#maybe i will ask you guys to send prompts. i dunno.

[r-18g]

god... just took my normal adhd med dosage for the first time in WEEKS.

#god. thank god. i have been struggling so hard because while my previous gp was good the office fucking sucked. #(<- saw a new dr recently.) #i am definitely going to try to finish writing the manga recs list and/or write some ficlets or something later! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚ #maybe i will ask you guys to send prompts. i dunno. #v speaks!

[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlight prompt: Danny and Duke being childhood friends, but Danny tells Duke the moment the accident happens and such cause he trusts him, only for Danny to go radio silent when giw decide to block the town communications in senior year.

So Duke-does he tell Danny he's Signal or not? Up to you-gets worried the longer no contact goes by.

Maybe the away game thing seen in other posts where the sports team still does away games and Danny gets enough good will with star or dash maybe and they send a message to Duke that's some coded phrase and Duke knows shits going down?

(yourlocalcorviddad, it's a side blog so didn't want to send from main sorry)

Danny is not someone who is on his mind a lot, these days. It’s to be expected, considering how distance and their double lives eat up all the time they have to talk. Really, it’s a miracle that they were able to speak enough to learn about their own individual vigilante work, especially with Duke bouncing around foster homes for a good portion of that time. 

They haven’t spoke in months but that’s normal for them.

Duke thinks he can be forgiven for not knowing something was wrong. He still won’t forgive himself for it.

“Danny’s gone?” he repeats, feeling numb. There’s static ringing in his ears, his entire world hollowing out.

The guy in front of him looks grim, unable to meet Duke’s eyes. Did he introduce himself? Duke can’t remember, can’t keep his spiraling thoughts straight in his head. “He’s gone. His entire family is gone and we haven’t been able to call for help because… well…”

“It’s those guys, right? The ones in white?”

“You know about them?”

“Danny told me. Danny told me a lot about what he did in Amity Park.”

The guy lets out a slow, relieved breath. “Good, then I don’t have to explain. Sorry, it’s just that it’s not something we talk about, especially out in the open. After the last few months, things got really bad. We know the GIW took the Fentons, but we can’t find out how or why and they’ve got us on a tight lockdown.”

“Then how did you get out?” Duke asks. Another arguably more important question pops into his mind a second later. “Actually, how do you know about Danny and… you know. The other things.”

The grimness on the guy’s expression fades away some beneath the sudden shame and embarrassment. “Oh, that. Well, I dunno how much he told you about his, like, daily life, but, um. I’m Dash. Baxter. I bullied him?”

Dash. 

Dash. That’s a name he recognizes. 

Danny’s complained about Dash a lot in the past. Since they were in middle school, really. Duke would always get mad on Danny’s behalf about how terribly he’s being treated, how no one would stop such obvious bullying. And every time, Danny would laugh it off and say in that soft voice of his, It’s alright, Duke, really. Having you care is more than enough for me.

It never stopped the bullying, though, but the way Danny talked about Dash changed when they both entered high school. He was still annoyed about everything Dash did, but there were less insults about him, less venting about every little thing that pissed Danny off about him, as if he just didn’t care anymore.

And there is, of course, the most memorable time Danny called Duke about Dash over the summer.

Hey, Danny, Duke had began, only to be cut off by Danny yelling, I kissed Dash?! Or he kissed me?! What am I supposed to do now!

And Duke, despite the jealousy he felt at hearing that Danny and Dash kissed, laughed so hard he cried while Danny yelled at him to be helpful. 

There wasn’t any discussion on Dash since, beyond a comment here and there about a funny fanboying thing Dash had said about Phantom. The focus of their conversations shifted towards how hard it was to be heroes or vigilantes, quiet reassurances that they’re both doing the best they can, tips traded about best ways to patch themselves up and get through the night. Sometimes, it felt like Danny was the only person in the world to really know Duke; all his pain and promises, his dreams, everything he was Before and who he became in the After.

He’s missed Danny, but the last message Danny sent him told him that things were getting rough in Amity Park, and to not call or contact him until he reached out first.

So Duke trusted in Danny and focused his attention in Gotham, putting his all into becoming a better hero, someone people can rely on. 

He thinks that maybe he should have fallen into the Bats’ bad habits of invading privacy to make sure Danny’s okay. 

Too late for that now, though.

“I know you,” Duke says after a long moment. “He talked about you sometimes. Come with me, we have a lot to discuss.”

Dash looks appropriately nervous, but he doesn’t argue. 

It’s a tense, quiet walk to the library where Barbara works. She’s stationed at the front desk when he arrives and greets him with a smile, eyes flicking towards Dash in question.

“Hey, Babs, got a private study room open?”

Her gaze sharpens and Duke can’t help the feeling of relief that flows through him, knowing that Oracle is ready to look out for him. “Let me check,” she says, turning towards the computer to click around a few pages. “Study room 8 is open.”

That’s the study room with a working lock and soundproofing. It also has cameras and a mic inside, but all the other study rooms have one too, just for safety purposes. Things could always go terribly wrong when people are locked together in a small room, and having video and audio evidence of what happened has assisted in more than a few cases. 

He leads them up to the second floor, past the students studying and the group of young children in the back corner of the library listening intently to a read aloud. 

The only occupied study rooms are those up front, closer to the stairs. The back rooms are empty and quiet, the perfect place for a little impromptu interrogation.

“So,” Duke says as he closes the door to study room 8 behind them. Dash sits down as if this is just a casual conversation, but the way his foot taps against the floor betrays his nerves. “Danny’s gone. And somehow, that lead you to me.”

Dash glance around, then leans closer to drop his voice into a harsh whisper. “The Guys In White got some insane upgrades a few months ago and forced every citizen of Amity Park into a surveillance state. The entire Fenton family is gone, but we all know it’s really because they want Danny.”

“Explain the situation in Amity Park some more.”

“Well. It’s like this: we didn’t take them seriously, so they upped their moves and got us trapped. No one goes in or out of Amity Park without good, verifiable reason. We have a curfew and we can be randomly stopped and searched for ectoplasm or exposure to ghosts. Most of the ghosts have left, but a few of the stronger ones hang around to cause trouble to get the GIW off our backs for a bit.”

“So how did you end up in Gotham?”

“I was invited to tour the college. And since outsiders were expecting me, the GIW let me go. But there’s definitely some that tailed me to Gotham, but I can’t find them at all. Even talking to you now is a huge risk for me.”

Which means they don’t have much time to talk before someone comes looking for Dash. His words, paired with everything Duke’s heard from Danny, paint a deeply unpleasant picture in his mind. “Are you going to be in trouble?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. It’s Danny we’re all worried about. He told me before he got caught that if anything happened to him, I should find you. Tucker helped us narrow down where exactly you are and sent you that text to get you to where we met.”

“What do you think I can do?”

“I don’t know,” Dash admits. “But Danny trusts you, and he needs your help.”

Duke was never going to say no to this request to begin with, but damn if those words don’t make him want to run to Amity Park without waiting for anyone else.

“Okay,” he says. “Okay. I’ll help rescue him and bring down the GIW. You should go now, before they get too suspicious.”

“What are you planning?”

“I got a couple of friends who are good at destroying government property. Trust me, you’ll see what we’re up, we’re pretty noticeable if we’re pissed off enough.”

“Don’t take too long then,” Dash says, standing up, “I expect a good show from you. See you around, man.”

And with that, Dash pats Duke’s shoulder and leaves the study room. Duke doesn’t follow after him.  He’s got a rescue to start planning, and the less time he wastes, the better.

In the end, it’s pretty simple. It’s not a hard mission at all when the time comes for them to act, but the amount of data they gather and have to shift through is daunting. But that’s more Tim and Barbara’s forte, so he trusts them to handle it. 

Together with Red Robin, Spoiler, and Black Bat, they hit Amity Park hard and fast. 

One night was spent learning the lay of the land and every station and lab set up by the GIW. The second night was spent burning it all down and tossing open cages full of green blob ghosts and a few transparent, weakly glowing human ghosts. Stronger ghosts, glowing brightly, joined them in a few places with battle cries and maniacal laughter.

They split up and took down all the bases and patrol stations on their own, sweeping through the city like vengeful shadows. 

By dawn, the GIW were in shambles, without any bases or equipment, and rounded up for arrest. 

Cass was the one to find Danny and his family; his parents were forced to create weapons for the GIW under threat of Danny and Jazz’s torture. Danny was locked up like an animal and studied. Jazz had restraints on, including a muzzle, and a bloodthirsty rage in her eyes. Apparently, she had put up the most fight and, while being studied for repeated exposure to ectoplasm and radiation, started biting people.

The Fentons are big names in this conflict. Tim makes the executive decision to burn one of his out-of-state safehouses so they can hide and recover in peace, then promptly moves them into it as soon as the EMTs give them the all clear. They’re gone by the time the sun is rising over the horizon, and the curious Amity Parkers that have gathered behind the blockade of police cars have to be reassured that the Fentons have been taken away for their protection, not for further abuses. Even then, tensions are high and the locals are clearly prepared to start rioting now that they have a chance to fight back.

As vigilantes, they’re not meant to interact with cops much. Perhaps it’s simply their experiences in Gotham that keep them at a distance, disappearing into the neighborhood the moment attention shifts off of them. Either way, Duke is hurrying out of Amity Park with the rest of the team on his heels, eager to return to Gotham and follow up on their own leads to make sure the GIW is properly gutted and dismantled. 

Duke heads off for the Hatch as soon as they reach Gotham, hoping to shed the suit and finally be able to call Danny. The guilt of not noticing how bad things had gotten rolls through his stomach, and more than that, he’s missed hearing Danny’s voice. 

The first few calls go straight to voicemail. Duke leaves a quick message asking Danny to let him know how he’s doing as soon as he can talk. 

Then he goes for a shower and to change into civilian clothes, prepared to make his way to Wayne Manor to let Bruce know how everything went. And hopefully distract him from his Disappointed Father/Leader Lecture about taking on missions behind his back, as if Duke can’t handle himself. And also because Bruce has no leg to stand on when it comes to this. He’s fully prepared to throw that entire lecture back into his face at a moment’s notice.

The post-mission exhaustion is hitting him hard and fast. Duke has to brace himself against the wall once he’s out of the shower, resisting the urge to just lie on the floor and sleep there until he starts feeling more human. 

Somehow, he gets himself into some sweatpants and a plain shirt, pulls on a pair of mismatched socks, and begins gathering his things so he can get to the Batcave. 

He’s in no state to be driving. Maybe someone would be willing to take him there?

Just as he reaches for his phone to thumb through his contacts and see who he can bother, it buzzes in his hand. Duke blames the way he jumps on his exhaustion, then blinks his tired eyes to squint at the name that pops up onto the screen.

Danny.

All at once, his exhaustion fades away. A rush of adrenaline runs through him as he scrambles to accept the call, already pacing around the room so he doesn’t fall asleep. 

“Hello?”

There’s a moment of silence, then the exhale of a breath that turns to static over the call. “Duke,” Danny’s tired voice says. “Duke…”

“You doing okay? I couldn’t get to you before you and your family had to leave and go into hiding, but I’ve been worried about you, man.”

“I’m good. We’re all fine, now. Fentons are strong, you know? We’ll bounce back in no time.”

From what he’s heard about Danny’s family, that’s most definitely true. He’s seen the pictures of walls Jack Fenton has burst through with his body. It’ still hard to believe that no one in the family is a meta, outside of Danny.

“You need anything? I can get it to you, just say the word. Anything at all.”

Danny hums, then asks with a playful note in his voice, “Anything?”

“Anything.”

“I need you. How fast can you come meet me? I’ll even pay for express delivery.”

Duke laughs, so relieved at hearing the lightness return to Danny’s voice that he feels weak in the knees. “It’ll be at least two days. I gotta sleep and debrief with Batman before I can see you. It’s gonna take some time to get out of Gotham again.”

“Maybe I can go to you, instead,” Danny suggests. “Fly over and be there is less than an hour.”

“Are you in any shape to be flying right now?”

“I’m fine! Already healing and everything,” Danny insists.

“It might be dangerous if any rogue GIW agents go after you.”

“Well,” Danny says, “That’s why I need to get to my knight in shining armor sooner rather than later, right?”

Duke bites his lip to fight back a smile, blinking his eyes forcefully to keep them from closing under the heavy weight of exhaustion. “Does that make you a damsel in distress?”

“I mean, I did need rescuing, so I guess? I’m not much of a damsel, but I could put on a pretty dress for you. It’ll be like playing pretend when we were kids.”

“Oh, man, I kinda miss those poofy dresses. I think I could still rock on, put it on top of the armor when I go out for patrol.”

Danny snickers. “Signal: the most well dressed vigilante in Gotham.”

“That’s me, baby!”

The last of the agonizing fear that’s choked him since he first talked to Dash finally melts away. Danny’s fine now. Everything’s okay; the GIW are done for and there’s plenty of people willing to look out for the Fentons. This will never happen again.

“Hey,” Danny says, voice suddenly turing more serious. “Send me your location. I wasn’t joking when I said I could fly over to you. And before you say anything! I do need it; Jazz and my parents are smothering me and I just need to get away from everything and pretend all of this never happened.”

