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jjunieworld · 1 month

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── a bed in your shape ⋆ 𓈒 ⊹ 🖼️ ˊ𓂃

read part two here ⇢ a life in your eyes ☆

pairing: huening kai x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluffy, childhood bestfriends to ???, slice of life, blonde!kai, kai is kinda an asshole (i'm sorry)

synopsis: for as long as you could remember, you’ve been in love with your bestfriend kai. the only problem is, he never loved you back. yet, you can’t stop imagining your life with him.

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author's note: happy easter to all those who celebrate! this drabble was heavily inspired by the song strawberry blond by mitski!! all feedback is appreciated and please reblog instead of just liking! yes, i know i use ‘blonde’ instead of ‘blond’… i just like the way the ‘e’ looks better lmaoo.. txt comeback tomorrow and i’m so excited!!! i hope you enjoyed this little drabble!! ♡

you knew what you were doing was going to lead to heartbreak, but at the moment you couldn’t care less. you and kai had planned a picnic in a nice field that the two of you had been visiting since you randomly found it as kids.

at the moment, you were listening to kai talk about this girl that he’s been going on about for months now. the wind was flowing smoothly over your skin from the open window, the spring breeze cooling you off. it was nearing summer now. “we have a date later today that i’m actually really nervous about,” kai spoke, his eyes briefly glancing at yours from the road. “i really really like her, y/n.”

you turned fully from the window to him. despite your heart fluttering at your name on his lips, you gave him a small grin as you said nothing. kai had pulled up to the field, which had saved you from answering anyway.

looking down to your hands in your lap as he parked, you tried to ignore the crushing weight of your heart. of course it wasn’t you he liked—how could you be so naive? this wasn’t some sort of fairytale. you still remember vividly overhearing kai’s conversation at the surprise birthday party you and your mutual friends had threw for him. “don’t be ridiculous,” he had said.

“i could never see them that way.”

you got out the car, looking over to see the top of kai’s blonde hair kiss the sunlight and turn golden. a smile formed on your face. as long as you had kai, that’s all that mattered to you. you didn’t need anything else—not this town, not this road, not this field. not even the sunshine, you’d much rather be clouded in darkness. just him.

grabbing the picnic basket and the blanket, you followed kai out to the field. the field was quite beautiful, the lush green grass was spread across the rolling hills with tiny multicolored flowers dotted about. it looked straight out of a painting that claude monet would’ve painted, and it belonged solely to the two of you.

jogging a little to catch up with kai’s long legs, a giggle slipped from your lips. kai looked at you with a small smile playing on his mouth, “what?” another giggle escaped you as he dodged out of the way of a bee, shaking his arm furiously as the bee tried to land onto his arm after. “they must think you’re a flower,” you replied.

you wouldn’t doubt it, he looked like a sunflower if you’ve ever seen one. blonde hair like honey and rosy cheeks as sweet as pie. kai chuckled, “why are they only going after me then? what about you?” he waved his hand in the air at you to insinuate you’re just as much of a flower as him. you shrugged, “must not be shining as brightly as you are.”

kai tilted his head at you and shook his head. he then wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you both continued your way to your spot in the field. “come on now, don’t say that! you shine just as bright as me, if not more. if anything, we shine brighter together!” you couldn’t disagree with that.

you laid the blanket out onto the grass and kicked your sandals off so you were barefoot, kai doing the same. you sat down onto the blanket and began taking out the wrapped food the two of you had prepared. the wind picked up just as kai went to lie down, flicking the blanket up. instead of laying on top of the blanket, he was now laying fully in the grass. either kai didn’t notice, or he didn’t care about the change.

“the clouds are so beautiful,” he breathed, tucking his arms behind his head. you placed the remaining food onto the blanket and scooted over slightly so you could lay down next to him. pointing, you grinned as you tried to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks, “look, that one looks like a duck!”

kai looked over to you and it made you realize how close the to of you were to each other. “a duck?” he asked incredulously, “that’s clearly a boat!” you returned his gaze with raised eyebrows. “a boat? maybe you should get a new prescription…” you shot back. kai playfully nudged you, causing the both of you to laugh.

you sat up and reached for the muffins you had bought. as you took a bite out of it, savoring the sweet flavor, kai spoke up. you turned to see that he was sitting up now, unwrapping a sandwich as he looked over the field. “i think she’ll really like it here,” he stated before taking a bite from the now unwrapped sandwich in his hand. raising an eyebrow, you lowered the half eaten muffin, “what do you mean? you’re bringing her here?”

“yeah, it’s breathtaking here,” kai shrugged as if what he just stated meant nothing. “she said she wanted something quiet but meaningful and this is absolutely perfect.” you abandoned your muffin in the empty space where it once sat in the container. he had your full attention now.

“but this is our spot,” you spoke slowly. it was as if you were trying to convince yourself that what you just heard come out his mouth somehow got twisted and you were trying to set the record straight. kai just nodded, adding nothing. so you did. “our spot—since we were kids, kai.”

kai nodded once more. “i know, y/n. what’s the issue here? it’s a field. we can find another field if you want to,” he furrowed his eyebrows at you and anger started to rise in you at the confusion in his voice. why didn’t he get it? even if you didn’t have any feelings for him, this was still your spot. your field—just the two of you. not the two of you and some girl.

“it’s not about finding another field. this field is suppose to be sacred—just for the two of us—and you want to bring some girl to our spot?” you practically seethed. desperately, you tried to control your tone, but the anger that had seeped through refused to be hidden. kai sat up straight and you knew you had made a mistake.

“it’s not just ‘some girl,’” kai said defensively. “she’s my girlfriend, and i can take her wherever i want to—even here. it’s just a stupid fucking field. it’s not even that special.” you opened your mouth to retort but all you could get out your mouth was a choked, “g-girlfriend?”

kai rolled his eyes at you, not hearing what you said, “save it, y/n. this is ridiculous.” he stood up from his spot in the grass and grabbed his shoes. kai began walking the path back to his car barefoot and you quickly stood to your feet. “you’re leaving me here? are you fucking serious right now, kai?” you shouted after him. kai continued, clearly ignoring you.

you watched as he got to his car and roughly flung the driver’s side door open. watched as he yanked his shoes back on and watched as he ripped out of the small gravel road and drove furiously away from you.

slumping to your knees, you let out a deep sigh. it looks like you’re walking home. you looked over to the spot in the grass where kai was just moments before. it was as if he didn’t even leave. the grass was still indented in the shape of him. your heart broke and your eyes watered as you reached over to softly touch the flattened grass.

packing up the food and the blanket, you tried your absolute hardest not to break completely. you knew this would all lead to heartbreak, and still—still you continued. foolish. you should’ve known better, maybe then all of this could have been avoided.

breathing out another sigh and looking over the field one last time, you began the walk back home. you were sure this was the last time you’ll ever be in this field again.

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eiightysixbaby · 7 months

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i think eddie would be super into mutual masturbation and i wanna write about it. 18+ only

you’re sprawled out on eddie’s bed, legs parted to allow him the perfect view of your pussy. you pinch one of your nipples between your index finger and thumb, rolling the little bud and sighing contentedly.

eddie lays at your feet, perpendicular to you, propped up on one elbow. his shirt is off, tight black jeans showcasing his growing hard-on as he watches you intently, unwilling to miss a single second of this.

“please, baby. gotta touch yourself f’me,” he begs, his eyes huge as they zero in between your thighs. “let me see it, honey, please.”

what can he say? sometimes, eddie just wants to watch you. he loves the way you can get yourself off over and over again with ease. you know your body better than anyone, of course, and it’s so hot to watch you play.

you slowly bring your hand down, two fingers ghosting over your clit. eddie curses, his hand palming his cock over the layer of denim. you dip both fingers inside of you, your cunt already dripping with arousal. you let out a sharp breath at the intrusion, pressing your fingers as deep as they’ll go, silently wishing they were eddie’s. your eyes screw shut as you start to find your rhythm, fingers curling expertly into your sweet spot.

“uh-uh, eyes open, baby. you know how this works,” he says, chin dipping slightly as he looks at you. “eyes on me, sweet girl.”

your eyelids open once more, looking directly at the man before you. it’s intense, watching him watch you. your lips part in a gasp as you continue to fuck yourself on your fingers, your other hand working to stimulate your swollen clit. eddie’s eyes meet yours every now and then, and every time they do you feel like you might die. his stare is overwhelming, his eyes dark as he gets more and more aroused.

then he’s unbuttoning his jeans, working them down his legs along with his boxers, letting his cock spring up to slap against his tummy. your eyes are glued to it instantly, the tip red and leaking, begging to be given some attention. he grips his cock in his fist, stroking it slowly, languidly. his head falls back, curls cascading over his shoulders as his pretty pink lips part in a pleased sigh. his thumb swipes over the tip, collecting the pre-cum that waits there, his body jerking slightly from the stimulation.

his cheeks flush pink as he starts to stroke himself faster, groaning when your fingers squelch inside of your wet walls. a high-pitched moan escapes you as you get closer to your first orgasm, fingers moving quicker around your clit.

“fuck, sweetheart, you getting close?” eddie rasps, picking up his pace on his cock slightly.

“yeah, oh fuck, feels so good,” you whine, your voice lilting as you hurtle over the edge.

your cunt clenches around your fingers, eddie watching the whole scene before him. he fists his cock faster, breathing heavy as he concentrates.

“christ, you’re so fucking sexy. gonna give me another, yeah?” he coaxes, watching you regain composure.

“yes, fuck, eddie,” you catch your breath. “gonna make myself cum as many times as you want me to,” you give in to him, letting him have some control even though he’s not the one touching you.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he pants. “so good for me.”

you add a third finger to your soaked cunt, throwing your head back with a drawn-out moan. eddie feels like he’s in heaven, taking note of every detail of you. the way your chest rises in a staggered pattern with your shaky breaths, the way your pussy grips your fingers when you circle your clit, the furrow of your brows as you focus on his hand stroking his cock.

“so pretty when you touch yourself, baby. gonna make me cum just watching you, f-uuuuuuck,” he groans, giving himself an agonizingly slow stroke before picking up his pace again.

you watch in awe, every noise that comes from his lips sending little twinges of arousal right to your core. the veins in his arm are prominent as he jerks himself off, muscles tensing from his intense grip. his voice is raspy, deeper and huskier than usual, strings of ‘fuckfuckfuck’ leaving his plush lips.

you’re already at the edge of another orgasm, the first one leaving you extremely sensitive. you push your fingers as deep as you possibly can, curling them desperately. your legs are shaking, your breathing quick and shallow as you fuck yourself. you’re watching every pump of eddie’s dick in his fist, wishing your mouth was around him, wishing he was filling you. it drives you crazy, making you itch for him, bringing you to your breaking point.

eddie meets your eyes and you explode, seeing stars as you cum for the second time in minutes. it’s all he needs to let go, too, giving himself a final few strokes before he’s gone.

“shit shit shit. fuck,” he curses loudly, his cock twitching in his hand as ropes of cum shoot out, strangled whimpers escaping him that make you throb.

you watch the way the muscles in his abdomen flex as he rides it out, cum coating his hand and bits of his stomach. his face and neck are flustered, a slight shade of pink creeping up the skin. you release a pitiful moan at the sight of it all, and eddie smirks at you.

“like what you see or somethin’?” he taunts, grazing the pad of his thumb over his sensitive head.

you nod, unable to form words just yet, but the message is received.

“give me one more, baby, and then I’ll fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”

and you’d be a fool not to oblige.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic

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mingwrites · 21 days

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baby boy 🧸

WARNINGS: smut (MDNI) , seonghwa x afab reader, reader is called mommy, reader is a gentle dom, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, intercourse, cream pie

1,300 words

~♡༚✧˳⁺⁎

in the middle of the night, a knock at your door awoke you from your dreams. you heard a small whimper, and even in your hazy, half-awake state you knew it would be your roommate seonghwa up and needy again.

you sat up and glanced at the clock. 3:40. then you turned your head to the tall and thin shadow in your doorway. “seonghwa?” your groggy voiced whispered. “do you need mommy time again?”

“mhm,” a small voice replied, softly reverberating in the still, moonlit bedroom.

you patted your sheets. “alright, c’mere, baby.”

the shadow stepped into your room and you first noticed that seonghwa was naked save for a pair of briefs. you were then shocked to be met by a pair of puffy, red eyes. your spine shot up straight as you were suddenly fully alert. “honey, are you crying?”

seonghwa sniffled and rubbed his nose. “i was…a little while ago.” he sat beside you and you placed your hand on his shoulder. “i…um…i just…need you to make me feel better. please.”

“okay,” you said, your own mouth sinking into a pout. giving seonghwa a side hug, you told him, “i’ll make you feel better, i promise.”

