#he doesn’t notice she’s right behind him

[atyourmerci]

I hope your daddy doesn’t own a gun

Southern dbf!abby

Cw: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, subfem!reader, age gap (r! Is 20, abby is in her 30s), masturbation, phone sex if you squint and turn your head, lil sprinkle of degradation, fingering, voyerism, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: I hate this<3

They all saw you as a child, still just daddy’s little girl in your pigtails and bloomers. Even at twenty, after ditching the pigtails and swapping the bloomers with mini skirts that let your ass peak out, didn’t deter their perception of innocence.

Your father was a wealthy man, charismatic and giving that drew the people around him in. Most of his friends watched you grow from childhood, through the ugly duckling phase, all the boyfriends, and growth of your now womanly figure. Not that they noticed. Not that you cared- other than her, Abigail, your father’s best friend from college. Abigail went on to work at your father’s company after college and frequented your life from birth.

You couldn’t recall when it shifted, when she went from your father’s best friend to a toy dangled in front of your face, so close yet unattainable. Clean cut, dressed in button ups, khakis, the cowboy boots that peaked through the bottom of them. Her hair neatly tied in a braid.

The only time you’d seen it down was when your dad held a backyard rager you snuck out to watch. Most of the party had dissipated late into the night, but you had spotted Abby and one of the receptionists in your pool. You watched as the pretty receptionist lazily dragged the strands out with her fingers as Abigail worked her mouth around her chest.

Thats when the heat in your chest began for her, watching her control. Seeing how she could have anything she wanted. You wanted her to desire you, need you so badly shed take you there, even with the risk of wondering eyes.

-

This night ended as they all did. At the end of the night you’d get sent to your room so they could smoke cigars and speak of vulgarities that you now were more than aware of. For fucks sake you were in college now, getting tossed around by pitiful girls that still couldn’t make you come. Abby would, you knew it.

You’d touch yourself at night to the thought of her for the past couple of years, she’d know how to take care of your needy cunt. You’d think of yourself in the pool that night, how your fingers would dance through her hair. The scent of musky pine still overwhelming your senses even though her skin was bleached of pool water. How her fingers would feel deep inside you, her hand covering your mouth to quiet you.

Your father would kill her.

“Alright hun, why don’t you head to bed,” your father says after a fit of laughter. Everyone continues the comfort, your eyes dart to Abby, who seems to be the only one privy to your father’s prompt.

“Dad don’t you think i’m too old for that now,” you try not to get defensive but it comes out bitchy. He gives you that stern glare, the ‘don’t make me ask you again’ look and you glance back at Abigail who gives you a pitied pout, “be a good girl, listen to your father.”

You huff out, making a scene and storming off. Slamming your bedroom door behind you, infuriated. Pissed at your father for treating you like a child still, pissed at Abigail for backing him up. Pissed that she looked so good tonight, the way she put her hand on your lower back to pass you, whispering a ‘xcuse’ me darlin’. Maybe it was her goal to work you up just to leave you helpless and begging.

Your window has a shot of the backyard, all your father’s friends laughing over cigars and bourbon. Pissed how she called you a good girl, right in front of your father, everyone, knowing the effect it would have on you.

She wanted to tease you, work you up in front of everyone? Then they should all watch what she did, a careless act on both ends.

Throwing yourself on your warm sheets, pulling up your sundress to reveal your bare cunt. Driving your head back into the sheets as your fingers work at the pulsing flesh, so tense from the slow incline Abby had you on all day. Your fingers slid so easily through your folds, pearly white slick coating your harsh fingers.

Your breath panting and eager, so ready to revel in your own pleasure after being ripped from it. You’re already close, feeling your stomach tighten in anticipation as you feel your phone buzz at your side. ‘Abigail Anderson’ illuminates your face, without giving yourself a chance to catch your breath you answer.

“Don’t you dare think of coming,” Abby says sternly. Your face flushes, fuck. You peer your weary eyes at the window next to your body, Abby stands a couple feet away from the men, staring dead at you through the glass.

“Wha-“ you pant out, staring dumbly at the woman that never gave you this extent of her control. Your head drops back down onto your pillow, too embarrassed to admit your shameful actions.

“I didnt tell you to stop, did I sweetheart?” Abby says with smugness in her tone.

“N- no ma’am,” giving into her so easily, running your hand down your body to meet back at your sopping cunt that buzzes at her words. “Good girl… you like that, don’t you?” She says doubling down- so fucking sure of her power over you, your mind, your cunt.

“Yes Abby- yes! please Im so close,” you bite down on your lip for relief, your hole clenches over nothing, fingers eagerly tracing circles around your swollen bud. Any moment you’d break, heels digging into your frilly sheets as your chest soaks with sweat. You hear the line go flat on your phone.

You were too fucked to stop, you were going to let yourself have this. Gripping into the sheets you prepare yourself, legs shaking as your door swings open to Abigail. Your legs wide open for her eyes to feast on, she takes a moment to gawk at the sight before locking the door behind her.

She walks over to the head of your bed, unbuttoning her shirt as she watches you drive lazy motions over your clit. She discards her shirt to the side, revealing her bare chest. Climbing so slowly up to you she places her hand on your sloppy cunt, cupping it as her other hand covers your mouth, “Don’t make a sound and I’ll let you come.”

Wild eyed you nod your head, letting her run her thick fingers down the slit of your cunt to collect your release. The smell of pine thick in the air, the sound of her fingers dragging in and out of you the only peep to be heard.

“you think about this all the time don’t you darlin? Turned into a nasty little girl, didn’t ya.” Abby begins to pick up her pace, fingers sliding in so easily. Your eyes roll back, mind going numb.

“Tight little cunt you got, swallowing my fucking fingers,” you try not to scream out, but her unrelenting pace at your hole was getting to be too much. The feeling of spilling over hitting you once again. Your screams are muffled by her meaty hands, but she can feel your pulse around her.

“You gonna come baby?” Abby coos, looking at you pitied and cruel. You shake what motion you still had left in your head.

“Be quiet so your daddy doesn’t hear what a whore his little girl is,” she laughs at how pathetic you are, all from just her fingers.

like that you’re set off, squirming under her heat as she fucks your pussy through it, watching you opened mouth panting as your head pushes into your plush pillows. Biting into the flesh of her palm cant block off the guttural scream you let out. She pushes down harder at your mouth but only pushes her fingers deeper. Every last drop she was going to get out of you.

Thats when you hear the ring of a jiggle on your locked doorknob.

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[paisleypens]

Hello! I hope you’re having a good day. I heard you were taking requests so I have an idea!!

How about a Spencer Reid x Fem!shy!reader who is really quiet around the team? And so she doesn’t talk to them much? (Especially Spencer because she likes him!)

So to show her love/affection she does small things for him but doesn’t admit she was the one who did so. (Like making his coffee, secretly organizing his desk, like little kind things)

I want the confession to happen but I don’t know how I want it so you can decide! Have a little fun with it if you will.

I hope you can write this, and I’m so so sorry if it’s something you don’t want to write or feel uncomfortable with it. I just wanted to give you an idea for a story! Let me know if you don’t want to or if you will either way is fine with me!

I’m sorry if I didn’t include enough details and thank you for taking the time to read this!

Have a lovely day. 💕

(ALSO I READ YOUR OTHER SPENCER STORIES THEY WERE SPECTACULAR)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH STOP IT MOST POLITE ASK EVERRR

this is genius btw and ive been writing so much to avoid things i actually have to do so… THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME LMAO

acts of service | spencer reid x f!reader

let me know what you think <33

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The BAU office buzzed with its usual energy as Spencer Reid meticulously poured over case files, his mind racing through complex connections only he could decipher. Among the team, a shy figure often went unnoticed, working hard behind the scenes. Y/N, the quiet and reserved member of the team, kept to herself, her actions speaking volumes that words couldn't describe.

Spencer often found his desk mysteriously tidied up, papers organized, and his favorite pens neatly arranged. Coffee appeared magically beside his laptop, always sickeningly sweet, just how he liked it. At first, he attributed it to the office fairy, a playful term Morgan coined. However, as time passed and the small acts of service continued, Spencer couldn't ignore the pattern.

One evening, as the team gathered after a long day, Derek leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting with mischief. "Hey, pretty boy, you ever notice how Y/N here keeps your world in order without saying a word?"

"What do you mean?" Spencer furrowed his brow, glancing at her, who was discreetly arranging files nearby.

Derek chuckled, nudging Spencer. "Come on, Reid. The coffee, the desk, all those little things. It's like having a secret admirer right under your nose."

Spencer's gaze softened as realization dawned on him. He watched you for a moment, noticing the slight blush that dusted her cheeks as she worked. In that moment, he saw beyond the quiet demeanor, understanding the depth of these silent gestures.

The next morning, Spencer arrived at the office earlier than usual, a determined gleam in his eyes. He set about making coffee, meticulously following Y/N’s routine, ensuring every detail was perfect. As she entered, surprised to see him there, he offered a shy smile, holding out a mug of freshly brewed coffee.

"Morning," he greeted softly, his usually fast-paced words slowed by a newfound nervousness.

Y/N blinked in astonishment, taking the mug from his outstretched hand. "Th-thank you, Spencer.”

He nodded, his cheeks tinged with pink. "I just wanted to say... I appreciate everything you do. Your actions speak louder than words, and they haven't gone unnoticed, I just hope you meant it in the way I interpreted it."

A smile bloomed on her face, warmth spreading through her chest. Finally feeling understood, she replied, "I like you too, Spencer. And not just for the coffee."

From that day forward, Spencer and Y/N shared more than just a quiet understanding. Silent acts of love were now met with drawn out conversation and reciprocated gestures, creating a bond that spoke volumes even when rooted in the absence of sound.

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[velvetchrry]

━━━━ PRETTY LITTLE BIRDS (2)

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader

2k. you play darts.

You can feel a warmth in your cheeks as you follow closely behind Simon. He parts the crowd easily, and you notice multiple pairs of eyes on you as you walk by. You do a small smile and wave to the table of your coworkers, most of them looking at you bug eyed. The girl who approached him earlier has her jaw on the floor. Hopefully she doesn’t take it personally.

He stops when he approaches the table he was sitting at earlier. “This is Johnny, Gaz and Price.” You smile at them and give a soft hello. Simon tells them your first name, and you assume he knew it from your badge the other day.

“Aye, Doc!” Johnny exclaims. His energy is contagious and you can’t help but return his smile.

“Nice to see you again, how’s the knee holding up?”

“Ach, fine. No issue,” he swats his hand, as if to swat your concern away.

“I’m not actually a doctor, y’know,” you add softly.

He shrugs his shoulders and Simon pulls out a chair for you to sit on, thanking him as you do. He silently walks the short distance to the dartboards and starts talking to a group of guys standing there.

“So, LT invite ye to our dart game?” Johnny asks, pulling your attention from Simon’s broad back.

“Oh, I don’t mean to impose on you guys…”

“Nonsense,” Johnny cuts you off, again waving his hand in the air. “Cap’s leavin’ anyway, so we could use a fourth.”

Simon walks back over to the table and places his hand on the back of your chair. You almost shiver as his fingers make contact with your back, knuckles brushing the fabric of your shirt. “Board’s ours.”

Johnny gets up and claps his hands together. “Let’s do this. Gaz, on me. Doc with Simon.”

Simon offers a hand to you and you use it to help yourself stand up. Price stands up, downs the rest of his whiskey and bids everyone a goodnight. The four of you do the same. “Don’t have too much fun you lot,” he calls out behind him as he walks toward the door.

The ghost of Simon’s fingers trail on your lower back as the group makes its way to the dartboards. The guys Simon talked to earlier clear out when they see your companions and Simon nods at them in return. Johnny pulls the darts out of the board as a waitress stops by to grab your drink order.

“Round a Jamo shots,” Gaz says to the waitress. Johnny laughs as he walks back to the table — darts in hand — noticing that you pulled a face. “Not a fan, bonnie?”

“Erm, not entirely… what about a compromise? Picklebacks?!” you suggest.

“Dinnae know what that is,” he admits. Gaz shakes his head. Simon stays behind you, silent. Observing.

“Shot of Jameson, followed by a chaser of pickle juice.”