The admission softens Duke, makes him shove away everything that tells him this is a bad idea, that Danny needs more rest first, that having Danny fly over alone and without warning any of the Bats fills Duke with anxiety. 

He does miss Danny. More than he can put into words.

“Yeah, okay,” he says at last. “Come meet me, Danny.”

He texts Danny the location of the Hatch before common sense tells him to be more careful with his base of operations. Not that it matters, anyways; if there’s anyone in the world he trusts with everything, it’s Danny. 

Then he sends the Bats a quick text saying he’s crashing in the Hatch and to not bother him until the sun is fully up two days from now. Oracle gives him a thumbs up emoji, which is a good guarantee that she will personally see to it that no non-emergency messages interrupt his rest and recovery time.

Duke has no idea how long it will take Danny to get to the Hatch, so he putters around, cleaning up the space and straightening it out in an attempt to keep busy enough that he doesn’t crash. Travel really takes it out of him. It’s one of the cons of being born and raised in Gotham: he doesn’t have the stamina to travel outside of it, especially when they were there and back in less than three days.

Thank god for Tim’s many motorcycles and his tendency to see the speed limit as a weak suggestion that can be ignored while on a mission.

Ultimately, the call of sleep is too strong to resist. 

One moment, Duke is sorting through files on the Hatch’s computer, and the next moment, he’s face down on a bed with his face shoved into a pillow. 

Blearly, he manages to pull his phone out of his pocket and send Danny a typo-ridden text that hopefully gets across the message of might be asleep so just come in, don’t wait for me to answer the door.

He’s out like a light as soon as it sends. The last thing Duke registers is his phone dropping out of his hand and falling against the mattress with a little bounce.

When he begins to wake up, something’s changed. As much as he wants to go back to sleep, awareness comes back to him slowly and Duke forces himself to claw his way out of unconsciousness to figure out what, exactly, is bothering him so much. Until he figures out what’s changed in the room, he won’t be able to sleep because he’ll be worried about someone breaking in.

His mind comes back online long before his body does. It’s only when he tries to move that Duke realizes he’s no longer alone on the bed; there’s someone wrapped up in his arms, body temperature a little too cool to be a normal human.

Blinking open his eyes, Duke looks down at the head of messy black hair and feels Danny’s soft breath ghost across his chest. 

“Danny?” he manages to say, voice rough with sleep. 

Danny hums and doesn’t move.

“Hey, look up. Let me see if you’re really alright.”

“Mmm, no,” Danny mumbles, burrowing his face into Duke’s chest some more. “‘m sleepy.”

A good argument. Duke is also sleepy. 

“Fine,” he says, “Check in the morning, then. G’night, Danny.”

“Night, Duke. Thanks for saving me.”

He tightens his grip on Danny, contentment burning warm in his chest. “Always, Danny. I’ll always save you.”

That’s why he’s a hero, after all. To save others, to reach a hand out to everyone the way he needed when he was younger. To keep the people he loves safe. To make sure Danny always finds a way back to him. 

This is what makes all the pain of this lifestyle worth it.

Danny makes everything worth it.

(@yourlocalcorviddad tagging to make sure you see this!)

#ghostlights #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #prompt fill #my writing #i thought up a whole backstory to the duke/dash kiss (accidental. embarrassing for both parties) but it didnt fit w the rest of the fic so #its not included. i can include it in a rb if u want tho!! #my sleepy boys..... they go thru so much but at the end of the day they always feel at home with each other #childhood friends duke/danny is so important to me #also couldnt think of a coded phrase sorry. now we just have dash walking up to duke like HEY. HELP DANNY. and duke went with it #thanks for the prompt!!

[whoahoney]

Hello sweet Honey!! Congratulations on hitting 2000 followers! You deserve it and so much more! 💛💛💛

Here’s my request for the celebration:

Eddie Munson 🖤

Smutty prompt #9

Modern au

#9. “You take me so well.”

Modern!Eddie Munson x shy!reader

A/N: This took longer than it should’ve to write but I hope at the least my girl likes it 😩🫶🏻 thank you for sending this in and being so freakin supportive of everything I do!! I like to call this one… Birthday Girl

CW: Mature!!! (Tumbly won’t let me mark it) fem/afab!reader, alcohol consumption, slight jealousy/angst, smut minors DNI, protected p in v, oral f & m receiving, fingering, nipple play, pet names, readers drunk but everything is consented and Eddie checks in multiple times

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When your friend Robin told you her friend Eddie was currently single, you couldn’t have been more surprised. As long as you’d known him, he always had someone under his arm—his flavor of the month, as Steve liked to say.

“All you have to do is talk to him, I’m sure he’ll ask you out in a heartbeat!” She urges and you sigh from your place at the counter.

“I dunno, I just—I don’t think I’m his type.” You shrug.

Robin groans, “Oh, c’mon, you can’t tell me he doesn’t give you fuck me eyes every time you speak!”

“I dunno what fuck me eyes are! He has eyes! They’re… really pretty.” You almost whine and Robin groans again.

“Jesus Christ, I won’t sit by and allow you to dawn over someone you won’t even let yourself have a chance with!” She gets a sudden look of an idea behind her eyes before she speaks again, “So maybe you just need a little tryst to jumpstart your confidence!”

“I dunno, Rob, I’m not exactly good at talking to people I don’t know…”

“C’mon, you’ll have some drinks, meet a guy that wants to treat the birthday girl—one night stands can be so fun!” She said.

“I dunno, I’m gonna be drunk, what if I choose someone I regret??” You asked at her kitchen counter.

Robin rolled her eyes, “That’s why I’m the witness, I’m going to witness you—“

“Absolutely not, you’re not watching—“

“No! Gross! Hetero sex isn’t my thing, you know that!” She opens up her notebook and plops it on the countertop before clicking a pen a few times. “I’m going to sign off on who you take home!” She said as if it were that simple.

“A permission slip?” You ask through a scoff.

“If you hate it, don’t sign!” She says as she finishes writing up the agreement and signing her name on the witness line.

You bite your lip for a moment before you take the pen and sign away.

“And if you decide to use it on Eddie…”

“‘M not using it on Eddie!” You insist and shove the paper wad into your pocket, “Besides, I’m willing to bet he shows up with ‘Boobs McGee’ on his arm.

You’d met Eddie when Robin invited you along last year at the start of classes, instantly hitting it off much to his date’s displeasure. Eddie had complimented your ear piercings and in return you complimented his, then his date tugged him by the hand to the dance floor with a warning look thrown over her shoulder.

“Ooh! Rrrowrrr” Robin giggled behind her straw as the girl began running her hands down her body and grinding against Eddie’s front to a song with no substance whatsoever.

You chuckle and turn to Robin, “Is that his… girlfriend, or something?”

She scoffs and shakes her head, “Or something. Eddie doesn’t really do girlfriends.” She shrugs and you match it with your own. “He brings a new girl along all the time, I bet she’ll be gone in the next couple weeks.” She chuckled and you did too.

Of course he didn’t keep a girlfriend, he was too pretty! Why would he?? Anyway, it didn’t matter at the time because you were still trying long distance with your boyfriend, Dylan, back home.

It never failed, week after week, he’d come to the bar with a girl in tow. The times he’d brought the same girl more than once were small—the most you’d seen of one of them was twice.

Though there were plenty of nights he found the time to talk to you, whether it was when you were out and about with friends or messaging outside of the group chat—whispering as Eddie liked to put it.

Eddie: Waitwaitwait, it’s your birthday on Friday?!

You giggle and curl up under your blanket at the notification. You were currently watching the group chat pop off as Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Argyle made suggestions for the bar crawl.

You: it is! Are you gonna be able to make it?

Before you can respond to Robin’s gif with one of your own, Eddie’s already replied.

Eddie: Uh, duh! Wouldn’t miss it for anything! Your drinks are on me. 🤘🏻

You bite your lip and the butterflies surge like they always do when it comes to him. Your cheeks are flushed and he isn’t even in the room.

But he is buying your drinks on your birthday.

He’d bought you a couple drinks before but only when he’d bought rounds for the whole group—and his dates.

You: Aw, thanks! I really appreciate it! I hope your pockets are prepared 😮‍💨🫶🏻

He responded with a laugh react, his bubbles bouncing and disappearing a few times before there was nothing at all. You set your phone on your chest and sigh at the ceiling. You’d spent two birthdays with your boyfriend and he never did anything thoughtful for you. You’d never really asked for much, but buying you a drink just once would’ve been nice. One of the many reasons you broke it off with him at the end of last year.

You’d kept it quiet, only mentioning it to Robin when she asked about Dylan a month after.

Since then it’s been aimless attempts at getting you laid, always ending with her trying to download dating apps on your phone and make a profile despite your protests. You weren’t really interested in anyone, though you couldn’t deny how lonely it could get.

The icon on your Home Screen tempted you every once in a while when you had too much wine, but for the most part you stayed off it.

The thought tempted you tonight though, only at the idea of Eddie bringing some other nameless broad along to your birthday celebration.

You close your phone and look at the ceiling, silently counting the days til your birthday, when you could drink yourself into oblivion on Eddie’s dime.

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When you arrived at the bar, Robin and Steve were already present, giving you approving looks when noticing your birthday outfit, a dress and heels complete with a sweet little cardigan.

“Look at youuu!” Robin chirped and spun you around before Steve handed you a shot.

“Happy Birthday!” Nancy shouts before wrapping her arms around you in a big hug, and Argyle blows a noise maker right next to your ear. You giggle and your heart fills with the joy of being known as someone, probably Steve, places a birthday crown on your head.

“Thank you!” You say as she pulls away, and someone hands you another shot.

“Are you ready to dance??” Robin asks over the thumping music, to which you nod eagerly and follow her out. “Take this off, what is this a library??” She unbuttons your sweater and helps you out of it before tossing it over Steve’s head and pulling you further into the crowd.

Its not long after your third shot and second dance of the evening that Eddie shows up to the bar—alone for once. Steve notes it as they shake hands and hug, “Where’s your date?”

Eddie only shrugs in return, “What date?”

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Oh, c’mon, don’t tell me you got stood up.”

Eddie shakes his head, “Nah, just thought I’d hang with my friends tonight. Is Y/n here yet?”

Steve nods and sips his drink while Eddie scans the floor for any sight of her—and her boyfriend.

“Why doesn’t he ever come to stuff?” Eddie asks Steve, who sends him a questioning look before answering, “Who??”

“Her boyfriend, dingus.” Eddie rolled his eyes and went back to his search. Steve chuckles and nudges Eddie’s shoulder, “What boyfriend??”

“Derek? Dayton? Whatever his name is.”

“Oh! Dylan—“

Before he can fill Eddie in any further, you spot him from across the dance floor, and your drunken self couldn’t be more excited, “Eddie!!!” You stumble over to him, too busy keeping your eyes on the floor to notice his blooming smile.

“Hey, birthday girl!” He greets before pulling you into a hug. You breathe in his scent and exhale, letting a soft moan slip from your careless lips before you step back and let him go.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” You smiled up at him, and he smiles at your crooked birthday crown before fixing it.

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything.” He chuckles and trails his hands down your arms as you unravel yourself from the embrace. “Should I ask if I can buy you a drink? Looks like someone else already beat me to it.” He appraises your face again, analyzing every detail.

You chuckle and pull him to the bar, “I’d love another! Besides, you need to catch up!” You say as you plop onto a stool and he follows soon after.

“Two waters please.” He tells the barkeep and you push his knee playfully, “Buzzkill.” You mutter and he laughs yet again. You put your little purse on the counter as Steve and Jonathon approach and order more drinks. You check your phone and scroll check your apps, reading all the happy birthdays from old friends and estranged family on social media.

“Isn’t that right, birthday girl?” Jonathon asked with a mischievous smile. You set your phone down on the bar and look up without a clue in the world, “Hmm?”

The boys chuckle and Eddie sips a beer he didn’t have five minutes ago, “Your permission slip!”

‘Sober you’ would’ve balked, but ‘drunk you’ dug around in your purse to procure the wrinkled piece of notebook paper shoved inside. You take your time smoothing its creases by using the edge of the counter and then held it out.

“Good for one drunk fuck on my birthday!”

Signed and dated by you and witnessed by Robin Buckley herself, a few days ago when she had the bright idea to write it all up. In Robin’s opinion it had been ‘high time for you to find some dick to ride’. as she’d written it across the bottom of the page.

They guffaw while you tuck it away and a blush overtakes your cheeks as you see Eddie’s jaw feather before he took another drink of his beer. He cranes his neck to glance at the patrons approaching you and wants to spit out the bitter beer as Steve and Jonathon grab their drinks and walk away.

Since when were you looking?? When did this happen??

“You okay?” You ask before sipping your water.

“Yeah! I just—uh, didn’t know—“

“Hey, pretty girl! Is it your birthday?” A gorgeous man purred next to your ear. You blush madly and nod, turning to him as he wishes you a happy birthday and offers to buy you a drink. You’re polite in the interaction, and slow to turn him away with the way he was looking at you—it felt good.

Not to mention it being in front of Eddie may have fueled your main character complex a bit.

“—Are you sure? I’d be happy to put yours on my tab.” He points over his shoulder at the bartender.