“can…can you…get yourself off first?” he asked meekly, rubbing at his nose again. “i wanna watch.”

“of course, baby.”

when you first opened your legs for him, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. “you’re so pretty,” he would say, eyes glued to your pussy. the frown on his face was already fading, and he had stopped sniffling.

seonghwa let his hand rest idly over his crotch as he began to stiffen. he was completely transfixed your pleasure instead of his own. you moaned softly as you traced circles over your sensitive clit. “mm, mommy feels so good.”

“all for me?” seonghwa asked, finally returning to your eyes.

“all for you, baby boy. just for you.”

as you got closer, seonghwa became more and more exasperated. still only palming himself, you took pity on the poor, desperate man. you asked, “do you wanna take your pretty cock out, hwa?”

“mhm,” he nodded, lip between his teeth.

“you can do that, baby,” you assured him, “touch your pretty cock for mommy.”

he did as told, sliding his briefs down his thighs, exposing his tall, erect cock. he wrapped a hand around himself and began slowly pumping. immediately his stiff posture softened as he embraced the pleasure stemming from his cock and soaking into his tired body.

“how does it feel, baby boy?”

seonghwa whined, his eyes closed tightly like he would cry again. “it feels good, mommy.”

your stomach did a backflip at the sound of his sweet, needy little voice. not to mention, the sight of his frustrated, leaking cock in his delicate hand. you moaned louder as you felt your muscles tighten.

“good boy, seonghwa,” you panted out, “mommy’s so close for you."

seonghwa whimpered, his hand picking up its pace. “want mommy to cum,” he said, lips in a pout.

just then you did, a string of long moans escaping your lips as you closed your thighs around your hand. your body shook as the waves of orgasm overtook you. seonghwa stared all the while, savoring the sight, the sound, the smell of your pleasure.

he practically collapsed onto the mattress with a sob, landing on his stomach, cock still out and in need of attention. “mommyyy,” he whined, “you’re so pretty when you cum… thank you for letting me watch.”

you brought your fingers away from your clit and let your legs open again for seonghwa’s viewing pleasure, his face only inches away. “you’re always welcome to watch me, sweetheart. now, how about we get that cock of yours-“

“can i taste you?” he interrupted, eyes shining up at you like a puppy.

caught a little off guard, you asked, “do you want to?” although you should’ve known he would make such a request. seonghwa’s hunger was seemingly never satisfied.

“yes, mommy,” he answered.

“go ahead, baby boy.”

without wasting a second, seonghwa began lapping up your orgasm before wrapping his eager lips around your swollen, sensitive clit. he sucked diligently on your little nub, moaning against your pussy like a starved man. seonghwa had always had a way with his tongue, and he was always happy to use it.

soon, when the pleasure got to be too intense, you gently pushed seonghwa away. “too much, baby, it’s too much.” he wiped his mouth as he continued to stare at your helpless nub. "seonghwa," you whispered, giggling when his big, round, sleepy eyes finally met yours. "do you want me to take care of you, pretty boy?"

seonghwa simply nodded sheepishly, too shy to answer with his voice.

"do you wanna have mommy wrapped around your cock?"

he bit his lip. "mhm."

"lay back, baby," you instructed, gently pushing his bare chest into your mattress. you slid his underwear fully off, tossing them to the floor. then you straddled him, your dripping core hovering over his. seonghwa's hips bucked a little as he grumbled impatiently. you gently shushed him, petting his rosy cheek. "relax, baby, mommy's gonna take good care of you."

you lowered yourself onto his length, groaning as he parted your plushy walls. being filled was just what you needed. seonghwa did it so perfectly, the curve of his cock rubbing all the right spots like he was made just for you. but that wasn't what was important right now; you were taking care of him.

seonghwa stared down at where your bodies melded until he was fully inside when he dropped his head back and closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh of relief. he groaned greedily as you began to slowly rock on top of him, your soft muscles squeezing just right.

your pussy drooled at the sight of the slender man beneath you and between your legs. with just the tiniest coat of sweat, his skin glowed in the cool light of the moon. you watched as his chest expanded and compressed at an uneven rate, each time accentuating his abs. you followed those abs down to the light strip of hair that lead to the part of him you were most focused on; where he became a part of you.

you rocked your hips faster, grinding your clit into his pubic bone as you started to pant. you paid close attention to what seonghwa wanted-what he needed-and did your best to comply. at some point, his hands found their way to your ass and he held on tightly, encouraging further movement from your hips.

it didn't take long for him to come completely undone, his mouth agape as he let out every beautiful sound that arose in him. his eyes were closed tight as he begged for more. "yes, mommy, don't stop, please..."

even sooner, his moans became high-pitched and hoarse and his hips began to shake. "where do you want to cum?" you asked, not slowing your movements.

all seonghwa responded with was a series of whimpers and moans.

"use your words, baby boy," you reminded him.

"in...side..."

your heart fluttered at his words. he had never asked to cum inside of you before. were you really going to let him? to take that risk? in your sex-drunken haze, those questions left your mind as soon as they arose.

"cum for me," you said shakily, "cum for mommy."

with a choked sob, he did just that. his hot, thick cum filled you to the brim, and it felt amazing. not only to completely let go of any fears that had prevented it in the past, but also to give a friend what he needed. it made your heart warm and brain fuzzy. and pussy happy.

without letting his cock go, you laid your head on seonghwa's chest, feeling his heart beat on yours. he held you close, beginning to stroke your hair. "feel better, baby?" you asked.

"yes, mommy."

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rillils · 3 months

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how do explain stucky from the moment they met to where they are now (together in each others arms) to my friend who knows nothing about marvel

ohh this is a tough one, honey! i think i've got two options for you:

the short answer:

stucky is a compendium of all the best tropes out there, and i'm sure i'm gonna miss a few:

soulmates? check! star-crossed lovers? check! battle husbands? super check! mutual pining? check! 'and they were roommates'? check! best friends to lovers? check check check! long-lost lover comes back from the dead? fuck yeah, check! temporary amnesia? check! dude in distress trope? check! 'they will always find each other and choose each other in every lifetime'? also check! identity porn? extra check! saved by the power of love? you guessed it: check! slow burn or childhood sweethearts? you decide!!! did they share their first kiss when steve was 16, as per a popular fanon theory? did they only confess their feelings during the war? did they only get together much later, when bucky was healing in wakanda? you can pick literally ANY point in their timeline, and it will still make sense! they're all equally valid! you can even have multiple different headcanons at once, i mean who's gonna stop you??? all you have to do is join in the fun! 💕

the long AF answer, aka:

STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 1/3

all right, let's set the scene:

imagine two young kids, let's call them steve and bucky. they meet, they immediately take to each other, they become instant besties! and as they grow up together, facing many hardships, their bond deepens. not only are they best friends; they are also each other's family. they take care of each other, and they both know they can always rely on one another in times of need.

when steve's mom (and only remaining relative) passes away, bucky reminds him that he's not as alone in this world as he thinks he is: bucky will always be by his side. bucky will always love him unconditionally, will always be there for him, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, and he wants steve to know that.

in fact, he asks steve to move in with him, thus offering steve both a literal and a metaphorical home.

and steve says yes!

SO. they are each other's home, they're living together, they're getting by all right. but then war breaks out, and eventually it reaches their little home as well: bucky is drafted, and steve, due to his many health issues, and despite his best intentions, can't follow the boy he loves onto the battlefield.

it's a very difficult time for them both - so much so that they can't even bring themselves to talk about it.

they have no choice but to say goodbye for now, knowing that they might never see each other again. but here's something you might not know yet about steve: he's the most reckless, most stubborn fucker america's ever seen. he's not gonna let this stop him!!! instead, he goes and gets a very sweet, kindly scientist to fucking experiment on him, because screw it, he's going to fight in this war if it's the last thing he does. and that's how he goes from Smol Steeb to Lorge Premium Steeb.

of course, things don't go exactly as he predicted, and steve is made to be the star of a war propaganda-fuelled musical kinda thingie, which he resents (but he looks fucking precious in his costume)

BUT! he does get closer to the actual battlefield. which is where he discovers that bucky has been captured by the enemy (!!!!!!!) and is most likely dead by now. but steve isn't willing to give up so easily! he'll believe bucky's dead when he sees it with his own eyes. so, he embarks on this suicide solo mission in the attempt to get bucky back, even if it means wandering on his own. into enemy territory. where he would be shot. on. sight. with no protection for his dumb ass except for a bunch of theater props!!! but such is the power of love, y'all.

against all odds, steve finds bucky very much still alive! and as soon as bucky recognizes him, even as confused as he is, he pulls out this beautiful, ecstatic, angelic-ass smile, like he's just seen god or he got high on some real good edibles or maybe both idk, like my man here was having a serious Religious Experience™ you guys

and i just wanna say, they could have totally kissed here and it would have made plenty of sense. but that's true of like 90% of their scenes in this franchise, so *shrugs*

ANYWAY steve takes bucky in his arms (well technically yes he does) and brings him to safety, and on their way there, bucky proves once more just how hard he meant that "with you til the end of the line" from before

afterwards, steve is finally given the chance to fight, just like he wanted.

bucky, on the other hand, could very well leave the war behind and go home; but when he learns that steve is staying, he chooses to stay too, and fight by his side. and he tells steve so in this very intimate, softspoken, delightfully suggestive conversation, which can be summed up like this:

and so they walk right back into the heart of the fight, only this time together, as they were always meant to be!

but. during an especially tricky mission, they're surprised by the enemy, and as a result, bucky falls to his death into a deep ravine.

steve is devastated. overwhelmed with guilt, grief and rage, he vows to bring down the people responsible for his loss, even if it costs him his own life.

and um, it kind of does? cost him his own life?

victorious after his last vis-a-vis with The Antagonist™, steve still chooses to sacrifice himself to prevent the catastrophe set into motion by the aforementioned Antagonist™. he's flying a jet over the frosty expanse of the atlantic, and you know, from the outside, you could easily argue that he could try to save himself. if he really wanted to. but with bucky dead, and the people responsible for all this pain, either dead or captured, it seems like all the will to fight is gone from steve; and so he plunges the jet straight into the ocean, and himself with it.

is this the end of their story?, you might ask.

the answer is: of course not!!!! the best is yet to come, babes!!!

EDIT: here is part 2

#stucky just stucky #personal #stucky #yes this is very dumb but dumb is my middle name lmao #i hope the read more works??????????#are all the pictures even there????#i'm too tired to check agsdjahkasdjk #sorry it took me a while to reply honey!!!!#i hope you're having a fantastic day!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 #the silly stucky recap you didn't ask for #rillers scribbles

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crazyk-imagine · 11 months

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Mended Relationships and the Future

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Fem!reader Characters: Fem!reader, Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Keeley Jones, Jamie Tartt, Rebecca Welton, Isaac Mcadoo, Colin Hughs, Sam Obisanya, Dani Rojas, Jan Maas, Roy Kent, literally all of the players (I just can’t think of their names) Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of pregnancies, mentions of reader not taking care of themselves (don’t do this), Jamie being sweet, reader and Jamie being dummies for a second, the team being so goddamn adorable, the team gives such family vibes, Jamie pretending the reader and he are engaged so he can stay with her, Ted and Beard are a powerful duo, this is my favorite TL fic that I’ve written Word Count: 3,783

A/N: Bits and pieces are based on this post

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You walk into the coach’s office with your hands in your hoodie pocket, clutching onto your phone to keep your hands busy. "Why did you wake me up and force me here, Ted?"

"That's not a can-do attitude."

Your expression doesn't change, if anything, you look more tired and drained. Another reason why the mustached man got you out of your home. "Ted."

He sighs. "I wanted to check in on you, haven't seen you in a minute."

You sigh. "I would prefer it if I were in my bed right now to be honest with you."

"After we go out to lunch."

"I want to be out of here before I run into..." You pause when you almost say his name. "You know what- I'm just- I’m gonna go." You barely turn around and hear the door open.

It takes you less than a second to duck, which makes Ted feel a little bad but doesn't change his mind.

He knows you two need to talk, especially when neither of you want to admit who broke up with who... or why it happened.

Your emotions take a toll on your body again and you crawl towards the trash can, dry heaving until you feel it coming up (again).

Beard kindly closes the door before anyone could walk in or hear you as Ted rubs the space between your shoulders.

"How long have you been feeling like this?"

You shrug.

"How long?" He asks again.

"A few weeks."

Ted glances over at his long-time buddy with wide eyes. "Please don't get upset or take offense when I ask this but have you-"

'Play dumb. Play dumb.' "Have I what? Use words, my brain isn't functioning off your noises."