Now it’s Johnny’s turn to pull a face. “Alright lass, if that's what ya want.” He nods to the waitress and she makes her way back to the bar. Johnny and Gaz argue over which game to play while you and Simon settle up to the high top. It’s chairless, like the rest of the high tops at the bar. Simon’s broad leg brushes against yours.

“So, how long you been working on base for?”

“Not long,” you admit. “A few months now.”

“Mmm. What convinced ya to join up?”

“My grandpa actually. He was medic and I would beg him to tell me his stories growing up… when I finished P.A. school, this job kind of fell into my lap and well… I took it as a sign.”

Johnny dumped the red set of darts in front of you and Simon when he walked back to the table. Gaz was firmly clutching the blue set in his hands. Right on cue, the waitress brings by four shots of Jameson and another four shot glasses full of pickle juice on a serving tray and places each in front of everyone. You bite your lower lip and try to look at Simon from your periphery. Is he gonna take off the mask?

“Cheers,” Gaz holds up his Jameson shot and Johnny follows. You join in, Jameson in one hand and pickle juice in the other. Simon lifts his large hand, the shot of Jameson engulfed in it, and you all clink glasses. Simon's hand brushes up against you, and you feel a spark run through your fingertips down to your toes. You visibly shiver from the minimal contact. What am I? A nun?!

You tap the bottom of your Jameson shot on the table before taking both the Jameson and then the pickle juice back in one breath hold. Johnny hoots in approval before him and Gaz take both shots right after. “Good call bonnie, kills the burn right off.”

When Simon lifts the bottom of his mask up from his chin and takes both shots, you swear you really must be a nun with how little of his face showing suddenly soaks your panties through. You see the strong outline of his jaw, and a very old, muted scar that runs slanted down his chin. A smattering of blonde 5 o’clock shadow is the last thing you notice before he pulls his mask back down. You quickly look away before someone can notice you drooling.

“Gaz, you’re up,” Johnny announces.

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You have a tell when you’re about to shoot. You do this little side to side sway with you hips that Simon can’t help but watch. The soft noises you make after each throw that have him wondering if he can provoke those same sounds from you in bed.

He noticed you studying him with the mask pulled up from under his chin, your shiver as he brushed his hand against yours. Touch starved little bird.

He imagines what he could make you do with the promise of seeing all of him. Wonders if you would let him mark you as his, teeth meeting soft pillowy flesh.

He isn’t sure why you haven't asked about the mask yet. He’s never met a woman interested in him who hasn’t. He’s sure you’re curious — and it’s clear you were trying to get a peek of him earlier from the corner of your eye — but here you are, respecting that it’s just a part of him. That alone serves to make him a little hard.

Simon holds his breath when you stand too close to him. Your perfume threatens to send him over the edge, a soft floral and citrusy scent that has his muscles tightening.

You’re shit at darts. Absolutely horrible — although you do get a few lucky shots in every once in a while. He wants to teach you — the rough pads of his fingers caressing your silky smooth center while he breathes in your ear how to shoot. He wants you dripping down his fingers as you aim the dart, wiggling your hips just slightly before you throw it, him slipping two fingers inside of you and…

“It's your turn, Simon!” you exclaim, slight buzz coloring your cheeks as you hand the darts to him.

Fuck. He’s got a massive hard on right now. No way he can come out from behind the table.

“You take my turn for me, dove.”

“Wha.. really?! But… you’re the only reason we have a shot at winning.”

It’s true, Simon hasn’t missed a single shot all night. Not that Gaz and Soap aren't sharpshooters, but their talent has an inverse relationship with the amount of booze they consume, and right now the two of them combined are about neck and neck with the two of you.

“Absolutely. You got this.”

His praise warms your cheeks even further. He’s happy you haven’t drank much, unlike Gaz and Johnny. You’re still aware, cognizant. He doesn’t want to lose you to a drunken stupor, even though he’d be happy to hold your hair and then punish you for it in the morning with a few good spanks.

After a few lucky shots from you, he hears Gaz and Johnny moan something about hustling the two of them. Johnny pats you on the shoulder as you pass him and head straight for the table with Simon.

“Good work little dove.”

You beam, but blow it off by shrugging your shoulders before bumping one against his arm. “I have a good partner.”

Johnny and Gaz come up to the table. “Who’s up for ‘nother round? Ay, what were those shots we took earlier Doc?” Gaz asks.

Simon watches you closely as you put your small hands up and wave them around in front of your face. “Oh… no more shots for me, thank you.”

Gaz and Johnny both groan but Simon cuts them a look that has them backing off. “We’re gonna grab a quick one at the bar then, be right back,” Johnny says, practically pulling Gaz with him.

“Alright?” Simon asks you once they've left.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. This is… fun. I haven’t had much lately.”

Simon’s fingertips trace the wood grain of the table. “Why not?”

You shrug. “Self inflicted, really. Once I moved here, I didn’t know anyone and I didn’t exactly force myself to go out. Plus, I went on one really terrible date the first week I was here. After that, I figured I would just take the time to get my bearings first.”

Simon chuckles a little. “How terrible?”

You sigh slightly. “Well… to be honest… he was dreadfully boring and self absorbed. Some guy who works in… finance?” You waved one of your hands around. “He only talked about himself and how good he was at his job, then when we were about to leave he asked if he could ‘pencil me in’,” you make air quotations with your fingers “for a lunch date back on base. I lied and told him lunches are too hard for me to get away and have been avoiding him ever since.”

“Wait, he works on base? A suit?”

You shrug your shoulders, not knowing his terminology. “Lucky for me, we must not work near each other, otherwise he’d see I take most of my lunches outside under the trees by the track.”

You couldn’t know this, but Simon makes a mental checklist in his head to not only see if he can figure out who this suit is, but to scope the trees near the running track on Monday. He can’t have his little bird in harm’s way. He can only imagine which soldier’s eyes you’ve caught while sitting and enjoying your lunch. That track gets a fair amount of use considering there are more people stationed on base than there is room in the gym, and spring has just rolled around.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon mutters under his breath. You whip your head in his direction in time to see Johnny trying to stand on the bar, shirtless, and to the dismay of the bartenders. Gaz is cheering him on. Simon spins off the table and walks to the bar with swift intent. He barks something you can't hear at Johnny, who’s color drains from his face and gets down from the bartop. Simon flicks him on the nose and you can hear Johnny yelp. Gaz looks terrified in the corner. He drags both of them by the ear back to the high top.

“Should get these two idiots home. Let me give you a ride to your flat.”

You shake your head. “That’s okay, thank you though.”

Now it’s Simon’s turn to shake his head. “Look, your friends are gone. Let me give you a ride home so I know you make it safe.”

“Please hen, maybe he’ll take it easy on us if ye ride wit!” Johnny pleads and his brow scrunches more after he speaks, Simon pinching down harder on his ear.

Simon hears your hearty laugh before you turn around and notice that indeed your coworkers have all left for the evening. “Almost bar close, anway,” Simon adds.

You bite that damn lip again and look around for a second before speaking. “Well if you’re sure…”

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[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 7

part 1, prev part

Hospitals brought a sense of comfort to Dustin that he didn’t quite understand. Or felt he could even admit. Somewhere among the bustling doctors and the constant beeping, he’s reminded that people are being saved every day. That the people inside these walls are doing their best to make sure his friends stay alive. And at the end of the day, or week, or month, he’ll be able to talk to them again.

That’s what he tells himself every time he walks through the hospital doors. When he goes to the front desk with a smile and asks if it’s ok he visits his friends. When he reads to Eddie as many days as he can and sits next to Lucas in Max’s room. That this place is the best possible place for them to be. That they will be home soon.

It doesn’t matter that they will be changed, it doesn’t matter that they might not be the same. At the end of the day, their alive. Their still here. Dustin doesn’t have to attend another funeral for his friend. Doesn’t have to get dressed in a stuffy suit and hear words of sorrows from people who didn’t care that much when the person in the ground was alive. Instead, he’ll throw a party so big it will shock the smiles right back onto their faces.

Make the bleak seem light again.

Deep inside though, something he never will admit, his own smile starts to fade every day. Seeing his friends lie unconscious on the bed in the same position they were the day before. Nothing changed. Nothing noticeably different. The same tubes still attached. It’s disheartening seeing the bravest people you know stuck somewhere they can’t leave.

The only difference this time is that Steve is there walking beside him. Discharged the day before, wearing his own clothes. Given an ointment for his scars to make sure they heal right and reduce any swelling that might still occur. One to numb the phantom pains when they come and help when they inevitably itch so bad it makes him want to scratch his skin off. Out of the three people who spent the night in the hospital, Steve was the one with the best outcome.

Which is strange to say, since he did pass out from blood loss and lost a good bit of flesh to those damned bats. Has a scar around his neck from their tails that make people’s head turn to look a second time. Think Steve did something he would never even think of. Couldn’t think of. There was too much here that Steve couldn’t leave behind. That any of them could leave behind.

This group of theirs, it was a family. The biggest and best one that ever lived. Where people stepped in to the roles that were given up. Lost. Never had. People come into each other lives just to make them better. It didn’t matter how they met. Everyone had to meet somehow.

It’s why Dustin keeps coming back day in and day out. Insists that he is family when the receptionist asks. This is what real family does. They stand by each other until the end. Give strength when it’s needed so they can get back up again.

Max is the first stop today. An intensity Dustin’s never felt before waiting for him in the room. Like a cloud of misery rests above their heads. Smacking his smile right off his face.

Lucas’s chin rests on his hands, while his elbows dig into the hospital mattress. He looks at Max with tears in his eyes. She’s asleep, the heart monitor attached to her fingers. Breathing tube still resting in her nostrils, just for assistance. Looking stiff with the casts wrapped around her limbs.

“What happened?” Dustin asks bluntly, pulling a chair to sit next to Lucas. He’d rather get to the point that wander around the subject.

Lucas swallows. “You know they scheduled a bunch of tests now that she’s out of the coma. Well, the eye tests were not that intensive, and she wouldn’t have to stay awake for longer than a few hours to get them done. And-.” He gets cut off when a shaky sob crowds his throat.

“And?” Dustin presses. Trying to be gentle but he’s starting to fear the worst. Already making a list of everything that could go wrong, getting ready to check them off.

He’s done research for this. Went to the library and checked out as many books as possible about nerve damage, eye damage. Scars and PTSD. Anything to make him prepared for any diagnosis. To be the best he could for his friends. Ease his own mind while he’s at it.

But nothing he could have done would have prepared him for the words that leave Lucas’s mouth. How they are so pressing that Lucas has to leave the room. Dustin watches as he steps out with tears streaming down his face. Steve pulling him into a hug before the door shuts behind him.

With all of the possibilities, this was the one that none of them wanted. The one that was the worst of his list. Written last in his mind because of how bad he didn’t want it to happen. Proof that none of them were as invincible as he liked to believe. Wanted to feel.

Max was almost entirely blind.

The room starts to close in around him as he stares at the hospital bed. As the heart monitor persists, getting louder with every thump of Max’s heart. Proof that she’s alive, but not proof for how well she is going to live. The life she will face that is so different than the one she had a week ago. Two years ago.

When they brought Max into this hellscape of a situation, Lucas presented her with a choice. To live happily in ignorance, or face the bitter truth that hides underneath this town. Max made her choice. Dustin has never wished she chose differently more than he did right now.

It was easy to believe that everything would be ok, when nothing really bad ever happened directly to you. Sure, he’s lost people. Almost lost people. But the ones he cared the most about were still here. Still above ground. In the end, Dustin could still walk away smiling.

He doesn’t quite feel like smiling anymore.

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UNBELIEVABLE

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X CHUBBY READER

Mentions: Club, Virgin reader, Alcohol, Jealous kats, Fluff

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“ It’s unbelievable. I can’t believe she said yes! Ugh she’s the best” Kirishima said with his heart full of love. “Yeah Yeah Yeah we get it you have a girlfriend. Quit rubbing it in.” Denki replied, rolling his eyes. “ The rest of us are single as fuck.” Sero said. You felt defeated as well. 