“Oh, that’s—“

“I got ‘em, thanks, man.” Eddie rushed and put his hand on your shoulder almost territorially before pulling you closer. “Have a nice night.” He says in a way that makes you believe he wishes the opposite for the pretty boy trying to chat you up.

The guy backs away with raised hands before turning to his friends without another word. You look to Eddie with an arched brow and he has the audacity to ask, “What?”

“What was that?” You ask with a smirk. “You totally just cock blocked me!”

He shrugs, “What do you mean? Didn’t you get like, total creeper vibes from him?” He looks over your shoulder and puts a hand on the back of your chair, “Y’know you should’ve told me you weren’t with your boyfriend anymore.”

You nod, “Oh! Yeah, long distance wasn’t working out.” You shrug carelessly, one that said ‘I’m totally over him and ready to be under you’

Eddie nods, his shoulders feeling lighter, “Oh! Well, uh, I’m-I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart.”

“—That’s okay! I broke it off, actually.” You shrug again and he nods.

“Right, well—“

Ping!

You both glance at your phone and see a new notification from the dating app appear. Eddie looks at you with a lupine grin and you blush and retreat inside of yourself, “What??” You giggle and drink again.

Eddie smirks and leans closer, “So you’re telling me, you’ve been single this whole time, and you haven’t even hit on me?? C’mon I’m like the resident single guy.” He takes a drink, himself.

You have at him in surprise and feel your cheeks heat deeper. “I dunno what you mean—you’re never single.” You shrug.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, “Do me a favor and rip up that permission slip, none of these losers deserve to take you home.” He cocks a brow at you and you shy away as he leans forward on his knees.

Your lips open and close a couple times with the will to answer but no words to speak.

“Don’t be shy, birthday girl.” He almost purrs.

“I’m not.” You smile bashfully and bite the inside of your lip.

He tsks at you and says, “If you need a good drunk fuck, you can always come to me, okay? Don’t let some rando do it, let me.” He urges quietly as he pushes a lock of hair away from your face and behind your ear.

You turn to him with wide eyes, unsure if you were just drunk or if he was actually offering to fuck you.

“Are you-Are you serious? What about—where’s your date???” You scan the room quickly for any angry hot girls stomping your way, but you find none.

Eddie laughs and shakes his head, “I decided to fly solo tonight.”

You scoff, “That’s a first.” You take a drink and he looks at you in surprise before he answers with a shrug. “Would’ve been sooner if I knew you were single this whole time.”

“What do you mean??” You turn to him in shock.

“I mean, I just found out you aren’t with Dalton anymore—“

“—Dylan.”

“It’s doesn’t matter, he’s history now—” He shrugged and looked between your eyes. “So, uh, what do you think huh? am I misreading things? Do you… not.. find me..” he presses a hand to his chest and pulls a sad face, “.. attractive???” He whimpers and makes you laugh harder than normal.

“No! No—I mean of course I do!!!”

His sad facade melts away and his smile comes shining through again. He leans forward and gets close to your ear and he whispers, “Then let me take you into the bathroom, give you the most mind blowing birthday present of your life, take you back to mine, fuck you senseless, and then we’ll do breakfast in the morning and maybe you’ll see how serious I am about you.”

“What?” Your mouth gapes and you look him over as if he’ll say, ‘haha, just kidding!’

“Or we can act like this never happened, up to you.” He shrugs cooly, looking away incase you reject him.

You gather your bearings and take a breath. This is exactly what you’ve been wanting, this very opportunity. You find your hand sliding up his thigh and his gaze snaps to your hand and then up to your eyes in shock. You can only nod as that feral smile creeps up his cheeks.

He traces your lip with his thumb, “you’re cute, you know that? I remember the first time I saw you and the first thing I thought was, ‘damn I chose the wrong night to bring a date.’“ he chuckles as you do, blushing at his blatant affection.

“I don’t believe you.” You giggle and his hand makes its home at your cheek, rubbing light circles in your hair.

“I told Steve I was gonna ask you out but he’s the one that filled me in on your boyfriend situation…” he blew out a puff of air, “…and then never updated me again, the asshole!” He grumbled and leaned closer to talk directly in your ear, “I should kick his ass, don’t you think?” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you had the audacity to shudder. It was all too much for his ego. “Keepin us apart like that?”

He begins rubbing circles on your thigh with his other hand. “What do you wanna do, Princess? Feel like sneakin off with me?”

Your breath hitches and you nod eagerly. In answer, he gulps the remainder of his drink down and stands with a waiting hand. You take it in yours and you try to contain your smile as you follow him through the hoard of dancing bodies.

When you arrive at the bathrooms, there’s no line. Your heart pounds at the idea, that just beyond those doors you’d have one of the most memorable fucks of your life. Eddie looks back at you with an easy smile, a hand on the knob before he says, “Are you sure about this? You wanna let me see your permission slip one last time?” He pulls you close and speaks in your ear before pressing a kiss on your jaw just below it.

You nod again, “Yeah, I want this—wanted it for so long…” you let it slip and he makes a note to revisit that later. Instead of questioning you further he pulls you into the bathroom and presses you up against the door. He locks it without taking his eyes off you, looming over you predatorily and stripping off his jacket.

“You look so pretty tonight.” He smiles and pushes your hair over your shoulder, swiftly leaning in and pressing open mouthed kisses on your exposed neck. You lean your head to the side and revel in his affection, a breathy moan sliding from your lips.

He smiles and brings his mouth back up to your ear for a nibble before speaking, “I’m gonna keep this short and sweet, but if I do this, you’re gonna let me play boyfriend tonight and take you home—with me, okay? I was serious about that breakfast.”

You giggle and nod, “Yeah, that’s what I want, that’s exactly what I wished for.”

“Wait, they already did cake?” He questioned before you laugh and kiss him on the lips gently. It was a soft peck, evoking a spark in your chest, and then another, and then it sizzled and simmered into something decadent.

“You taste like pineapple.” He chuckled without pulling away from you. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you whine for him as he moans at the taste of you. “I bet you’re just as sweet down here, aren’t you?” He mumbled and shoved his knee between your thighs, his hand following soon after to rub you through your dress.

You give a sharp inhale at the sensation and the sight of him above you. His curls framed his face and shifted with every move he made on your body. You saw the perspiration gathered at his hairline and could smell the combination of his cologne with his shampoo and his musk that sent your throat tingling whenever you got too close.

“Gonna be good for me and lift this up?” He pushes it up your thighs and makes a move to kneel before you and you oblige him by gathering it in your hands.

He smiles, “Thank you, sweet girl.” He says from the ground before he levels his gaze at your panties and the smugness falls from his face at the sight. “These are nice.” He runs his thumb over the lace that clothed your cunt and your body flinches. He chuckles to himself and rubs you right at the top of that crease for a minute, watching you unwind and relax into his touch.

“That’s it, that’s what I wanna see…” he smiles and leans in faster than you can question it and suddenly his mouth is working over your panties, tasting you through the purple lace before he pulled them to the side and slipped two fingers into your sopping cunt.

“Oh my god, Eddie—“

“Just wait til it’s my dick in you, sweetheart, you won’t even remember my name—“ He says only a couple inches from your heat as he pulls your panties down properly and manually spreads your legs with firm hands, “But for now, just let me eat.” He says before licking a stripe up your center.

You cry out and grow pliant beneath his touch, your head falling back against the door as he pulls your legs over his shoulders.

He ate and ate and hummed and nibbled away at your core, as if he hadn’t seen pussy in years, which you well knew was not the case. Was he this eager with everyone?

Right as you felt the familiar high building in your belly, someone was pounding their first against the door. “Come ON!!!” The stranger’s voice rang out.

Eddie doesn’t hear it at first thanks to your thighs snug around his ears. He nodded his head against your core and licked your entrance like ice cream on a hot day.

“Eddie! Eddie…” you tap his head and open your legs wider until his attention is on you and he’s helping you down, concern in his eyes until the next set of banging knocks on the door had him flinching like the cops showed up.

He tugs your panties back up and fixes your skirt before wiping his face on his jacket and holding his hand out for you, “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He says dejectedly before unlocking the door and pulling you out without a glance in the angry patrons direction.

He doesn’t stop til you run into Steve, who was very concerned about your whereabouts, “Everyone’s ready to do cake! Where the hell have you been??” He looked between you two and before Eddie can answer you say, “The line for the bathroom was killer!”

Eddie looks over at you with amusement and laughs heartily while Steve cocks his head but doesn’t question it. “Well c’mon!” He waves you to follow him, and with Eddie’s hand sliding into yours, you do.

He sat next to you while everyone sang happy birthday, a hand on your thigh and starry eyes focused on you. The cake was white with chocolate drizzled over the top and five sparkler candles blazing on top, your name written across in red icing. With the conclusion of the song, you took a deep breath, and blew out the candles, wishing for Eddie Munson to make you his.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After you shared a slice of cake, Eddie was back in your ear purring like a jungle cat, “How you feelin, huh?”

“Like you should tell Robin and Steve you’re taking me home.” You giggle and press a kiss to his jaw just as he has done earlier.

He let out a seething sigh and clenched his jaw despite his smile, “I like how you think.” He nods and gets up from the booth, waiting for you to follow his lead. His eyes search for anyone in the party, finding Nancy first. “I’m gonna take her home okay?” Is all you heard before Nancy’s concerned look found your eyes around Eddie’s shoulder, but then also found your hand in his. A smile spread on her face and she nods at him before patting his shoulder and waving at you.

“Happy birthday! Stay safe!” She calls, and the both of you laugh as Eddie says, “No promises!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Eddie sped the whole way home, keeping a hand on you the entire drive. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to have you in his bed, to have you at all. He snuck glances and licked his lips at your cleavage on display in that dress and now that he knows what he knows about your little crush on him he can’t help but wonder if you chose it with him in mind.

Now, he’s got you back against a door, just like at the club. Your ears are ringing and your eyes are heavy but all you can think about is the way Eddie was looking at you. The way he was touching you.

“Got you all to myself, now, birthday girl.” He trails a finger down your neck and sternum, til it hit that beautiful crease he wanted to bury his nose in. You nod at him and smile before tilting your chin up to meet his lips.

He deepens the kiss, trapping you against him with his hands on your face, delicately clinging to you as if you’d leave. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” He whispered as if you were now his to take care of.

You sigh and nod again, letting your eyes fall closed as his kisses trail down your neck. Before you know it he’s slipping off the straps of your dress and kissing at your cleavage. “Can I take this off?” He asks softly.

You don’t answer, only reach back and unzip it before peeling it off your body, with a little difficulty that had Eddie chuckling in adoration before helping you out of it.

“Look at you…” he whispered as he appraised your body. He was aching almost as badly as you were to get rid of that bra. And no matter how much he loved the way your panties clung to your curves, he wanted you bare and beneath him.

“I promise I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You giggle, “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

He grins, “Why is that?”

You shrug, “Do I need to go over the list of girls you’ve brought around since I’ve known you?”

He scoffs through a smile, “Yeah, well, I had to keep myself busy waiting around on you, didn’t I?”

You scoff this time, looping your arms over his shoulders, oddly comfortable being so exposed in front of him. “That’s a lie.”

“I never met anyone I was interested in dating until I met you. But you had a boyfriend!”

“Yeah, well, you always had a girlfriend.”

He tsks, “Looks like it’s now or never.”

You smile widely and he leans down to kiss you, sweeping his tongue over your lip to pull an open mouthed moan from you, and licking into your mouth like he had your pussy earlier.

“Come lay down with me,” He said between kisses, “Let’s get you all comfy.”

Sparks erupted in your stomach and you nod as he takes you in his arms and swiftly steers you towards his room in hurried steps.

He pushes open his door so harshly it hits the wall, opening in time for you to step through before he’s knocking it shut with his foot. He gently nudges you down onto the bed, urging your shoulders to lay all the way down as he worked his knee between your thighs again.

“There we go,” His hands trail over your tits and stomach, pausing at the cups and tugging lightly as if he were going to pull it down but he left it up to you.

You unhook it and toss it off the bed, laying back down in your tipsy haze, your body buzzing and warm—drunk on booze and Eddie’s hungry gaze.

“Your turn.” You say breathily as you get comfortable against his soft blankets. His mouth is gaping as he pours over you, his hands poised to reach out and squeeze before you cover your chest with your arms and giggle for him.

He unfolds to his full height, revealing the thick imprint in the front of this jeans, showing you just how badly he needs to free himself. “A demand from the birthday girl?” He chuckles lowly and strips off his shirt, the swift movement sending his sweet and heady scent washing over your face.

His taught torso and arms were swirled with different art pieces, some were patchworks and others so dark and solid you can’t imagine how long they took. You’d always wanted to know how many he had, and maybe tonight you’d find out.

He’s pleased with the way you’re gazing up at him, as if he were the art and not his tattoos. “You like ‘em?” He asks before putting his hands on the pillow on either side of your head, hiding any shred of self doubt away as you nod.

If he got to have you for just tonight, he could be happy.

He waited a year before he found out he could’ve had you sooner, so tonight he’d take his sweet time and pull the most earth shattering orgasm from your body in order to help his chances of doing it again and again.

And maybe you’ll delete that stupid app.

Your hips writhe in search of his, your hands slipping away, dissolving the last thread of modesty you were trying to keep. He returns his attention to your chest and suddenly he’s lost half his power.