"Is there a possibility that you could be, you know, with child?"

Your head snaps up. 'He knows.' "Why would you ask that?"

"You have a few of the signs."

"When was the last time you went to a doctor?" Beard chimes in.

"A while ago."

"So, you know?"

"Whether or not I'm pregnant with my ex-boyfriend’s baby, who coincidentally told me he doesn't want kids just as I wanted to tell him I do. Yeah, it was right as I was about to tell him I am with child, which is why I've been dodging all of you but you and Beard here," you point to Ted's sidekick, who waves. "Dragged me out of my house."

"Oh, honey."

"Does he know?" Coach beard intervenes (again).

"What do you mean?"

"You said, you wanted to tell him... did you?" Ted politely asks.

"He broke up with me, so I didn't give him my surprise, but I tell people it was mutual because he asked me if," the tears roll down your cheeks. "If it was okay. The fucking ex-cockiest player of all, asked me if I was going to be okay, so of course I said yes and then he left. We haven't spoken since."

"He should know."

"I know but he is scared to death to have his own kids. Why would I-" You scoot back and rest your head against the wall. "I want to go home. I have a few things coming later today and I need to be there for them. It’s time I start," you take a deep breath. “Getting things ready.”

"We can get those later, I've gotta make sure you're okay right now."

"I'd be better if this nausea, vomiting combo would go away."

"Do you want me to have Keeley get you a ginger ale or something?"

"Yeah."

The door opens and there she is. She stares at you with the same look she gives you every time you throw up. "I had a feeling you were going to need this."

Jamie sees what he imagines is a glimpse of you sitting in his coach’s office. He furrows his brows, wondering if it was really, you or if it's a figment of his imagination... again.

It wouldn’t be the first time this week.

"What?" She practically screams when Ted tells her on behalf of you, the Jamie not knowing part; she already knew you were pregnant, but she thought he knew and decided not to be in either of your lives. Now she feels a little bad about not being nice to him.

You bury your head in your hands. "Shut up. Don't shout anymore, please."

"Can you blame me? That's big fucking news babes. I thought he already knew."

"Yeah, I know. Just, shut the door please."

She doesn't, so you push yourself up and close the door.

You sway as you take a step back, “oh, boy.” You can hear their voices but not hear their words. You feel yourself falling backwards before it fades to darkness.

Ted and Beard catch you, carefully laying you down so the latter can call for an ambulance.

Jamie steps closer to the office, sensing something’s happened. He opens the door and his jaw dropped as he’s about to ask what's going on until his eyes land on you.

He immediately falls to his knees beside you, holding your face in his hands, not caring about the rug burn that’s going to ache later. "What happened?"

No one responds.

"What fucking happened?"

Ted doesn't feel he should be the one to tell him and does all that he can to try and calm down his player. "She's fine, she probably didn't have enough to eat for breakfast, is all."

"Bullshit. She's done that before and never fainted before." He stares down, studying your face. "So, why is she fucking unconscious?"

You don't know anything that happened within the last few hours.

All you know is that there is an annoying beeping sound coming from the side of you and your one hand is warmer than it normally is.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking multiple times as you try to adjust to the lighting. You look for the source of the warmth and find Jamie, holding your hand with his head rested on his arm with his head facing you.

The door opens and you find Ted peaking in.

The way his shoulder sags in relief makes you feel bad.

He tiptoes closer and lets you know what happened.

"Why is he here?"

He smiles as he peaks over at the sleepy man. "He didn't leave your side."

"How did he know?"

"He came in as we were calling for an ambulance. You scared him, he would barely let the paramedics help."

"Isn't family only allowed in here?"

"Apparently you two are engaged."

You owlishly blink. "What?"

"He said you two were engaged and he needed, no, no. That's not right, he demanded, there it is. He demanded to be in the room with you. I wasn't here for most of it. In the room I mean but I think he knows because he looked very shocked and then came in here when they told him he could and hasn’t left since."

The coach ignores the fact that your heart monitor spikes as you ask, "he knows?"

"I think so."

Jamie moves a little in his sleep.

"That's my cue to leave."

"Wait- no. Ted. Come back." You glance between him and Jamie. "Ted," you hiss. "Come back here."

Jamie squeezes your hand as he slowly begins to wake up.

You look back at him just in time to hear the door close. You throw your head back and sigh.

"Sweetheart?"

You slowly turn your head to stare at him, your eyes becoming sad.

His shoulders sag in relief as a slow sigh escapes his parted lips. "How are you feeling? I should- I should go get the doctor, shouldn't I?"

You reach for him, grabbing onto him before he could leave. "Jaim. Jaim?"

He doesn't turn around but settles back into his seat.

"Jam-Jam?"

A sniffle fills the room.

"Jamie, look at me."

He shakes his head. You tighten your grip on his arm, ignoring the familiar burning sensation in your nose. "Jamie, I need you to look at me."

"Why?" He sniffles, staring at you with his now, bloodshot eyes. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

"Don't throw that question my way, Tartt."

"No more, Jam-Jam?"

"I was going to tell you."

"What? After the birth?"

"I'm more tempted to now." You wipe the stray tear that tipped past your eye lid before he could see. "I initially planned on telling you right when you broke up with me but, we see how well that turned out."

“Wh- is that what you had been trying to do the whole time?”

You nod and lean forward, drawing him into you; needing to comfort him and be comforted all at once.

He moves closer to you, closing his eyes at the feeling of your hand against his face; something he hasn’t felt in what feels like, forever. He hadn’t realized you were wiping away his tears.

“I wanted to figure out the best way to tell you because, I mean we hadn’t exactly talked about us having kids before and I kind of figured that with everything that went on with your dad. I thought it was going to make it hard for you to think that you could be a good dad. Which, I think is stupid.”

He opens his mouth to ask what you mean until you continue.

“I mean, how could you not be a good dad because personally I think you’d be absolutely fucking phenomenal.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, “big time. You’re already doing better than your dad.”

“What do you mean?”

You smile and sniff. “You’re not making any of the stupid decisions he has.”

“I made one.”

You tilt your head. “What was that?”

“I broke up with you. I just-” He pulls back from you (something he does when he feels like he’s undeserving of something). “I thought- I thought you were pulling away to break up with me and you couldn’t figure out how to do it, so I-”

“So, you thought breaking up with me first, was a better option?”

He nods, scratching his head.

“Come closer.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he weakly argues.

“Come here.”

He scoots the chair closer.

“I need you to be honest with me when I ask these questions, okay?”

He nods.

You sigh through your nose and reach for his hand. “Is there any part of you that does not want to be a part of either of our lives?”

“No.”

“Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to leave any time soon?”

“The fuck do you take me for? I’m not going to leave you ever,” he stands up and bends down, staring into your eyes before leaning down to kiss you. “Okay? I love you too fucking much to let you go again. I hated being away from you.”

“Same here but, I’m really happy you’re here… even if it was because I fainted.”

“Speaking of, why did that happen exactly?”

“I- well- I hadn’t had anything-”

“Let’s just cut the bullshit, have you been taking proper care of yourself since we were separated?”

You shamefully shake your head.

He doesn’t show his disappointment, but you know it’s there.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry. Isn’t that- crying is stressful on the baby, ain’t it?”

“Not so much- I mean, maybe?”

“Okay, well.” He grabs your hands, bringing your attention to him. “Let’s take a few deep breathes so we can calm down for Baby Tartt.” You can’t help but chuckle. “Do do do doo.”

“Listen to you. Guess I rubbed off on you, eh?” You roll your eyes, not believing that for a second. “Does any of what you’ve said within the last two minutes sound anything like what your dad could say?”

“Not in the least bit.”

“See, exactly. It further proves you’re different and how much you’ve grown from the cocky man who couldn’t care less about anyone else.”

“Hey. That’s someone we don’t speak of.”

“Of course,” you salute him. You two can barely keep your amusement to yourselves and break into a fit of smiles and giggles.

He stares at you, watching as you wipe your cheeks and leans up, kissing your forehead before placing his on top of your head. “I was,” he hesitates to finish his sentence.

You nod and cup his cheek, letting him know you’re there, a simple gesture to let him know you want to hear what he has to say.

“-so scared when I saw you lying there unconscious.”

Your heart drops at the way his voice cracks. “Jaim. Jaim. Look at me.”

He shakes his head.

You don’t push any further and instead opt for bringing him closer, letting him rest against your chest, squeezing you in a hug.

It takes a few minutes before Jamie manages to calm himself down enough to revert back to your adorable boyfriend. “Oh, shit. I didn’t hurt the baby, did I?” He asks, now scared to touch you.

“No. You didn’t.”

You hold out your hand for him, “do you trust me?”

He nods, “’course I do.”

“Give me your hand.”

He slowly inches his hand closer and closer to you.

You huff and reach for him. “Are you ready?”

He doesn’t move or make a noise as you place his hand over your belly. “Am I supposed to be feeling anything?”

“Other than knowing the fact you are going to be a father soon enough, no. I’m not that far along for us to feel any kicking.”

He bends down as a breath of relief escapes him. “Thank god, I thought I was supposed to feel kicking or something and I didn’t, which scared me the hell out of me because I thought he already hated me.”

“He?”

“I mean, hello,” he gestures to himself. You roll your eyes and take your hand back from him. “You’re so going to be cursed with girls.” “How can you say that?”

“Have you met yourself?”

“I have and we’re actually quite happy together, sorry for the late notice, sweetheart.”

You close your eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.

Ted peaks his head in through the door. “I see you two have talked things out? Hopefully, if not. No pressure. Well, maybe a little seeing as I have everyone waiting in the hall.”

“Everyone?” You repeat.

The coach nods. “Give me second.” He looks back over his shoulder, pretending to count, “one, two, four. Yep, everyone.”

You place your hand on your forehead. “Suddenly the thought of everyone knowing makes me nauseous.”

“Hey, hey. Look at me.”

You turn your head and look at your favorite person ever… for now.

“If we can get through the team being little shits and the press making unnecessary comments about our relationship, we can get through the team knowing.”

“We can?” He gives you an affirmative nod, “we can.”

“We can.”

“Atta girl.”

“Alright, guys. They said okay,” Ted waves everyone in.

“I suddenly realize how many of you there actually are,” you comment.

Sam, Dani, and Colin chuckled.

“As captain, I feel like it’s my duty to ask,” Isaac leans closer to you, talking to you in a softer tone than his normal one. “How are you?”

You smile, “I’m better now.”

“Good, that’s what we like to hear. Ain’t that right, team?”

“Yes, coach!”

“And now I’m scared.”

“Oh, don’t be scared especially when you’re carrying a special bundle of joy,” the mustached man points out.

“Oh fuck.”

“Something the matter, Roy?” Ted asks.

“Yeah. She’s carrying Tartt’s baby.”

“I’m pretty sure they covered that topic back in school but continue.”

“There’s going to be a baby brought into the world soon.”

“Yeah?” Ted glances over at Beard, who shrugs.

“With his blood coursing through its veins,” he points to your ex-not-ex-boyfriend.

It’s quiet for three seconds before everyone groans and rolls their eyes, they think about what it could be like with a baby Jamie.

“Hey, hey now. Let’s not think about something as crazy as that because this baby is a good thing.”

“Yeah?” Jamie whispers, glancing back at Ted, not letting go of your hand.

“Yes, it is,” the coach nods. “You’re going to go through one of the many joys life brings you.”

“What’s that?”

“Fatherhood… that, may or may not mix with a lot of uncles and two aunts who decide they want to spend time with the little booger.”

“Would one of those many figures happen to include you, coach?”

“No,” Ted shakes his head.

“Not at all, Beard.”

The door opens and heads turn.

“Hi, I’m just here to-” The nurse takes note of the number of people in the room. “I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask anyone but the father and mother of the child to leave.”

“Is it not believable that a woman could have this many boyfriends?” Jan asks.

“Shut up.” A shoe aimed at his head, hits the wall and lands on the floor with a thud.

The guys decide it’s time for them to leave, which lets you two see the few things the team has gotten, and it makes you tear up, freaking Jamie out.

And he doesn’t want to admit it out loud, but it was really nice of them team to do.

“Should we open some presents?” Ted softly asks, placing one in your lap.

“Didn’t the nurse just kick you out.”

“I’m your dad.”

“We’re your dads,” Beard adds.

You glance over at Jamie.

He shrugs, not completely hating the idea of having these two around. “I would’ve liked to know about my new parents beforehand. What’s next? Roy’s my uncle.”

“No, he’s a granddad more than anything,” Jamie chimes in.

You wipe your cheeks and smile at him before gently pulling the tissue paper out of your way. You pull out a onesie that looks normal, until you unfold it and inspect it. You sniffle as you hold it up for Jamie to see.