You like Katsuki Bakugou. Sure he’s loud, explosive, crazy, has a hard time expressing himself, and is reserved but you like all those and more traits are very cute. You know he has his own little ways of saying thank you, sorry, or that he cares. You like the way he laughs and smiles, which is rare. His cooking is amazing. You love the way he always pushes forward and doesn’t allow anything to stop him. You’re basically head over heels for this man. Little did you know he likes you just as much as you like him. It is so insane how neither of you knows it. The girls tell you and you always say “ You guys don’t make me delusional.” You thought that way because you didn’t consider yourself beautiful. You’re a chubby girl. You hate your stomach fat. You hate the stretch marks. You hate when you sit down, your fat rolls. Katsuki thought otherwise. He loves your stomach rolls, He loves the way your costume shows off your thighs. He thinks your stretch marks are cute. He always says he wants you to squeeze his head in between your thighs. He knows there's so much more to love. He wants and needs you so bad. He is willing to do anything for you to be his girlfriend. He's on his knees at this point.

As time went by you did notice yourself spending more time with him. He threw hints at you. You did miss a few but then connected the pieces later on. 

“ Hey!! Come on dance with us!!!” Mina yelled over the loud music. You took your last 3 shots. “ Finally girl !!!” Momo yelled. You had 2 horrible weeks. You were desperate to have time off and have fun. You were all dolled up. You straighten your hair and put on simple makeup. The dress you wore was a bit short. It hugged you beautifully. The heels made you look even more sexier. Some guys were checking you out. Including Katsuki. You finally let yourself free. You danced like no one was there. Mina and Momo danced with you. A guy dances up behind you. He placed his hands on your waist. You couldn’t give 2 fucks. Katsuki was losing his mind. He was so jealous his small explosions said it all. The guy ran his hands down to your thighs. “When are you going to confess to her!? You’re dying right now! Go claim her!” Izuku said, smacking his head, over the loud music. Usually Katsuki would blow up at him but he was so focused on you. The topic. “ What if I just make her drift away!?” Katsuki asked. “Oh wow. I didn’t know that Katsuki Bakugou was such a loser!” Izuku said, knowing exactly what he was doing. “ Yeah what a pussy!” Kirishima yelled, pushing Katsuki’s button. He went to the dance floor and gave the guy a nasty stare. He was getting way too handsy. You only allowed it because you want experience. You’re a virgin, You never had a boyfriend before, zero dates, you haven’t even had your 1st kiss yet, you just started drinking like a month ago, and this is your 3rd time at a club. You dancing with a guy and a bit sexually is NEW. The man stood his ground against Katsuki. That didn’t stop the explosion boy. He leaned down to your height and kissed you. You gave in and kissed him back. The guy saw how you guys were making out. He left. You knew it was Katsuki you were making out with even though you were drunk. You danced the night away. 4:25am hit. “ Let's get out of here pretty.” Katsuki said. You nodded. When both got to his apartment it got crazy. He pushed you against the wall after he closed the door and locked it. You made out like it was the last time you’d see each other again. “ Mhm fuck.” He said carrying you up stairs. He set you on his bed. You giggled as he took your heels off. He smiled at your drunk self. Now Katsuki knows you're inexperienced. “ Kkaattss!” you yelled. “Yeah I’m here,” he replied. He respectfully was babysitting you as you showered. He stood facing the wall asking if you were good. After drying up and changing into clothes he lent he blew  dry your hair and soon after that you were laying on his bed. Still drunk. He was surprised how you even managed to shower thoroughly. He then took his time to take a nice warm shower. “ Kats!” you laughed like an idiot then suddenly went quiet. Once he was changed he turned the lights off and got into bed. “You good?” he asked, playing with your hair. “ Wish. You- were h-herruu actuchily.”you said slurring your words. You touched his hair gently. He pecked your forehead. 

The following morning you woke up to him holding you. “K-Katsuki?” you questioned. “Yeah?”he replied. “W-what am I doing here?” You lifted the sheets, fully clothed. You sighed in relief. “We didn’t do anything…It’s unbelievable,” he replied. “ What is-are you calling me a slut? That I’m easy or something!?” you said you were upset. “It’s unbelievable that you’ve always been in my heart and in my mind. Now you’re waking up here in my bed. You’re mine.” He replied holding you. You blushed. “ I like you so much, kats.” you confessed. “I like you so much Y/n.” he replied. You both felt complete and happy.

Why don’t we- unbelievable

#my hero academy fanfiction #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #kacchan #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #katsuki x you #katsuki x reader #anime #fanfiction #bnha katsuki #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #fanfic #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki #bakugo #my hero academy fanart #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo fluff

[coco-loco-nut]

Baby

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: Baby fever hits different when it’s George holding the baby

a/n: thanks to @glitterquadricorn for dropping the hint, it was received. i hope you enjoy it 🫶

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You always swore that you were never going to have kids. Well, maybe not never, but certainly not soon. George had talked to you about it, but respected that you didn’t feel ready and it wasn’t like you both were getting up there in age.

Now, you are sure that George had an ulterior motive than simply spending time with you and his family on a boat after driving around Monaco with his niece and nephew. One moment you were talking with his parents, and the next you are watching him gently hold a baby.

“Makes you want one, doesn’t it,” Alison says, noticing who you are looking at.

“No, not yet. But he does look utterly adorable holding her,” you say, ignoring the bit of baby fever growing in you. Okay, maybe a baby wouldn’t be so bad. It would be the cutest combination of you and George, and it would be a wonderful companion for when George is away. Oh, and showing up to races in a little race suit, then taking your kid karting just like it’s Daddy.

“Enjoy being young and child free, there is no rush,” she reassures you. You give her a thankful smile and stand up, walking over to George.

“Hi, Baby,” you coo, taking George’s niece from him. You may not want a kid yet, but you adored George’s nieces and nephew. George both loves and hates seeing you with the kids. He loves the way that you care for them, but he hates that it makes him want to have kids with you when you aren’t ready. It’s this moment that solidifies to him that he wants to marry you.

“Alright, it’s baby’s feeding time,” you pout as your favorite baby is taken from you.

“Auntie y/n!” Milly runs over and jumps onto the spot beside you.

“My favorite Milly!” you hug her. “did Georgie abandon you?” you ask her, hearing the jet ski out on the ocean.

“He’s with Leo on the jet ski,” Milly pouts.

“Well, that just means you get to spend time with the better one of us,” you say and wrap your arms around her. She looks tired from the sun as she rests her head on your shoulder. The two of you chat while George takes Leo on a ride.

“When are you and Uncle Georgie getting married?” she yawns.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, someday,” you gently squeeze her, letting her fall asleep on your shoulder. That’s how George finds the two of you, he quickly snaps a photo.

The family has been taking a lot of photos on this boat day trip with the intent of making a photo album. The sun is starting to set, so you head back to shore. You wake Milly up, reluctantly carrying her back to her parents.

“We will see you tomorrow for breakfast,” you stand a few steps behind George as he hugs his family goodbye. You follow behind, making your rounds before going back to his apartment.

“I am wiped, that sun makes me want to nap for a year,” you yawn as you enter the apartment.

“Cuddles sound nice,” George wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your head. You hug him back, soaking in the moment.

“Go take a shower, then join me in bed,” you tell him, knowing he will want to clean the seawater off of himself. You quickly strip and put on one of his shirts before crawling in bed. George joins you a minute later.

“The kids love you, you are a natural with them,” he says, pulling you close.

“Please, the image of you holding the baby made me consider having a baby right now. You are dad material,” you chuckle as George blushes.

“You looked just as beautiful holding her too,” he says, kissing the top of your head. You turn so you can look at him.

“I know we don’t want a baby right now, but we can always practice making one,” you wiggle your eyebrows causing him to laugh.

“You minx,” George grins, leaning down to kiss you.

It is safe to say that you practiced once or twice that night. George proposes in front of his family the next night, you are quick to say yes. A year later, you get married in a small ceremony back in England.

A few years later, once George is more settled with the career, and you have traveled the world together, you decide that if you were to get pregnant, both of you wouldn’t be upset, but you weren’t going to make a conscious effort to have a baby as soon as possible. You are both enjoying the aunt and uncle life, anyway.

A year later, you are sitting in the doctors office, a rare day mid season that George can join you, waiting to find out the gender of your baby. You could’ve found out months ago, but your appointments always seemed to be when George was away at a race. He always did make sure to fly you to close races and come home as often as possible.

“What do you want?” you ask your husband, who is standing beside you, playing with your hair.

“A healthy mom and baby,” he smiles as you roll your eyes.

“Boring answer. You are such a girl dad, so I hope it’s a baby girl,” you tell him, gently rubbing your stomach. You just know it’s a girl.

You were right, you sent a selfie of you and George with the sonogram and the gender to the Russell family group chat.

“Should we announce it?” You ask George. Since you were well into the second trimester, you haven’t been to a race in at least a month, and fans were getting curious.

“Do you want to? I don’t want fans to overwhelm you,” George holds the car door open for you, extending his hand for you to hold as you climb in.

“I think I’m ready, we should before rumors start,” you tell him once he gets into the drivers seat.

“I will follow your lead, my love,” he tells you. You have a maternity shoot the next day, so you wait until you get the photos back to announce it. The outpouring support is overwhelming, and the fans are excited to see you at the Monaco Grand Prix. It makes you all the more excited for your little family.

George is incredibly thoughtful throughout the pregnancy, always having meals delivered to you, and he is a new level of clingy when he is home with you. You don’t mind because you are getting doted on when your body feels awful, so the idea of letting him do everything is appealing. He does hate the body pillow, he cannot wait until he can easily cuddle you again.

“George, I love you and this baby, but I want her out and I wish we never had sex,” you groan, your whole body aching as you struggle to keep your breath even when speaking.

“I heard that sex can help speed up labor,” George says and you perk up.

“Let’s have sex,” you tell him eagerly, just wanting to not be pregnant anymore.

“You have such a way with words, darling, so seductive,” he jokes, helping you off the chair you are sitting on.

“Let’s go, you got me into this mess a few years ago while holding a baby, now it’s time to get me out of it.”

#f1 imagines #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #george russell #george russell imagine #george russell x reader #george russell imagines

[lovearthur]

Could you write something about Arthur seeing the reader for the first time and just being strongly attracted to her. Just cute little thoughts and fuzzy feelings? 🥺🫶🏼 context doesn’t really matter as in where & when I just want him to have happy thoughts <33

𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! afab/fem! reader . reader is referred to as “she” in his journal entry . clemens point chapter . arthur in love! . mary-beth being the biggest fan of u both

it was u.

u were the woman that he realised he was sweet on, the woman that he fell absolutely in love with. and he had no idea why.

maybe it was the way u treated him. the way u treated him so mindly, so sweetly. or how u knew that in reality that he wasn't all just strength and intimidation but infact that he was a really sweet man. a gentleman is what u thought of him. he even gave u a subtle... special treatment. in the way that he'd steal u away when u needed to be doing chores, sometimes even helping u with them. u listened to him when no one else did, u got him safely back to his tent when he decided to have a drink around the campfire.

u were his favourite in camp. no doubt about it. not like he'd never admit to anyone except his journal. that damn journal of his knew everything about u, he treated the journal like a close friend.

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𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓

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couldn't catch any game today. couldn't see any movement. I'll go out hunting tomorrow morning again. bring [name] if she wanted to join me. if not, i'll take charles.

by the campfire, she caught me sketching her again, damn fool i was. she looked real pretty, sitting there while laughing and talking with the other women, couldn't help it but sketch her. course, she looked at him and said a lot of goo things. eventually gave the sketch to her. saw it in her tent later on, she kept it. mary-beth always teases me about her, saying i should make a move or tell her. wonder if she even knows.

i'm just nervous. she deserves a better man, not me. not an outlaw man. im just one lonely idiot. in love with a girl like her.

ill see what hosea says. he's better at this than me.

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u were sitting with the women by the wagon, listening to karen's... rant about sean. really, u knew how much karen adored sean, but she wasn't sure of him completely. he was a fool sometimes, he always meant well. though, ur mind started drifting away to think of other exciting things...

u looked over to arthur. he was sitting opposite of the wooden table, talking to hosea. u always liked him, hosea. he was kind, and real wise. desppite being one amazing con-artist. and so, u understood why arthur liked him so much. he was one of the good men. u even saw a little bit of him in arthur sometimes. they always had such a good, close bond and that made u smile.