“What?” You giggle and before he decides to answer he drops his lips to the middle of them to press a lingering kiss.

“I love your boobies…” he whispers reverently before you throw your head backwards and laugh heartily, your hands draping comfortably on his shoulder and head as he smiles and presses wet kisses around the bottom curve of your breasts.

“Don’t call them boobies, you’re a grown man!” You softly scold and try to ignore the warm buzzing he was shrouding your body in with each kiss.

“They’re the best boobies.” He mumbles against your skin before the kisses intensify and he starts finding places to sweep his tongue over and suck, pulling an open mouthed whine from your unsuspecting lips. “I knew you’d like that.” He chuckles again, and leans over to delicately lick your pebbled nipple and suck it into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Your hold on him tightens, much to his satisfaction, and he begins rutting himself against your naked center. “Take—take these off—“ you manage as you feel his hand on your other tit and your brain starts melting when he massages it tenderly.

Without a word, he releases your nipple with a sonorous pop, and gets up from the bed to strip off his pants and boxers. The jingling of his chain and belt excites you, but not as much as the sight of his hard and leaking cock springing up against his stomach as he did so. You didn’t hear yourself gasp but you knew he did with the look he sent you as he stroked himself at the end of his bed.

“I dunno about you, but it feels more like my birthday, tonight.” He says as he steps around to the nightstand and procures a condom, keeping one hand on his manhood as if he were shy.

You smirk as he releases his hold on his member to open the package, to which you roll over on your stomach and crawl over to him. He looks at you with confused amusement and then he freezes when he feels your tongue on the head of his dick. “Oh, shit!”

“Happy birthday.” You giggle before taking his whole tip in your mouth and sucking it rhythmically to drive him mad. You gently caress his hips and in the next moment his hands are on your head, barely and pressure behind his touch.

“Oh, baby, you don’t—you don’t have to do this—“ he sighs out as the euphoria builds inside of him.

“I know—been wanting to.” You mumble before pushing his shaft up against his stomach and licking a wet stripe from sack to tip, but before you could pull it back into your mouth, he was flipping you onto your back again and rolling on the condom.

“You can do that any time you want,” he cuts himself off with a tender kiss to your lips, “Right now I just need to be in you.” He says in a whisper against your lips as he swipes the head of his cock through your wetness.

“Wanna feel you too, Eddie.” You sigh as he kisses down your chest again, “Please, please, please, don’t make me wait anymore.” You whine as he thrusts his shaft between your folds teasingly, “—It’s my birthday!!”

He laughs as he reaches your stomach and plants one last kiss above your belly button. “Since you asked so nicely.” He looks down between you, the ends of his hair tickling your chest as he notches himself right where you need him the most.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He mumbles before pushing the rest of the way inside, his lips connecting with yours in a needy kiss.

“Oh my go—you do too.” You’re quick to assure him. “Fuck me, Eddie, c’mon,” you urge him with your hips, desperate for his friction. He looses a breath, a moan threatening to escape along with it as he starts his slow movements in and out with tender care.

He’d always admired your gentleness, your soft spoken nature. He was sure if he fucked you too hard you’d break, whether it be physically or emotionally he wasn’t sure. So when you wrapped your legs around his waist and opened your mouth to say, “Harder, fuck me harder!” —He was shocked.

He gently pushes your legs back towards you, finding purchase on the back of your thighs and squeezing appreciatively. “You sure?” He asks with a playful lip between his teeth and a gleam in his eye you wanted to see again and again.

“Mhm..” you nod pathetically and he grins wider than the Cheshire Cat. He leans down, pressing himself into you as far as he can, and kisses you on the lips, “We have plenty of time for me to fuck you slowly, yeah?” He asks before withdrawing himself and slamming inside again,

“Oh, fuck, you take me so well.” He says into your neck and sets a brutal pace that renders you thoughtless. “You’re so—you’re so good—shit!” He pants against your skin. The feeling of his weight on top of yours makes you feel so small in his grasp, folded up at his will like a plaything.

His plaything.

“You—ugh! You’re so good..” is all you can think to say, but it’s enough to make him nuzzle against your breast before sealing his mouth against your skin and kissing and nibbling and sucking his way over to your nipple, his thumb working your clit as he pounds you mercilessly, “Cum f’me—“ he mumbles against you.

And at his command, you come undone all over his cock and fingers. The humming, all consuming pleasure washed over you, and your body nearly goes limp.

Your unbridled cries of ecstasy were almost enough to send him over the edge of pleasure, though it sped up the steep climb right before he’d free-fall to the sound of your orgasm and hurtle into his. He speeds up his thrusts, eagerly chasing his high and enhancing yours as he groans roughly into your chest, “Christ!”

“Oh, yes, Eddie!” You whine as your body lurches back into that white hot urge to fuck and feel, just knowing you’re the reason he’s getting off making you clench around him as he spills into the condom and fucks you through his high.

You feel his cock throb inside of you as he collapses on top of you, getting a face full of titties and groaning in satisfaction.

You fall limp against the bed and pillows, his large frame making no move to release you. You can’t help the giggle slipping from your lips, and his head perks up at the sound, his round brown eyes on yours as his own smile builds. “What?” He asks with a kiss to your sternum.

You shake your head and run your fingers through his hair and fix his bangs, “I just… can’t believe this just happened.” You chuckle.

He chuckles too and gives you three more kisses leading up to your neck. He pauses at your lips with a smile, “Me either.” He pecks your lips sweetly before he pulls out of you and strips off the condom to toss in the nearby wastebasket.

He flops down next to you, pulling the sheets over you both as he catches his breath—his chest rising and falling with deep breaths beneath his necklace. He looks over at you and smiles again, his hair tousled from where your hands had played with it as he uncovers a leg and uses the linen to fan himself, “Jesus Christ it got hot—“ he chuckles again and looks back to you.

Your cheeks flush and you pull the sheet over your chest before you turn to face him, “Yeah, it was.” You chuckle nervously.

He turns on his side and looks at you intently, gathering words he’d been keeping at the back of his mind for as long as he’d known you. “I wanna do it again sometime.” He whispered and reached a hand over to cradle your cheek and caress your shoulder down to tangle his fingers into yours.

You smile softly and can’t help your heart sinking in your chest at the idea of being one of the girls he entertained for a few weeks before he never spoke of them again. You’d rather go back to normal than end up that way.

He senses your hesitance and squeezes your hand, “We don’t have to—I didn’t mean—this can totally be a on off, you know?”

You nod dejectedly and squeeze his hand, “If that’s what you want, yeah, for sure.” You say only half convincingly.

He scoots closer and wraps his arms around you, “That’s not what I want—not even close.” He whispers, lightly trailing his fingers down your exposed spine. Your eyes widen and you can’t help but arch into his touch.

“What do you want?” You whisper, finding your hands sliding up his smooth chest.

A smirk pulls at his lips before he kisses your nose, “I want… you.” He chuckles easily at your surprise, “I want to… delete the stupid app off your phone and I want your permission slip framed on my wall.” He giggles as your blush stains your cheeks.

“Is that all?” You chuckle as he kisses your neck, getting progressively more excessive just to make you laugh more, “Are you gonna delete the app off your phone??” You question.

Without an answer Eddie lurches up from the bed, stark naked, and searches through his pants and jacket til he procures his phone and flops back down next to you.

He hopes you watch as he unlocks it and deletes all the hookup apps from his screen. He puts it on the table and rolls over to you again, taking you in his arms as if you belong there now. “I’ll delete allll the unnecessary numbers at breakfast in the morning, yeah?” He kisses your cheek and you smile madly before wrapping your arms around him and pulling his lips to yours. You can’t help but smile into the kiss as he deepens it. “Wanna fuck you like this every birthday.” His voice is muffled by your skin as he continues his kisses down your neck, the fire between you igniting again.

“So when’s your birthday, huh?” You ask in a sultry tone as his cock hardens and he rocks against you with a frustrated groan. He sighs as your hand closes around it and tugs at it playfully a couple times before he’s devouring your neck again.

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being oblivious | the wonder years

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

the guys find out will knows samy & demand to meet her!

word count: 1.9k

i’m writing this as if they were 16 so that’s why the dialogue might be kind of silly, but anyways. i imagine them being very fan girly about meeting samy & also excited so here’s their origin story :) p.s. i’d love any prompts or ideas for little blurbs or imagines for them so if you have any send them my way :)

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the boys agreed to a slow and lazy sunday with the first day of ntdp practice tomorrow and no one wanted to be too bent out of shape. drew and aram's voices were the only ones filling the living room as they argued over mario kart together while everyone else just tuned them out. will was splayed across one of the chairs mindlessly scrolling through his phone when someone nudged his leg.

the blonde's gaze found ryan's whose eyes were wide with disbelief. "what?" will mumbled as ryan flipped his phone so his friend could see what made him look so surprised.

his screen was a photo of will and samy hughes standing next to one another at the beach with wide smiles. not understanding ryan's shock, will raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"you know samy hughes?" ryan finally got out. his words caught the attention of the rest of the guys sitting around them. their heads spun in will and ryan's direction, waiting for a response.

"uh..yeah? you guys didn't know that?" will wondered, gazing at everyone else.

"no? how do you know her? do you know luke, jack, and quinn too?" ryan continued, excitement now in his voice.

"we're family friends. we grew up together. i grew up skating with her brothers," will had to laugh. he for sure thought it was common knowledge that their families were close and spent every summer together since they were babies.

"you're lying," ryan countered, disbelief on all of his features.

"no, i'm not. you see the picture. that's obviously me," the blonde chuckled while the rest of the guys started crowding around to see the other pictures ryan had dug up from mrs. smith's facebook account.

"why on earth would you keep this information from us?" aram muttered.

"i didn't know you guys didn't know. i dunno. it's not that big of a deal," will shrugged some, falling back into his chair.

"not a big deal? are you serious? you're family friends with some of the best hockey players in this country," ryan exasperated.

this was quite amusing to will. sure, he knew how popular the hughes family was, but it never really mattered to him and he never really thought about it until now. he's always just hung out with them every summer and that was so normal for will that he didn't realize it was a big deal to other people.

"wait, ann arbor is like..thirty minutes from here. do you think we'll ever run into samy?" drew exclaimed after the realization. a few of the other guy's faces lit up too and they all looked to will for an answer.

"uh..i don't know? maybe?" the boy shrugged. he didn't really know what samy did during the school year besides go to school and play soccer.

"wait. do you think we can meet her because you know her?" ryan's head popped back up.

"erm..i don't know. maybe?" will mumbled.

"what do you mean maybe?" gabe raised his eyebrow and suddenly will felt like some teacher with kids surrounding him waiting for answers like the guys were surrounding him with wide eyes at the idea of meeting samy hughes.

"i mean..we're close, but not that close. she hung around with grace a lot, so i don't really know how she'd feel about a bunch of guys wanting to hang out with her," will shrugged again.

"dude, you know samy hughes and grew up with her and you're telling us she doesn't wanna hang out with you?" aram deadpanned.

the blonde rolled his eyes and huffed out a sigh, “okay, i’ll ask, chill out.” the guys grinned, pumping their fists at the idea of meeting samy.

will immediately got a response after sending a brief text samy’s way. she was very much up to the idea and agreed to talk to her mom about letting them drive down to ann arbor for the day. after some more final arrangements, will, gabe, ryan, drew, and aram were all stuffed into a car together driving the 30 minutes to samy’s house.

the entire car was filled with excitement and chatter as they discussed samy and her brothers. will just kept to himself, still thinking how amusing all of this was and how much these guys were simping over samy.

they rolled into the driveway and will spun around in the driver’s seat, “just don’t be too weird, okay? don’t make her uncomfortable.”

“roger that, smitty,” ryan teased making everyone snicker but will. the five boys clamored out of the car and followed their friend up to the front porch, letting will do the honors of knocking.

some footsteps could be heard until the front door swung open and a very smiley samy stood before the five boys. all of them but will suddenly became shy under the girl’s bright smile. “will!” the girl exclaimed and immediately pulled the blonde into a tight hug.

“hey hughesy,” will chuckled as he squeezed her back. the two embracing missed the looks that came from will’s friends as they watched the interaction unfold.

“come on in. jeez, i can’t believe you’re gonna be in michigan for the next two years with me,” samy continued talking as she led everyone into the foyer.

“i bet you wish it was grace instead,” the blonde teased making samy roll her eyes. “whatever. it’s so cool to meet some of you guys. i guess you already know who i am,” the brunette chuckled as she turned her attention to will’s friends who still stood silently and awkwardly behind them.

“it’s nice to meet you. i’m ryan, that’s gabe, drew, and aram. we kind of begged smitty to meet you,” ryan spoke up, sticking his hand out. samy giggled as she happily shook ryan’s hand.

“wow, i’ve never had fans before. it’s always been my brothers,” the girl smiled.

“don’t let the ten year old girls hear you say that,” will mumbled. samy flushed before ignoring his comment.

“is that will?” a new voice came into the mix. the boys looked up and saw mrs. hughes walking towards them with a large smile on her face. the older woman tugged her arms around will’s frame, squeezing the boy tightly much like samy did.

“hey mama el, it’s good to see you again. thanks for letting us come over,” will chuckled.

