotian walked up to strange monkey carefully, as he got closer the little one looked similar to someone…he couldn’t think of anyone. It wasn’t Mei nor Red Son, CERTAINLY not the other Pilgrims but then who?

The small monkey smiles and looked at the young prince.

“Hey, uh bud…h-how are you?”

It was him…Sun Wukong….but tiny and his eyes were glowing a warm golden shimmer…

Silence filled the air with both young beings living in Flower Fruit Mountain….Uuuuntil

“AHHHHHHHH”

“AHHHHHHHH”

Both of them started yelling…

Well things are starting smoothly to say the least…

“DAAAAD! DAD! ITS WUKONG!!” Xiaotian yelled as he started to run back to his dad

“WHAT WAIT NO HOLD UP” Yelled the young king as he chased the young prince trying to reason with him.

They spent around 15-20 minutes in their little cat and mouse game until the prince realized that they were at a standstill. So he stopped running and stood firm to the king, whom he towers over easily.

“What are YOU doing here?!”

The young king placed his hands up and gave the boy some space

“Listen, this is going to sound weird but I’m not Wukong….I mean I AM Sun Wukong BUT not Sun Wukong who’s running away! Argh! This so complicated to explain!…”

The small king sat down out of frustration and looked towards the boy.

“Ok let me try this again…Im Wukong waay before he went crazy”

Xiaotian stopped and looked at him calmly now. He recognized his outfit…his father has it in a box inside his room. It was precious to him so Xiaotian knew never to touch them.

He wore a yellow top with a green scarf over his neck, red bottoms and a white belt to tighten everything up. Dark boots to complement the outfit.

“Listen I want to talk to you…about Wukong…a-about me? Argh its so confusing when you’re your older you voice of reason…”

The prince sat down next to the young king, seeing he has no intention in hurting him. Seeing Wukong struggle made him feel a bit bad.

“I got an idea…why don’t we you Mk here? It can help you see the differentiate between the two of you”

“But that’s your nickname…Mei gave it to you from that game-”

“Monkey Mech” Said at the same time both of them looked each other and laughed.

“How are you here if My dad gave me a seal?”

“Oh Liu’er is good at seals…but I’m better~ so I just opened and closed the seal like nothing happened…and besides Im not a threat so it’s not gonna hurt me”

Satisfied with the answer Xiaotian decided to sit close to the young king and started talking.

They talked about everything, about Flower Fruit Mountain, about their respective firends, about Macaque, and about their fears.

“No way, Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven is afraid of preforming in front of a crowed?!” Xiaotian laughed in disbelief as Mk, Monkey King, laughed on his back.

“I know I know! It doesn’t make sense!! Ahhh I haven’t laughed like that in over maybe a Millennia? Ahhh that was something!”

Xiaotian laughing filled the young king up with joy, he needed this. The boy away from his home and his father because of his stupid and selfish self. Sure it wasn’t him but his older self, in the young king’s ming he felt guilty and needed to take responsibility for it.

“Xiaotian? I want to apologize for what Wukong is doing…to you and your family…I want you to know that I did everything I could to stop him…I swear…I didn’t…I didn’t want you to get hurt…you’re just a cub and-” Mk said trying to hold his tears, he seen everything he heard everything but did nothing, COULDN’T do anything. With his hands he wiped away his tears the most he could.

Xiaotian hugged the crying king and held him tight. Like his father did when he was crying.

“Hey hey its ok I know you did the most you could…And I appreciate it so much…you’re NOT Wukong, Mk…you’re the Monkey King…”

Mk wanted to say something but just kept crying, saying sorry and held the prince tightly. Feeling the prince’s tears, hearing his ‘I know, its ok, not your fault’ calmed the young king.

“I-Its almost morning…you’ll be waking up soon…”

“W-will I see you again?”

Mk froze and looked at the prince, who was pleading with his eyes. The young king smiled and cupped Xiaotian’s face.

“As long as you want me…I will visit…”

They gave one final hug as everything went white.

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“Mk? Kid?” Pigsy’s voice rang softly to MK’s ears, waking him up slowly. “It’s mornin’ kid you got the day off today…wanna go to over to Mei’s with Redson?”