He doesn’t realize why you’re crying until he reads what the back of it, “Tartt 9”. He doesn’t feel the tears trickling down his cheeks until you wipe his cheeks.

“Jaim?”

He shakes his head and pulls you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head, over and over again.

Ted smiles behind his phone.

“We should probably give them some time alone.”

“You think?” He asks.

Beard nods.

Ted sighs, “okie dokie.”

They hold their hands up to wave, only to find your face squished against Jamie’s chest, barely able to wave them off.

You and Jamie wind up opening every one of the other gifts, enjoying each other’s company after being apart for so long.

“I think we should name it Jamie.”

“Baby Tartt is not an it, it’s a baby,” you argue.

“And we’re not naming them Jamie.”

“Why not? It’s a good name.”

“I’m not saying it’s a bad name but, we want our little pumpkin to be able to grow into their own, right?”

“We-” He sighs, thinking about it, already knowing you were right. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Was that everything?”

“I don’t know.” He glances over, finding a bag left on the floor, partially hidden so you couldn’t find it unless you were really looking. He grabs it and sets it in your lap. “What do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug and move it closer for him to open (feeling you’ve done enough of the unveiling with presents).

He pulls a figure out of the bag. “A bike?” Jamie brows furrows together in confusion until he thinks about it. The light bulb goes off in his head, everything clicking together, and he smiles.

“Is there a card?”

“I hope so.”

Now you’re confused.

He pulls out what looks like a plain index card. “Free one learn how to ride a bike pass.” He chuckles.

“I’m lost.”

“Remember how I told you I had something funny I wanted to tell you a couple months ago, but I couldn’t because the shithead was making me train, even though Ted gave us the night off.” He huffs and sits back in the chair.

“Okay, I don’t need the background information, just give me the synopsis.”

“Right,” he straightens his back. “I taught Roy how to ride a bike in memory of his granddad.”

“You did?”

“Yeah,” he nods with a smile.

“And he let you?”

“Not without trying to hurt me but I did it.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Yea- really?”

“Of course, I’m proud of you. You taught the world’s grumpiest man how to ride a bike and lived to tell the tale.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Of course, I’m right.”

“I hope the baby doesn’t get your cockiness.”

“My cockiness? What about yours?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“You lie.”

He fake gasps and slaps his hand on his chest. “I take offense to that.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“You should be. We don’t want this one’s first word to be a lie.”

“It wouldn’t, don’t be mean,” you whine.

“I’m not. I’m just being me.”

“Yeah, and that’s mean.”

He smiles and shakes his head.

You start folding a few of the blankets the guys got, feeling the need to do something. “Hey, look. They got one with sharks.”

“We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“Girls can like boy things too.”

“Do you really want to be asked if we have a boy or a girl every day.”

“Don’t be mean.” You smile, holding it close to your chest. “I like it. Baby Tartt, do do doo doo. Baby Tart, do do doo doo.”

He groans, “please stop.”

“Never.”

You stiffle a yawn.

“Come on,” he takes away the few things on your lap and blanket from your hands. “You need to rest.”

“But I don’t want to.”

He smiles at the whining tone in your voice. “I know but it’ll do the two of you well.”

“Fine,” you tell him with a pout. “But sit by me. I… I’ve missed you.”

“How can I say no to my girlfriend?” Jamie settles beside you and lets you lay against his chest.

As you sleep and he’s bored, searching through the hospital’s shitty channels, he stumbles upon something interesting, an old childhood show he used to watch.

You open your eyes to hear the song you briefly sang earlier.

“Doo doo. Baby Tartt, do do doo doo.”

“Jam-Jam?”

“Hey,” he clears his throat. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. What were you doing?”

He shrugs.

You smile and snuggle back into him. “I won’t tell anyone.”

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headkiss · 1 year

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hiii could you maybe write about reader babysitting and best friend!steve coming over to help? and it’s all fluffy and mutual pining

hiii! i sure can, hope u like it :D | 0.6k of fluff !

“Help me.”

Your voice is panicked through the phone and Steve thinks the worst, thinks something might’ve happened to you so he’s quick to reply, “what’s wrong?”

“I think the kid hates me.”

“The kid?”

“The one I’m babysitting today, Steve. Remember?” He’s about to answer you but you cut him off, rambling into the phone, “anyway I’m pretty sure he hates me and I’m gonna lose this job. Help me, please.”

Steve’s initial worry fades as he realizes you’re seriously only concerned about your babysitting dilemma, nothing else. It’s natural for him to worry about you, just like it was natural for you to call him out of all of your friends.

You are best friends, after all. That may or may not harbour more than friendly feelings for each other.

“You want me to come over there and help you babysit?”

“Yes, Steve. Please, kids love you.”

“Yeah, okay. What’s the address, honey?”

You rattle it off and he writes it down, saying a quick bye and a promise to be there soon before hanging up. He’s not sure why he agreed so quickly to give up his night to help you. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he’d accept any scrap of time with you.

It’s no surprise to you that the only person you thought to call was Steve. He’s surprisingly good with kids, and his number is the only one you’ve cared enough to memorize. And, maybe it’s because you wanted to see him.

Maybe.

You’re trying to decide what movie to put on when Steve knocks at the door. You know it’s him because he always knocks the same way, two quick knocks, and two more that are further apart. The kid is sitting on the couch when you make your way over to greet Steve.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” he smiles, his cheeks slightly flushed from the cold outside and his eyes pretty as ever.

“Thank you for coming. Seriously,” you usher him inside.

“‘Course. Anything for you, honey.” He means it.

You try not to think about that too much after he’s said it. If you do, you’ll get caught up in daydreaming what it would be like if you let yourself tell him how you felt, if he felt the same. What it would be like to be with him for real.

As expected, Steve gets along with the kid right away, and though you wish you had the same ability, it brings a smile to your face. Under all of the things people think of Steve, the sweetest boy you’ve ever known is hidden. For your eyes only, almost.

Bedtime eventually comes, and it’s a much easier task with Steve around. Though, for you, most things are easier when he’s around. Like his presence is enough to make you feel better, no matter the situation.

You and Steve are left to yourselves, and you can’t help but to admire him. The way his hair sits, fluffy with a strand falling on his forehead. The way his eyelashes kiss the skin beneath his eyes when he blinks.

“You’re staring,” he points out.

“Sorry. You’re pretty, that's all.” You’re not sure why you admitted it then. It’s not like he hasn’t caught you staring before, and usually you’d brush it off with a joke, a change of subject.

“Pretty, huh?” He hopes his teasing tone distracts from the way he blushes.

“Um. Yeah.”

“You’re pretty, too. By the way.”

He suddenly seems to be sitting much closer to you than before and you’re too aware of it. His leg brushing yours, his hand reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear.

Then, like you’d imagined so many times, his lips on yours.

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raidenbuddha · 11 months

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James norrington x reader

sex with the commodore

It has been around two weeks after mine and Mr James norrington wedding, making me a Norrington! . The wedding ceremony was small with a blue theme to match my dress and his custom tailored commodore suit.

The guest list included some town folk as painters and caterers, his mother, and of course my best friends William and Elizabeth turner for I had been pirating with them for years now. Luckily but unsurprisingly my older brother Captain jack sparrow and my father Blackbeard walked me down the aisle, and after our vows jack left on his ship with the crew I’d known for so long because they were being chased by the French. “Goodbye love, and treat my sister well commodore, or else I will hunt you down like you've done me. This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow.”

and with that he swung off on a rope much like my father who after congratulating me and giving a “talk” to James, vanished into thin air.. it’s really his thing. Everything was going great but I felt some tension between us. Sexual tension.

After the commodore comes home-James you’re home! How was your day?” “Better now that I’ve Seen you Mrs y/n norrington. I’ll never get over that. How did I bag someone like you? and to think a pirate!” “The feeling is mutual james. I truly love you Mr commodore, and ‘to think you chased me as much as I chased you.

A high class man head over heels .” He chuckled and replied “Love you to y/n,” and engulfed me in a kiss. I decided to make my move later in the night and ask if he wanted tea and bread with butter with me. He obviously obliged my homemade bread. I had rum secretly and he noticed as when I set down my tea cup he inspected it.

“What is this dear?” “Nothing… fine. Well old habits die hard ok? He granted me a smile and said “that’s quite all right. I know just the feeling.” In the bed- “James honey?” “Yes y/n?” “I’ve been noticing some tension between us… I hope to fix it..” “ I know exactly what you’re talking about.” I suddenly blurted out “I’m a virgin!” James got extremely close to my ear, so close I could feel his breath which sent a tingle in my body and said “Looks like I get to be the first dear.. To make you mine and only mine.”

He got on top of me and cupped my cheek softly with his hand and looked seemed to look at me with lust in his eyes. As he engulfed us in a fiery passionate kiss I couldn’t help melted under his touch. “God y/n you taste like rum and flowers. What an odd yet compelling mix.”

James whispered. I placed my hands on the back of his neck just as he began to trail soft and wet kisses on my jaw all the way up to my ear. Then he made his way down to my neck and nibbled along it sucking and biting definition leaving hickeys. “Y/n, this needs to go..” he motioned to my night gown and as he tried to unbutton it he looked semi frustrated and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well I guess I have too do this now..”

“what is it James?” James rips off the gown and throws it across the room and he takes off his undershirt and bottoms. “That was hot.” I mutter. “Good.” I couldn’t help but blush as he said that with conviction. He was the perfect mix of sweet and rough in bed. THIRD POV- The commodore trailed wet kisses back down your neck and onto your collar bone leaving love bites when he suddenly takes your nipple into his mouth. “Ah” you moan. As he toyed with your sensitive buds whilst getting more moans out of you, you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter. Clenching your legs due to the pleasure James opens them and says “I love it when you moan for me and when you wet.”

He leans to your ear and says “so wet.”when he made his way back to your cunt and begun to lick it all around.

“Ahh. “ “hmm.” You moaned. “Mmm” he growled into your cunt. The vibrations only increased your pleasure which then increased more as he stuck a finger inside you. “James!” You gasp. “Do you like that y/n?” “Y-y-yes.” you reply. As he sticks another finger in he starts thrusting them and scissoring inside you while licking your clit.

You moaned as he played with your cunt as he licked and thrusted and talked dirty to you. That was when you started feeling something in your stomach. The feeling only grew and grew until you yelled… “J-JAMES!!” and clamped around his fingers and head with your legs. James pulled out his fingers while making eye contact and licked all your cum up.

“Taste like my wife. That’s enough prep.. are you ready?” “Y-yes James.” After you came down from your high, James put you into the missionary position and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He grabs your hands and intertwines them with his while whispering “I love you.” “I love you too ja..”

You were interrupted by the commodore suddenly penetrating you. Every inch hurt slightly but when he filled you all the way up with his length, you felt so good. “God you’re so tight y/n. Time to loosen you up a bit.” As he thrusted his cock inside and out of you slowly he began to grunt and dirty talk some more.

He was going slowly to try to limit your pain but then you spoke up in the midst of moans and grunts. “James … go faster.. make me yours.” “My pleasure dear.” He pulled out almost all the way and then… SLAMMED his cock inside you and went faster and faster. He flipped you over and propped up your ass and placed your head in the pillows. “Ahhh” he groaned. “I’m gonna finish y/n” “where do you want it.”

“Give it to me james.” As he hit your g-spot one last time you both yell, “JAMES!” “Y/N!!” You clamped around his cock and milked him for every last drop of cum. “That was great mr commodore.” “I could say the same. I love you y/n. Oh. And just a thought… we should try more things next time.” “Yes sir.” “Let’s go get cleaned up in the bath and get to bed y/n.”

You fell asleep In each others arms the last words leaving your mouth of the night being “I love you.”

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moominofthevalley · 5 months

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Turpentine

While snowed in together, Trystan asks the Ginovesi crew a morbid question.

Characters: Trystan Thorne, Emily Rose, Ruby Webster, Luke Watanabe

WC: 2.1k

R: Teen | CW: Talks of death & Spoilers for 2.15

CFWC Prompt: Stuck in a snowstorm

Glistening fairy lights cornered all four walls of Luke and Ruby’s apartment, the yellow bulbs warming their hearth. A tree dusted with faux snow and wrapped with pink garlands sat by the TV, brimming with gifts underneath. Honeysuckle wine and a charcuterie board made by Emily were set on the table, crackers and prosciutto splattered across. The surly detective giggled, crossing her arms at Trystan’s creation.

“You are such a showoff.”

Trystan laughed at her remark as he set the main course on the dinner table. Husks of steam slipped out of the honey-glazed duck, leaving their mouths watering. Roasted pears and plump blood sausages sat beside it, the heavenly aroma wafting around the air.