“of course, anytime. you know you’re always welcome here now that you live 30 minutes away. i know i’ll be expecting a lot of visits from you. all of you, actually. our home is your home. my boys have all been through the dev program, so we know what it’s like,” ellen smiled towards the other guys.

“i’m sure that’s the only reason why they came over is to see quinn, jack, and luke’s baby photos,” samy giggled in a teasing tone. some of their faces flushed in response.

“come on, i’ll show you guys around,” the girl started further into the house leaving the boys no other option but to follow her.

after the extensive grand tour of the hughes family home, the six sat around the deck enjoying the remaining bits of summer weather. “what are you guys most excited about for the dev program?” samy wondered, trying to get to know everyone else some more.

“probably just getting to hang with these guys all the time. we’ve all gotten pretty close already,” aram chuckled as he reached over to tussle up drew’s hair. the other boy squirmed away, quickly fixing his hair.

“new people, new place, new coaches. lots of things to start learning,” ryan added in.

“is it weird being away from home? my brothers never had to go far since we already lived here when they all did it,” samy wondered and most of the guys nodded.

“for sure, but it’ll be a good experience, you know?” ryan said and samy nodded.

“well, at least you guys have one more friendly face around here. you’re all welcome to come to my soccer games this season too,” the girl quickly beamed.

“right, i forgot you switched sides,” drew said.

“if you guys ever play with her, you better hope she’s on your team,” will cut in making samy flush and the other guys chuckled.

“uh oh, she better than you at soccer?” gabe snickered, pushing at will’s shoulder.

“she’s better at me in everything,” will nodded.

“remember that time i scored 3 goals on you and luke on the ice? ugh, i still think about that day and how you two had to pay me each $10,” samy laughed.

“don’t remind me. you cheated anyway,” the blonde crossed his arms, eyeing the girl beside him.

“i did not! you guys were just mad a girl was better than you at your own sport,” samy quickly defended herself.

“whatever. we’ll get our redemption this year,” will huffed. the girl just rolled her eyes and the two once again missed the looks from everyone else.

the entire time they’d been there it was nonstop flirting from both samy and will. they expected the two to be close, but they didn’t expect the amount of teasing and very painfully obvious to everyone but them flirting. will’s cheeks reddened anytime samy poked fun at him and they saw the way samy’s gaze lingered on the blonde when he wasn’t paying attention anymore.

no one said anything until they were back in plymouth that night. all of them kept glancing at the blonde, wondering if he’d say anything, but nothing came from him as he stretched out on the couch and started scrolling through his phone.

ryan eyes bounced from gabe’s to aram’s and then to drew’s. will didn’t realize the silence until he noticed the guys lingering by the entryway occasionally glancing at him.

“what?” the boy laughed, confused by their behavior.

“you and samy are a lot closer than you led on,” ryan started causally as he leaned down on the couch.

“i guess. she’s like a sister,” the blonde chuckled, clearly not understanding the deeper implication trying to be made. the family zone. it definitely did not look like a sibling relationship to the guys.

“a sister? you flirt with her like she isn’t,” aram finally got to the point, a teasing, shit-eating grin on his lips as he took one of the chairs.

“flirt with her? what the hell are you on about?” will grew confused.

“dude, be so serious right now. there’s no way you don’t see it,” ryan laughed.

“see what?” now will was getting frustrated with the laughter coming from his friends.

“you guys were literally flirting with one another the entire time, it was disgusting. there’s no way you haven’t had feelings for her or some shit,” aram cut in again.

“for samy? no way. we’re friends. we always have been. i could never see her like that,” the idea even made will shudder. all he had ever seen her as was another sister to get annoyed at and bother him whenever he was doing something.

“mhm,” gabe mumbled.

“jesus, you guys are so annoying. i kind of regret bringing you along,” the blonde rolled his eyes, refocusing his attention on his phone.

“you say that, but i give it a year at the most and then you’ll realize what we’ve been saying was right all along,” ryan snickered with another annoying grin. the other guys nodded in agreement.

the only thing will could do was ignore their comments because none of them were true. him and samy were like brother and sister. there were no feelings nor would there ever be.

#hughes!sister x will smith au #samy x will #will smith hockey #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan

[wooahaes]

out for delivery

pairing: none? non-idol!svt with a mention of gn!reader

prompt: that one post i made about reader asking for them to send their cutest delivery guy

genre: comedy. this is just silly stuff teehee

word count: 1.4k~

warnings: food mentions. svt arguing about who is the cutest. i didnt proofread this at all btw its just supposed to be silly goofy fun.

daisy’s notes: this has been in my drafts for over two months.

Junhui was the one who read off your order to the others, only to stop when he saw the special instruction in the delivery spot: send ur cutest guy, pls. 

Of course, being someone with access to the internet, Jun had heard of this kind of thing before. People who throw in instructions like that for fun, or people who ask for things to be drawn on their to-go boxes (he always did those when they popped up--his art skills might not be perfect, but he can draw a little cat saying ‘enjoy your food!’ any day), or sometimes the occasional message from someone to another (the ‘person loves you’ or ‘person says to get well soon’ kind of deal). But this? Here? Well...

“Which one of us is the cutest?” He mused aloud, catching Jeonghan’s attention as he stepped away from the kitchen to wipe the sweat off his brow.

“What?”

Jun nodded toward the screen and your specific instruction. “They asked for a cute delivery guy. Who’s working today?”

Jeonghan paused, musing on the question. “Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Vernon,” he listed off, although he continued to wrack his brain to see if that Namjoon guy was in as well. Nah--Maybe on the weekend when they’re busier and need the extra hands, but three already is kind of overkill as it is.

(Not that any of them are complaining, that is: they’re still getting some sort of payment for all of this.)

“It doesn’t say cutest delivery guy,” Jeonghan said. “Just our cutest guy.”

Seungcheol looked up from his clipboard as he came back, brow raised. “Me?”

Jeonghan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Obviously, I’m the cutest one here. I’ll make it.”

It was at this point that they’d started gathering the attention of everyone currently in (which, today, had been everyone except for Soonyoung, who was still out on a delivery across the city).

Seungcheol stared at him, “You don’t work delivery--”

“So?” Jeonghan said. “I don’t mind going--”

“You don’t, either,” Jun piped up. “I could run if I need to--”

Seungkwan was finally the one to speak up, “What are you talking about?”

For a moment, the three said nothing. If everyone got into this conversation, it’d be an all-out bloodbath, especially with Seungkwan taking part. Yet Wonwoo, who had been sitting nearby, enjoying his few minutes of rest after his own series of deliveries, looked up.

“Someone asked for a cute delivery guy, and they’re debating about it,” he shrugged, looking back at his phone--although the tiny smile on his face was still evident. The rotten fucker--

“I can go,” Joshua spoke up, as if he wasn’t literally working on your order alongside Mingyu. “Just gimme a sec, I’ll change shirts.”

Seokmin, who had been busy rolling out pizza dough, looked up. “Is this really a debate? I think we all know I’m the cutest one here...”

“Both of you work in the kitchens,” Seungcheol said, “you can’t leave.”

“All of us are in today, and it’s slow right now,” Chan said, already washing his hands of flour, ready to remove his apron in a moment. “You guys won’t miss me.”

“Who said you were going?!” Seungkwan whipped around, “If anyone goes, it should be me! Everyone who comes in tells points out how cute I am!”

Mingyu looked up, a cocky smile tugging at his lips. “Who gets asked out the most here?”

Silence. The motherfucker...

And then Minghao looked up. “They said cutest. Not hottest. Which eliminates all of you--”

“I’m very cute!” Seungkwan huffed, “That’s why it should be me.”

Vernon looked up from his phone, yet another delivery boy who probably should just take the order when it’s ready. “I dunno. I think I’m pretty cute. I could do it. Plus,” he shrugged, “kind of my job--”

“You’re hot and you know it,” Jeonghan spoke up. “Hao has a point. They requested the cutest guy--which means it’s down to Seungkwan, Chan, and I.”

Minghao scoffed, rolling up his sleeves. “Just you three?”

Mingyu had thrown an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders, dragging him from his quiet spot of observation straight into the conversation. “Jihoon should be included, too.”

“Oh? What if this person flirts with him?” Jeonghan chuckled. “They’re paying in cash and Jihoon would probably walk off without it.”

Jihoon’s face turned red. “I’m not that bad--”

“You almost did it last time you had to work the window.”

“They were too upfront!” Jihoon huffed, his face slowly turning red. “If they had said to you what they said to me, you’d run, too! That’s why Jun had to take over!”

“They said you had pretty eyes!”

Jihoon’s face burned with embarrassment. “It was the way they said it...”

As if in his own world, Jun quietly mused aloud, “I think I’m pretty cute,” as he continued looking over the order again.

“And if Jun’s cute, then I’m cute.” Joshua wiped his hands down his apron, turning back. “Jun, does the order say anything else?”

He shook his head. The only note you had put in was the note they were debating about now: send ur cutest guy, pls. Nothing more, nothing less. Hell, none of them even knew why you’d asked for their cutest guy. Was it a joke? Were you kind of desperate for something? Was this going to be the really bad intro to a porno? The questions persisted.

Seungcheol had been the one who pulled your pizza from the oven when it was time, boxing it up and carefully sealing it. “Who’s delivering it?”

Immediately, several people had volunteered.

He rolled his eyes. “Wonwoo, Vernon--”

“I’ll do it,” Seungkwan insisted further. “They asked for someone cute!”

Vernon raised his brows. “Dude, what the hell--”

“You know you’re hot, shut up.” Seungkwan turned. “If they want someone cute, then it’s only between a few of us. Not including Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan gasped, turning around as he pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m angelic--”

“That’s a lie and you know it!”

The bell chimed as Soonyoung made his way in, going completely ungreeted as the conversation continued. He looked to Wonwoo, who merely shrugged in exchange before watching as Minghao began to make the very well formulated argument that he was the cutest (his fairy-like giggle was direct proof, in his own words--the others called him cute all the time for it). Which caused Seungcheol to argue back that if he was including laughs as evidence, then his own could count because plenty of people found it endearing. Soonyoung said nothing, walking over to where the orders were as he began looking through them for another delivery since his break would come later tonight.

“I’m not saying your laugh isn’t cute,” Seungcheol said, “I’m saying you can’t use it as proof when all of us have cute laughs!”

“Some of you sound like a hyena,” Minghao rolled his eyes, “and some of you are too ‘hot’ to be cute! You talk about how handsome you are all the time--”

“Stop, you’ll make him pout,” Jeonghan chuckled from nearby, “and then he’ll really start insisting he’s the cutest of us.”

The bell chimed again, and Jun merely glanced up to see that it was only Soonyoung leaving. He turned back. “People tell me I’m cute. I’m carefree.”

“Childish cute doesn’t count,” Seungkwan said, lips pursed. “I’m cute because of my mannerisms.”

“The same mannerisms you get mad at Soonyoung for imitating,” Seokmin muttered under his breath, only to earn a deadly glare from Seungkwan. “You do!”

Wonwoo looked back down at his phone, wondering if he should have been recording this entire conversation. “I think I’m cute.”

“One of us has to go,” Joshua spoke up, “before their food gets cold. And I think I should do it because I’ll be the fastest--”

“Dude,” Vernon looked up. “I’m pretty fast on my bike.”

“It’s a bike, we’d all be fast  on it,” Minghao scoffed. “Why aren’t one of them doing it?” Minghao gestured toward Wonwoo and Vernon. “They’re the delivery boys!”

“Still on break,” Wonwoo said without looking up, “for another few minutes.” 

Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something--probably about how one of their breaks had already ended by now.

“Also, Soonyoung just left with it,” Wonwoo added casually enough.

Immediately, several pairs of eyes went to where the order had been left... and sure enough, it was gone.

And then chaos ensued, and Wonwoo hid yet another smile as he listened to several people bemoan that little factoid. Yet Soonyoung was pedaling away, completely lost as to what had gone down while he was gone.

(And when he showed up, bragging about the huge tip that you had given him while laughing about the fact the others had been arguing... Well. They knew what was going to happen the next time you threw in that special request.)

taglist: @twancingyunhao​ @synthetickitsune​ @gyulbabie​ @wonuziex​

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt x reader #svt imagine #seventeen x you #svt x you #... thats it thats all my tags sdkjfhsdf

[massivedrickhead]

sending a sleepy prompt because I don’t want it to end yet!! I’ve read each prompt you’ve posted right away so my day would feel incomplete without it🫶

21. “Give me a goodnight kiss?”

maybe it could be like Beca and Chloe in their own world, forgetting they’re with the Bellas and the girls finding out about their relationship when Beca kisses Chloe goodnight? (or vice versa)

(you can go an entirely different route if you want to though, I’m sure it’ll still be amazing)

The streak continues! Let's gooooo!

21. “Give me a goodnight kiss?”

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

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It was the end of another long Bellas movie night, and if she’s honest, Beca was impressed she lasted this long. 

She’d been dozing for the last hour, her head resting back on the sofa, her hand millimetres from Chloe’s, their pinkies just touching.

When the credits finally started rolling, Beca sat up and stretched.

“Okay,” Beca said. “I’m calling it a night.”

“You don’t have one more in you?” Chloe asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.

“I didn’t have that one in me,” Beca said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Fine,” Chloe said. “Goodnight.”