Mk just nodded and sat up, he looked at the pilgrim. The pilgrim sighed and looked at the boy sadly.

“No Xiaotian…he…he still hasn’t called nor came by…”

Mk nodded layed back down facing away from Pigsy. Hurt, the pig demon placed a hand on the boy’s head and sighed.

“I’ll call Ao Lie and let him know you’re coming”

Xiaotian heard Pigsy get up and walk out the room. He look at the rising sun and remembered the words of Mk as he smiled

‘As long as you want me…I will visit…’

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“Where the hell were you?”

“Oh I thought you wanted me gone~”

“I do…but that doesn’t mean I can’t ask where you’ve been”

“I guess so” The young King smiled as he felt a strong weight off his chest…

Hehehe its so beautiful and I love it😩💕✨

I have another fix that I’m keeping cuz there is a comic to do on it, but yes the fact that wukong can get in MK mind it’s a thing, a thing that in the good (like this) or in the bad ( like the other fic I have) has to be stopped.

But this all intersection kinda spoilers us all “season 3” we will eventually get there😂

[writingjoycebyers]

Could you write a Jopper wedding ficlet? :)

This has been in my drafts for ages. It has nothing to do with ST4. But well… here you go.

Iam pretty sure this is not what you had been thinking of when you requested this, anon. It‘s my first go at writing after months! This is highly inspired by Little Women and Jo March. It is absolutely (!) AU. This ask has been in my inbox the longest and I literally could never ever imagine a jopper wedding somehow. But … here you go. I‘d appreciate some reactions as a welcome back for me. 📫

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Oh, Jimmy boy.

A Joyce Byers one shot based on Little Women and Stranger Things

Joyce Horowitz was only 12 years old when the old, forgotten house next to her home was suddenly not so empty anymore. She sat on the windowsill with her sisters, fighting for the best spot to watch the new neighbors move in . Abigail was, at six years old, still too short at this point to even see through the window without climbing onto a chair, so she was no real danger, but Joyce‘s sister Beatrice was only two years younger than her, which made her the perfect height to push her elbow into Joyce‘s side to make space for herself on the windowsill. Madeline, the oldest Horowitz sister, was 15 years old at that point and pretended to be too mature to care about some new kids moving in next door. If she‘d been honest, she would have loved to sit by the window too. Joyce kept her eyes locked on the family walking into the house, carrying boxes and bags. A mother - tall and blonde, a father - even taller and a boy, maybe twelve or thirteen, Joyce could not tell. His clothes looked a bit too large, his hair - blonde and shiny - a bit too long. He could need a cut, Joyce thought, resembling words her mother usually said whenever Joyce’s dark waves would become undetangable again. Her cheeks would heat up seeing the boy through the window the next few days although snow was piling up outside. Although Hawkins had become a cold place this winter. Her cheeks would heat up like the fire burning in their fireplace, as if she was in a fever even though she did not even know the new family. It must be that she always had been nosy. You could not feel a connection to someone you did not even know yet, right?

It was her 13th birthday, just about a year later, when she could not imagine life without the boy next door anymore. James Hopper had become her best friend - from building snowmen to roaming the woods in the summer - they had not left each other’s side ever since that one day a month after he had moved in.

A cold night one winter day, Hawkins had been taken over by a horrible snow storm and suddenly - although nobody was to leave their houses - there was a knock on the Horowitz‘s front door.

„My goodness.“, Joyce heard her mother say a few seconds after she had opened the front door.

A low voice answered. „I am sorry to disturb, Madame. But my parents have left the country to visit my aunt and our roof‘s been lacking all night.“

„Oh, Jimmy, Boy. Come in.“, Joyce’s mother said as all four Horowitz girls stuck their noses through the living room door into the hallway. It was the neighbour’s boy. Abby let out a surprised „What’s he doing here?“, while Madeline shrunk her shoulders, getting back to the living room totally unimpressed. Beatrice coughed again. She was too weak to say anything, the cold weather had never been something for her. Their reactions left Joyce by the door, her head visible between the doorframe as she gave the freezing boy in the hallway a soft smile.

„Hello.“, she whispered.

„Hello.“, he whispered back. „You’re the window girl.“, he said and his words made her cheeks burn in a fever of embarrassment.

