#she loved him. she teased him. he made her laugh. she couldn't bear to look at his dead body.

[the--highlanders]

like. on the one hand I think big finish going 'uhhh yeah and then jamie and kirsty got married' feels like an incredibly lazy writing decision. as if they wanted so badly to give jamie a heteronormative return-to-real-life ending that they just cast around for the only female supporting character in the highlanders and slapped her in there, regardless of how little sense it made for the characters and their respective backgrounds

but on the other hand I am having so much fun developing kirsty's character for this fic. she's a delight but also enough of a blank slate that i can pile anything I want onto her. thank you for the opportunity mr big finish I know this isn't what you intended but here we are

#second doctor #i can literally do WHATEVER with her. who's going to stop me. there's no canon here. #so i can just be like #kirsty is twenty-seven years old. #alexander was a year younger. #she loved him. she teased him. he made her laugh. she couldn't bear to look at his dead body. #at 18 she went to stay with an aunt in edinburgh for an education/to potentially find a husband and she came back with a girlfriend. #she doesn't believe in ghosts but also she does. #she always loved riding out over her father's lands to check on the tenants but she hates walking out in bare feet. #she's a dog person and always loved her father's hunting dogs. #her estate is entailed away from her so she can't inherit it and she's basically dispossessed after alexander's death. #she's a bit awkward around kids and their 'more children than there are days in the week' are orphans of the '45 that jamie collects. #she and jamie are wlw/mlm solidarity in a marriage of convenience and just vibing together. #she genuinely does love him like family and when he leaves with two again it breaks her heart to lose another brother. #& i love her!!! i love her so much

[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

part two (nsfw)

What are the odds that you're the object of affection for not one but two masked killing machines?

Well, that's what they would have you believe, that they're deadly. I mean they are and they... aren't. Simon is a giant armored teddy bear and König is a playful Golden Retriever. Your good boys. Your best boys. Your good, best, and chaotic boys.

Well, uh... Ghost will forever call bullshit and protest because he is NOT chaotic. Now that is bullshit because his chaotic nature is more subdued. You can admit that König brings out this part of him more than you do.

Though to be fair, you've gotten in your fair share of shenanigans with König. Ghost swears he rolls his eyes more often than not when it comes to you two.

They also tend to lowkey compete with each other and it's made you laugh more often than not.

You thought you were a worrywart but König and Ghost have you beat. By miles. And König has you both beat by lightyears.

He'll bring you up a lot when he and Ghost are gone. When the three of you are in different places, best believe a conference call will be had. You and König are talking the most and Ghost will interject every so often. And then König and Ghost will talk and sometimes they will... not!bicker like an old married couple.

Their voices (especially the rumble of Simon's) are so soothing to you. You fell asleep on the phone while talking to them once and they got so worried that they were THISCLOSE to sending someone to check on you.

Speaking of being away, König absolutely does not like the fact that you're alone when they're gone. Thinks it makes you susceptible to an attack. Simon disagrees and vouches for you ("Alone doesn't mean weak. You'll be fine.") but in pure König fashion, he surprises you and Simon with the cutest Doberman puppy ("To keep you company and protect you when we're gone, Schatz."). A Doberman puppy who, to date, has no name because you three can't agree to one. König calls her Königin (Queen), Ghost calls her Pup, and you call her Lola.

Speaking of pet names, you're either Schatz or Schatzi to König and Baby or Love to Simon. They're usually handsome or gorgeous to you. You're still working on giving them specific pet names but those two will suffice for now. It's cute watching König glow whenever you call him that.

The dog is more company than she is protection because all she lives for is table food, scritches, and 'stalking' Ghost and/or König. The latter absolutely loves to roughhouse with her, too. She made Ghost her personal couch/bed/thing. Yeah...

You also encourage your four-legged baby to smile, too, and when she first did it in front of Ghost he was almost scared shitless ("What the fu—?").

Ghost is also a little dismayed and turned on that König can pick him up and carry him like a sack of potatoes. Ghost.exe stopped working the first time it happened. When YOU witnessed it for the first time, you, uh... well... let's just say you were deliciously sore the next day. (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

The same thing usually happens when you watch them spar and it gets a little heated (König gets that little glint of determination in his eyes and like fuck will Simon admit that it gets a little personal when he loses). Goddamn, just look at those physiques.

In the bed: You had to upsize because your lovers are fucking gigantic. König prefers to be rather confined when he sleeps so he's always in the middle. Ghost likes to sleep facing the door and you and the furbaby are... everywhere in the bed. She also gives no fucks and will plop down on the closet body.

Simon is also the resident pillow princess. Yeah, his pillows need to be extra fluffy and he keeps an abundance of them on the bed. So fucking what. You tease him about it endlessly but he couldn't give a shit. Funnily enough, König almost got supplexed once because he called Simon that in public.