”caught him lookin' at you the other day.” mary-beth says with a smil3 on her face, her gaze down to keep sewing.

“huh? who?” u reply, not knowing who she was talking about. u knew none of the men gave u a second glance... or so u thought. “mr morgan! i saw him starin' at you, for so long. he didn't stop until he noticed that i saw him” she says, with that exciting tone of hers. and u immediately felt the butterfly feeling in ur stomach. arthur? staring at u? he was always so busy in and our of camp that u assum3d that he barely had time to sit and stare at u.

“oh, you're lyin'. he'd never.” u reply to her, a smile creeping onto ur face at the thought. staring at u? no way.. so, mary-beth leaned in a little closer. “hes lookin' at u right now!” she exclaimed, glancing behind u for a moment. a little confused, u turned around to see if she was right.

u caught him. u caught finally him staring at u. he looked back at hosea, continuing their conversation. ur heart fluttered.

as u turn back to face mary-beth, that butterfly feeling in ur stomach came back .“see? i told you!” she whispers, keeping that excited tone of hers.“it- its probably nothin', just happened.” u say, trying ur best not to get her hopes up. “oh, dont be like that, hes sweet on you, i just know it.” she replies to u, before continuing to sew again.

u gave the lead enforcer one more look and u caught his gaze once again. u always knew he looks at u different... lovingly, maybe? well, he was always sweet with u. tilly joked that it was special treatment that he gave u but u often denied it, of course. u had no idea what was up with him but u were determined to figure him out.

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𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓

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talked to hosea, helped me out a bit. said when the timings right that I should tell her and i should tell her when we're alone so maybe i should take her out on a ride or into town, get her away from camp before i go ahead with it. dutch says i should get all romantic but i dont know how, not my thing.

she caught me today. couldn't believe it. she was sitting and talking to mary-beth and she saw me, looking at her. god, what a fool i am but she's so pretty. so beautiful. still got that gun she bought me as a gift. never used it yet, she wants me to but i don't. wouldn't want to ruin it.

shes so beautiful, a real good girl. no one else like her in this life. that woman just does something to me that I can't describe. must be some of that charm that she always jokes about, or that mouth of hers that keeps herself away from trouble in town. i have no idea how she does it but she does it well. hopefully, she could be my woman one day.

planned to give her that sliver necklace i bought just before we moved camp. its pretty as a picture, just like her, too. it'll suit her just fine, I know it. just got to figure out when to give it to her. maybe tomorrow after i come back with lenny, karen, bill, get her alone before anyone else needs me again.

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#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr #red dead redemption #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 fanfic

[gorae]

feeling better now?

pairing — sim jaeyun x gn!reader

tags — fluff, reader has a nephew and they are babysitting him together, jake gets jealous over a toddler, established relationship, a lot of kissing!, 1.1k words, unedited

“do you think he’s trying to say my name?” jake asks.

you shrug. “i’m not sure.” an amused smile forms on your lips as you watch the toddler try to climb up your lap.

the toddler, leo, is your cousin’s son, whom you’ve been entrusted by your cousin to babysit. the one-year-old has been incoherently babbling non-stop for the last few minutes, while jake, your beloved boyfriend, has been trying to decipher his words as he does so. “are you saying jake, leo? can you say jake?” you ask sweetly.

leo looks up at you when he realizes the question is directed at him. his big, brown, doe eyes bore into yours as a beat of silence passes. then he blinks once and continues on prattling.

jake frowns at him. “how about y/n? can you say y/n?” he prompts.

“y/n!” leo exclaims, throwing his chubby arms up and grinning wildly. you and jake panic for a moment when he stumbles, your arms getting thrown out in all directions to block his fall. leo only giggles when you barely catch him before he falls backward, while you and jake both simultaneously let out a relieved sigh.

while adorning a smile that puts his dimples on display, leo blinks up at you innocently. your heart melts at the sight, and with a single swoop, you bring leo into your arms and trap him in a hug. “gotcha!” you exclaim, which prompts him to giggle wildly.

the doorbell rings, “i’ll get it,” jake announces before rushing to open the door.

leo grabs onto your clothes as he makes an attempt to stand on his own. “that’s probably your mama, leo! you wanna see mama?” you ask, still keeping your hands near him in case he stumbles again.

his eyes sparkle excitedly. “mama!”

you smile at him and take that as your cue to pick him up and follow jake to the door. reaching the doorway, you see jake opening the door to reveal your cousin. “leo!” she grins, waving at her son.

leo mirrors her, grinning as he makes grabby arms at her. you make haste to pass him to your cousin, who immediately takes him in his arms. “i missed you, angel.”

you stand beside jake, letting him rest his hand on your waist as both of you watch leo nuzzle his small face into his mother’s neck. “thanks for watching him, you two,” says your cousin, returning her attention back to you and jake.

“it’s no big deal. we loved having him here. right, jake?”

jake nods, his hair bouncing as he does.

“we better go and get you,” your cousin pokes leo’s belly, evoking a laugh from him, “home now. you wanna kiss them goodbye, leo?”

without a verbal answer, leo leans forward clumsily, and you push jake a little to signal for him to lean down. jake grins when his tiny lips successfully land on one of his cheeks, muttering a quick “bye, leo” when the toddler pulls away.

leo doesn’t wait for a second longer before he starts leaning toward your direction, so you quickly steer your own head to make it easier for him. you’re unable to hold back a smile when leo successfully kisses your cheek, warming your heart in effect. you return the favor, kissing him on his cheek. leo shrieks happily, arms reaching up to touch his face. you laugh softly at his reaction.

“alright. thanks again, you two.” your cousin smiles. leo parrots his mom, waving his arm around in an attempt to wave goodbye. there is another round of goodbyes that ensued before they finally get in their car.

as you close the front door behind you, you notice jake’s unusually quiet disposition. you glance at him, only to spot a slight pout in his lips. “jake,” you call out. “what’s wrong?”

“huh?” he faces you. “nothing.”

“you’re quiet. something’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong.”

the moment you get near him, he lets you wrap your hands around his forearms. you search his face for any clues but he doesn’t let up. his plump lips are pursed while his dark brown eyes continue to waver and wander everywhere else but you. “come on, tell me.”

he finally lets his eyes meet yours. “promise me you won’t laugh.”

you free a hand to reach up and brush away the hair that was partly covering his eyes. “i promise.”

jake purses his lips again. “you’ve been giving him more attention than me.”

you cock your head to the side. “who?”

“leo.”

once you hear your nephew’s name tumble out of jake’s pouty lips, you laugh. however, when the corner of your boyfriend’s lips start to tug into a frown, you’re quick choke it back and fake a few coughs in an attempt to cover it up.

“you said you wouldn’t laugh!” jake whines. he squirms and tries to move away from you but your tender hands keep him in his place.

“you got jealous over a toddler?”

jake hates how you’re grinning mockingly. he wishes he could take his words back. but it’s true. you’ve been spending most of the day looking after leo, and had barely batted an eye about him. “i know it’s stupid-”

“it’s not stupid.” you grin, hands traveling up and down his forearms in an attempt to soothe his grumpiness. “it’s cute.”

jake huffs. clearly your attempt did not work. “stop lying. you’re holding back a laugh right now.”

you are still grinning. now you’re grinning at the sight of jake’s ears turning red. “because it’s cute,” you say, in a-matter-of-fact way. “you’re cute.”

his bottom lip was about to jut out when you lean in to quickly peck his lips. it’s astounding — how after all this time of dating him, you still manage to catch jake off-guard.

as you pull away, jake catches you smiling amusedly. he is immediately brought back to his feelings of childish envy towards his girlfriend’s nephew. “again,” he demands, with the pout back on his lips.

you shake your head, chuckling before you bring him in for another kiss.

and then another.

and then another one for good measure.

but to jake’s dismay, the kisses stop.

“feeling better now?” you tease.

he hums, dazed eyes still trained on your lips. “one more.”

his resolute answer and the finality of his tone, and of course, along with the undeniable attractive force between your lips, causes you to crash your lips into his again. this time, it was far from fleeting. jake has his hands firmly on your lips while yours are tousling the back of his hair. your lips move together in a slow rhythm, one that makes it harder for you to pull away. and when you do, you’re breathless.

“definitely better now.”

you laugh, both at his words and at the sight of his swollen lips. and then you kiss him again.

“okay,” jake says, in between kisses, “be honest now, it was stupid wasn’t it?”

“maybe a little.”

#nai's! 🩷 #kpop #enhypen #jake sim #sim jaeyun #sim jake #sim jaeyoon #enha #enha x reader #enha fluff #enha jake #jake sim x reader #jake enhypen #jake fluff #enhypen fluff #jake sim fluff #jake sim imagines #jake sim x you #enhypen jake #enhypen jaeyun

[skyward-floored]

Please oh please some Four and Wind hanging out or doing hero stuff? <3

How about both? (Set when they’re both a little older, early teens-ish)

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“Why is this guy robbing a fast food place? Why does everyone rob fast food places?” Wind huffed, face annoyed as he peered up over his seat at the guy pointing a gun at the cashier. “Wouldn’t a bank be better? These places can’t have that much money. The cashier just looks like he’s about to faint, that guy will be lucky if he gets anything. Sheesh. All I wanted was a burger...”

“Wind shh, I’m trying to think of a plan,” Four hissed, pulling him back behind the seat. “Get down here.”

Wind ducked under the table where Four was sheltering, avoiding a sticky puddle of dried soda as he scooted in next to him. They could still hear the robber at the counter talking, and Wind glared as a pair of boots wandered past their table.

One guy they could have just handled, but the robber had brought two others, and neither Wind or Four wanted to see how itchy his trigger finger was. Wind was pretty sure they were just some low-rate kind of criminals, but his Dad always reminded them not to underestimate people.

So he’d let Four make a plan. Even if he would’ve just jumped out there and made something up on the spot.

“Okay, whatcha got?” Wind whispered, and Four motioned to the abandoned fries he’d set up on the ground.

“Okay, so this fry is you, and this one is me. I was figuring we’d do that thing we did when—”

“I’m not that short,” Wind interrupted, and swapped the fry with one that was much longer. “There. Continue.”

Four rolled his eyes. “Right. So we don’t have space to change into our suits, so we can’t just charge out there, but if you go out and— Wind don’t eat that.”

Wind was eating the new fry he’d designated as himself. “What, this one wasn’t even fuzzy! And I’m hungry, they haven’t filled our order yet.”

Four swiped the probably months-old fry from his brother, then shook his head in exasperation.

“Wind focus. Look, just do that thing we did when we stopped that one mall robbery,” he said, and Wind perked up.

“Right, gotcha! I distract, you go thwack,” he said with a grin, and Four gave him a flat look.

“That doesn’t make any more sense then it did the first time you said it.”

“Well I like it.”

Four shook his head, then motioned Wind out, giving his arm a quick squeeze before he went. Be careful.

Wind squeezed back. I will.

Then he slipped out from under the table, quickly squishing a bunch of ketchup packets into his hand. The handful of other people in the restaurant watched him nervously, and Wind winked at a frightened-looking girl.

Then he squished the ketchup over his eye.

She giggled, and Wind turned to the counter, then let out a blood-curdling yell, collapsing dramatically to a knee.

All three robbers turned, their eyes going wide behind their masks when they saw the ‘blood’ all over his face, and Wind forcibly held back a grin.

“My eye!” he wailed, squishing another ketchup pouch in his hand. “I can’t see, I can’t see! It hurts!”

“Oh my gods, what happened?” one of the robbers whispered in a horrified voice, and no one noticed Four slip out of his booth and slowly work his way around to the counter.

Wind for once was glad for his baby-face as he began to cry, faking a coughing fit into his hand. He made sure that the ketchup in his hand was visible as he finished coughing, and one of the robbers made a gagging noise.

“I want my mom!” he wailed, and the three of them continued to stare in horror at him, looking unsure of what to do.

Four meanwhile, edged behind the counter, ducking beside the cowering cashier, who was almost certainly not being paid enough for this. He put a finger to his lips, then cautiously looked over the counter at where the robbers stood.

“Look, kid, calm down, I’m sure your mom is here somewhere,” one of the robbers finally said, sounding panicked as he looked at Wind. “I’m sure she can help you with your uh... eye.”