She turned her face towards Beca and, without thinking, Beca pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Night,” she said.

The various conversations that had been happening around the room all fell silent as if someone had flipped a switch. 

Beca frowned.

“What?” She asked.

“Don’t ‘what?’ us,” Stacie said. “What the hell was that?”

They were all staring at her and Chloe, and Beca felt her insides freeze.

Beca swallowed. “A goodnight kiss?” She said, her voice a whole octave higher. “You know, like friends do?”

Chloe let out a snort of laughter. 

“Is this a new thing you’re trying out?” Cynthia Rose asked.

Beca shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Well I for one would like to opt out,” Amy said. 

“I dunno,” Stacie said. “I think I could get on board.” 

Beca swallowed again and glanced down at Chloe, who couldn’t seem to wipe the amusement off her face. “Cool,” she said. “Well, now we’ve all accepted that without any further questions, I’m going to bed.”

Beca tried to leave the room when Stacie cleared her throat.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Stacie asked. “Where’s my goodnight kiss?”

The rest of the Bellas started laughing, and Beca looked at Chloe who shrugged, a grin still on her face. 

“Unless you want to just tell us the truth?”

Beca sighed, and Chloe gave her the smallest nod.

“Fine,” Beca said. “Chloe and I are-”

“-wait!” Amy said, interrupting, her phone in her hand. “Can you wait like twenty minutes before you tell us?”

“You can’t do that,” Stacie said. “She wants to tell us now, she should tell us now. Right now. Definitely not in 20 minutes.”

“I just don’t think we should rush her,” Amy said. “Right, Cynthia? Jessica? Ashley? Flo? Someone back me up?”

“I don’t care, I lost two days ago,” Cynthia Rose said.

“What are you guys talking about?” Beca asked.

“Nothing,” Stacie said quickly. “Just spit it out, Bec.”

“Keep it in, Beca,” Amy said. “Keep your secrets. Trust no one.”

Chloe’s shoulders sagged.

“You all know, don’t you?” Chloe asked.

“Know what?” Stacie said, one eye on the time. 

Beca sighed. She held out her hand and Chloe took it. “Chloe and I are dating.”

“Yes!” Stacie said, her fist punching the air.

“Dammit!” Amy said at the same time. 

“Not quite the reaction I thought we’d get,” Chloe said. 

“I mean, I’m super happy for you guys, but come on! You couldn’t have waited until after midnight. Beca, can’t you keep it in your pants for five minutes?” Amy asked.

“Pay up aca-bitches!” Stacie said hand outstretched. The other Bellas grumbled and began putting $10 bills in her hand. 

“You guys were betting on us?” Beca asked, unsure if she should be offended or not.

“Beca, sweetie, we’ve known for like a month,” Stacie said. “We’ve been placing bets on when you’d finally tell us.” 

Beca threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. “So we’ve been sneaking around all this time for nothing?”

“I wouldn’t call it sneaking,” Flo said.

“Yeah, you guys are about as subtle as an earthquake,” Cynthia said. 

“I thought there was an earthquake the other night,” Amy muttered. 

“Okay,” Beca said, her cheeks flushing red. “That’s enough of that.”

“Look, we wouldn’t have done this if you’d just told us all at the beginning,” Stacie said. “Why didn’t you?”

Beca looked at Chloe, whose shoulders had sunk again. “I just… I was scared,” Beca said, her eyes fixed on the floor. “I didn’t want to tell you all, then screw it up, and then we’d have to tell you we broke up.” Chloe took her hand again, and Beca looked at her. “Chloe wanted to tell you all,” she said. “I was just scared.”

There was a silence in which Beca and Chloe just looked at each other.

“Well now I feel like an asshole,” Stacie said, breaking the silence, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“We were going to tell you all,” Chloe said. “We just needed to make sure that what we had was going to last first.”

“And you think it is?” Cynthia asked. “Because otherwise this will get real awkward, real fast.”

Beca and Chloe smiled at each other. “We think it is,” Chloe said.

There was a chorus of ‘aw!’s and they were suddenly in the middle of a Bellas’ group hug.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough of that,” Beca said wriggling free. “Well, now that’s all out in the open, I’m going to bed.” She held out her hand again. “Chloe? Care to join me?”

Chloe grinned and took hold of Beca’s hand. “Night everyone!” She said as Beca pulled her towards the stairs.

“Not in our room!” Amy called after them.

#bechloe #pitch perfect fanfiction #fanfic #pitch perfect fanfic #fanfiction #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #beca #chloe #bechloe fic #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fluff #bechloe prompt #bechloe one shot #fluff #one shot #prompt #no matter the timeline #bechloe drabble #drabble

[mickittotheman]

Hi can I ask for a prompt for #12? Thank you

Hi! Re: your follow up ask, no worries lol, I just assume all of these are gallavich bc that's pretty much all I write.

So full disclosure I did cheat a little bit with this one by stealing a scene from my wip, but I think it works well as a stand alone??? Maybe??? Hopefully???

12. ...in grief

“Hey, Mick?” Ian says– sniffs, really– voice soft and small. It’s late. Mickey’s sure there’s moonlight streaming through the edges of the curtains out in the living room, but in here it’s pitch black, the tomato lamp flicked off hours ago.

Mickey grunts in response. He’s not asleep. Not even close. But he’s been pretending to be, just so he can soak in the feeling of Ian’s warmth against his front and his arm and the side of his face. 

Ian strokes a light hand up and down Mickey’s side. Lets the silence stretch on for a long moment. Mickey suppresses a shiver from the touch. He can hear Ian’s heartbeat, loud and steady and just a touch too fast against his ear. “Is your mom still alive?”

Mickey tenses. Clamps down on his knee-jerk response of ‘none of your fucking business’. The rise and fall of Ian’s big chest below him has stilled, and Mickey digs his nails in threateningly to get the stupid fucker to start breathing again so he doesn't die of oxygen deprivation while Mickey tries to figure out what to say. “Uh. I dunno.”

Ian waits. Sighs a bit after a long while. He’s disappointed, and he’s trying to hide it, but Mickey can tell anyways.

“She sorta just disappeared when we were kids,” Mickey blurts out. “Terry– uh, my dad– he always told us Laura got deported. Tony– he’s Terry’s oldest, at least as far as we know– said she probably OD’d. He never liked her all that much. His own mom was long gone by then, and Laura was basically the same age as him when she and Terry married, and he’s always been a dick. Word on the block was that Terry killed her and dumped the body. Iggy thinks she just ran off.”

“And you? What do you think?”

Mickey shrugs a shoulder. “Dunno. I uh… I didn’t really like thinking about it, y’know?”

He tenses up even more, because that’s undeniably one of the most pansy ass things he’s ever admitted to, but Ian doesn't make a big deal about it. Just keeps up the steady motion of his hand. Tilts his head down so he can smush his nose to the top of Mickey’s head and sniff at his hair like a fucking freak. “Sorry.”

Whether Ian is apologizing for the creepy sniffing or for bringing it up or for the shitty situation as a whole, Mickey’s got no clue. He responds with a lazy shrug all the same. “‘S whatever, man.”

He gnaws on his lower lip. Tips his head to the side just enough to press a kiss to Ian's skin, right above his heart, and it’s stupid and sappy and cringy as fuck but it makes Ian relax just the tiniest amount.

The guy just lost his fucking mom. Mickey can deal with losing some dignity. 

“You ever miss her?” Ian murmurs.

Mickey nods. Short and sharp, just once, but he knows Ian can feel it against his skin. 

“Yeah,” Ian sighs. “It’s funny. You think I’d be used to missing her by now. Hell, half the time I was glad she wasn't around. But this… this is just. Different.”

“Yeah,” Mickey says, because there’s nothing else to say. He’s always been shit with this sorta thing, anyways. All he can do is squeeze the arm he has draped over Ian a bit tighter, until the breaths puffing against his hair go shaky and stuttery and eventually slow down as Ian drifts off to sleep.

send me a number~

#prompt games #gallavich #my scribblings

[cutiecorner]

Uhh I saw you were asking for prompts and I dunno if that’s how you wanted to send these but! Maybe cuddle?

Okay so this is kinda not even an agere fic but I thought it was cute anyway. Enjoy Little League crumbs!!

Today was bound to be a rough day for the Justice League. Post-mission days always were. Stopping an intergalactic war was tough, but the aches and pains after were also a challenge. They called in the auxiliary heroes to take care of earth while they recovered, even for one day. Through no fault of their own no less - a recovery day was a requirement instated by a certain butler who no one wanted to be on the bad side of. So they relented, confining themselves to the watchtower to spend the day tending their wounds and assessing their fun new battle scars. 

Rather than hauling up in his room, John had chosen the community couch as his resting place for the day. He thumbed through the DVD case to find something to put on while he iced his sore muscles. He found himself smiling as he took one out of the case.

“I can’t believe we have this up here,” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Have what?” J’onn had joined John in the common room, floating lazily over to join him on the couch.

“Green Guardsman Forever. It’s a dumb old movie.”

“Green Guardsmen Forever is an underrated masterpiece” another voice chimed in.

Wally walked, slowly for once, toward them carrying a huge bowl of popcorn.

“Of course you would like it Wally. Were you even born when this came out?” John laughed.

“I was 6, thank you. I still remember seeing it in theaters.”

“Well at least it reached its target audience.”

“Come on, John, you know you love it.”

John shyly rubbed his neck, but gave in.

“Okay, yeah, I loved it. It’s corny but I just loved seeing Green Guardsmen on the big screen. Makes me feel like a kid.”

“Well this calls for a guys night,” Wally plopped himself down next to John, “You up for it big J?”

J’onn nodded, sitting himself on the other side of John.

Wally turned popped a kernel into his mouth - “Get ready to have your mind blown.”

.

“... And everybody lost their minds when Brian Mallard was cast as the Green Guardsmen, but I thought he was funny. Maybe he doesn’t live up to the serious side of the role they we didn’t even give him a chance -” The three were thirty minutes into the movie and John’s commentary had begun in earnest. He had lots to say about the adaptation of his favorite superhero. J’onn had laid his head in Johns lap, happy to listen and nod along. 

“What do you think, Wally?”

“Huh?” Wally woke up to the sound of his name, he had fallen asleep on John’s shoulder ten minutes ago.

“I just like the pretty colors.”

“Oh that’s another thing, they took a unique approach to color grading-”

.

It was past midnight, and Shayera had finally awoken from her post-mission nap. She was making her way to the kitchen when she saw the three heroes curled up on the couch. She crept up as to not disturb them - she really wanted to savor the image. John had an arm around Wally and one on J’onn’s back, holding them in his sleep. J’onn snoozed contently in his lap, Wally on his shoulder. They actually looked at peace for once. Shayera draped a blanket over the trio.

“Good night, guys.”

#agere fanfic #< just putting it in the tag so its with my other fics

[cl00udyyanan]

heyy!!! i honestly dunno how to write requests if im suppose to be really indepth or just give u a prompt or smth but if u could i would really like some roommates au kazuha and the antics that come with it

this was a very nice prompt lol thank you for sending it in! i think having kazu as a roommate would be such a fun experience i hope you like it

synopsis: kazuha is your college roommate and he likes to bake really really late at night

warnings: none really i mean a little fire maybe

characters: kazuha

notes: this can be taken as platonic or romantic don't matter uh this was nice to write and i like the idea of kazuha having a little bit of adhd symptoms bc i can say myself i have baked cupcakes at 2 am and almost caused a fire....

⊱ ───── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.}───── ⊰

•you weren't too excited to have a college roommate, but when kazuha had introduced himself upon entering your small shared apartment, you assumed he was the quiet type so he wouldnt be a bother, boy you were wrong

•kazuha was definitely the quiet type, most of the time you couldn't even tell he was home until he crept up behind you tryna talk to you but instead just scares the mess out of you

•he always had little knick knacks sprinkled around the apartment, one time you found a wooden squirrel with a beanie on the counter

•he was practically the perfect roomie, he'd make breakfast in the mornings often and would clean up (of course you'd offer to help) buys you dinner and stuff , so sweet

•he luckily was not one of those roommates who had people running in and out, but he did have this little green haired guy come over every now and then. you tried to introduce yourself but he kinda ignored you lol

•you also found out he played guitar! he even pops into your room to just strum some songs for you or recite his little lyrics

•it can get kinda annoying when he's playing his instrument in the middle of the night tho :/

•he often asks if you want to go hang out with him like taking walks or going to coffee shops

•he tried to convince you to get a cat for the apartment, when you finally agreed, he instantly had to get rid of the cat bc the landlord saw you tryna bring cat litter into the room lol (we miss you coco)

•in all he is a great roommate

there was one time though...

you knew kazuha was an eccentric person and that sometimes he would have little phases where he'd hype fixate on new hobbies, but baking an entire two tier cake at 2 am had to be a stretch. you were cuddled in your soft blankets in your room, sleeping away from the rest of the world uninterrupted. yet, when a a foul energy entered your lungs and awoke you with a coughing fit.

you threw your comforter off and ran out of your room following the path of black smoke to the kitchen. you mouth flew open with hands on your hips, you found the culprit of the fire, ther was kazuha hardly dressed with just a red shirt on with an underground band on it and a pair of grey basketball shorts. his snow unruly hair held back with a hair tie like he had been working on something. he was hissing through his teeth while carrying a gray steel pan with pink mitts on, he placed the pan on the counter then closed the oven. kazuha's eyes were squint, he hunched over and let out a mess of coughs. the gray smoke accumulating in the air made your eyes stung.