Speaking of being in public, they're your protectors when you're out and about. Either they're walking in front of you if there are too many people or they're by your side. You do prefer for them to walk in front of you for... reasons. That involves the view. (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

And by the way, they can get a little jealous. They will feel some type of way if your attention is on something or rather, someone else. You are theirs and they have no problem letting people know that.

Oh yeah and König, fuck you. Ghost calls bullshit. Your mask does not look better than his.

#simon ghost riley #konig #könig #simon riley x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare #konig x reader x ghost #task force 141 #just 141 things. #just ghostly things. #just kingly things. #poly palooza.

[leighsartworks216]

Not Tonight. Not To You. Never Again.

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader (can possibly be read as platonic)

Something something Astarion would kill anybody who tries to take your drink at a party something something

I started this while sitting in the car doing laundry, and I'm finishing this while very sleepy. It was half proofread, again bc I'm sleepy

THIS FIC CONTAINS THEMES OF DATE-RAPE DRUGGING AND SEXUAL ASSAULT

Warnings: drugging, references to sexual assault, swearing, blood, murder, slight protective Astarion, no actual assault happens, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1,374

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First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

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You blinked as the world tilted on its axis, blurring at the edges of your vision, before it stood upright again, only slightly hazy. Had you really had that many drinks tonight? It didn't seem like it. Maybe this tavern's brew was stronger than you were used to?

"Everythin’ alright? You look a bit sick."

You look up at Karlach with a reassuring grin. You hated to worry any of your friends, but least of all the tiefling. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and you'd hate to see it crack. "I'm fine. Think I should head to bed - this stuff is stronger than I thought it would be."

She frowned. "Really?" She peered into her tankard, confused. "Seemed a bit weak to me."

You chuckle. It sounded distant. "Guess I'm a bit of a lightweight." You push your mug away and stand on shaky legs, using the table for support. "Goodnight, everyone."

Those who hear you bid you goodnight as well, some raising their ales in gratitude and others teasing you about not being able to hold your liquor. Astarion stares at you like he's studying you, brow pinched tight. You offer him a smile, before doing your best to stumble toward the stairs.

Halfway there, a waiter comes to your side, wrapping an arm around you and smiling brightly. You recognized him through the fog in your vision; he'd been the one to serve you drinks. "Need a hand there, hero?"

You laugh, world spinning once more as you allow yourself to lean into his support. "A hero that can't hold their liquor," you drawl. "Some hero, eh?"

He chuckles by your ear. He bears most of your weight as he helps you up each well-worn step, steering you toward your room. How'd he know which one was yours? "I hardly think it affects the world's view of you," he assures. "After all, you did save Faerûn."

"It-" Your body lurched forward, all of your limbs turning to lead. The world continued to swirl and wave and twist, until you couldn't distinguish up from down or left from right. Black spots began dotting your vision, blocking out some of the vertigo. Your stomach churned, your head ached. "'t wasn' jus' me..."

"C'mon, love. Your room is just here. Let's get you to bed."

A bedroom spun in your vision, but not for long. The last thing you saw was the waiter's grinning face as you fell to the floor, too weak to stand any longer and too dizzy to stay upright if you had.

Where....

........... Astarion.........?

-

"Tav?" Something cold touches your face. "Darling, wake up."

"Mmnf..."

"That's it. You're safe now."

You blinked open your eyes but winced at the light that greeted you. You heard a soft hiss.

"Is that better?"

You tried again, and were grateful to find it was no longer so bright. You looked around, trying to get a sense of your surroundings.

"You're in your room." Astarion sneered, glaring at something on the floor. "But we should move you to mine before you try sleeping again.”

“Mm? Why..?” You groan as you sit up. Your body feels so heavy, like it was made entirely of stone. Astarion helped you up with a hand to your back. You followed where his gaze had been. Laying face down on the floor, in a puddle of blood, was… the waiter? You blinked stupidly at the corpse. “What happened?”

Once he was sure you wouldn’t fall backwards, he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. “Bastard drugged you. Gods know what he would have done to you if I hadn’t followed you up.”

Your brain was still slow, trying to piece together what had happened before this. You remember celebrating a battle won. You’d bought drinks for everyone, and… You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as bile rose to your throat. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped. “I-I thought the drinks were just strong, I-”

He carefully touches your arm. “It’s not your fault, love. No doubt he’d gotten good at tricking people.”

You shook your head, looking at him with wide, lost eyes. “What if he’d drugged you? Or Karlach or Shadowheart or- or-!”

He scoffed in disbelief, nose scrunching. “You just got drugged and nearly assaulted, and all you’re worried about is what could have happened if it’d been one of us? Darling, please, have a little perspective.”

You grimace as you glance back at the body. The sight of the blood or the corpse itself doesn’t bother you anymore. But the thought of what could have happened sat thick and unpleasant in your stomach. You grab his hand from your arm and hold it in your lap, fiddling with his long fingers to distract yourself. “How did you know to… To follow?”