His face turned a little green from behind his mask, but it was then that the robber with the gun stepped a little closer, beginning to look suspicious.

“Wait a second. Guys, does that blood seem a little—”

Four cut him off by jumping up onto the counter, and then onto his back.

He quickly knocked the gun from his hand, and the man stumbled, obviously not expecting the weight of a teenager. He fell to the ground with a yelp, and Wind ran forward and kicked the legs out from under one of the robbers, surreptitiously using his winds to throw the other one to the floor.

He quickly grabbed their weapons as well, and Four gave him a fist bump as he hopped off the back of the one, the crooks all looking dazed at their sudden takedown.

“Nice going,” Wind said, and Four smiled back.

“You too.”

The cashier peeked over the counter from where he’d taken shelter, and visibly relaxed at the sight of the crooks on the ground. The other customers came out of hiding, and a few cheers went up from the small crowd, Wind rubbing his eye as he waved at them.

“...you good?” Four asked Wind, and Wind nodded, wincing as he blinked his eye a few times.

“Yeah. I just got ketchup in my eye. It stings too, what do they put in this stuff?!”

“Tomatoes. Which are acidic,” Four said with a little grin, and Wind sighed as people began to thank them, the restaurant manager looking especially relieved.

“Great. And I think I lost my appetite for burgers,” he grumbled, and Four chuckled as the manager walked up to them.

“I can’t thank you two enough, you’ve done quite a service for us here,” she smiled. “It’s not much, but can I offer you anything on the menu? It’s on the house.”

Wind quit his complaining instantly, and gave her a wide smile. “You know what? I was just thinking a burger would be delicious.”

Four hid his laugh, and he and Wind spent the rest of the afternoon eating way too many French fries.

#answers from the floor #lovely ixtaek #incredibles au #Incredibles au fic #lu wind #lu four #writing from the floor #they’re so silly goofy #would the ketchup thing actually work? probably not #but it was funny #and later when they go home Legend also thinks it’s blood and faints

[yiiyiiwrites]

Rafe x Burnt out, overachieving kook

From this [prompt] & [request]

Summary: requested from….Rafe realising he’s in too deep with you and confessing at the most inappropriate moment. Like pull yourself together lover boy.

In this moment, Rafe can’t take his eyes off of her as she turns the steering with the palm of her open hand. Her arm slung behind his seat as she reverses his truck. His back leant against the passenger door, her cardigan balled up in his grasp and pressed against the open wound on his side.

Her eyes flit back from the road and him, a lazy smile tugging his lips as he catches her gaze. She’s talking to him, but her voice is nothing but a soft mumble in his head. The spit and exaggerated lip movements tell him that she’s a mess, screaming almost as she tries to take control of the situation. Of him.

Rafe doesn’t know why his mind feels fuzzy, probably the loss of blood, but the thumping of his heart in his chest has him sliding down the door. Melting at the thought that she’s the one looking out for him, for once.

The dirt roads are bumpy, they both sway in the leather seats. Dirt and stone clouding the truck, brown dust coating the windows.

Blue and red lights flash and whirl behind, the way she handles the rough terrain and goes off track creating her own path, just makes Rafe feel a rush of pride and admiration. There’s no limit to what she’s willing to do.

“Rafe, you gotta stay with me.” She tapped his knee, truck jerking to the right briefly before her hand went back to the wheel. The red seeping through the yellow cardigan, has her picking up more speed.

“You’re really doing it for me,” Rafe mumbled, tongue heavy and throat dry. He shifts in his seat trying to reach out to her, bloody hand pawing her hair.

She glanced to him, thick brows furrowed as if he’s grown another head. “Sit back, you’re going to bleed out,” she snapped lightly pushing him away and muttering her apologies as the abrupt turn sent him sliding back.

“So hot.”

“Wait what, you have a fever? That’s a bad side effect of bleeding out right?” She’s got no idea what she’s talking about, the panic rising in her voice that it comes out as a squeak.

The flashing lights disappeared in the rear view mirror, sirens filtering away the further she drove. She found her way back onto the familiar dirt track, pulling Rafe’s truck into the boating shed.

Rafe watched her fling her seatbelt off, metal smacking the hard inner panel of the truck. She opened her door and walked around the bonnet to help him out of his seat. He slumped into her, arm hooking over her shoulder, lips tracing her ear as he whispers to her.

“You gotta help me out here Rafe.” She stumbled through the doorway, crashing into the next room and guiding him over to the lumpy sofa in the office.

She moved as if she’d been there before, muscle memory leading her to the cabinet of medical supplies.

“Love you,” Rafe murmurs as she leans over him, pushing him back into the sofa as tried to pull her closer.

A smile graces her face, head ducking to hide away from his gaze. She peeled the bloody cardigan from his side and rolled up his T-shirt.

“So good to me.” Rafe stroking her cheek, red smearing over her skin.

Chuckling and shaking her head, she cleans around the wound and placed a bandage on it. “Okay lover boy, pull yourself together.” She smirked, dragging his hand to hold it in place as she taped it on. It would hold for now, keep it safe but she needed to get him back to the trailer and get him stitched up.

Her hands tremble as she finally noticed the red coating them. Rafe knows she’s about spiral, she’s close to losing her cool.

Rafe grabs her face, fingers squeezing her cheeks to make sure she keeps her eyes on his. “Love you.” His voice is breathy, but he wants her to know he means it. Lips pressing against hers.

🫠 this request really had me thinking of soft Rafe.

#obx fanfiction #obx fic #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe fanfiction

[inlovewithyelenaa]

first time

40’s!bucky x reader

smut

bucky always knew that he would stay a virgin until he met the perfect woman. a nice, innocent and well mannered dame who would love and appreciate him. he began to grow worried that he would never find the right woman, until he met y/n. bucky and her have been dating for 2 years, even before he got the serum. bucky has always known that she was the perfect girl for him, and now he is ready to show her just how sure he is about her.

y/n hums as she cleans the kitchen. she has not seen bucky in months due to him being away with the military. y/n jumps in excitement as she hears a knock on the door. she smiles and giggles as she hurries to open the door. behind the door is her large, muscular and tall boyfriend, standing at about 6 feet and 6 inches. y/n and bucky always loved the height difference between the two of them. it turned both of them on to know that he could control her body and every movement because of how much larger he is than her. the moment that the door begins to open bucky rushed in, throws y/n over his shoulder, and begins speed walking to the bedroom. he throws her onto the bed as she lets out screams and giggles at the sudden action. bucky grabs y/n’s hand and puts in on his massive boner. she begins to palm him through his pants and he starts groaning as the two make out. “i need you so bad, baby. i know we talked about waiting until marriage but i know i am going to marry you and i need to be inside of you, i can’t wait anymore, doll, i need it, please.” bucky says. y/n is silent for a moment before she whispers “have me, buck. i’m all yours. fuck me”. bucky groans at y/n’s words and pulls off her skirt and top. he grabs her panties and rips them off her body. y/n gasps, but has no time to complain about her ripped panties, because bucky begins licking all over her pussy. y/n is automatically whimpering and whining for steve as he begins to insert one finger. he groans on her pussy as he feels how wet she is. she wetness immediately overtaking bucky’s senses and he can’t seem to get enough of her pussy. he is completely focused on eating y/n out that he doesn’t even realize that she is about to come. “bucky! baby! i’m coming don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”. he speeds up his motions and y/n finally falls over the edge with a scream. he retracts his fingers and y/n is panting and zoning out, so she doesn’t even notice bucky taking off his pants eagerly. he groans as he begins to stroke his cock, and this gets y/n’s attention. y/n’s jaw dropped. her eyes trailed down his body and she loved every inch of him. finally, her eyes land on his cock. it. was. huge. his cock was at least 8 inches, very thick and an aching pink red tip that was leaking pre-cum. how is this going to fit inside of me? y/n thought. “don’t worry sweetheart, it’ll fit i promise”. bucky grunted as he continued to pleasure himself. y/n sits up and wraps her small hand around bucky’s huge cock, mimicking the movements that he was making before. he immediately groans at the touch, as he can feel his balls tighten. he slaps y/n’s hand away as he pushes her back down on the bed. “i can’t wait any longer baby i need you now”. bucky growls as he rolls a condom over his large cock. once the condom is on he quickly gets on the bed, and begins to push in slowly while peppering kisses all over y/n’s face. once he is bottomed out, y/n has tears running down her face, and her makeup and hair is ruined. this is bucky’s breaking point. she looks so fucking hot and ruined over his dick that he can’t take it anymore. he begins pounding into y/n. her discomfort immediately turns into intense pleasure and she begins moaning very loudly into his ear. hearing his girl moaning so loudly brings steve closer to the edge, so he reaches down between their two bodies and begins rubbing her clit so they can come at the same time. y/n screams “oh my god babe i’m going to come! i’m going to fucking come!” bucky moves his fingers faster and thrusts faster. y/n squirts and the liquid goes in between their two bodies while bucky continues thrusting, feeling his high approaching. he bottoms out and groans loudly as he begins to come into the condom. “oh my god baby there’s so much cum it won’t stop y/n” bucky whimpers until his long orgasm comes to an end. as steve pulls out, he removes the condom, and sees the amount of come in the condom. “oh my god bucky…” y/n moaned as she licked the come dripping off of the tip of his dick. he hisses in overstimulation.

bucky drags y/n to the shower, and they spend time washing each other slowly and giggling as they cover each other in soap. after, they change the sheets of their bed to lay together and cuddle. “thank you, y/n. you were amazing. i can’t wait to marry you.” bucky whispers. “i love you so much, steve” y/n says as she presses a kiss to bucky’s lips. “i love you more, baby”. the couple goes to sleep, knowing that tomorrow morning they will wake up and repeat the fun all over again.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #winter solider x reader #winter soldier #winter soldier smut

[sadhours]

Pervy Billy please 🤤🤤🤤

okay okay, here’s a teaser of my upcoming series stuck in the middle with you

billy hargrove x pamela oc!mayfield

cw: 18+ minors dni, perv!billy, stepcest, psuedocest, teasing, groping, dry humping and masturbation

🎀🤍🚬🍦

It’s like the little bitch does it on purpose. Those shorts can barely be classified as such, they’re practically just underwear and she’s prancing around the house like she’s trying to get a rise out of Billy. It’s making him pretty damn bricked up, just trying to enjoy his fucking bowl of Wheaties.

They’re alone. Neil and Susan shopping, like they do most Saturday mornings and Billy’s got no idea where Max is nor does he care. Pamela is doing her chores, pale blonde hair bouncing whenever she reaches down to grab miscellaneous clutter. Thanks to the motion, he also notices she’s not wearing a bra; breasts swaying under her thin cotton shirt. God, her legs are long, he thinks as he skates his eyes up and down them.

Billy’s aware he’s staring. Part of him thinks Pamela wants him to. He shovels another spoonful of cereal in his mouth before dropping the bowl in the sink for Pamela to clean. It’s her chore after all.

He’s got his own chores. Lists them off in his head; fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom, organize the garage, mow the lawn, wack all the weeds and take out the garbage. They can wait, he decides as he keeps his place in the kitchen and watches as his step sister continues on with her chores. Chews on his lip as she uses the scrunchie on her wrist to tie her hair up in a bun. She starts by cleaning off the counters, putting everything back in its place before she takes her place at the sink. A smirk spreads across his lips and he crowds behind her, places his hands on the counter to cage her in.

Pamela tilts her head, doesn’t look at him but exposes her neck like she’s expecting something. Billy takes these movements slow and calculated. He doesn’t want to scare her off, but then again, he’s sure Pamela is playing the same game he is. He laughs, soft as he towers over her. His breath fans over her neck and Pamela’s skin pricks with goosebumps as she wets the sponge. Squirts dish liquid on it before she finally speaks up, “Can I help you?”

Billy purses his lips, closes the gap between Pamela’s ass and his crotch as he tells her, “Just making sure you’re doing a good job is all.”

She snorts but continues cleaning the dishes and maybe Billy’s imagining it but he thinks he feels her push her ass back against him. So he grabs her waist, holds her steady and presses his lips against her exposed neck. It’s not a kiss. Just to feel her warm skin. Rolls his hips slow, testing before moving his hands to feel up her sides. Swooping forward and cupping her breasts in his palms.