“You know I live to boast, darling.”

“I think my dish is way better,” Luke beamed, setting his strawberry spongecake beside the duck. Ruby giggled, laying a batch of cookies on the table.

“It certainly looks amazing,” Ruby said, “I can’t wait to try it, honey.”

“Ah, yes, but did you spend two days making it?” Trystan teased, pouring himself a glass of wine — a floral zest with a crisp aftertaste, exquisitely sweet and spirited. Emily elbowed him, playfully furrowing her brows.

“Anyways,” Ruby cleared her throat, “I’m so glad we’re finally home.”

“Agreed,” Luke plopped a grape into his mouth, “I don’t think I can ever handle being in a room with every Thorne again.”

Emily and Trystan shared an uneasy glance, silently unveiling mutual sorrow. Months have passed since their ungodly case in Trystan’s homeland, though the time spent there forever stained them. Emily’s mouth ran dry as Sebastyan’s and Vasili’s corpses rushed through her mind. The dagger tight in Vasili’s chest, the petrified eyes of Sebastyan as he died at the hands of another Thorne. Two ghosts clinging on their shoulders.

“It’s hard to believe our little stint in Drakovia is over,” Emily shook her head, “I wonder what our next big case is gonna be.”

“No more cheating husband cases for you?” Ruby asked, her brow cocked amusingly. Emily grinned with a mischievous shrug.

“As tempting as that sounds, I might need bigger fish to go after.” Trystan chuckled, splaying his hand on top of Emily’s.

“Drakovia has spoiled her. Good luck getting her to take the common cases again.”

“Do you think you’d ever look into…your dad’s murder?” Luke asked, almost nonchalantly. Ruby sent him a warning glance, lightly bumping his feet underneath the table. Trystan’s hands curled into Emily’s, solace in his eyes.

Emily gulped. Each time she debated looking into Jimmy’s death, there were far too many holes, far too many questions, and not enough evidence for her liking. Distant memories of bickering with Uncle Tommy and Trystan struck her, and she cringed at how horrible she became. Desperately hungry to solve the only question she had left. She refused to let her and Trystan turn into a pair of tectonic plates – subtly rubbing against each other, then drifting away forever. To not catch the death of a relationship until it’s already rotting, staining every moment with resentment and twisted words. Even the slightest possibility of another heartbreak sent her spiraling downwards.

“I’ve…thought about it,” she frowned, “One day, though.”

“One day.”

The heavy moment passed, and the Ginovesi crew - bar Mafalda - began their feast. They all vehemently agreed, to Luke’s dismay, that Trystan’s duck was the clear winner. Luke’s shortcake was no match for the savory and crisp flavors of the traditional Drakovian dinner. Though his cake appeared light and fluffy, it was overly dense and oddly sour. Ruby’s cookies and Emily’s board tied for second place, both sweet and made with love. A blend of cookies framed like snowflakes, snowmen, Snoopy in Santa hats, and candy canes bunched together on a plate. The charcuterie board was a splendid still life, adorning moon drop grapes, saltine crackers, and sprigs of rosemary. Plates were stuffed and spirited laughs rang across the warmly-lit home.

“Good God!” Emily groaned, swallowing a bitter slice of Luke’s cake, “What the fuck did you put in this?”

Luke’s eyes widened, “Do you not like strawberries?”

“Try it yourself! I don’t even…” Emily spat out the remaining bits, nearly gagging.

Reluctantly, Luke cut himself a small serving. Trystan and Ruby cackled as his face turned red, spitting the remains onto a napkin.

“Jesus!” Luke shivered, “Okay–I think I know what happened.”

“What did you do?!”

“...I may have used salt instead of sugar.”

“Oh my God!” Trystan laughed, slapping his knee, “You are a horrible baker!”

“It-it’s not my fault!” Luke said sheepishly, throwing his hands in the air. Ruby snickered, patting his shoulder.

“Babe. You literally made the cake.”

Rounds of laughs echoed through the kitchen, contentment and joy present on the soft New York night. Blissful moments fell around them as heaps of snow tumbled down like raindrops, piling up minute by minute.

* * * *

Standing by the window sill, Emily’s eyes tracked the ebb and flow of snowfall. Faint Christmas tunes slipped through the window crack, presumably from the neighbor. She hummed delightedly, eyes shut at the still moment. Moonlight burst into the room, dimly lit and warm despite the glowing chill from the glass before her. The swell of nearby trumpets and saxophones and Earthly beauty brought her to ease.

“Don’t tell the others, Detective, but your charcuterie board was my favorite,” Trystan grinned, sitting beside her.

“Oh really?” Emily smirked, “Are you sure you’re not being biased?”

“Hm,” Trystan gave her a so-so gesture, “Definitely not.”

Cupping both sides of her face, Trystan’s pupils widened fondly. Emily turned slightly, kissing his palm.

“Your hands still smell like garlic!”

Trystan chuckled, sniffing his hand. Sure enough, the pungent odor attacked his nose. He shrugged it off, focused on the gruff detective.

“I love you, my little moon!”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know! You’re a bit…glum. And very short.”

“I am 5’3, you tall shit!” Emily swatted his arm, “I would call you my ‘sun,’ but you’re more like a little dog.”

“What? How?”

“You follow me around all day. And listen to my orders – for the most part.”

“Not to ruin the moment,” Luke announced as he pointed to his phone, “There’s a snow squall warning. It’ll clear up tomorrow morning, but you guys will have to stay the night.”

“How fun!” Ruby squealed, “It’ll be like a sleepover! I’ll go get blankets so you two can sleep on the couch.”

She disappeared into the hallway closet, hunting for the thickest blankets and pillows possible. Luke cocked an eyebrow, unamused as Trystan and Emily sat on the couch across from him.

“So when you said you loved Ruby’s cookies you were lying?” He asked Trystan, crossing his arms in faux-anger. Trystan chuckled, unashamed.

“I did love Ruby’s cookies – they were phenomenal. Much better than your shortcake anyway,” He teased, “Emily’s just happened to be my favorite.”

“You two are such children,” Emily said, snorting. “I–”

Darkness surrounded them. The only light left was the waning candlelight on the kitchen table. Gusts of wind flickered from the cracked window, a biting chill creeping up on their skin. Concerned, Ruby poked her head out of the closet.

“Hot-diggity-daffodil!” Luke proclaimed, “I guess the power’s out, too.”

“We can see that, Luke.” Ruby returned with a bundle of blankets. The crew settled in the living room, the window now shut, bottles of wine and lively candles by the coffee table. An easy silence shrouded the room, with only the croaking rats in the walls and the crackling candles to distract them. They all sipped the remains of the honeysuckle wine, sweetness trickling down their throats like candle wax melting onto the table.

“I have an idea,” Trystan cleared his throat, “It is a bit morbid, though.”

“What is it?” Ruby asked, curious.

“In Drakovia, we go around in circles asking certain…questions. Usually around New Year’s, but we’re in the middle of a snowstorm. It’s not like we have much else to do.”

“What type of questions?”

Trystan sat still, contemplating. An eerieness in his eyes, a peculiar tenacity about him. He flinched at the briefest second, then shrugged.

“If you were dying, how would you like to pass away? What would you like to have with you?”

Quietness surrounded them once more, their breaths slightly more tense and strained. Emily sat closer to Trystan instinctively, craning her head against his shoulder. The candles continued to wail, as Ruby cleared her throat with somberness in her eyes.

“I think…if we ever got one,” She glanced at Luke, “I’d like to have a little cat in my lap. And Luke to hold my hand. And maybe a cup of tea, but only in that calico-printed mug you got me for our anniversary.”

Luke wiped feeble tears from Ruby’s cheek, a rare solemness on his face. He grinned weakly, pressing a kiss on the side of her face. Ruby’s heart swayed in the lull air, her hand tight in his.

“I need Ruby next to me, laying by me. And I want it all to be quiet,” Luke murmured, “I don’t want to be able to hear anything. But I want there to be a window. So I can look up at the sky one more time. I don’t care if it’s day or night…that’s all I want.”

Silence lay steadily upon them, the croaking rats having vanished. The candles remained lit, embers mute and growing frail. Warmth bloomed between them, huddling closer together. The moon climbed further into the night sky, its silvery rays illuminating the apartment. Trystan fiddled with his fingers, as Emily’s hands rubbed circles around his legs. It was like muscle memory. Rituals and silly minuscule traditions became more familiar to the two of them with each passing month. Chopping garlic cloves, peeling oranges, collecting ugly trinkets.

“I’d want someone to play old Drakovian music…the songs my father showed me as a kid. And,” Trystan grinned at Emily, a smile so unabashedly bold and bare it nearly brought her to tears, “I want you to kiss my forehead. And rub my feet.”

Emily pecked the top of his head, her eyes burning as Diana’s kind words echoed in her mind. Trystan wiped away her tears, tenderness with every touch.

She was familiar with death. A one-sided friendship, a shadow lurking behind her with every step she took. It offered no hope and no excuses. The only things bereavement brought were ghostly memories and pearls from the past rolling in her hand, daring to be dropped. Her fingers trembled, her mouth dry as she urged herself to go on.

“I don’t want it to hurt,” Emily said finally, slightly panting, “Every single one of them died in pain. And alone. Sonja. Bethany. Nadja. Sebastyan. I don’t want it to be like that. I want to be ready. And...Trystan next to me.”

They all leaned against each other. The candles shined well into the night, fickle and bright. Empty wine bottles scented the room, warm and heady. Emily shut her eyes, picturing herself as a sleeping child being carried to bed after a long drive home. Laughter through the walls, the ticking of a nearby clock, soft jazz slipping through the window, a kiss on her cheek. Perhaps it’d be good to her. Just a brief second and all that’d remain was a tombstone with her name.

Emily unveiled her vision, the rest of her friends in tears. Trystan stroked her hair gently, still smiling. It was simple. It was clear.

“All we want is everything we have,” He said, their faces inches apart, “And I’m the richest man in the world.”

* * * *

Ruby and Luke shut their bedroom door, Emily and Trystan now alone on the couch. With her legs in his lap, he rested a hand on her thigh, tracing lazy circles. The candles had long died out, leaving only moonbeams and constellations to light up the room.

“Em?” Trystan whispered as Emily moved over to lie on his chest. She gazed into his argent eyes, exasperation clear on his face.

“Mhm?”

“Do you remember when I refused to go on that plane? All those months ago.” Emily snorted quietly, Trystan gliding his hands along her back.

“Of course I do. I knew you weren’t going to.”

“Do you remember what you said to me after that?”

“Mhm. I told you there’s a reason partners and romance don’t mix well. That it’s trouble waiting to happen.”

“And then I told you that I just so happen to like trouble.”

They smirked, noses crinkled and eyes bagged. Trystan cupped Emily’s chin, palms still smeared with the scent of garlic.

“I’m glad we’re partners.”

“I am too.”

* * * * A/N: Happy holidays, everyone! Thank you for reading this – I came up with this idea FOREVER AGO but was never able to execute it until now. I’ve always loved the idea of thinking of death, not as something to fear (though I still struggle with that), but rather as something that is just a little moment. That’s painful, and maybe not necessarily beautiful, but something that just happens organically. Like that one poem that’s like “I hope death is like being carried to your bedroom as a child.” I actually wrote a poem about that, if anyone would be interested in me posting it. Anyway – thank you again for reading!

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lyrasfuneral · 2 years

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𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ☆. | 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

category: angst with some fluff

It had been a long time since you and Ayato broke up— To Ayato, the year only felt like 4 months. He was still stuck on you. You and your beauty, it was way too much for him to bear. He genuinely loved you.

For you, the feeling was also mutual.

You remember the day you first met the Yashiro Commissioner. You couldn’t stand the fact that everyone was pushing you around due to many people wanting to talk to him. Fate pushed you into him— And he easily caught you.

“Are you alright, Miss?” He asked. His voice was attractive. Not only that but his looks. The way he gently caressed you with his arm around your waist. Everything seemed to slow down at this moment.

“Yes! I’m fine. I’m sorry about that.”

You didn’t refer to him as the Yashiro Commissioner? You didn’t even say ‘My Lord’…

Ayato liked that. You treated him like he was a normal person. He didn’t like being treated like a Commissioner all the time. He didn’t wanna go through the trouble of finding you again— So he asked his question right then and there.

“May I take you out?”

It took you a second to respond, but you did. “Of course. How should we contact each other?” You questioned, tilting your head. “7:00. I’ll be there on time, and I’ll take you to the best restaurant in Inazuma. How does that sound?” He smiled, finally letting you go. “That sounds great!” You said, about to run to your humble abode—

“Ma’am… I didn’t catch your name. Mine is Kamisato Ayato. You can call me Ayato, of course.” His smile was contagious, you felt your lips spreading into a smile within seconds. “L/N Y/N. A pleasure to meet you... I don’t know if I should give you my address yet. So, just meet me back here, alright?”