“Well, for one, I trust Karlach knows when an ale is strong. Two, I’ve seen you hold your own against her in your little drinking games before. And three…” He curls his fingers around your hands, stopping your fiddling and rubbing a thumb along your knuckles. “I’ve seen men like him play this same game before. Too many times. I wasn’t going to risk it happening to you, too.”

A chill runs through your body. You lean forward to press your forehead against his neck. He hesitantly brings up a hand to run along your back, holding you to him. “Thank you,” you murmur. You bury your face further into him. “Gods, I can’t believe I…” You sigh, soft and shaky, dread overwhelming you as the reality of what happened sunk in. “Thank you, Astarion.”

“As much as I’d love to sit here all night, listening to you praise me over and over for the hero I am,” he teases, earning a quiet huff from you, “you need to sleep. And not here.” He gently pulls you away from him and stands from the bed, squeezing your hands before he lets go. “We’ll just tuck you in down the hall, I’ll go downstairs and scold the others for being too careless, inform the innkeeper of his employee’s exploits - perhaps even get paid for doing so - and then we can get the Hells out of here come first light.”

You chuckled softly. He helped you stand, an arm around your waist keeping you steady as he walked you around the body and out the door. “And if I want you to stay?”

He hums as though the thought never crossed his mind, before sighing overdramatically. “Then I’ll just have to get paid for my bold rescue in the morning. I suppose it can wait until then. I won’t be cleaning up that mess anyway.”

He unlocks his door at the end of the hall and guides you to the bed, setting you down on the edge. You clumsily kick your boots off and he sets them by the door, toeing his off right next to them. You plop back into the pillows, giving in to the weight in your bones. He huffs a laugh at how pathetic you look, but it’s far more endearing than he wishes to admit.

You do your best to get comfortable under the thick duvet the inn provided, sinking into the warmth it offered. He easily slithered in beside you, touching you almost pensively as you turn into him and cuddle close to his chest. You’re so warm. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, the other draped over your waist, keeping you close. Keeping you safe.

Even just thinking about what could have happened if he hadn’t had the good sense to follow fills him with rage. He should have torn that bastard apart, piece by piece, until he only knows pain and remorse for every single victim that came before. But you’re safe, and that’s what really matters, more than his own revenge.

You press your nose against his neck, hot breaths fanning across his skin. He could almost feel the brush of your lips as you murmured another thank you. Your arms slipped around his middle, wrapping around him so you were as close as possible. You muttered another thanks, and another, and another, until exhaustion overwhelmed you, and you fell asleep in his arms.

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[oh-meretseger]

part 4 - Tease

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: the sexual frustration between you gets to its peak when your first kiss happens (🥹), starting a game of brutal teasing on both sides

notes: 18+! although not so much of a smut (some public touching and groping, making out hehe), mainly fluff, some cute moments before posting some disgustingly dirty smut in the next chapter lmao

word count: 4,6k

"Sasha, stop calling me pookie bear or I'm going ballistic" Jean calmly blinked in her direction after setting the empty box of pad thai down. Sasha was already on her third portion, mercilessly stuffing her face full like she's been starving for a week.

"But you're my pookie bear, what do you mean?" Sasha's jaw stopped chewing, stunned for a moment by hearing such astonishing nonsense, as she stared back at Jean. She notoriously got addicted to every single silly nickname she made up for her friends, and used it uncontrollably until she discovered a new one.

Jean let out an exhausted sigh, but still leaned back on his bed with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"And what about me?" Connie complained loudly from the other bed with a mouth full of noodles. None of the three were giving any more fucks about the movie playing on Connie's notebook in the background.

"You're my pookie pie"

"Yeah, I like pie" Connie shrugged, giving his blessing as Sasha nodded diligently.

"I know"

"Yeah, but I'm not a bear, so how does that work?" Jean huffed, holding back a smile at how Sasha's expression instantly turned outraged, just like he guessed.

"You are!" Sasha snapped at him and Jean laughed out loud. "You're a big ass hairy animal, but still cute and huggable"

"Ah right, thanks" Jean's ironic tone did not faze her in the slightest.

"I'm deeply sorry bro, but I wouldn't say you're cute, at all" Connie's eyes were back on the movie, although his attention was fully on the brilliant, highly knowledgeable conversation in the background.

"Y/N thinks you are" Sasha shrugged carelessly while ruthlessly devouring her last bites of dinner, and Jean's heart started pounding in his chest all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat to avoid choking on his own saliva, and tried to reply just as casually as Sasha spit out this small little information.

"What do you mean?" Jean couldn't believe how flustered he became by simply hearing your name. He didn't like it. The hell is his heart beating so fast for?

"She has the biggest crush on you, don't tell me you didn't notice" Sasha giggled to herself at Jean's honest, dumb expression. She found you two idiots adorable, pretending you didn't absolutely have the hots for each other.