„I’m Joyce.“, she added sheepishly.

„Jimmy.“

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When Joyce was sixteen, Jimmy became Jim.

„Come on, Jimmy, or we are gonna be late for school.“, she yelled over, very unladylike, as she waited on the little path in front of his house for him to come out.

Two minutes later he stood in front of her, still buttoning up his shirt. „Don’t call me that, Joy.“

„But it’s your name.“

„Not anymore, Joyce, I am sixteen, look.“, he said, taking her hand for her to touch his shoulders. „I’ve been doing push ups.“

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Joyce was nineteen, some time had passed after high school, when Jim told her he had to leave. The last three years had passed by in a rush, and whenever Joyce and Jim watched each other’s reflection down by the lake they’d spend their summer at, they would not find any resemblance to the boy and girl they had been when Jim had started doing push ups.

“What do you mean, you’re leaving?”, Joyce scoffed as if it was just a stupid joke. They were laying next to each other on the ground by the banks of the lake.

"Police training, the city, a job.", he summed up his situation. He did not look at her but the sky above them. There was a mosquito humming next to his ear.

"Yeah, alright, I see.", was all Joyce could mumble as the lump in her throat got bigger and summer came to an end.

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Joyce was twenty-one when Jim Hopper returned for good.

“What’s that, stupid?”, she laughed as he stood in front of her with a small bouquet of wild flowers. He had phoned her that he’d be back in town and she had agreed when he had suggested to meet up where Hawkins town bordered the woods, right behind her parents’ house. He must have thought she did still live with them.

“Flowers.”, he replied although it was obvious.

When Joyce got closer she realized he was sweating, maybe even shaking a bit.

“Look Joyce, I don’t wanna lose any more time. Don’t say nothing. Just take the damn flowers.”, he started his speech.

Joyce took them, leaning against an old fence that had once protected her granddad’s horses.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore. Two years of letters. Two years of pretending. Joyce, no fucking day went by in the city that I did not think of you. God, what am I saying. Not a day since I moved into that stupid old house with my parents. Joyce - do you wanna be my wife?”, he blurted out and it was obvious that this had been what he needed. His shoulders sank down, a breath left his lungs.

Joyce stared at him, moments passed, seconds or minutes, she did not know. “Hop.”, she replied and her voice was low, powerless. “I’m with someone else. I’m with…”

“Don’t tell me. I’ll find out soon enough.”, he said. Without another word, he turned around and left.

Jim Hopper had moved in next to Joyce’s house at age 12, a hopeful boy and now, at 21, he was a beaten man. Joyce never saw him again in town after that, only heard of his return to the city, of his life as a police officer. Slowly, Jim became a memory.

Jim Hopper was fourty-one when he looked at Joyce Byers as if she was completely insane, but somehow had the feeling that she wasn’t. Somehow she reminded him of the Joyce he had known, the fiercest of four sisters, having a mind of her own and a million feelings burning inside of her.

“He’s not dead. Will, he’s somewhere out there, I’m sure, Hop.”, she insisted.

“Okay.”, was all he could say as he, to his surprise sent a quick prayer up to heaven that she was right. Joyce Byers nodded and all he could see was the woman he had loved, the woman he’d been to late for, the once fierce girl a broken woman.

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“May I ask you again?”, he said as they sat on the porch. Inside the house El and Will were fighting over some snacks while preparing dinner. Jim and Joyce watched Jonathan play with his kid in the distance. Years had gone by, but Jim still smoked his cigarette the same way and Joyce’s hand was still a bit shaky whenever he lit her a smoke, too.

“If you’d be my wife.”, he said with a smile.

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Jim and Joyce got married in a fever, long after his desperate proposal by the green meadows outside Hawkins. Her dress was not white, his suit was a little too big. Jim and Joyce got married in a small chapel on the outskirts of town, with nobody present but the priest. Neither of them was religious, but it felt divine to put a small, silver ring on each other‘s finger. Jim and Joyce got married when Joyce was fifty-five.