“Of course, M’lady.”

Ayato treated you like the most delicate flower in the entire universe. Well, that was until you moved in with him. It seems that you forgot he was the Yashiro Commissioner. He then cleared up his act for a few months and started being with you more.

He asked you to marry him, and you were the happiest you had ever been. The wedding was remarkable, many people had come to see you and Ayato. You thought things would be better.

After you had your child, things got worse. Ayato had kept leaving and not returning for weeks— and sometimes, those weeks. Ayumi didn’t understand why her father kept leaving her. You tried explaining to the two-year-old that her father was a busy man.

“But mama… All of my friends spend time with their dads! It’s not fair!” Ayumi began sobbing as Thoma walked in with her lunch. “Is everything alright, Lady Ayumi?” Thoma smiled, bending down to her height.

“I-I- I want my dad!” Ayumi hugged Thoma tightly and sobbed into his clothing. “Ayumi- Let Thoma go, honey,” Y/N said, trying to grab her daughter. “It’s fine, Y/N. Say, Ayumi. There’s a festival going on in Ritou! How about I take you there?” The blonde smiled, ruffling her hair. “O-Ok… Bye bye, mommy…” Ayumi wiped her tears. “Wait! I have to get her dressed, Thoma.” You said.

“Alright! Let me know when you’re done!” Thoma slid the door shut behind him.

“Hurry! I wanna go with Mr. Thoma!” Ayumi seemed entirely fine now. But... That was the thing with Thoma, he was able to make anyone smile with the littlest of efforts. His smile was contagious, and he was always so cheerful.

Ayato, on the other hand, was now always ignoring you. He’d come home at night, give Y/N a slight smile and turn his attention to Ayumi. He’d go to sleep, and the next morning he’d be gone.

You had finally finished getting Ayumi ready. While watching as they left out, Ayumi smiled while Thoma carried her.

Approximately 5 minutes after that, Ayaka tapped /N’s shoulder. “I’m sorry that Ayato treats you this way... It isn’t fair.” She said, giving you a sad expression. “Thank you, Ayaka.” Y/N didn’t wanna talk to anyone right now.

When she awoke from her nap, Ayato was right there in front of her. “Ayato… Why haven’t you been talking to me?” Y/N asked, rising from her position.

“My apologies, Y/N. I’ve been quite busy with things. I promise me, you, and Ayumi can spend some time together.”

Y/N was sick of hearing the same things. He said this before he left last time. “Ayato! I’m not gonna keep watching our daughter cry because she thinks her father won’t come back.” You shook your head angrily while clenching your fist.

You loved Ayato, but it was time to put the brakes on this relationship. “There’s no need to yell, Y/N. Where’s Ayumi?” Ayato spoke gently, trying to calm you down.

“With Thoma. Astonishingly, she’s spent more time with him than her father.” You scoffed. “Y/N! I spend as much time with Ayumi as I can! I’m doing this to protect the country that we reside in.” Ayato was now fuming with anger.

“I don’t wanna be with you anymore, Ayato. I and Ayumi will stay with Yoimiya.” Y/N began packing her bags while Ayato pinched his nose, trying to find a way to defuse the situation.

“Y/N, I do love you. I promise I’ll spend more time with you and Ayumi. Please don’t leave me.” Ayato pleaded, wrapping his arms around you. His chin lay on top of your shoulder while you continued packing.

You wanted to be with Ayato. You did love him, but not more than your daughter and her happiness. Everyone in Inazuma City thought you and Ayato were the perfect couple. They were incorrect though. They didn’t know about the constant leaving, the pain you and Ayumi went through, or the nights you stayed up late comforting Ayumi.

“I’m sorry, Ayato. I can’t keep going through this. Neither can Ayumi.”

Now to the present. A year after you and Ayato’s break-up. He hadn’t been doing well. If he was being honest, he couldn’t live without you. He hated not waking up with you in his arms. He hated that you weren’t here to make him breakfast. He also hated that he hadn’t seen his daughter.

It wasn’t because of you though. You told Ayato he could see Ayumi whenever he wanted to, but he never came. Only Ayaka and Thoma did. Thoma went over your house frequently and that’s something that the Yashiro Commissioner hated. Thoma was able to be around you, while he forbid himself even thinking about you.

but, that forbidding thing didn’t work, because he thought of you 24/7. You were always on his mind. Did you get a new boyfriend? Did you have another kid? Did you fall in love again? Do you miss him? He wanted to be with you dearly, but he knew he’d fuck up again. He’d keep putting Inazuma’s safety in front of you, but that’s only because he cared about you and all the other people who inhabited this country.

“My Lord, can we talk? It’s important.” Thoma said, walking into Ayato’s bedroom. “Yes, Thoma? Is everything alright?” Ayato asked, lapis eyes staring into Thoma’s jade ones.

“Me and Y/N… We’re dating. We’ve been dating for 4 months.” Thoma admitted, playing with his fingers. Ayato dropped his calligraphy pen in shock— Mouth wide open while Thoma sheepishly stared at him.

Thoma got with his ex-wife without a thought. How long has he been planning on getting with Y/N? Did Y/N cheat on him with Thoma while they were together? Was Thoma the reason they broke up?

There were so many questions swirling through his brain, and he couldn’t help but be embarrassed that he was still stuck on you. Normal people would’ve moved on and lived happily ever after— but he would sit in his room depressed while waiting for you to walk through the door.

“My Lord? Are you listening?”

Ayato gave Thoma a stern look and stood up. “Did Y/N cheat on me with you?” Ayato questioned, gripping the handle of his sword. “My Lord, of course not. That sounds nothing like me or Y/N. I and Y/N decided to move to Mondstadt since it’s my native country. That means I can’t work for you anymore.” The blonde sulked, giving Ayato a sad look.

“With this new information… Did you expect me to be upset about your departure? Goodbye and good riddance, Thoma.” The Commissioner scoffed, picking up his calligraphy pen. “Y/N was right about you… You never take accountability for your actions. Don’t worry though, I’ll treat her right.” Thoma slammed the door behind him.

After that, Ayato broke down crying. You did have a new boyfriend. That new boyfriend was his best friend— So not only did he lose you, but he lost his best friend.

He was embarrassed. The Yashiro Commissioner has been divorced and now his ex-wife was with his best friend. The same ex-wife that he cried about. The same ex-wife he cherished, but not enough.

If he really did cherish you, he wouldn’t have left you alone all those nights. How did he think you felt? You were practically raising Ayumi by yourself. You were laying down by yourself each night because your husband was engrossed in his job as Inazuma’s Yashiro Commissioner.

“Brother… Did Thoma tell you?” Ayaka asked, watching Ayato wipe his tears. “They’re together.. and they’re moving to Mondstadt.” Ayato sniffled, putting his pen down. “O-Oh... He didn’t tell you anything else, brother?” Ayaka fumbled with her fingers. “No... What’s wrong, Ayaka?” He asked, finally walking towards her. “Him and Y/N… They might be getting married in a few months.”

Ayato’s heart cracked and shattered.

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atinylittlepain · 2 months

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Miss Sylvia

college!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy series

word count | 1.7K

He's watching her cat for the weekend, how bad could it possibly be?

a/n | no warnings for this one, it's mostly just fluff

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“I don’t know where she is.”

“What do you mean? I thought you said she was going to Boston for a funeral?”

“Not Andy, Sylvia.”

“Ballsack cat?”

“Rob, you can’t call her that. But, yeah, she hasn’t come out since Andy left.”

“You check under the bed?”

“Yes.”

“The closet?”

“Yes.”

“You haven’t like, left any windows open or anything?”

“No, and she’s definitely still in here because her food bowl was empty this morning.”

“Okay, Sylvia wants her space then. What’s wrong with that?”

“She needs her bath.” Silence floods over the line for a beat, and just as Steve is about to ask Robin if she’s still there, she lobs a questioning come again, over the phone.

“You can’t laugh.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

“Sylvia gets a bath every Saturday. It’s Saturday.”

“Oh my god, Steve.”

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” And that just sends Robin into another peel of it, a wheezed out sorry, I’m sorry while he tries not to hang up on her altogether.

“Wow, you really, really like this one, huh? Giving a cat a bath for love is a first for me, man.”

“She has a skin condition. Andy said she gets, like, crusty.”

“She is a cat. And also, ew, I didn’t need to know that.”

“Yeah, but she’s Andy’s cat, and I told her I could handle it.” That’s the crux of the whole thing, isn’t it? Andy had gotten a phone call from her mother, something about a relative that she wasn’t close with, but of course, yes, she needed to be there. Big family, big, Boston family full of aunts and cousins and mothers that would talk if the youngest didn’t show up so she had better show up, damn it. So Andy bought a train ticket and talked to her professors and before she could get too stressed out about who was going to take care of the madam, Steve was already volunteering himself, I can, honey, no problem. Right, no problem, except for the fact that his relationship (don’t laugh) with his girlfriend’s cat could be described as tepid at best, tolerance, with the occasional swipe, spat, snit, don’t touch just when he starts to think Sylvia is warming up to him. For the record, the feeling is mutual. Something Eddie had said the first time he came over to watch some MTV unplugged performance him and Andy were both excited about. Steve had laughed, Andy had not, when Eddie met Sylvia and promptly called her a sentient raw chicken breast. No, Andy did not find that particularly amusing, and Sylvia in her own seeming display of indignation, had swiped hard at Eddie’s ankles until he finally had to resort to tucking his feet up under him on the couch.

He thought this would be his chance at burying the hatchet, bonding (again, don’t laugh), a sort of extended exposure therapy for the both of them. But by the time he got back from seeing Andy off at the station, Sylvia had made herself scarce, and he hasn’t seen her in the twenty-four hours that he has been, in theory, Sylvia-sitting at Andy’s apartment.

“Did you check in drawers?”

“What do you mean?”

“I had a cat growing up who liked to sleep in my mom’s sock drawer, maybe Sylvia is the same way.”

“Cats do that? No, I don’t think Sylvia does that, how would she even get in there in the first place?”

“Hey, anything’s possible, cats are smart, especially little freaks like Andy’s.”

“You really think so?”

“It’s worth looking, at least.” And so he does, hangs up with Robin, and opens every drawer in the apartment, only feeling a little like a perv when his brain gets stuck and stilted on a pair of cherry red cotton panties that he definitely hasn’t seen before. But nothing, no sign of Sylvia anywhere, and he’s starting to get worried, starting to rework every time he opened and closed the front door in the last day, wondering if there’s any possibility she could’ve slipped through. No again, though, he reminds himself of her empty food bowl. She’s definitely here, and she definitely doesn’t want to be found. And a cool flicker of panic, and maybe guilt, is starting to tighten in his chest, though he’s quick to start rationalizing. Really, one missed bath can’t cause that much damage, right? Not going to know the difference, right? And really, maybe Robin was right, Sylvia just wants her–

“Oh shit.” The sound of a cabinet slamming in the kitchen sends a startled jolt up his spine, followed fast by a flood of relief because he’s pretty sure he knows what, or who, or yeah, what made that noise.

Maybe, maybe he does a silent fist pump in the air when he creeps into the kitchen and spots a spindly, hairless tail sticking out from one of the cabinets above the counter. And maybe, when he inches open the cabinet and finds Sylvia slumped awkward in a mixing bowl, her eyes narrowing on him, maybe, he apologizes for Robin calling her a little freak. But that’s neither here nor there, because her bath is back on, and when he picks up the whole mixing bowl with her still in it, she doesn’t flee, doesn’t swipe, or hiss, or otherwise snit at him, just lets out a garbled sound that only seems a little disgruntled as he carries her into the bathroom.

“Look, I don’t really wanna be doing this either, okay? But your, well– I told Andy I would take care of you, and she left me instructions, so, yeah, let’s, uh, let’s giddy up.” He feels less like a cat-sitter and more like a basketball coach trying to psych a team up, bathroom door closed, and bathtub filling up, and Andy’s hand-written instructions clutched in one hand like a prayer. Sylvia stares at him, placid and unmoved, still in the mixing bowl that he perched on the closed lid of the toilet seat.

And what follows is about as graceless as he had expected it to be. He tries to pick her up and finally, she hisses, one cursory swipe that gets him on the back of his hand, noted. So he moves slower, long pets that turn into a curled hand around her middle, and then his other hand, and she only twists and twines a little, rumbling protests that die out when he sets her down in the water. He hadn’t really believed Andy when she told him that Sylvia likes getting baths, but he believes it now, because at the very least, she’s no longer trying to draw blood from him, the spiked snarl of her spine starting to soften and relax.