"The hell are you on? They're at each other's throats all the fucking time" Connie turned his head at hearing such nonsensical gibberish.

"I truly feel sorry for you men sometimes" Sasha blinked at two of the most imbecile faces she's ever seen. "Are you really that slow?! Why in tarnation do you think I left you two alone?"

Jean felt heat spread through his body as images of you popped up in his memory, your warm body against his, teeth sunk into his skin...

"They fucked?!" Connie yelled out in shock and Jean couldn't help cracking up at how serious he sounded.

"Not YET" Sasha looked at Connie with a nod of true wisdom as Jean huffed in disapproval. Although deep inside, a feeling of excitement started to make him tingle.

"Shut your silly mouth, Sasha" Jean snapped at her, holding back a smile trying to climb up on his face all the way from his heart. "You've been acting a fool since you started latching onto that canteen guy"

"My brother in Christ, you're in denial" Sasha gave up. She already knew you were bound to be together anyway. "And I've always been silly, Niccolo just brings out the best in me"

"I love that guy, he makes the best risottos" Connie agreed in his own way, still pretending to watch the movie.

"He cooks me his secret special meals" she added, her eyes literally sparkling with pure bliss as she said those words, and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm bringing him to your party, Consuelo"

"That's literally not my name" Connie stated, not even moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Okay, Conrad"

"I'm texting Marco to come" Jean grabbed his phone, verbalizing his actions as both Sasha and Connie turned their head in excitement.

"Yesss, I miss Marco!"

You were rather anxious about this party. Connie's parents lived close to the campus, and the group of people Connie invited over to their house sounded fun when Sasha listed them all to you in detail. But still, there was something unnerving about a night of careless fun, coming out of your little shell and letting yourself go in front of such new people, in front of Jean.

"C'mon, we're gonna have an amazing time!" Sasha encouraged you after seeing a small anxious frown form on your face.

"I know, it's always an amazing time with you guys" you smiled, your heart pounding hard at the thought of seeing Jean at the party. "But what should I wear?"

"POOKIE, let me help you with that" Sasha jumped up from your bed and shot straight to your closet, as you watched her with an entertained grin.

You walked down the hallway on the way to your afternoon class, Friday leaving a freeing bliss in your chest as you listened to your playlist. The always busy corridor was now almost empty, everyone having left the stress of weekdays behind to finally enjoy their free time. Anxiety turned into a small glimpse of excitement in your stomach the past few days, and you couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow night.

Your headphones suddenly flying off of your head jerked you out of being in your own thoughts, and before you could even react, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a narrow passageway with an overwhelming force.

Your body crashed into a much larger frame, and a familiar sense of warmth flowed through you as Jean's smell hit your nose before you could even get a look at your kidnapper.

"Hey! Give it back!" your hand shot towards his immediately, but of course with one movement of his arm your headphones were instantly removed far from your reach, as he held it up above his head. A grin grew on his face as he looked down at you, his other hand still squeezing your wrist, and once again, you felt your cheeks get warm under his intense stare. That stupid cocky grin of his...

"D'you think I should?" Jean's voice was smooth and low, enough to make your mind go hazy. You couldn't believe how fast it all could get too much. His intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body as he towered over you, his fingers' touch on your skin, his voice and beautiful hazel eyes melting you into a puddle...

You felt weak.

"Can you stop doing that? My arm is getting all bruised up from you pulling on it" you sneered up at him, not even trying to get further away as your bodies pressed into each other. Jean's eyes slipped down to your plump lips as you mockingly smirked. "And kidnapping me"

"Kidnapping you? You could definitely not move your little hands around like that, if I were to kidnap you" Jean's raised hand inched lower and lower to slowly put your headphones around your neck as your eyes desperately pierced into his. You felt yourself melt into him, his look deliberately making you go soft and mindless, as his delicious-looking lips were so dangerously close to you...

As Jean's other hand became free, it slid down on the sleeve of your hoodie to grab your other wrist. The hard grip of his hands restraining yours was enough to make you soaking wet.

And that strangely made your confidence bounce right back.

"Why are you stalking me anyway?" you stared into his eyes with a self-assured smile slightly curving your lips.

Jean felt blood rush right to his crotch at the devilish sparkle in your eyes, almost visibly turning dark as you looked up at him. What a naughty girl.

Although weakness was palpable in the air between both of you. You both knew you would fold the moment your hips pressed into each other just a tad bit more.

Jean's hands gripping your wrists moved them behind your back with a swift motion.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Important" he smiled and you felt yourself blushing again as his arms pulled your body more into his, cuffing your hands behind you. Being controlled by Jean's big arms felt... Heavenly. "You want me to stalk you, don't you?"