"kazuha what the hell." you coughed out. he peered up at you with his strawberry eyes, a small smile grew on him happy to greet you. you scowled at him. "come on man what are you doing, its two am..." he shrugged and waved the smoke from his face. "making you a birthday cake? he quiped. you walked past him to the window and lifted it up. "dude, my birthday isn't for three more months." you heard kazu chuckle. he took the pan and began to work on his cake again, as if he didnt almost cause a fire. "oh good, it not burnt." you purvhased yourself against the wall, staring at him bewilderingly, he truly was a free thinker. "wow! that smoke you made could have told me otherwise." kazuha let out a bark of laughter, he turned to you with the brightest look on his face. "oh hush, i'll let you have first bit if you stop complaing." he sung. you couldn't say no to that, if the cake comes out right. kazuha definitely wasn't roommate of the year, but he was an amazing person to have by your side, you could never admit that to him though.

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#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #kazuha x gn reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha genshin x reader #kazuha scenarios #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha x reader #kazuha headcanons #genshin impact x reader #kaeya genshin impact

[gurugirl]

ok guys. unless you've been living under a tumblr rock you'll know @fkinavocado and i have been working on a collab and by popular demand (not that we gave you guys many options to choose from lol and we kinda wanted to do this one anyway ngl 😅) it's gonna be a wolfrry fic 👀 we've been talking abt it for the past month or so and it's been taking shape in our shared google docs file so much so that now we're kinda ready to get this show on the road in the near future so now is your chance to speak up and send us asks with what you'd want to see in this fic. we already have a very clear outline of the story we wanna tell- so, think small ideas, particularities wolfrry would have, i dunno- bits and pieces you'd like to see included. so don't go super wild and specific- but the quirkier, the better- and what we mean by that is that we are really keen on doing something super original (at least to our knowledge). we've read anything there is out there in this fandom on this trope to try and not be repetitive, so maybe don't ask for something that has been done before if you can help it but i for one can speak for my readers that you've always come through with great prompts and ideas that have really gotten my creative juices flowing so i thought it'd be great to ask you guys as well and see what amazing stuff you come up with, and then we'll just take all the credit 👀 djskhfsdfls 🤣🤣 @purplekiwis has already been amazing in giving us some amazing ideas that we've expanded on 💓 so. yeah. i hope y'all are as excited as we are. we're not sure when the fic will be ready to see tumblr daylight but i thought i should officially let you guys know that it's definitely happening and to give you the chance to send in your ideas if you should want to 💌

#harry styles smut #wolfrry #harry styles fanfic

[thebibliomancer]

Earth X #11

We’re getting really close to the end. Let’s wrap up some subplots while we can.

Before this series began, Black Bolt blinded Uatu the Watcher to conceal his actions and then set off a Terrigen Bomb that mutated all humanity into Inhumanity. He had his reasons.

Uatu recruited Aaron Stack, Machine Man, to be his seeing eye robot. Aaron discovered that Uatu was hiding a dark secret - that inside Earth there is a Celestial egg which will one day hatch and destroy the world.

Humanity has long been manipulated by the Celestials to serve as guardians for the egg. In fact, Uatu claims that everything that makes humans human was just a beneficial trait to make humans evolve the power to protect the world from outsiders and themselves.

A terrible psychic teen known as the Skull has risen up and brought thousands under his control. He shoved President Osborn out a window and plans to take control of everything.

The Skull, too, was part of the Celestial plan. Not that he knew it. Meant to bring the chaotic mutated population under control so in-fighting wouldn’t threaten the planet and the Celestial egg.

Cap raised an army to fight the Skull but failed because he tried a full frontal assault on the guy with mind control powers.

Now the world is basically the Skull’s.

Aaron has flipped Uatu the bird and gone to recruit Reed Richards, telling him all the horrible cosmic egg stuff.

Reed asked Black Bolt for a favor and then went to confront Uatu on the Moon.

He has a lot to talk to him about. Like how Alicia Masters is so cool that she proves humanity would still have worth even if they hadn’t been altered by the Celestial seeds.

Then, Reed realizes that Galactus was the natural balance against the Celestials but whoops, Reed turned him into a star.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Add a tally to the counter. Other stuff would borrow Earth X’s idea that Galactus’ role was to balance out the Celestials.

Peter Parker has suited back up as Peter Parker Spider-Man after seeing his daughter May/Venom in the Skull’s creepy clutches.

Fat Spider-Man is one of the things most known about Earth X.

In all honesty, Peter just has the middle-aged out of shape look. But deciding to wear a Halloween costume that’s many sizes too small isn’t a great look for him.

I don’t even know why he did it. His identity is public. A Halloween costume doesn’t offer any more protection than his civilian clothes they actually fit him do. I feel like this is in here because it was one of the concept sketches. So whether it makes sense or not, Peter has to wear a costume that doesn’t fit.

Honestly, maybe it was to psyche himself up. Let’s just say that’s the case.

Between issues, he has rescued Captain America from the Skull’s forces.

Now that he got his ass kicked again, Steve has an actual plan and goes to visit Thing to borrow Alicia’s living clay sculptures.

The Skull can’t control something that doesn’t have a mind.

And it’s not going to be several issues of globe-trotting to gather forces for a counterattack. Steve already burned through those resources!

On the Moon, Black Bolt attacks the Celestials.

Fruitlessly.

They blow him the hell up.

But his real goal, the favor Reed asked of him, was to use the most powerful voice in the universe to send an SOS from the Moon. Shouted into space.

To who? Dunno. Another mystery for later.

But we learned what favor Reed wanted and that Black Bolt’s face is kinda messed up from his body adapting to the rigors of space so that’s why he started wearing a mask.

Hope that SOS plot thread also gets a prompt resolution. We only have so many issues to go.

And there’s still dangling plot stuff like Mar-Vell or why Loki decided to help Aaron.

Cap vs the Skull gets a round three. The clay sculptures work great since the Skull can’t control them.

But they work best as camouflage.

Disguised as one of the clay statues, Captain America sneaks up on the Skull and breaks his neck.

Bye, the Skull. You were horrible but you were funny.

His particular brand of bratty menace has been stopped but the day is not saved. Actually, the day got worse.

When the Skull dies, the Celestials head towards Earth.

As Uatu explains in the appendix, the Skull was a fail safe to keep the people of Earth from threatening the planet. With him dead, the Celestials are going to wipe out all life on Earth so nobody down there causes more trouble.

(The appendices in this issue are particularly good. Uatu desperately wants to know what’s happening and Reed agrees to tell him if they trade questions and answers. Uatu reveals that the Celestial seed germination comes in different stages. Earth is mostly at stage 1 - just a chaos of different powers being triggered. Mutants, Hulks, Spider-Men, Fantastic Four. And so on. Stage 2 is where the Skrulls are. Homogenization of people and power. Interestingly, Uatu claims Reed himself represents what a stage 2 human would be. Given time, all of humanity would become Mr Fantastics. There’s a stage 3 but Uatu tells Reed to ask Aaron about it.)

Anyway, the Celestials are coming to wipe out all life because Cap broke a kid’s neck.

Luckily, Iron Man has a giant robot he got from Osborn and has been building an army of Iron Men for years to usurp the dude.

He never did it because Tony didn’t want to be in charge but it’s sure handy now that Tony has continued to be Tony. Ridiculously prepared.

Tony fighting Celestials in a giant robot? Another tally for Earth X.

#earth x #liveblog #Celestials #spider man #mayday parker #venom #captain america #black bolt #iron man #the vision #uatu the watcher #mr fantastic

[fkinavocado]

ok guys. unless you've been living under a tumblr rock you'll know @gurugirl and i have been working on a collab and by popular demand (not that we gave you guys many options to choose from lol and we kinda wanted to do this one anyway ngl 😅) it's gonna be a wolfrry fic 👀

we've been talking abt it for the past month or so and it's been taking shape in our shared google docs file so much so that now we're kinda ready to get this show on the road in the near future

so now is your chance to speak up and send us asks with what you'd want to see in this fic. we already have a very clear outline of the story we wanna tell- so, think small ideas, particularities wolfrry would have, i dunno- bits and pieces you'd like to see included. so don't go super wild and specific- but the quirkier, the better- and what we mean by that is that we are really keen on doing something super original (at least to our knowledge). we've read anything there is out there in this fandom on this trope to try and not be repetitive, so maybe don't ask for something that has been done before if you can help it

but i for one can speak for my readers that you've always come through with great prompts and ideas that have really gotten my creative juices flowing so i thought it'd be great to ask you guys as well and see what amazing stuff you come up with, and then we'll just take all the credit 👀 djskhfsdfls 🤣🤣

@purplekiwis has already been amazing in giving us some amazing ideas that we've expanded on 💓

here's a little more info to give you a bit of direction: y/n is human and harry is the alpha and we already have the storyline built up for the most part. we're looking for personality traits / maybe some random ideas or situations we can put them in to add to the story / small personal preferences that wolfrry or y/n might have, etc.

so. yeah. i hope y'all are as excited as we are. we're not sure when the fic will be ready to see tumblr daylight but i thought i should officially let you guys know that it's definitely happening and to give you the chance to send in your ideas if you should want to💌

...oh and yeah. it's lhh 👀

#harry styles smut #wolfrry #harry styles fanfic

[boxboxlewis]

prompt: daniel pining for max and lando can absolutely not take it anymore…. proceeds to try and help daniel out by being his wingman😅 love ur writing btw❤️❤️

(i veered slightly from the prompt here, anon. hope you still enjoy!)

Lando finds Daniel in his driver's room, sitting on the sofa with his elbows on his knees and his head down, staring at nothing. Not ideal.

He says, "All right there, Daniel?"

Daniel hasn't really been all right all season, and Lando feels kind of guilty about it. Not that guilty, but like, Lando's seat for next year is secure, while Zak has apparently promised Daniel's to half the Indycar field as well as Oscar Piastri. It's hard not to feel a bit bad, but also knowing it's Daniel who's fucked and not him feels kind of good, in a sneaky, queasy way; but then feeling good about someone else feeling bad tips him back to feeling bad again... it's all a mess, basically. This shit is why Lando goes to therapy.

Daniel still has his head down and his hands on the back of his neck. He's got his headphones on, so like. Maybe he just didn't hear. Lando pokes him with a toe, gingerly, and he whips his head up. It looks like maybe he's been crying, or at least on the verge of it. Pre-crying, when your eyes are all red and your throat's tight.

Lando has zero idea what to do with an emotional Daniel Ricciardo. He says, "Uhhh," and tries to look normal and not like he's being judgemental or whatever, which just leads to him overthinking it and feeling like maybe he's not blinking when he should be.

Daniel says "Hiya, Lando," and his voice sounds wrong, all thick and strange. Fuck. Lando blinks rapidly.

"Er... do you... I can," he begins, and tries desperately to think of anything helpful he can do. "I can phone a friend for you? If you'd like?" Jesus Christ. As if Daniel is a contestant on Who Wants To Be a Millionaire. Sometimes Lando really wishes he could dropkick himself.

"That's very kind," Daniel says. "Not really what I need right now, but it's kind." To Lando's horror, Daniel's eyes fill with tears, and now he's properly crying at him. They didn't cover this in orientation.

"What do you need?" Lando asks desperately.

"I dunno, can you get my boyfriend to un-break-up with me?"

"Your... boyfriend?" Lando didn't know Daniel was dating anyone. He definitely didn't know Daniel dated guys.

"Yeah, you've probably met him? 2021 World Champion, about my height, blondish hair, stacked thighs?"

Lando's brain is fully blue-screening. "You're dating Max Verstappen?"

"Well," Daniel says, and does a little hiccupy crying breath. "Not anymore!"

"Ok," Lando says, "ok, well, we're supposed to be signing miniature helmets right now, but, uh. I can tell them you're... throwing up?"

Daniel scrubs the heels of his palms against his eye sockets, in a way that honestly looks quite painful. "Nah, you're all right. I'm a big boy, I'll pull myself together. Can't let the fans down just because I've had my heart broken, right? Not when they've paid for their merchandise!"

Lando hasn't seen Daniel like this before, all brittle and strung-out and teary-eyed. He says, "I think maybe you need a break, mate. Like, go back to the hotel for a bit, yeah? And maybe, uh." He doesn't know why he's saying this; things are always so smooth and so good with Luisa and his Max that he really doesn't have much experience navigating relationship downswings or whatever. But he can't stop himself from adding, "Maybe call Max and try and talk it out?"

Daniel laughs, then, and it's a horrible parody of his normal laugh. "Oh, great idea, Lando!" he says. "I would definitely do that if he hadn't, like, blocked me on every platform. I guess I could email his agent, right? I could send him a fanmail!"

"Has he blocked you on Instagram, really? Because people will notice that," Lando says, before he pulls himself together. "Um, but, anyway. I'm going to tell them you're sick, so just... go back to the hotel, ok?

Daniel goes back to his hotel. Lando dithers a bit and then takes out his phone. He texts Max Verstappen, hey mate what the fuck did u just do to daniel. And then he waits.