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Bonus:

[shadfanfic]

Daddy! Sebastian stan x little,shy! Reader (named “Shad”)

Request: Anonymous asked:

Hi!!! So I never requested before, but I saw you were taking requests! I was wondering if you can do a Sebastian Stan x reader, dd/lg? Also, have the reader being hurt by someone/something else and fluff at end? ☺️

hey thank you so much for ur request,Don’t forget to give me ur opinion 🤍 

warnings: reader got bullied, ddlg theme story, didn’t edit it so sorry if there’s a mistake 🤍

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“ please?”

You begged your daddy for the 10th time this minute and he just shock his head no 

“Doll, you know you can’t skip school” Sebastian said handing you a sandwich 

“i know i know.. it’s just-.. I’m in a little space”You finally confessed the true reason why you wanted to skip school 

“I know but you can handle it, i know my baby well be fine” He giggled and removed your hair from your face so you can start eating 

“tsk-.. no I can’t”You tsked and sigh start eating getting upset 

“hey, miss grumpy face you want chocolate milk with lunch box or strawberry milk”Sebastian asked leaning so close to your face hiding his smile

“I’m not miss grumpy face”You said and he giggle 

“No you are, you look like that!” He said and start mocking your grumpy face 

Both of you start giggling, you giggled at how funny he looked and he giggled with you cause you were too adorable in his eyes

“You can take your tiny stuffie” He said and smiled when your eyes lit up with happiness 

“Look i well hang it with your lunch box bag okay?” He told you and you immediately nod

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“Why you talking so quietly? The teacher asked you so answer !” That teacher pet you found in every single class decided to talk making everyone giggle

“Hey! hey! everyone be quiet!” The teacher yelled and looked at you

“Shad, you okay?”The teacher asked and you just nod 

“Ugh, I swear to god she’s acting like baby sometimes, all what she want is her stuffies” The girl whisper to her friends making them giggle

“ may i go to the bathroom please? ”You started talking really quietly and the teacher nod and smiled gently at you

The moment you stand up everyone gasped and start giggling, you looked at them confused and you looked back too your chair finding a small blood stain in your chair, you glup and start running away trying to find the perfect place too finally cry 

You entered the bathroom to do what you had to do,  now you understood why you were in a little space.. you sat down and start looking for Sebastian name 

“hello?” Sebastian answered the phone and as soon as you heard his voice you couldn’t control your own tears, you wanted to answer so bad but nothing came out beside 

“D-..daddy”You sobbed and start rubbing your red eyes 

“Sweetie!? Hey hey what’s wrong”Sebastian asked and it was clear in his voice that he was walking so fast 

“I-..i w-wanna g-go home”You rubbed your eyes harder trying so hard to control your sobs

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 15 minutes later you were standing in front of the school while the principal is behind you waiting with you not wanting to leave you alone since your so upset, you heard your daddy’s car and immediately look up 

“Hey!”Sebastian said with a sad smile and got out of the car and hug you so tightly 

“so mr. Stan ur-..”The principal wanted to talk but Sebastian shook his no and walk to the door while warping his arms around you

“I don’t have time sorry, email me tho!”He faked a smile and help you get in the car 

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After a quiet few minutes the only thing was heard is you sobbing and Sebastian hushing you gently 

“Easy doll, you gonna have a headache And you hate them no?”Sebastian talked quietly 

“i told you -.. *sob* i-.. didn’t w-wanna go” You talked and start crying more and much louder 

Sebastian sigh and stopped the car at a public barking lot , he got out of the car and open you door 

“Hey hey shh okay I’m here now and I’m sorry I shouldn’t let u go okay? Now tell me what happened?”

He hugged you Immediately and start talking playing with your hair hopping it might calm you down

“I-..I’m bleeding” You sobbed and hold his shirt tight, you were in a little space now

“You got your period?”He cupped your face and you just nod 

“oh baby you got it so early this month I’m so sorry”He hugged you again 

“I hate s-school daddy.. i don’t wanna go anymore i-.. i just want to stay w-with y-you”you said with really broken voice

“I know, i know no more school baby no more I promise” He cupped your cheeks and wiped your soft cheeks “no more crying baby please”He smiled gently and kisses your forehead then your both cheeks then your nose making you relax, after that he hugged you again 

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Both of you stayed in that position until you stopped crying, you felt Sebastian hand going down from your back to your ribs and side which made you squirm and smile a bit 