"Unlike yourself, I'm not a pervert, dumbass" you let the magic word slip from between your lips, and warmth filled your chest as Jean cracked up. You felt like you could stay in his embrace forever, looking at his handsome face and beautiful smile endlessly... If your pussy didn't ache from the tension of being restrained by his tall frame. "You're lucky you have such pretty eyes, otherwise I would be kneeling on your back right now"

Your obvious joke of physically overcoming him flew right over his head as your words of praise reached his ears - and a slight tint of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. From ear to ear.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Jean" your smile grew into the widest grin as the rarest species on planet Earth, flustered Jean hesitated momentarily, looking into your eyes. "Are you-"

You stopped your own words. Instantly wanting to tease him was like a natural instinct, but in a matter of moments, your urge to deepen that adorable blush on his face became overwhelming. You wanted him to know how much your lips desired his at that very moment. You wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to feel good.

Jean felt your body rise onto tiptoes under his arms as your heels parted from the ground and in a second, your face reached his, your lips connecting in a soft kiss.

You immediately melted at feeling each other's lips, sensitive nerves making your hungry minds explode with pleasure. Jean felt all tension leave your body, and let go of one of your wrists to catch you from collapsing. You literally felt your knees give out. Jean's arm felt so strong as it snaked around your waist, you barely audibly whimpered into the kiss - and Jean felt himself grow hard at the sweet sound.

"Mmph y- your lips feel so good" you mumbled against his soft lips and Jean was seeing stars. He never imagined your honeylike voice to be able to make him crumble even more in real life, than on the phone the other day. Your body so hot against his, the touch of your lips so plump and sweet on his, your scent making him feel like he was drunk out of his mind.

Jean let out a quiet moan as your tongue danced along his lower lip, then slipped into his mouth eagerly. Immediately after you granted access, his tongue answered, sliding against yours, and you felt warmth flooding your pussy at the wet sounds you two were making. Jean's one hand gripping your wrist, the other one slowly sliding on the side of your waist, finding its way under your hoodie, making contact with the sensitive skin close to your breast...

It all felt so filthy, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jean grunted quietly after your lips parted, looking into your big, pleading eyes, but you already missed their warmth, so you softly pressed your lips back to his.

“What?” you whispered against him, your eyelids low from the heavenly feeling, and you felt Jean’s lips curve into a smile.

“You make me want to rip this off of you, right here, right now” Jean pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie, then with that same motion he grabbed your hand, removing it from its comfortable place on the side of his neck. You quietly whimpered as you felt one of his large hands gripping both of your wrists behind your back, his now free hand starting to slowly roam over your clothes. “You seem like the type of bad girl that likes the danger of getting caught”

“And you seem like the type to talk big, but do nothing” you knew exactly how bratty you sounded trying to tease Jean, but you also knew he had complete control over you. Your words were snarky, but your eyes blinked up at him with desperation, cheeks flushed with arousal.

Jean let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right” he smiled, but a sinful light flashed in his hazel eyes. Oh, you’re in for it. His free hand skimmed down to the brim of your hoodie, lifting it to expose the jeans tight on your butt. You unintentionally let out a sigh as his fingers gripped into the fabric and he started groping your ass without any shame. “I wouldn’t have the balls to touch you like that”

You felt wetness soaking through your panties at his firm touch, his breath hot on your ear as he looked at his own hand’s movements over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t dare to pull these down” the groping stopped as a long finger creeped under the waist of your jeans, sending chills up your spine as he lightly dragged his fingertip along your skin. “What would we do if someone caught you with pants around your knees, moaning like a whore?”

“Jean” you quietly whined his name, losing your mind as his palm slid up your waist, over that stupid hoodie preventing his skin from touching yours.

“Getting desperate, are we?” he spoke softly, his hand stopping right at the underwire of your bra. Jean’s fingers moved carefully around the curve of your clothed tits, earning another whimper from you as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “How outrageous would it be to grope your naked tits…”

You wanted him to grab them, feel the soft tissue with his hand, but Jean’s thumb just gently brushed over your nipple getting hard under the multiple layers of clothes.

“Or to take them into my mouth… Suck on them” Jean felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as he pressed his thumb into the plush of your breast. Feeling you against himself, watching your eyes close in pleasure and your pretty swollen lips form an O made it extremely painful to hold his composure. Your flushed cheeks made him want to press you against the wall and do exactly what he just described. “A coward like me wouldn’t wanna get caught licking you, fingers buried in your wet little hole”

Jean felt his hard cock twitch in his pants as you pressed your hips even harder into him, desperate to feel his growing erection. His hand slid onto your delicate neck, fingers gently pushing into the sides.

“Holy-“ you mumbled, your head falling back as Jean leaned closer, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin as he earned access to your neck. His lips grazed over your skin, sending tingles down your body, and he deeply inhaled your sweet scent...

Then everything got cruelly ripped away from you in a matter of seconds.