“Jesus Christ, you really are a raw chicken breast.” She pays him no mind, her bulged eyes closed in something he thinks looks like contentment while he lathers her with Johnson’s baby soap, tear free. If this were a test, he thinks he’d pass with flying colors, double checking Andy’s instructions between each step, even using the exfoliating gloves she left folded over the lip of the tub, tail to toe, while Sylvia makes a noise that he’s pretty sure counts as purring. And when she’s clean, and he picks her up out of the tub and rubs her down with the towel that Andy explicitly told him is her towel, he thinks they’ve made some sort of progress. The final note on the list of instructions, she likes to marinate for a little while. So he leaves the bathroom door open, Sylvia burrowed down in her towel right in front of the heating vent.

He’s nearly certain he’s having some kind of low-grade heart attack, if that’s a thing, when he wakes up later that night to a particular heat and weight spread over his chest. But then he realizes that said heat and weight is purring, and digging her claws into his shoulder in a way that is not altogether unkind. Yeah, he thinks, he finally passed this test.

Andy gets home late on Sunday, wind-swept and worn, and relieved to see him waiting for her at the station, smacks a dramatic kiss to his lips and pulls away to pout something awful at him.

“Is it too pathetic to say that I missed you?” No, he says, missed you too, he says, pathetic too, though he doesn’t say that. And later, back at her place, after dinner and a shower and settled down on the couch, he tries hard to school his expression when Andy’s jaw drops, watching Sylvia leap up onto the couch and curl contentedly in his lap, chin resting on his knee.

“Oh, do you two have something to tell me?”

“I think we bonded.”

“Yeah, I can see that. So you’re a two-woman kind of guy now?” It becomes apparent fast that they both spoke too soon, because before he can reply, Sylvia is whipping around and swiping hard at his hand that had been stroking her spine, promptly followed by digging her back legs into his stomach in order to launch herself off the couch to another one of her hiding spots.

“Aw baby, it looks like you’re not getting a second date with Miss Syl.” Andy’s words dissolve with her laughter, taking his abused hand in both of hers, thumbing lightly at the welting scratch marks. He can’t even find it in himself to be upset.

“I just want to know, is she like that with everyone?”

“Mmm, no, she’s only like that with people she really likes.”

“See, you say that, but I’m having a hard time believing it.”

“The fact that you still have all your fingers attached and accounted for after bath day is all the evidence I need. She’s smitten, she just has a hard time expressing herself.” Waggle of her eyebrows and another breathed-out laugh and his yeah, I’ll say, making her laugh a little more, scooting closer to him on the couch, her legs slung across his thighs and her spine curled so she can lean in closer, closer, her nose brushing against his.

“Hi.”

“Thank you for watching her so last-minute, baby. I appreciate it, appreciate you.” Her hand curled at his nape, kisses like secrets to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, in between his brows and making him flush in an awful heat. He mumbles an of course, any time, and means it, pulling her even closer, perfect relief to an aching want, having her back, having her home.

He’ll keep working on Sylvia.

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password-door-lock · 7 months

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Mystictober Day 16-- Saeran x MC/Dessert

“My love, would you like some ice cream?” Saeran calls from the kitchen.

You look up from your book. “What kind of a question is that, honey?” You can't help but tease him a little. “Of course I want ice cream.”

“Alright, darling.” You can hear the smile in Saeran's voice, which is followed by a few conspicuous clinking noises that suggest he's getting out some bowls and spoons.

You set your book down— reading can wait. Instead, you make your way to the kitchen. “What flavor did you get?” You and Saeran often experiment with ice cream flavors— of course, you have plenty of standbys, like strawberry, vanilla, and mint chocolate chip, but the two of you are in the process of trying just about every variety of ice cream that your local grocery store offers. Honestly, most of the time, there are at least three cartons of ice cream in your freezer, but you know that Saeran stopped into the store today while you were at work, and it goes without saying that he used the opportunity to choose a new flavor.

“Raspberry cheesecake,” he informs you, carefully scooping some of the ice cream into one of the bowls. He's like a wizard with that ice cream scoop— without fail, every time he uses it, he produces something that looks like it belongs in a food magazine. “I don't think we've had this one yet.”

You consider it. There are so many different cheesecake flavors that you've lost track of them over the course of the past few months. “Where did you put the ice cream journal, again, honey?” You ask.

Saeran shakes his head with a gentle laugh. “I put it where it goes, my love.”

A few weeks after you moved in together, you and Saeran started keeping track of your mutual ice cream consumption in a small purple journal, writing reviews of various flavors for the benefit of your future selves. The journal has earned a designated position on the bookshelf, though you've been known to leave it on the kitchen counter beside the fridge, as well. “And how was I supposed to know that?” You ask innocently as you retrieve the item. “It could have been anywhere.”

“Could it?” The sound of the freezer door tells you that the ice cream is ready and Saeran is putting the carton away.

You establish yourself in your usual position at the kitchen table, and he slides into his chair across from you. “Yes,” you grin, flipping to the index section of the book. There is no raspberry cheesecake entry to be found. “I guess we haven't tried this one yet.”

Saeran passes you a spoon. “That's what I thought,” he assures you with a triumphant smile. Before you can dig into the ice cream, you are confronted with a spoon in your face. “Let me know how it tastes, my angel.”

“Why did you give me a spoon if you didn't want me to use it?” You tease, though of course, you don't pass up the opportunity to try some ice cream. The raspberry swirls and cream cheese base are delicious, though you could do without the clumps of crust. “It's pretty good,” you announce. “Here, you try it, love.”

You get a good spoonful of the ice cream, trying your best to catch all three elements on your spoon before extending it toward Saeran. “You don't seem to want me to use my spoon, either, darling.” His eyes twinkle with mirth, though he seems to share your views on not passing up free ice cream. “I liked the strawberry cheesecake better,” is his eventual evaluation.

“Me too, honestly,” you can’t help but agree. “This isn’t bad, though.”

“There’s no such thing as bad ice cream,” Saeran decides. “Especially when we’re enjoying it together.”

“That’s very sweet,” you concede, “But it is absolutely not what you said when we tried—”

He cuts you off with a brief, raspberry cheesecake-flavored kiss. “Shh.” The mischief in his eyes when he pulls away makes you want to kiss him again. “Let’s never think about that again.”

You can’t help but laugh. Although most of the flavors that the two of you have tried together have been nothing short of delicious, the popcorn ice cream that you sampled three weeks ago didn’t even come close to hitting the mark. You can understand why Saeran would want to forget about it. “Okay. My lips are sealed— well, I mean, unless you want to kiss me again.”

Saeran shakes his head and chuckles at your bad joke. You’re so thankful that you have so many opportunities to make him laugh. “Hm,” he regards you with obvious adoration, and despite how many times you've seen that look in his eyes, your heart skips a beat, just like it did the first time. “I’ll keep that in mind, my love.”

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third chapter. max verstappen x oc

Note: the show, the host, the questions and answers to them were invented by me!!!

— Miss Skyler, Mr. Verstappen are you ready?

— I'm ready.

— Are you sure babe?

— Yes. This is our first interview together, but I'm sure it will go well, honey. – Ashlyn said and came closer to her boyfriend, straightened his tie, then stood on her toes and kissed him on the tip of his nose.

Max rolled his eyes and laughed, then pulled the girl to him, holding her by the waist.

— 3, 2, 1. Go! – The assistant shouted and opened the door that led to the host of the program.

Johnny. "Good evening, dear viewers! Today we have a special edition of our show, because we have one of the brightest couples of our time. Unsurpassed Formula 1 racer, Red Bull Racing team driver – Max Verstappen and his chosen one, model – Ashlyn Skyler!"

Max kissed Ashlyn on the top of her head once more and, smiling, led her to the right place. The audience burst into applause and enthusiastic shouts, because Max was not a frequent guest on such talk shows and it was really nice to see him, especially with a girl. First Ashlyn sat on the sofa, later Verstappen sat next to her, still keeping his hand on her waist.

Johnny. "Max, Ashlyn, we are glad to see you on our TV program called «Late Night Talking with Johnny Brooks.» I am her magnificent, simply the best and most wonderful host - Jonathan Brooks."

The audience laughed at how Johnny is proud of his position and the couple in love could not help smiling too.

Max. "Thank you for the invitation, Johnny we are glad to come here."

Ash. — "Yes, we are very glad to take part in your show."

Johnny. "First of all, Max, I want to congratulate you on your recent great performance at the Austrian Grand Prix. It was insanely good, you didn't leave any chances to your rivals."

Max. "Thank you, Jonathan. I knew I could win, and I won."

Johnny. "Oh my God, racers, tremble! Nothing will stop this guy!"

Ash. "I'm sure they already know that. Nothing will really stop him if he wants something. No one can compare with him in this. For me, no one can compare with him." Ashlyn said and smiled proudly looking at her beloved.

This particular trait in Max's character has always made her involuntarily amazed at how majestic he is. Verstappen himself was a little embarrassed and only hugged his girlfriend tighter.

Johnny. "Ha, ha, ha, I totally agree with you, Ashlyn. Will you tell us how you and Max met and how you decided to be together in general?"

Ashlyn took a deep breath and smiled even wider. She was allowed to familiarize herself with the questions so that she could prepare the answers in advance, but it was a little difficult to talk about this topic, since it was really personal. Max came to the rescue.

Max. "Hey, why Ashlyn and not me?" He asked and the whole hall burst out laughing.

Ash. "Everything is fine, dear, it's just that in your understanding it is very different from how I understand it. We met Max a few years ago at a party of our mutual friend Chris. First we met on the dance floor, someone had already had a few drinks, which made him bolder than before, and therefore invited me to get acquainted. The most ordinary acquaintance that led to the happiness that I have now."

Max. "And, by the way, she didn't want to get acquainted at first. Ashlyn said: "sorry, I'm not getting acquainted!" I had to persuade her for a long time and then ask Ashlyn's friend for her Instagram. The next day I wrote to her, invited her to have coffee. She, thank God, agreed and we met in a cafe. Then there were several more similar meetings, I invited Ashley to my races, she went to them, supported me as much as she could, and a little later I invited her to become my girlfriend.

Ash. "Oh, my God, I knew you'd tell me about this. Of course I was careful and prudent, because I didn't know anyone except Chris and a couple of other people. But soon I got to know Max better, he was very polite and attentive. We started chatting and realized that we have a lot of common interests. He really invited me to the races and I really enjoyed watching his progress. Gradually our friendship grew into something more."

Johnny. "And how do you cope with the attention of fans and journalists to your relationship? Does it interfere with your personal life?"

Max. "We have to get used to this hype, but we try not to let it affect our personal life. We understand that this is part of our job and we just try to remain ourselves. Attention to our relationship can sometimes be difficult, but we try not to worry about it and continue to cope with all the difficulties together."

Ash. "Yes, it can be difficult, but we both know that our personal life is most important. We try to keep our privacy and just enjoy the time that we have in between work."

Johnny. "Max, do you think your success in sports affects your personal life and your relationship with Ashlyn?"

Max. "I think that success in sports can really affect your personal life, but only if you don't find a balance between work and relationships. I am very grateful to Ashlyn for the fact that she always supports me and understands that my work requires a lot of time and effort. Because of this, we sometimes get upset, but we find minutes that we can spend together."

Johnny. "Ashlyn, what do you think about this?"

Ash. "My opinion: Max's success undoubtedly affects our lives, but I am always proud of him and his achievements. I know that his work is his passion, and I will always support him. No matter what."

Johnny. "Your couple can really be an example for others. And how do you perceive the support of your girlfriend, Ashlyn, during the races?"

Max. "Ashlyn is always by my side, she really supports me in all aspects of my life, not only in racing. She understands that Formula 1 is my passion and always supports me in all my endeavors. I really appreciate her support and she really helps me keep calm and confident that everything will be fine. I am really very happy that she is in my life."

Johnny. "It's great to hear that you have such a strong connection. Back to your F1 career, Max. You are very young, but you have already achieved great, no, huge successes in Formula 1. What is your attitude to this and how do you cope with the pressure exerted on you by detractors and rivals?"

Max. "Yes, I really started racing in Formula 1 at a very young age. But I've always dreamed of racing and have been passionate about motorsport since I was a kid. I am very grateful to my team and my family for their support, they have always believed in me. As for the pressure, I think it's part of the job. Pressure is always there in Formula 1, especially when you are in a team that expects you to win. But I try not to think about them too much. Instead, I concentrate on my work, train as hard as possible, and try to just enjoy the race, try to do everything possible to achieve success. I know that I am the best racer, and I think that every racer should think about himself that way, otherwise, he should be on the couch watching TV."