He kneads them in his hands, shamelessly rolling his hips and Pamela elicits the prettiest little sound. A moan if Billy’s not mistaken and it makes him greedy. Slams his hips forward, grinding against her ass in those tiny shorts while he gropes at her tits. Pamela drops the silverware and sponge, gripping onto the edge of the counter as she pants.

“See what you’re doing to me?” Billy asks against her ear, rocking his hips forward again. Making sure she can feel the way his cocks hard in his basketball shorts. “Walking around in that shit… dressed like a fucking slut,” he pants, “Tryna get my attention, huh?”

“Billy,” she gasps, a whine of a thing.

He pulls her top up, just enough to expose her tits and gets his hands back on them. Pinches her nipples, rutting against her like the pathetic little perv he is.

“Billy.. we— ah, we can’t,” he babbles out, but she’s still grinding back against him.

“We can’t what?” he grunts out, nose bushing against her temple.

“Do this,” Pamela replies, hands moving to reach for his wrists. “It’s wrong.”

Billy knows it’s wrong. That’s part of why he can’t stop thinking about her like this.

But she’s right. This was probably far enough. He pulls away, looks down at her as she turns. Her pretty face all flushed. And he acts kind of like a child, stomping away to his room and slamming his door. Just to lean against it and shove his shorts down, get his cock out and wrap his hand around it.

“Fuck,” he whines, closing his eyes and imagines his step sister on her knees in front of him. “Oh, you slut,” he whispers, lips twisting up as he plays out this fantasy. Fucks his fist hard and fast, cumming with her name on his lips.

#billy request #billy Hargrove smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x fem!oc #Billy x Pamela #SITMWY #tw stepcest #stepcest cw

[carmysgirl]

bimbo sydney and pathetic carmen: ways they met? still choosing

no nsfw under cut! i just don’t fw long text 😆

1. carmen taking a different route home one day, noticing like a pink themed restaurant with a line out the front door. he remembers something about richie and nat saying the pastries were good so he decided to stop by. maybe give marcus some inspo. when he finally goes in sydney is leaving but she recognizes carmen from being a top chef and all. carmen is sitting there dumbfounded with frosting on his face and the most beautiful girl in the world dressed head to toe in pink gushing over him.

2. sydney went on a blind date, her friend set her up, and the guy is absolutely disgusting. she got her hair done, wore her shortest dress and highest heels, and put on a pretty perfume just for her date to look like grease ball. needless to say she excuses herself to the bathroom and plots her escape. unfortunately for her, her date is standing outside the bathroom so… she makes a run for it. out to the back of the restaurant where a guy in chef’s whites is smoking a cigarette. great another grease ball. except when he turns his head and he has the prettiest sleepy blue eyes she’s ever seen. they stare at each other for awhile and then sydney remembers why she’s even out here. so she pulls her dress down, fixes her hair, and asks which way is the nearest subway.

3. carmen’s at the flea market and sydney’s selling all this vintage clothing. when he approached her stall she was behind it doing something but he did peep the tight jeans covering legs that never seem to end and her almost stripper like heels on. when she comes around in all her glory he knows he’s fucked. he doesn’t even want to bargain with her. he’ll buy everything she sells. when they start talking, carmen sees that sydney really knows her stuff and every time carmen tries to test her she comes right for his ass.

#sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #bimbo!sydney #bimbo!sydney adamu #pathetic!carmen #carmen x sydney #carmy x sydney #syd x carmen #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #the bear #the bear fx #the bear fanfiction

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Pomni x stressed!reader

Requested on ao3! A little on the shorter side, but that’s okay.

You were making your way back to your room after another one of Caine’s crazy adventures. You’ve been rather stressed out lately due to these adventures, and you really didn’t want to go out on another one, especially not soon. You wanted to say something about it, but you knew if you did, Jax would make fun of you for one, and you were a little afraid that Caine wouldn’t listen to you.

You sighed softly as you walked up to the door of your room, walking into the room. You figured you could take a short nap or something while you had some free time before another adventure happened, which… you definitely weren’t looking forward to. As much as you enjoyed hanging around Pomni and the others, you just really needed a break.

Pomni had noticed you’ve not been your usual self, and it worried her a little bit. She’s your girlfriend, and she wants to help you feel better, as she doesn’t want to see you abstract. She figured you would be in your room, so that’s where she went. She gently knocked on the door, calling out to you,

“It’s me. May I come in?” It was silent for a moment, she leaned against the door to listen for your voice.

“Yeah, of course you can.” You called back and Pomni opened the door to your room, walked inside, and closed the door behind her. She looked over and saw you lying in bed, looking over at her now. You looked so… stressed out and exhausted. She frowned at this and made her way over to your bed, now sitting beside you.

“Y/n..?” She started, you now looking up at her, not moving from where you were lying in bed.

“Hmm?”

“Are you… alright? I’ve noticed during our latest adventure you seemed a little off. Like something was bothering you.” Pomni proceeded to lie down beside you. You thought back on the recent adventure you had just returned from not that long ago. You just kept close to Pomni, not really giving any kind of input on anything or complimenting the scenery around you like you usually did.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, yeah? I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, though.”

“I’ll be alright, Pomni, I’m just exhausted and stressed is all.”

“From the adventures?” You only nodded in response, which made her a little worried. How long have you been feeling like this? She asked herself, along with a multitude of other questions, but she didn’t want to push you to talk about anything if you didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry, Y/n…”

“Don’t be, Pomni. None of this is your fault, and there isn’t anything we can do about it.” You pulled her into a hug, giving her a reassuring smile. “Besides, I’ll be alright, just… I need time to rest after that adventure. I just can’t keep doing them back to back, you know?”

“I get it, it’s a lot.” Pomni sighed a bit, looking up at the ceiling. “Have you thought about talking to Caine about it?”

“What? No!” You shook your head. “Besides, you know how much he loves these adventures he sends up on.”

“Yeah, I know…”

“Even if I did talk to him, do you think he would even care? Or think about it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Exactly. We don’t know. Even if I did, I don’t want to hear Jax say anything or make fun of me for it.”

“I wouldn’t let him.” Pomni’s grip on you tightened a bit, which you noticed, but you chose not to say anything about it.

“I know, but I don’t want you getting involved either.” You kissed her forehead softly. Pomni knew that she would talk to Caine about this, regardless if you wanted her to or not. She wanted you to be here with her as long as you can.

“Just… get some rest for now, Y/n. We’ll figure something out later.” You wanted to say something, but you didn’t. You knew she was right: you would have to say something to Caine, or figure something out eventually. You couldn’t keep going on like this or you could possibly risk abstraction, which you didn’t want that either.

“…Okay, I’ll get some rest. Will you stay with me for a while..?”

“Of course, Y/n. I won’t leave you alone.” You smiled softly and closed your eyes.

“Thank you, Pomni. I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” You two cuddled for a while as you went silent, before falling into a deep sleep.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #sfw #pomni #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni/reader #pomni x reader #tadc pomni/reader #tadc pomni x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff oneshot #x reader oneshot #oneshot #the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc x reader

[genshin-scenarios]

curious injuries - maid!xiao x reader

Summary: maid xiao! concerned reader notices he’s hurt (dw it’s not serious)

Wordcount: 700+

Adopt a Wanderer: Digital Store

“I don’t see how this helps.” Xiao says, cringing when you tighten the bandages around his arm. Earlier today you’d noticed how he was shifting uncomfortably during his chores, and caught him hiding an injury under his maid uniform.

“Well, I’m trying to make sure you don’t get an infection.” You rebut sarcastically. “How did you even get scratched?”

“You’ll laugh.” Xiao’s words are clipped, but certainly not as guarded as he was a year ago when you’d first met. “And it’s highly inappropriate for my master to be touching me like this, so please leave the rest of the bandages to me. I know how to—”

“There’s more?” Realising his mistake, Xiao’s immediately shuts his mouth. If it wasn’t for his remaining code of conduct, he’d be turning his head away rather than just averting his gaze. “Xiao, show me.”

“You’re asking me to strip?”

Flabbergasted by his choice of words, you fumble while Xiao meets your gaze with a challenge. He’s trying to test how long your embarrassment will hold. You can’t take that!

“And if I say yes?” Your ears must be burning crimson. “Out of concern for my most valued employee, whose stubbornness I know is like my own—I respectfully order you to show me any other injuries you have.”

A beat passes, then another. Before Xiao finally sighs and slides off his shirt. Previously he’d left his white, long-sleeved button-on hanging halfway off his body, as his right arm was riddled with mysterious scratches. But now with his torso exposed to the air, you see remaining red marks—not purple yet, but certainly light bruising.

“Great Morax, what happened yesterday?” You exclaim, more out of surprise than in an attempt to force an answer out of Xiao. “You look like you fell into something.”

“Not going to ask if I’ve fallen for you?” Xiao returns dryly. You give him a disapproving look while he shrugs. “Can’t let you forget that you had the gall to say it to me before. Remember during my first month, you tripped from the stairs and—”

“You fell over trying to catch me, because my momentum was too strong.” You finish, now blushing for a different reason. “But I’m more careful these days, and you are being haunted by some mysterious cat... ghost?”

He snorts. “Did Hu Tao tell you that?”

“She said you feed the cats that sneak into our gardens.” You hum, walking to the shelves to find a cooling ointment. You’re in the infirmary during the early afternoon, so your footsteps sound comfortably against the quiet. “It’s weird, though. If it were a cat, I’d always imagine they quite liked… you…” 

Xiao helps you retrieve the bottle, reaching over from behind. Your brain shuts off when his chest makes contact with your back for a second, feeling his warmth—before it disappears. When you swivel around, you have to force your body to melt into the counter in an attempt to not bump heads with him (would that be so bad?), only to realise that Xiao, like any capable maid who knows how to respect boundaries, has already taken a step back to create a comfortable distance. The sensation of his hair tickling your neck lingers like a ghost.

Curse his professionalism. 

“...A cat didn’t attack me. I was just trying to get it off a tree, only for us both to fall off the branches.” Xiao offers the cooling salve to you. “So don’t worry. It wasn’t anything serious.”

Your mind lingers on the word worry. Sure, you were worried, but something in your heart twinges when you realise Xiao was more concerned for your peace of mind. 

Pursing your lips, you apply the medicinal ointment to his bruise, watching for signs that it hurt. He doesn’t shift. And as much as you’re exasperated that he fell out of a tree for a cat, the last thing you want to do is reprimand him when he didn’t do anything wrong. “Does the cat have a name?”

Xiao’s quiet again.

“...Almond.” He mutters.

A smile creeps onto your lips, but you suppress it and try to sound nonchalant so he doesn’t feel self-conscious. “We’ll have to visit it then. I’d like to have a word with Almond about climbing into trees they can’t get out of.”

A light scoff. “You’re one to talk.”

“Excuse me?!”

Xiao has a warm smile. You realise you like being the reason he makes an expression like that.

#reader who gets into trouble quite often vs xiao who’s normally agile and quick on his feet but the chaos they get into tgt throws him off h #but he starts to enjoy how it makes his days interesting and there’s prob more plot about nobility that enters here #anyways we’re just here for the cute maid day scenario so!! here you go #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #genshin impact xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin reader insert #traveler wishes

[steddiecameraroll]

tw: internal bi/homophobia, eddie struggles with steve's confession, panic attack

Eddie happily fell into a rhythm with Steve, Robin, and Nancy (believe it or not) after the whole fucked week on the lam. The CC guys gave him shit for approximately 2 seconds, until he gave them that “don’t fucking think about it” gaze.

He’s thoroughly enjoying spending time with them. He spent years walking down the same halls with them, but never would’ve thought Steve Harrington snorts when he laughs really hard. Or Robin Buckley is a blubbering fool when she talks about her crush. Or Nancy Wheeler can shotgun a can of beer. Like she’s doing right now.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Eddie’s pounding his fist on his knees.

“Holy shit,” Robin sounds like she’s in awe.

Steve’s cackling to Eddie’s left, apparently not surprised by goody two shoes Wheeler pounding back beer.

Nancy pulls the can away from her mouth with a smack and grins ear to ear.

“Told ya, Munson.”