“See ya tomorrow, smartass” you heard Jean’s voice and your eyes shot open, only to be met with his self-assured, cocky grin. He let go of your wrists and your neck, hands sliding into the pockets of his denim jacket while he stepped back, depriving you of the blissful heat of his body.

Jean felt so satisfied, so pleased with himself. You stood there for a moment, left utterly confused, your big eyes still eager, blinking towards him, swollen lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but the feeling of surprise made you catch your breath. You were so adorable, he had to hold back a chuckle.

He liked how confident sexual tension seemed to make you, but he just couldn’t help himself teasing you, making you go weak under his control.

“Je-“ a fragile little sound tried to break through the shock gripping your throat, but Jean’s reply cut you off as he turned his back to you, simply walking away.

“Tomorrow!”

You just stood there, astounded, your heart still racing, warmth filling your cheeks and panties damp from your wetness. Jean’s grip still burned the skin on your wrists and neck like a phantom. Your mind was so confused, you couldn’t even be mad at the man arrongantly strolling away from you like this was the most entertaining walk of his life.

And you completely forgot about the afternoon class you were originally headed to.

Frustration quickly turned into confidence as you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm after your little ice cream date with Sasha, getting ready for the party. It was a rare occasion, so you let your hair down, to Sasha’s biggest delight.

"You look sooo good, dear lord!" she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile, encouraging you to do a little spin and she howled like a wolf.

"C'mon, it's not that special" you laughed at her excessive reaction. "But you do look breathtaking in that dress, emerald suits you"

"You think so?" Sasha looked down at herself, hands soothing the thin fabric. It was quite short, sleeves off the shoulders, showing off her delicate, pale skin. She truly looked beautiful.

"Niccolo's gonna pee his pants seeing you" you nodded and Sasha cracked up.

"He better pee his pants" she slipped her arms into her bolero. "And Jean better jizz his pants, to be honest"

"Sasha!" you chuckled as you shook your head, trying to shake off the thought of Jean orgasming, in any way, before your blushing could give any awkward feelings away. Sasha jumped to you and leaned over to pull your dress in all the right places to make it look even better. It was black and tight, its length ending right above your knees, but a longer slit letting one of your thighs be seen.

"What? You're a goddess, you better start believing that" Sasha threw her oversized leather jacket on your shoulders. "C'mon, grab your phone, let's go"

Connie's parents must be delighted to let a bunch of kids trash their house, you thought, as Sasha closed the door of your Uber and caught up to you waiting on the pavement. It seemed like a nice and quiet neighborhood, now muffled thuds breaking the silence of the street as you heard the bass of the music coming from inside.

"Bruh, Cornelius told me he invited twenty people at max" Sasha noted as you walked past a few unfamiliar faces sitting on the stairs of the front porch, drinking and cackling loudly. She swung the front door open like she owned the place, and the brutal noise hit you in your chest.

"Who the hell is Cornelius?" you asked with an amused laugh, but Sasha couldn't hear you anymore, the sound of loud music, people shouting, laughing and just generally being intoxicated deafening both of you. Sasha grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Bumping into a bunch of strangers in a dimly lit room and loud noise overwhelming your senses was not how you imagined Connie's "friendly get together" to go.

"There he is" Sasha let go of your hand as you reached the kitchen, the lights brighter and the noise slightly less disturbing than in the crowded living room. You leaned against the doorframe where Sasha left you as you watched Sasha punch Connie's arm without a word being spoken between them.

"AARGH, are you out of your mind?" Connie jumped back from the open fridge in shock, his hand shooting towards the painful shoulder.

"You told me it was gonna be a small party! How are we supposed to order pizza for so many people?" Sasha yelled at him, absolutely infuriated about the food situation.

Non-existant food situation, may we add.

"Why should we order pizza for everyone?! I don't even know them, who cares?" Connie yelled back at her, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Did you come over to ask brainless questions, or will you let me have a fucking break?"

"Hi Y/n!" you suddenly heard your name from behind and your head snapped towards the familiar voice. You were met with Berthold's smile and his usual peaceful expression, not even minding Sasha and Connie killing each other in the background.

"Hi Bert" you smiled back, happy to see him. You rarely got to talk to him at the one single class you had together. "How are you?"

"Uh, good thanks, barely holding on inside this hell of a house" he replied and you chuckled, perfectly understanding his struggle with crowded, loud places.

"You're telling me! I feel like exploding and we just arrived" you shook your head. "Where's Annie?"

"We're sitting outside on the patio, you should join us. It's a lot more quiet out there" he suggested as a large hand slapped on his shoulder. You looked up at the tall man appearing next to Bert, broad shoulders towering over you, fingers running through his blonde hair, bright eyes and a charming smile glistening towards you. "This is my friend, Reiner, by the way. I don't think you've met"

"Nice to meet you, Reiner" you nodded with a friendly smile and he accepted your hand reaching towards him, shaking it gently.