(edited to add - you can now read the maxiel breakup that precedes this scene, if you'd like)

#asks #maxiel fic #or like... post-maxiel i guess #ln4 #my fic #ficlet #i might write more of this we shall see!!! #outsider pov #dr3 #mv33

[thebluestbluewords]

Jay/Lonnie, mentions of child abuse and technically-underage sex, wildly unfinished.

+

“You’ve got wicked scars on your back,” Lonnie says softly, tracing her fingers over the raised white lines that stand out even now, years later, on Jay’s back. “I don’t want to be rude, but can I ask about them?” 

It’s probably a lie. Lonnie has never once worried about being rude, and that’s one of the things Jay likes about her. He pushes up into her touch.

The feeling of her hands (bare) on his back (also bare, and so exposed) sends weird sparks through his skin, into his bones, and it’s not unpleasant, but it’s definitely weird. An adjustment, physically and mentally, to accept touch that isn’t meant to hurt. 

“Yeah?” he says carefully, forcing his voice to stay light, casual. “I mean, you can ask. No promises that I’ll answer.” 

Lonnie takes her cue to press harder, stroking her fingers up and down the ridges, scratching gently with her nails at the most raised and pitted areas. “What happened? I can guess at some of them, but this one’s not like anything I’ve seen before.” 

Jay shivers. “Electrical cord.” he says. It’s not worth the effort to make himself sound bothered by it. “It’s deep in places ‘cause the plug cut through.” 

Lonnie makes a sharp noise. “Through your skin?” 

“Yeah. Can you keep touching it?” 

Her hands start moving again. Yeah. That’s the stuff. Being touched by a friend is fucking incredible.

Lonnie’s fingers catch on one of the deep, twisted scars right at Jay’s hip. “This one can’t be from a plug,” she says, emphasizing the can’t with that particular auradonian inflection that Jay can’t quite manage to copy. “It’s crazy deep, and unless they plugged it into your skin, I don’t see how that could happen.” 

Jay rolls his hip up into the touch. He’s got a lot of scars, and the memories of the ones on his back that he can’t see every day the memories sort of fade together.

“Mm.” he hums, thinking. Weird and deep probably means something different here. All the other isle kids have scars like his, or worse. “Dunno which one you mean.”

Lonnie scratches her nails over the spot. “It’s right here. Sort of like a twisted hole, like a chunk of skin went missing, maybe? They didn’t shove an electrical plug into your back, did they?” she asks, voice lilting up on ele-trical and back with that  accent again. Jay shouldn’t be annoyed, but it’s a hit to his professional pride that he still can’t imitate it right. He’s supposed to be this charming guy, the one who can get anywhere and find anything, but he can’t get a handle on the stupid auradonian upper-class inflections, and every time Lonnie emphasized a word differently than he expects, it sticks out in his brain like a fresh, shiny nail on an old building. He’s the people guy, able to blend in anywhere, to steal anything, but he can’t steal his way into fitting in, and it’s a growing irritation every time he can’t get it right. 

Right. Scars. Hip. Deep. 

“No,” Jay says thoughtfully, wracking his brain for what the scar actually is. “Who d’you think “they” is anyway?” 

Lonnie shrugs audibly. She makes a soft little humming sound in her throat when she does it, one she might not even be aware of. “Somebody. I don’t know. Your dad?” 

“Nope.” Jay says. He’s pretty sure of that, at least.  His dad’s scars are the main ones on his back, but he never hit below the belt, and her fingers are pressing lower on his hip than where the waistband of his pants usually sit.  

“Some other kid?” Lonnie prompts, running her other hand up and over the curve of Jay’s spine. “It seems crazy that someone would just do something like that to you. Did you have like, a cool fight with someone over a weapon, or something?” 

Oh. 

Right. 

“Technically,” Jay says slowly, the memory burning with unexpected clarity now that he’s found it. “Yeah. It was a fight. When I burn bridges I burn them hard. We were fighting the pirates over— something stupid, now that I’m thinking about it. One of them sunk a hook in my hip. Left it there when he pushed me overboard. My body tried to heal around it, so it left the crazy scar.” 

Lonnie tips her head, considering this information. “The pirates?” she says softly, pressing her fingers deep-deep-deep, into the sharp divot in Jay’s skin, like she’s not even thinking about it anymore, just following the feeling. “I didn’t think they were the sadistic sort. But I guess I didn’t think you were the sort of person who’d eat a girl out for an hour, so I guess that’s on me for judging people by their appearances.” 

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #jay son of jafar #li lonnie #Jay/Lonnie #I don’t know if they have a ship name because I don’t think I’ve ever considered them as a pairing #Lay……perhaps…… #I think they’re good friends and they might make good fuckbuddies #but this is not meant romantically #the context was probably one of my Let More Fictional Characters Fuck drabbles #specifically Let More Fictional Characters Have Sex For Reasons Other Than True Love #in this case I’m fairly sure it was meant to be about finding friends who will help with feeling touch starved #anyway

[lulamadison]

Thank you @coldcompanion for sending me a prompt! No idea why the link doesn’t work but hope you see this  😘

126. “we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”

“I can't believe you did that,” Daniel said as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“I dunno, man. You'd think you'd know me better after all this time,” Johnny said with a note of amusement in his voice.

“This isn't funny, Johnny!” Daniel exclaimed. “We're quite literally fugitives of the state thanks to you!”

“So no pizza?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

It was their first trip away as couple and Daniel had rented an Airbnb as a surprise. It was in a suburb of Las Vegas named Paradise, just close enough to the strip that they could Uber back in minutes, but far enough away that it had a wonderful garden full of trees and romantic lighting.

The trip had been incredible. Daniel had expected being in Vegas with Johnny would be wild and raucous, but it had been the complete opposite.

He'd been content to spend most evenings in the beautiful garden, curled against Daniel's side, under the branches of the Orange trees that were decorated in fairy lights.

It really had been paradise, but it was all ruined now.

“Will you please take this seriously?” Daniel said. “We're criminals now. You made us break the law.”

“It was an accident, man,” Johnny said. “I forgot it was there.”

“That's because you're irresponsible, you asshole,” Daniel snapped. “Just for once in your life, I wish you'd act like an adult.”

“I act like an adult all the time,” Johnny replied.

“When?” Daniel asked incredulously. “When do you act like an adult.”

“Gotta be over 21 to buy beer, man,” Johnny said. “That's literally being an adult and I do it every day.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “I think we should give ourselves up. They'll go easier on us, right? If we hand ourselves in. That’s how it works, right?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Because you've been arrested dozens of times,” Daniel snapped at him.

“Yeah, but not by the Feds,” Johnny replied. “This is a federal crime, LaRusso. That's like the FBI or something, because we crossed state lines.”

“It is?” Daniel asked, his face falling. “Oh my god, Johnny. Are we going to jail?”

“Maybe,” Johnny replied.

If they hadn't been in the interstate Daniel would have slammed his foot on the breaks.

“Really?!” He gasped.

“No, LaRusso,” Johnny said loudly. “It's an Orange. Why are you freaking out?”

“The guy at the border inspection station literally asked us if we had any fruit, Johnny,” Daniel shouted. “You told him we didn't, so we broke the law!”

“It's an ORANGE!” Johnny repeated. “It's hardly the crime of the century.”

“I can't believe you brought an Orange back from Las Vegas of all places,” Daniel sighed. “Why the hell would you do that? You don't even eat fruit!”

Johnny made a grumbling sound, muttering words under his breath that Daniel couldn't quite catch.

“Uh, what was that?” Daniel asked sarcastically.

“It was meant to be a surprise,” Johnny said.

“What was?” Daniel snapped.

“I wanted to grow a tree, OK?” Johnny shouted. “I brought the Orange home because I wanted to grow a tree.”

“You what?” Daniel asked.

“Daniel, I loved that garden,” Johnny said. “I loved being with you in it. It was our first trip and I never wanted it to end, so I thought if I could take an Orange home and grow a tree from it, then it would be like it was always with us.”

“You... You wanted to grow a tree for us?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah,” Johnny replied. “It's all ruined now though. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“You broke the law for us,” Daniel said.

“I did,” Johnny replied. “Because I wanted you to know how much I love you, but it was a stupid idea, I guess.”

“Well,” Daniel said with a smile. “Maybe I'm cool with being a fugitive for that reason.”

“Really?” Johnny asked.

“We can be like Bonnie and Clyde,” Daniel replied with a laugh.

“I'd rather be Smokey and the Bandit,” Johnny replied with a grin.

“Smokey was the cop, Johnny,” Daniel replied, as they continued along the interstate.

“Oh,” Johnny replied. “Maybe we can be Bonnie and Clyde then.”

“Hopefully the California border patrol won't shoot us down over an Orange,” Daniel replied with a grin.

“Maybe,” Johnny said.

“Even if they did, I'd be ready,” Daniel said with a grin. “Us fugitives have to stick together.”

#Cobra Kai #fanfic #150 prompts #fanfiction

[darkorderaf]

Hi! Could I please suggest #s 61 and 62 from the general prompt list for Kenny?

Hey there! Yes, absolutely. Here’s some spicy and sassy Kenny. <3 Thanks so much for sending this in; I hope you like it!

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC. Prompt: “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” + “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” Rating: Soft M. Warnings/Content: Little spicy at the beginning! Word Count: 810.

Tag List (asked to be added/removed): @alyhull @boutmachines @lghockey @sillynilly27 @simoneinside @vtriggerbucks

(I don’t own gif; all credit to thunderkiss86!)

“We’re going to have to be quiet,” Kenny grunted in her ear, his hips a comfortable pressure against her ass. “Think you can do that for me, baby?”

“Sure I can,” she panted as she pressed back against him. “You worry about yourself.”

He huffed and took her chin in hand, turned her so he could kiss her as he flexed his hips. Talking wasn’t on either of their minds when they fell into the Elite’s dressing room. It had been too long since they had seen each other. Too long feigning indifference in front of everyone before they found those sacred, secret moments. Kenny had caught her eyes after his match and with the subtlest tilt of his head, she read his mind and followed.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, they set an intense pace. Pants and shorts gone, lips nearly bruised. Curls mussed and his breath hot against her neck. There wasn’t enough time. Her breath hitched as he shifted her and angled himself just right. Kenny chuckled at the sound, pleased with himself, and relentlessly charged ahead to get her to make it again. It was mean, rude even, and she smothered her whine.

She had been doing so well. Just as he fucked into her as deep as she could, her attempts at being quiet were shattered by the breathy, high moan that spilled out of her as her head fell forward. Then there was a knock on the door and the voices of two confused Jackson brothers.

Shit, how long had they been there?

They had been doing so well and it had been months since the last time they were almost caught. Kenny’s hand slipped over her mouth and her hands tightened against the counter. She wanted to say sorry but words? She didn’t know her.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Kenny huffed as he chased his release. The knocking became more insistent and he bared his teeth, sighed as he pulled out of her. He kissed the top of her sweaty spine before he stepped away from her. “Goddamn it, Young Bucks.”

Legs like jelly, she stumbled to get her bearings as she smoothed her appearance out. Kenny glanced between her and the one exit they had. Then the closet. She made a face and shook her head. He made a face back and threw his hands up. It was their only option.

Their only and most uncomfortable option, she found out. In the dark of the closet, her eyes burned holes through the door as she heard Kenny clear his throat and make that nervous laugh of his.

“Oh hey guys, what’s up?”

“Oh nothing,” Nick intoned. “Just checking on you after that clinic you put on out there. You good? We heard a…sound? Like someone was in pain or…maybe not in pain? Dunno.”

She blanched and hid her face.

“What? Pain?” Kenny fumbled out then laughed again, disbelief in his voice. “Oh, I just…tweaked my back! And was stretching it out. Let me tell you, it was one hell of a tweak. That’s probably what it was. No, that’s definitely what it was.”

“You tweak your back a lot, dude,” Matt said with a laugh. “Didn’t you…tweak it here a couple months ago too?” There was a tone to Matt’s voice that made her stomach drop. “Place must be cursed or something, right? But yeah, gotcha. Glad that you’re doing okay there, buddy. Don’t forget to, uh, hydrate and stretch responsibly.”

She heard the brothers clap Kenny on the shoulder and make a quick exit. As soon as they were gone, Kenny whipped the door open and the two stared at each other. What they had was…delicate, to say the least, and something that could easily fall apart.

“They totally know,” she stage-whispered as she climbed out and dusted herself off. The brother’s shared tone and word choice set off warning signs. “Oh my god, they didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“Yeah, no shit, sweetheart,” Kenny whispered softly. He chuckled and scrubbed a hand over his face. Dragged his fingers through his messy curls then dropped his hands. He raised one as h e offered a potential explanation. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Oh, this is my fault?”

Her brows raised, betrayal on her face. Kenny threw his hands up and turned away to begin a slow pace around the room.

“No, that’s not–This being sneaky stuff really is for the birds, alright? It sucks.”

“You know, it’s really not us that you need to worry about,” Matt cut in as the dressing room door opened and two heads popped into the doorway. “It’s, uh, that guy.”

All eyes moved to the TV in the room just as a horse raced across the titantron and her brother charged out to dole out some cowboy shit.

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