Johnny. "Great, Max! And how does your family support you along the way?"

Max. "My family is my main support. My father, Jos Verstappen, was a racing driver himself, so he understands what this means to me. He is always there to help and advise. My mom and sister are also very supportive of me, they are always there when I need them. My family is my inspiration. If Ashlyn has the opportunity to fly with me, then she takes the day off and follows me to the next Grand Prix. I am especially grateful to her for her support."

Johnny. "How do you both find time to study and relax together?"

Max. "We both have very busy schedules, but we try to find time for joint classes and recreation. We both love to travel and explore new places, so we often plan vacations and weekends together. We are also both fond of sports, so we often do together - play tennis, ride a bike or just walk in nature."

Ash. "Yes, and it is also important for us to have time for ourselves. We both understand that sometimes you just need to relax and go about your business. This helps us maintain balance and maintain healthy relationships."

Johnny. "Very interesting! Max, how do you feel about your numerous victories?"

Max. "Victories are always wonderful, but defeats are also a huge part of racing. I try to learn from every race, regardless of the result. It is important to stay positive and believe in yourself, believe that you have no equal. Defeats only motivate me to work even harder and strive for success."

Johnny. "Mate, what defeats are you talking about? You win one race after another!"

Johnny. "Finally, what are your plans for the future, as a couple and as individuals?"

Max. "Our main goal is to continue to develop and reach new heights. I want to continue my career in Formula 1 and continue to please my fans. Ashlyn also has her own ambitions in the modeling world, and I will always support her in this. We want to continue our life together, enjoying every moment and supporting each other."

Ash. "That's right, we both strive for personal growth and success. We want to create a happy and healthy family and continue our mutual support. We have a lot of plans for the future, and we are looking forward to making it all happen."

Johnny. "Well, I should wish you good luck! Our interview has come up. Thank you very much for giving such a sincere and heartfelt interview."

Max. "Thank you, Johnny, it was great."

Ash. "Thank you for the invitation, it was nice to talk to you."

— Stop! Interview is over!

— Thank God. You guys are great. It was a really good interview, Ashlyn, you're just beautiful.

— Yes. – Max pulled the girl to him and left a kiss on her lips. – Beauty. – He said and said goodbye to the presenter, went to the exit of the set.

As soon as Verstappen left the room, he put Ashlyn on his shoulder. The girl laughed and jokingly beat him with her hands, to which he hit her ass several times. People passed by who were curiously watching the current champion and his relationship with his beloved.

— Let's go home, my love. We should celebrate our victory.

— Is it really a victory?

— Of course. Sometimes it's harder to talk like this and answer various questions than driving 70 laps on the track.

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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Hey, it's me again, 😌 could I ask you for a 🖋 headcanons/blurbs.

With Steve Rogers where he finds out or how he reacts when the reader is pregnant, please? Thank you 😊

Just if you want to write this. If you don’t want to write this then:

Steve's reaction when you come home with shoulder length hair and dyed thin strands, instead of your long hair, please? Thank you 😊

You absolutely can jacky!! I lowkey love pregnancy fics/headcanons. this got a little long, but i hope you still like it! Xx

「 steve finding out you’re pregnant 」

steve rogers x fem reader

requested: yes

warnings: pregnancy/taking a pregnancy test, mentions of nausea

-you and steve had been together for awhile

-probably almost 4 years by now

-you had met through mutual friends during some work party you had been invited to as a plus one

-& immediately hit it off

-the two of you were quick to start going out on dates

-him being a complete gentleman & wanting to take it slower than most people do nowadays

-you weren’t complaining though

-steve was sweet

-& almost like a breath of fresh air

-so you went out on a few dates before he asked you to be his girlfriend

-which you happily accepted of course

-once together, though, your relationship didn’t take long to progress

-you started sleeping with each other

-which steve made clear on your third date that he wouldn’t do until he made you his girlfriend

-it was hard for the two of you though

-he found you absolutely breathtaking in every way & wanted nothing more than make that known to you

-but he held out until you agreed to be his girlfriend

-regardless, once you were together he was quick to get you into bed

-& it was insane

-he was just so good & so loving that it drove you insane

-there was definitely no lack of any kind in your sex life

-which is why steve had an inkling that you might be pregnant after a couple months of you not feeling great

-you didn’t feel sick, but you didn’t feel good either

-you were always a little nauseous & worn out regardless of what you did

-& steve can attest to you being moody

-but the both of you contributed it to you not feeling well

-he honestly would have suspected it sooner

-but he remembers you saying you got a period

-even if it was abnormally light

-as he’s out one saturday he picks up some pregnancy tests for you to take

-just to see

-considering you were laid out on the couch feeling worse today than you had been

-if the tests came back negative then at least one possibility was crossed out

-you can tell he’s got something up his sleeve that afternoon when he sits down with you on the couch

-he situates himself so you have to lay your head in his lap

-which you had grumbled about at first

-but found rather relaxing as he stroked your hair & rubbed circles into your hips

-”what do you think about having kids someday?” he’d start

-trying to seem nonchalant but you see through it

-”i don’t know. i think it could be nice, but i’m in no rush. why do you ask?”

-”i’ve been thinking about how you haven’t been feeling good, and i can’t help but wonder.”

-you hum, understanding what he means

-but you deny the idea immediately

-”i’ve still been getting my period though, steve.”

-”you said this last one was really light though...what if it wasn’t your period?”

-you look up at him with a sigh

-you really don’t think you’re pregnant

-but if it’ll make him feel better you’ll take a test just to see

-that afternoon you do one

-steve sitting in the bathroom with you the entire time

-you even have him read the test when it’s ready bc you’re so sure you aren’t pregnant

-when he smiles though you feel your heart sink into your stomach

-”i’m pregnant?”

-”you’re pregnant, honey” he smiles

-he hands you the test as he climbs onto the bed with you

-pulling you into your arms as you stare at the two little pink lines

-you’re pregnant

-you’re actually creating a baby as you sit there

-”steve...”

-he can tell your nervous just by the way you stare at the stick

-but he couldn’t be happier

-taking your hand in his he wraps his arms tightly around you

-”hey, i love you, y/n. i love you so much.”

-”we’re pregnant, steve” you deadpan as you can’t get your head around it

-”we are, and i couldn’t be happier, baby.”

-you simply stare up at him

-trying to read his expression

-”you want a baby?”

-watching him nod you find yourself able to breathe a little

-he wants a baby

-and you’re going to have a baby

-his baby

-you suppose it wouldn’t be all that bad

-you love steve & the thought of having kids with him has crossed your mind before

-but you were more than happy to take your time with it

-you never thought you would have a baby now

-it is kind of exciting as you think more about it

-& the way steve is kissing you as he holds you makes you want this future with him

-even if it is still a shock

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jokerislandgirl32 · 10 months

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For the butterfly thing:

Paisley? I feel like she’d be a moth but

Oh yes, of course! Thank you so much for requesting her! She’s the first leading lady requested for the WK Butterfly Assignments!

I kind of agree with you, I think a moth suits her personality better, but I did find one little gray butterfly, like the ONLY gray butterfly, that I think works for her! So for Ms. Paisley Paver, we have the….

Gray Hairstreak (also called bean lycaenid or cotton square borer) or (Strymon melinus)!

Some cool facts about this amazing little creature below the cut!

1)The Gray Hairstreak is small, just like Paisley herself (which is one thing we all love about her right? She’s a sassy, strong, little bean!) This butterfly’s wing span is only about one and a quarter inches at most, or around 20–32 millimeters!

2)The Gray Hairstreak’s physical features are quite unique. The butterfly earns its name from its unusual gray hued color and it’s wing extensions that resemble strands of hair. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, it is the only gray butterfly I found in my research! Making it one of a kind like our gray loving Paisley.

3) In their caterpillar form, this butterfly participates in Myrmecophily, which means they they develop a mutual relationship with ants. The ants protect the Gray Hairstreaks in exchange for a sweet liquid emitted by the caterpillars’ “honey gland.”

These caterpillars also are known to communicate with ants through sounds, leading them be called singing caterpillars. The sounds are another component to the ants protection of the caterpillars. So, like Paisley with Rex and her pavers, they are a butterfly that has much help and assistance.

If anyone would like to request any other characters feel free too, see the master list in the post linked above!

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Set It Up

-- Kind of a part 2 to that Set It Up request because I saw the kiss scene and I fell in love… Dialogue obviously had to change to match up to Hangman but I tried to keep it pretty close. And this happens wayy before the events of the movie.

Also, please send me requests!! I know I have a few original Top Gun fanfics that need to come out but I am waiting to rewatch the film for that but worry not! I do not forget you! --

Y/n looked through the window of her house. It was a new build in San Diego that they had moved to a few weeks ago. She liked it here, the sun was hot and the ocean was pleasant but looking out of her window at the tiny patch of grass they had called a garden made her nostalgic for home with its green pastures, cattle farms and long hiking trails.

She lost track of time thinking about all she had left behind. This move was good for them, and she had been up for it when Jake had suggested it. It was good for his career and for their future. Without this move they would never have the paycheck necessary for their dream of children, but she realised now that she might have liked to do it with her parents nearby.

She heard the front door open and then close again

“Honey I’m home!” Jake shouted, when he received no reply he dropped his bag on the floor and removed his boots before walking into the living room to find her absorbed in her own thoughts, intently staring at bird on their lawn

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Do you remember our first kiss?”

Jake scoffed “Of course I do”

They had been on a few dates, but nothing but mutual pining had come out of it. They had both been too cowardly to do anything about it. Recently, though they had been a little off with each other, and Jake had refused to come and help when Y/n had been in trouble with another guy until she had begged him to, under the guise that ‘he wasn’t her boyfriend’, she had given him the cold shoulder since.

Still, one day as she closed up she noticed a familiar figure out of the window of the bakery she worked at. He seemed to have been waiting for someone. Slowly, as if sensing her eyes on his back, he turned and saw her right as she lowered the metal curtain down on the windows and doors.

He was still waiting for her when she came out from the back.

“Hi”

“Hi” she replied

“What are you -- what are you doing here?” Y/n asked, taking him in in the light of the street lamps and the pale moonlight. He looked handsome.

“Oh err Nathalie told me to meet her here. What are you doing here?” Jake said. Strange. Nathalie, Y/n’s sister had also asked her to meet her there…

“Ooh Oh my god” She laughed when the realisation hit her. Nathalie had always been cheering their situationship on, hoping it would become something more. She had told Y/n that she just wanted to see her little sister happy, but Y/n suspected it had more to do with the fact that Jake’s sister Jane was her best friend and getting her own sister and her brother together would be one step closer to actually being sisters.

“She cyranoed us” He shook his head

“Yes she --”

“I googled it, so I know what that means now” He admitted, looking at his shoes. He rubbed a spot on the pavement to give the impression he wasn’t embarrassed but both knew Y/n could see right through it.

“Why are you dressed like that?” She said, eyeing his clothes. He wore a black shirt and tight jeans, a far cry from what he should have been wearing: the ridiculous uniform of the chicken shop next door.

“I don’t work here -- anymore” He said, much to her surprise “Yeah I quit working for Rick -- Starting over… I’m 20, actually I’m a temp, which is technically lower on the totem pole than assistant… which is… Kind of a kick in the nuts -- it’s uhh kind of cool, I get to see a bunch of different jobs… Find out what I actually like” He paused and looked her deep into the eyes “I like you… so so much. You’re not hard to get, at all, you’re hard to earn… It’s so much better” He seemed so genuine, but Y/n’s heart had been broken a little that night.

“You displayed a total lack of character when it mattered”

“I know”

“Jake you have the romantic and sexual personality of a 7th grader”

He scoffed. Jake knew it was true, but he also knew you found it charming. You had always been a sensible girl and his silliness helped you relax

“7th grade -- I mean I feel like I could at least be high school” He joked

“You wear suits to sports games!”

“What?” He asked, outraged, until he realised what incident she was talking about -- a time his baseball team had all turned up in tuxedos to destabilise the opposite team -- and what game she was playing

“You’re a know it all” he replied

“You are… unbelievably bad at beer pong” she threw back

“You’re a sore winner… And you use too many exclamation points”

“And yet…”

Jake took her by the hand and pulled her close. He moved his hand to cup her face and leaned in. Their lips met and sparks flew. It hadn’t been her first kiss, but it would be the only one that would ever matter.

She came back to reality, Jake holding her from behind, gently kissing her neck

“I’m hungry”

“I completely forgot dinner, I am so sorry” She exclaimed, clasping a hand over her mouth

“Take out? I kind of fancy pizza” Jake asked, already holding the phone in his hand and dialling the number

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