"The pleasure's mine, Y/n" Reiner softly returned your smile, and you started to feel flustered at the intense eye contact. "How come I've never seen you around campus?"

"She's pretty lame, looks like a grey little mouse most of the time" an unmistakable voice appeared next to you, and you turned to Jean sticking out your  tongue in an instant. Bert rolled his eyes with a laugh and went over to the fridge, probably getting the drinks he originally came there for.

"Who asked the blockhead?" you snapped back as Jean stopped close to you, one arm pressing to yours, grinning down at you.

Your heart secretly started racing just by seeing him.

"Dunno man, looks like a gorgeous mouse to me" Reiner said winking at you, then turned and went to join Bert pondering in front of the open fridge. Warmth spread on your face as you watched Reiner grab a beer, and you deliberately avoided looking at Jean. "You want one, Jeanbo?"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Jean replied casually, but clenched his teeth as he looked down at your face, blushed from his compliment. The hell are you blushing for? Is this buff jock what you're into? Reiner, really?

Jean's jaw relaxed at the thought of how you'd probably clown him for being jealous. Jealous, good lord... It was like you sensed his eyes stuck on you, you raised your face to look at him with those big, sparkling eyes.

How could he not be jealous?

"Big man's not wrong" Jean said softly, so only you could hear, his eyes glancing over your outfit, then back to your face, and you felt your cheeks burn under his look. "You look beautiful"

Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help the smile instantly widening on your face. You turned your whole body towards Jean and felt your stomach flip at how his hazel eyes glistened right back at you with a warm smile.

"You look pretty handsome yourself" you grinned, moving to hold both of his hands. Jean's heart fluttered to the same rhythm yours did as the sight of your pretty smile and the touch of your fingers combined started to make him melt. "This shirt looks so good on you"

Your fingers ran along the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the fabric soft, comfy and smelling of his delicious scent.

"Don't try to make me blush, you little rat" he grunted with a low voice, making you laugh out loud, and he lifted his hands to grab both sides of your face, long fingers reaching into your hair at the nape of your neck. Tingles ran down your spine as your arms moved automatically to hug his waist as he stood so close to you. "Where are your glasses, smartass?"

"I'm wearing contacts" you blinked up at him as he stroked a few strands of your hair to tug them behind your ears.

Your stomach doing a backflip once again.

"I like the glasses" he brushed his thumb over your cheek, then looked back to your eyes, making your body burn with the familiar sense of warmth. "But you look pretty regardless"

You swallowed your reply as Jean's eyes shot to your lips. So plump and invitingly glistening with gloss. He wanted to kiss you so much.

"I like the earrings, too" Jean swiftly shifted his eyes to the little silver figures dangling from your ears. He  thought they wonderfully emphasized your delicate little neck.

"Thanks, they're ladybugs" you grinned and Jean chuckled.

"Are they your little magical ladybugs? I knew you were a witch" he watched with a smirk as you bursted into laughing. He also noticed the shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids, and how the makeup and your jewellery complimented your look so well. Although he knew exactly how gorgeous you were without them.

"You're very attentive tonight, Jeanbo" you sneered at him and Jean rolled his eyes at your smug smile. He hated that nickname.

"He's my teammate, your ass is not allowed to use that name"

"Will I be allowed if I start beating you with a stick as well?" your smile widened at making Jean crack up.

"The hell do you think we do while playing hockey?" he laughed, one of his hands moving to grab your chin. "It's not just beating each other with sticks, believe it or not"

"Sure" you borderline didn't even know what you were talking about. Not even having a sip of alcohol yet, you smiled up at Jean drunkenly, intoxicated by how good he felt to all of your senses at that moment.

Sasha's loud sounds of excitement snapped you both out of your own little world.

"WHAT, they're filled with cherry cream?!" she covered her mouth with a hand, in a state of complete shock as Niccolo held out a tray of cupcakes in front of her.

Niccolo nodded with an enthusiastic smile in your direction, and you waved at him with an amused chuckle as Jean let go of you and walked over to them. You've already met Niccolo countless times, but you could never get enough of their emotion-filled interactions with Sasha - strong emotions about food, mostly.

"Hey!" Connie yelped as Sasha slapped his hand trying to steal from the dessert. "This is my house, give me a cupcake!"

"It's your father's house, Constance" Sasha stated seriously, and you bursted out laughing as Connie's low-lidded stare met your eyes. He was so tired of the names.

"Are you pulling these names out of your ass?"

"I'm pulling the cupcake out of your ass, if you dare to steal any of- HEY!" Sasha practically jumped on Connie's back as he rapidly grabbed one of them from the tray, trying to get away and stuff it into his mouth before Sasha could stop him.

A few people, unfamiliar with this otherwise very usual situation, quickly left the kitchen before they found themselves in the middle of a physical altercation, and you and Jean were in absolute hysterics.