“I’m impressed Wheels. Didn’t know you had it in you.” And it’s not a lie, but he should know by now he shouldn’t be surprised by this crew of crime fighters.

“Never underestimate Nance.” Steve adds while leaning back on his chaise lounger. He’s giving Eddie a wide toothy grin.

They’re in Steve’s backyard enjoying the clear night sky of Vecna absent Hawkins. Eddie’s propped up on his seat, his legs crossed and shoulders hunched. He’s never been the type to really know how to sit in these pool chairs. He always feels like a tool if he lounges back in them, but it suits Steve. The man has an air about him. Like he can relax anywhere and everywhere. Too cool for school motherfucker.

“Nance will you help me with something… inside?” Robin grabs Nancy’s wrist and tugs her toward the door.

“Uh, sure?” Nancy gives Eddie a confused glance but lets Robin pull her inside.

“What was that about?” Eddie tilts his head to face Steve.

“Probably had to pee. Y’know how girls go to the bathroom together.”

ao3

Eddie grunts in response. “Hey, when are you gonna let me teach you how to play guitar?”

Steve ducks his head with a bite to his bottom lip and shrugs. Eddie loves seeing Steve be shy. He’s so used to Steve the cocky jocky that this version of Steve always surprises him. He reminds Eddie of his lost sheepies before they get pulled into the Hellfire fold.

“Whenever you want, dude. Just know I’m most likely a lost cause.”

“What? No way.” Eddie bounces up and leaps onto Steve’s legs, catching him by surprise with an oof.

“What the fuck, man?”

“You’ve got long fingers,” Eddie wiggles his own fingers in Steve’s face. “I bet you’re gonna be a savant.” When Steve doesn’t respond right away Eddie notices he’s staring at Eddie’s fingers. “Uh, Stevie?” He wiggles his fingers again and watches Steve’s eyes track the movement, much like a puppy watching the tennis ball you’re holding before you throw it.

“Uh, ye-eah?”

“You OK?” Eddie shifts his weight, slips over Steve’s legs and falls back. Steve’s legs are now tucked under Eddie’s knees like they’re making a T with their bodies.

“Mhm,” Steve takes a sip of his beer and keeps his head dipped avoiding eye contact.

“Come on,” Eddie playfully pushes Steve’s shoulder. “What’s got you so glum?”

“Nothing,” Eddie knows he’s lying.

“Come ooonn, or I’m gonna get it out of you.”

“What?” Steve smirks.

“Don’t think I can’t?” Eddie grins and then digs his fingers behind Steve’s knees tickling him.

“AHH,” Steve jolts and tries to pull his legs out from under Eddie’s body to no avail.

Eddie laughs and continues his attack by using his body weight to keep Steve in place. Steve’s gasping, holding his can of beer away from his body, and laughing loudly.

“Tell meeeeee,” Eddie teases.

“Eddie stop! I can’t breathe!”

Steve shifts his body, lowering himself onto the chair now fully on his back. Eddie takes advantage of Steve’s vulnerable position and gets his body over Steve’s, straddling the man’s hips and attacking his armpits.

“Tell me what’s making you so sad!” Eddie demands in between laughter.

“I-I can’t,” Steve squirms with a buck of his hips, and Eddie almost flies off but avoids it with a clench of his knees.

“Yes you caaaaan,” Eddie leans down, getting his face into Steve’s.

Steve’s eyes go wide. Eddie thinks he looks scared, almost like he just got caught doing something. Eddie stills his attack, now pinning Steve’s right wrist near his head and scans his friend’s face. He can’t read what’s happening and that’s not normal. Eddie’s prided himself on being able to read people, it’s saved his ass on many a drug deal encounter. But right now, as he’s straddling Steve’s body, breathing heavily, and keeping Steve in place, he can’t read Steve’s face.

“I like you,” Steve whispers and Eddie almost misses it.

“What?”

“I-I like you,” Steve diverts his eyes like he’s embarrassed and it suddenly hits Eddie like a ton of bricks.

“Oh,” Eddie lets Steve’s wrist go and scrambles off the man.

Steve tucks his legs up defensively, and Eddie finds a clear seat at the foot of the chaise.

“So, uh yeah.” Steve’s still holding his can of beer but now it’s pressed to his chest like a shield.

“Uh, you like…? But…you’re not…and, I’m not.” Eddie ears are filled with the pounding of his heartbeat.

Did Steve just tell Eddie he’s gay? But Steve’s had a ton of sex. With women. Why does he like Eddie? His dad used to tease him about his long hair but it’s not like Steve doesn’t know Eddie’s a guy.

“I guess I am,” Steve shrugs, keeping his eyes pointed down.

“Uhh, I don’t… I mean, that’s cool, but-“ Eddie doesn’t know what to say.

Eddie’s straight. They’ve talked about ex girlfriends. They’ve talked about past sexscapades. Steve knows Eddie likes chicks. How did this happen?

“No, I know. Sorry. I shouldn’t- it’s no big deal. I’m sorry. Fuck,” Steve sighs. “I’ll understand if, um, if you don’t want to stay or whatever. Uh, I’ll tell the girls you had to go home. I didn’t mean to-, I’m sorry.”

“It’s, uh, it’s cool.” Eddie stands up awkwardly. “Maybe I should…,” Eddie juts his thumb over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Steve nods and Eddie thinks he sees him wipe his knuckle under his eye. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.”

“It’s cool,” Eddie repeats himself. He feels like his skeleton wants to jump out of his skin. “Uh, just, give me a second. It’s fine, um, yeah.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything else and doesn’t wait for Steve to respond. He moves quickly, darting through the darkness around Steve’s house instead of through, ensuring he avoids Robin and Nancy. What would he tell them? Oh hey, so apparently Steve’s not straight. Oh and I guess he has the hots for ME. Yeah, Eddie wants to avoid that at all costs.

Once he cuts around to the front yard he beelines it straight to his van.

Later, when he finds himself alone lying in bed staring at that weird spot on his ceiling, he wonders how Steve knows he likes Eddie.

“Munson!”

Eddie’s awoken by a loud pounding on his front door. He hears who sounds like Robin Buckley yelling his name.

With a groan he pushes himself to his feet and shuffles out of bed.

“I’m coming,” he yells out. “Fucking hold your horses.”

He opens the door a few seconds later, while lazily scratching his stomach. Robin Buckley, as suspected, stands on the other side. Her arms are crossed, and Eddie’s pretty sure steam would be coming out of her ears if it was physically possible.

“You’re an ass,” she stabs her finger into the oversized NASCAR shirt he’s wearing with a force that will most definitely leave a bruise.

“Fuck, Buck, what’s your problem?” Eddie rubs his palm over the spot she poked, and steps out of the doorway.

Robin stomps into the apartment without hesitation, and immediately starts telling him what her problem is.

“You, you self-centered ass face.”

“Ass face?” It’s too early for this.

Eddie rubs his fingers into his eyes while trudging into his tiny kitchen, Robin close on his heels.

“Yes, you Eddie Munson are a giant ass face. The biggest ass face on the planet. Do you have any idea how difficult that was for Steve?”

Oh. So that’s what this is about.

It’s been two weeks since…that night. It’s been two weeks since he’s seen or spoken to Steve but it’s not been two weeks since Eddie’s thought about Steve. No, Eddie’s been thinking about Steve every minute of everyday. It’s like Steve crawled into his brain and laid weird obsessive eggs, and when he confessed they hatched and took over Eddie’s thoughts.

“Difficult for Steve?” Because it’s been so easy for Eddie?

“Yes, you dick. He’s never liked a boy before and he thought you two were cool enough and I told him that you obviously felt the same way-.”

“What??” Eddie cuts her off and spins around to stare at her.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, dummy. Come on. Lesbian, remember?”

“I don’t-, no what are you saying? I’m not gay.” He wonders if his face is as red as it’s hot.

“Well, bi, but…,” she stops and stares at him almost like she’s figuring something out in her head.

“I’m not bi either, whatever that is. I’m straight. Straight, Robin. Dick in pussy, straight.”

“Oh gross,” she scrunches her nose. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Apparently I have to to get you to understand, because otherwise you think I fuck men.”

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you?” She steps back and looks appalled.

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Sorry, I’m just- this whole thing is fucking weird and I don’t know what’s going on. Then you pop up and berate me, telling me I’m... bi? Whatever-.”

“It means you like both. Bi, get it? Two?”

“Oh,” and something that’s tightly wound, knotted, and buried deep in his chest loosens slightly.

Robin narrows her eyes like she just saw something on Eddie’s face.

“Yeah, because bi people like both. Are attracted to both. Like I thought you were?” She’s asking because she’s not sure now and neither is Eddie.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans and stumbles to splay his upper body over his countertop.

“Ah,” Robin exclaims. “Well, shit.”

“What is going on?” Eddie groans. His face is smooshed into the Formica.

“You really don’t like him?” She sounds heartbroken.

“I- honestly, I’m- I don’t know what’s going on.” He pushes himself up on his elbows and stares at her. “I don’t think- uh, may-. How would I know?”

That’s a good place to start. Because Eddie’s never thought about this before, never felt like he needed to and he’s so out of his depth.

“Oh, um, I’ve never really had to figure it out. I just kinda knew.”

“Oh, great. So I’m hopeless? At least nothing’s changed. This is fucking crazy, you know that right? So some how Steve likes dudes. Did he always like dudes? Do I like dudes?”

Robin shuffles closer to the counter and leans her hip against it. Eddie feels like he's moments away from a mental breakdown.

“OK, I’m only going to talk about this because it will hopefully help him in the long run, otherwise I would never share this with you. But I helped Steve figure it out. He wasn’t nearly as pathetic, but maybe if I share some of how he explained it, it might help?”

“Really?” Eddie perks up.

"Yeah, just don't fuck him over with what I'm going to share."

Eddie would never, no matter what she tells him. “That would help. Please teach me the ways of the gays, Obi Wan.”

“Steve has the worst taste,” she rolls her eyes, and Eddie wants to smile but is too anxious to tell the muscles of his mouth. "OK, do you have juice or something?"

"Yeah, we have orange and apple." He slides in front of the fridge and pulls the door open waiting for her response.

"Apple, please. I wish it was whiskey, I'm gonna need it, but I guess apple juice is good enough." She slides into a nearby barstool and watches Eddie pour her a glass of juice.

"I mean, I do also have alcohol."

"It's too fucking early. OK, so, Steve said he started to notice that he might have feelings for- boys, when he'd get butterflies when he knew he was going to see- boys." She's obviously trying not to use Eddie's name, but it's just making the entire conversation stilted in a way.

"I know you're talking about me. You can just say my name." Eddie busies himself with the coffee pot.

"Fine. He said he would get butterflies when he'd see you coming into Family Video. Or when one of the kids said you were on your way. It was like when he knew he was about to see you, he'd get nervous."

Eddie's really trying to objectively listen to what she's saying, but he's also getting distracted at the idea that Steve Harrington gets that rollercoaster stomach swoop when he thinks about Eddie. This whole interaction is going to fuck him up one way or another.

"Then, when we were hanging out and you'd lean in to him or flirt with him, and he said sometimes he really wanted to kiss you. He said it was like when he'd walk a girl to her door after a date, and they're standing there and there's this moment, this electricity, and he said he felt that with you."

"OK," Eddie whispers.

And now he's thinking about Steve walking him to his front door and leaning over, darting his eyes all over Eddie's face and then getting closer and pressing his lips to Eddie's. He remembers one night when it was just the two of them hanging out at Steve's, and Eddie had been teasing Steve when they were sitting next to each other on the couch. Eddie leaned over Steve to grab the remote and heard Steve inhale sharply. When Eddie looked into Steve's eyes he thought he saw terror behind them, but maybe it was something else.

"Have you had any moments like that? I mean, I've seen you flirt with him, Eddie. You were flirting, right?"

"Flirting?" Was he? "I don't think so? Was I?"

"You don't talk to anyone else, like you talk to Steve. You don't flirt with Jonathan, or Jeff, or Gareth. I've seen you hang out with all those guys, and not once did I ever see a hint of flirting, but with Steve? Dude you flirted with him when you were on the run for murder."

"What?" He scrambles trying to think of when he flirted with him over spring break. "When did I do that?"

"Are you serious?" She leans over the counter and gapes at him. "Was you calling him Big Boy some fever dream I had?"