“Don’t-“You tried to squirm away and he let you 

“okay okay i just wanted to see ur adorable smile”He smiled and stepped back a bit rubbing your shoulder looking at your beautiful smile

“How about we go home and watch your favourite movie and eat your favourite snacks?”He said and lean into the car door looking at you and you nod 

“o-okay”You said and blushes, he was maybe too hot today and your shy about it 

“o-okay let’s go then”He giggle and mocked you, he kissed your lip super fast and close your door 

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You maybe had a rough morning but you indeed forgot about it since your daddy is here 

[intistone]

i def didnt forget to show this one in the og, definitely, yup.

anyway im copy pasting this from notes

(HC: sun and moons first more “human” food (at least since they arrived in y/n’s house) were cookies, a direct reference to Eleanor i wrote not 15 minutes ago

(set time: when sun became way too trusting for moons mental health)

aka inti doesn’t give us enough fluff so i’ve written my own accidentally

you sit next to the coffee table,which grants a you a not-so-welcoming hiss from moon. You’ve grown used to it already. sun is poking his head out, eyes filled with fear with sparkles of curiosity at the small opened plastic box which contained six cookies you bought. well, here goes nothing.

you take two cookies out and hold them out a fair distance away from sun. “i figured you two will like these, here, try it”

sun cocks his head at the cookies and looks at his brother, who returned with an equally confused expression. Sun looks back at the cookies and carefully grabs them like it might hurt him if he grabbed them wrong. which makes your heart ache for the millionth time, of course they’ve never seen anything like a cookie before. what did you expect?

“They are cookies, a treat. eat it, if you wanna” you explain quickly, sun looks up at you with a semi-shocked look. before slowly turning around and giving a cookie to moon, who just grabs it and stares at it like it came from space and chirps something at sun.

after maybe a few minutes or so of just confused staring and talking to each other, no doubt about the round brown thing they were holding that was suppose to be food. Sun seems to have gotten the courage to close his eyes and take a bite into the soft treat.

it took 3 seconds before he realized how good it actually tastes and it was in fact, food.

Suns eyes go wide, and you can swear you can see stars in them as his frills go spike up like a flower and his tail wags slightly with delight. you made him happy, the bean is happy, you can die peacefully now.

Moon stares in shock at his brothers reaction to the sweet before sun chirps something at him, and he hesitantly bites into his cookie. which is met with the exact same reaction. both brothers look at each other and eat the rest of their cookie in one bite

you laugh lightheartedly at the display. “well im glad you like them.” sun looks at you with a lot less fear than when you first sat down. moon, you noticed seemed to be looking next to you instead.

“moon?” you called, you probably should’ve suspected what was going to happen next, seeing their reactions to the treat. but it shocked you nonetheless . in the span of 3 seconds, moon had pounced out of the shelter and grabbed the cookie box and then darted back in, aggressively hissing at you once he was back into the safety of the coffee table.

you stared at sun, who was staring at moon with a shocked expression and alarmingly chirping at him, then stared at moon, then where the cookie box once was, then back at moon. you were too far in your surprise that moon just *did that* to be notice when sun realized they were probably in trouble and tensed, frills pressing against his head in fear again as he stared at you with anxiety written all over his face.

all of that tension turned to confusion when you began to laugh out loud. guess they really do like the cookies, and here you were fretting that they might not like it!

“you can keep that box bud, but i wont recommend downing them all at once. thats not good for you.” normally you wouldn’t let this slide, but you didn’t wanna try and take the cookies back, and its just one time, how bad can it be?

that seemed to be the right answer, moons face was full of disbelief and shock. sun seemed shocked too, but was relieved. you stood up and walked away. Glad that that whole exchange went smoothly

ASDJKSJKJSKJK AAAAAREEEEEEEEEEEEEE

(dying noises)

First of all I LOVE THIS WAT WOOOO CRYING HHAAAAAHHHHH

Second I just loved that you put that i don't give you guys enough fluff (kicks away chapter 6 draft and writes note to self to reduce the amount of angst from the original 90% down to 50%)

Third I WAS CRYING WHEN IT SAID THAT Y/N COULD DIE PEACEFULLY NOW (WHEEZE)

Forth THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS FLUFF MOMENT WOOO I LOVE IT YESSSSSS