"Oh right, well that wasn't- I wasn't...was that flirting?" He's questioning everything he's ever done.

"I thought it was. Who else have you ever in your peabrained life called Big Boy? Hmm?" She's obviously barely holding it together.

"Well, not Big Boy in particular."

"Oh yeah? What else then?"

"I've called Gareth 'Gare Bear.'"

"OH you mean like the fucking Care Bears? Because his name rhymes with it? Not the same thing. Try again." She pushes her now empty juice glass away from her and crosses her arms.

"Um, let me think." His heartrate is picking up and he's getting slightly panicked because has he been flirting with Steve? "Um, I-I called..., um I call you Buck and Nancy Wheels?"

"Again, nicknames of our actual names. Not the same thing." She says it with such a finality that Eddie believes her.

He opens his mouth wanting to come up with some kind of reasonable excuse but he's grasping at straws. He starts pacing the small kitchen, feeling a little like a caged animal. "I don't understand. How could I be flirting with someone and not know it?"

"I don't know, because Steve's like my brother, but I have seen how people act around him. He has something that people are attracted to. I do know, he's a dork, he's funny, he's a goober, he's such a dingus, but he's a fucking sweetheart and has a heart of gold. You can't not love him once you know him."

"So, do I like Steve?" She seems to know him better than himself.

"I don't know. I thought you did, but you're telling me you don't. I feel so stupidly responsible for this." She runs her hand through her hair and groans. "I kept telling him, harping on him, he needed to do something. He needed to take the first step, make the first move, and then he did and you left. We came back outside, and I thought we'd be catching the two of you making out or something and I'd give you shit, but instead..." She swallows before continuing. "I think he'd been crying."

"Crying?" Eddie made Steve cry.

That realization shatters whatever wall was holding his feelings back and he suddenly wants to race over to Steve's house and make him feel better. He imagines wrapping his arms around him, pulling him to the couch, burritoing him into a blanket and kissing away Steve's tears.

Robin's talking about how the rest of that night went but Eddie can't focus on her words. He's too distracted thinking about taking care of Steve.

"Eddie?" Robin waves her hand to get his attention.

"Um, I think," he slowly begins to nod. "Yeah, yeah I do. I do."

"You do, what?"

He continues to nod. "I do, I do like Steve. I like Steve. Oh my god. Oh. Oh I like a boy. I like boys. Oh wow. I like Steve. I like Steve." He's having a hard time breathing. "Oh shit. I can't-I can't." He reaches forward with a shaky hand toward the counter trying to stablize himself.

"Oh shit, are you having a panic attack?" Eddie nods and gasps for air. "Oh god, OK this I know how to handle." She jumps off the stool and races to his side. "Do you have a paper bag somewhere?"

Eddie nods and points next to the gap between the fridge and the wall. Robin sees the stash of folded bags and tugs them free. She shakes one open and squishes the opening together trying to make a smaller hole.

"OK, usually this works better with a smaller bag but it's probably the same mechanics. Hold this in front of your mouth and breathe into it. I don't know how or why it works, but just keep breathing in and out of the bag."

Eddie puts the opening to his mouth and tries to squeeze it together to make the hole smaller. He feels tears welling in his eyes as he gasps into the paper bag.

"Hey, hey." Robin tries to pull Eddie's attention. "Look at me. Hey, look into my eyes."

Eddie looks up at her. When did he sit down on the floor? He tries to focus and hold her gaze. She kneels down beside him and starts rubbing large circles on his back.

"There you go, keep breathing. It's OK. I know this is like life changing or whatever, but now you can wear leather chaps if you want."

Eddie furrows his brows at her. Leather chaps? Why the fuck would he want to wear leather chaps?

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not a gay man. I don't know why they wear them."

Gay men wear leather chaps? Oh god, Eddie's a gay man. Or maybe a bi man.

Eddie's not straight.

That realization does not make his panic attack worse some how. No only the idea of liking Steve is enough to throw him over the ledge. They probably shouldn't tell Steve that.

They sit on the floor for a few more minutes. The sound of the paper bag crinkling under Eddie's breath is the only sound in the small space.

When Eddie feels like he's finally caught his breath, he pulls the bag down and collapses against the cabinets. He kicks his feet out straight, and stares at his bare legs. He's still only wearing his boxers and the oversized shirt Wayne gave him when he was 16.

He's had one of the biggest events of his entire life and he's wearing plaid Fruit of the Looms.

"You OK?" Robin asks gently.

"Objectively," he shrugs.

"So...," she nudges him with her shoulder. "You do?"

Eddie glances at her and feels a blush rush up his neck. He bites back a grin otherwise he's pretty sure he'd be smiling like a fool. "I- yeah. I do. I can't believe this."

He chuckles and the sound surprises Robin, shocking a laugh out of her in response. Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth stopping a snort from erupting and then within seconds they're both laughing like fools.

After a few moments, when they finally catch their breaths, and wipe away the tears, Eddie squeezes her bicep fondly. He feels like he's been wrung out like a dirty dish rag, but his heart has a little pep in its step.

"If you need to talk more, y'know you can call me, right?" Robin pushes herself to her feet and reaches her hand out to him.

"Yeah, thanks Bucks." He takes her hand and lets her pull him to his feet. "I think I have a jock to apologize to."

"Yeah you do, ass face." She smiles and Eddie knows it's an olive branch.

"Thanks for talking me off the ledge, gay Obi Wan."

She sighs, "That's not as funny as you think it is."

"Eh, I've only been gay for 30 minutes, give me a break." Robin smiles at him fondly and Eddie thinks he's just solidified a friendship for life.

"Still like girls, though, right?" Eddie nods. "Not gay, you're bi, dude. Bisexual, is what it's called."

"Bisexual." He feels the word on his tongue and it's not too heavy. "OK, I am bisexual. I like Steve Harrington and I'm bisexual." A tight giggle bursts from his chest and all that fear and panic has some how blossomed into giddy excitement. "Am I going to get to kiss him?"

"Oh gross." She groans but Eddie knows she's teasing. "As long as I'm not there you can do whatever you want to him."

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhh.

"Like sex?" His mouth is immediately dry.

"Ugh, yes, probably. That boy loves sex." She winces. "Just promise me, that you'll never tell me about it."

"I'm going to have sex with Steve Harrington? Ohhh, I'm going to have sex with Steve Harrington." And just like that, everything slots into place. "I'm gonna fuck that boy silly." He sighs with a little giggle.

"Oh god, I gotta go. Well I'm glad you've accepted this so quickly. I thought after the panic attack it might take awhile. Please for the love of god, go apologize."

Eddie takes a deep breath before knocking on Steve's front door. He nervously fiddles with the string that's wrapped around the small bouquet of wild flowers he's holding. He felt like he needed to bring something with him when he came to apologize.

He's never given anyone flowers before. But when his eyes roamed the scenery around his place while smoking his last cigarette, he saw the field of wildflowers waving in the soft breeze. They just screamed Steve's name.

He hears the sound of the footsteps approaching the door, and holds his breath in anticipation. When Steve pulls open the door, Eddie sees him for the first time since realizing his feelings, and it feels like a gentle gust of wind could knock him over.

The man is more handsome than his memory held onto. His hair is soft, like it's freshly washed without any product. He's wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts and Eddie kinda wants to bite the man's thighs. That's new.

"Hi," Eddie smiles nervously.

Steve blinks back but doesn't say anything. He's still standing in the doorway, not stepping aside to let Eddie in and it makes Eddie think it's too late.

Steve still deserves an apology. Eddie thought he would be having this conversation in the privacy of the Harrington living room, but if he has to do it on the doorstep, he will.

"These are for you," he offers Steve the small bouquet and feels incredibly vulnerable. It looks sad in his hand now, a pathetic offering to the first man he's ever had a crush on.

It's clearly not good enough. Just like Eddie.

Steve furrows his brows but still takes the flowers from Eddie's fingers. He glances at them briefly before directing his gaze back on the metalhead.

"I-I wanted to apologize." Eddie rubs his hand on the back of his neck. "I was an asshole, and it wasn't your fault. You opened up and told me something really scary and I acted like an ass face."

Steve's eyes widen and Eddie thinks he sees the corner of the man's mouth tick upward but he hardens is face back into place, and the hint of a smile fades.

"Um, alsooo," here goes. "I wanted to tell you that I was wrong. Really, really wrong. I'm not straight."

Steve's body sags and subconsciously leans forward. Eddie knows the man is surprised and he gets it, he had a panic attack about it.

"I'm not straight, I'm um, bisexual. Robin, gay Obi Wan-ed me."

"What?" It's the first time Steve's spoken since opening the door and the sound makes Eddie's heart skip a beat.

"She was my Jedi. I kinda had a realization when she came over and yelled at me. I'm sorry, Steve. Um, there's more."

"More?"

"Uh, yeah. So I...," Eddie's not ready for this next step, but he's come too far to not jump head first. "I like you, too."

Steve opens his mouth like he wants to speak but nothing comes out.

"Yep, everybody knew before me." He smiles trying to relay the levity of his feelings. "I had been flirting with you, apparently. My subconscious knew before I did. But I know that doesn’t automatically mean that, uh, we-“ he waves his hands back and forth between them. “I know I fucked that up, but you’d been so brave and I owed you the same.”

Eddie shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling like a fish out of water. He waits for Steve to say something, anything, but after a beat he’s still silent. So, Eddie purses his lips together and nods a couple of times before inhaling deep and turning away.

He knew this was how this was going to go. He shouldn’t be surprised Steve didn’t fling himself at Eddie but he’s still disappointed.

Since Robin left Eddie’s apartment yesterday morning, he’s been exploring this new found sexuality thing and yep, he’s definitely not straight. Kinda hard to say you’re straight when he spent the better part of his evening rubbing his dick almost raw to this month’s issue of Sports Illustrated.

Yeah, so he has a thing for jocks. Walking cliche Eddie Munson is.

But then when he crawled into bed and listened to the crickets chirping outside his window, he imagined what dating Steve might be like. He imagined Steve would be romantic, probably hold Eddie’s hand under the table at the diner. He’s also probably a total sap, and would save notes Eddie leaves behind so he can pull them out and read over Eddie’s handwriting whenever he wants.

And most definitely, Steve would be sweet. He would kiss Eddie like he deserved to be savored. Soft, delicate touch of his lips pressed to Eddie’s as if Eddie deserves gentleness. He’d probably rub his thumb across Eddie’s cheek and cause goosebumps across Eddie’s skin when he nuzzles his face into Eddie’s neck.

Fucking hell, Eddie wants that.

He swallows hard willing the tears he doesn’t deserve to shed away, and takes slow steps down the pathway of the Harrington estate back to his van.

“Eddie? Wait.” Steve calls out, and Eddie thinks the earth has opened up below him because it feels like his ass is going to fall out.

He turns around to see Steve standing where he had been. Steve has stepped out of the house into the open.

“Wait? Please.” Steve glances at the flowers still clutched in his hand then looks back at Eddie. “Thank you. For… everything. These, too.” He smiles shyly. “I’ve never gotten flowers before. It’s kinda nice. Um, do you wanna come inside?” He nods toward the door.

“Yeah?” Eddie doesn’t hide the excitement from his tone.

“Yeah,” and Steve bites back a smile that makes Eddie want to push him against the door and lick every inch of him. “I was gonna make lunch soon. If you wanted to hang out. Maybe tell me how you figured out you’re bi.” He shrugs nonchalantly but Eddie knows he’s itching for details.

“OK,” Eddie saunters toward Steve, playing up the nonchalance. “You just wanna hear me talk about what I’ve realized I wanna do to you. Huh?”

Steve’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and he grabs the hem of Eddie’s jacket shaking it a little. “Definitely.”

“Will I get to hear about what you wanna do to me?” Eddie leans in closer, stepping into Steve’s space, and lets his eyes soak up the curve of the man’s cupids bow.

“Definitely,” Steve huffs and Eddie feels the warm breath across his face. “Come on.”

Eddie smiles wide while Steve tugs him inside by his jacket. How could he have ever thought he didn’t want this man? He thinks he could love this man someday.

Maybe he already does.

He’s gotta call gay Obi Wan tomorrow for some advice.

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