"Eat it then, you fucking piece of pie!" Sasha shouted at Connie, still riding on his back, smearing the cherry cupcake around his face with her palm.

"Uh- Yo-" Connie's desperate attempts of yells were muffled as Niccolo tried to pull Sasha from him with no success. "Y'suff- You'll suffocate me!"

"Ah, feels like I never left town" a voice laughed loudly next to you, and you raised your teary eyes to look at the stranger. The tall, brunette man stepped straight to Jean, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he snatched his head in his direction.

"MARCO!"

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Will you be my Valentine?: Sugar Day 1 Thomas Hewitt

Welcome to day one of my Valentines fic event! This event will last 7 days and end very obviously on Valentine's day itself. Each of these fics will be simple cute little fluffy fics to celebrate the holiday. I hope you all enjoy <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Fluff, SFW, No real warnings. No specific descriptions of reader or pronouns are used. If pronouns are ever used, reader will go by they/them.

On most days, the gas station was boring. Boring as hell to be exact though you'd never say that around Luda. You sat there all day in hopes that some stupid lost college kid would roll into the middle of nowhere gas station desperate for directions of any kind to get the hell out of here. A shame really that the only directions you knew were to the Hewitt household.

The rusted old bell above the door chimed to alert you that someone had entered the station. Your head snapped up from the outdated magazine that you were flipping through for the hundredth time in hopes for whatever dull human interaction you could get from whoever rolled in. When your eyes met the patron though you were even more thrilled.

"Tommy!"

You squealed as the giant of a man lumbered into the station. He walked right up to the counter you were stood at as the slightest smile could be seen through the mouth portion of his mask. You leaned over the counter to press your lips against his and he welcomed the gesture.

"You came to see me, must be slow with the meant at the house?"

Tommy shrugged and gave a sort of "I guess so" look before holding up a finger as if to say "give me a second" as he turned to head back out to the front of the station. You watched with curiosity as he walked out of sight and then returned with a small cardboard box.

Over the top of the brim of the box you could see a bundle of some of the wildflowers that grew in the unmanaged field beside the house. You smiled as Thomas once again made his way back to the counter.

He produced the bouquet first. Handing it to you with a smile grunt and a fierce red blush poking through his mask.

"Oh tommy their beautiful!" You squealed taking the flowers from him and inhaling their scent. You loved the smell of the flowers that grew by the house that even Luda insisted on always having a vase of them on the dining room table, even if Hoyt bitched.

"Tell me you didn't get more grass stains on your pants that I'll have to wash out picking these though?"

A look of guilt took over the blush, and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"Tommy! I just got the stains from the last bunch of flowers you picked out!" you teased him.

You tried to sneak a peak over what else he had in the small cardboard box, he noticed this and softly moved the box out of your line of sight before pulling something else out from it.

There, now sitting on your counter from the cardboard box was a small teddy bear. It had mismatched eyes and various random patches of fabric covering holes in it's fur.

"Oh Tommy..." You cooed looking at the small plush bear. "He's adorable!"

You looked at Tommy and thought that if it was possible for him to get any more red he might actually explode.

"You did all this for me Tommy? Why?"

Tommy gave half a headshake and then pointed over to the old calendar on the wall. The calendar was the only thing that Luda kept up to date in the station since it helped her keep up to date with her far and few between doctors appointments in the next town over.

You walked over to the calendar and unhooked it from the wall. When you placed it down on the counter Tommy pointed to the 14th of February.

"This is what you got me for Valentines day then?" A smile etching your face.

Tommy nodded enthusiastically. Luda Mae must've told him about Valentine's day, and planted the idea for him to do something for you for it. When you rolled in and Luda finally was able to see a future for her beloved boy she was thrilled and would do anything to help you two along.

"I love them Tommy, thank you honey"

Tommy gave a "You're Welcome" grunt and a head nod. He took one of his giant hands and reached across the counter to cup your cheek, you leaned into his warm hand as he caressed your face.

The shrill ring of the rotary phone on the wall brought the two of you out of the trance, you walked over and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Goddamnit is that blockheaded boy down there at the station?!"

Hoyt all but screamed down the line, you turned to look at Tommy who could obviously hear Hoyt yelling.

"Yeah Tommy's down here, why?"

"He just up and fuckin left! We have meat down in the basement to get cleaned up but as soon as he heard somethin' about goddamn Valentine's day he wandered off"

You smiled slightly and fixed Tommy with another look. Tommy shrugged and you could make out an up and down motion in his shoulders almost as if he was laughing.

"I'll tell him to head back Hoyt, Don't worry"

Before Hoyt could answer you had hung up. You made your way back over to the counter and put your hands on your hips.

"Thomas Hewitt" You playfully scolded the giant of a man. "Did you ditch your work to come and give me Valentine's day gifts?"

Tommy looked at you for a moment before nodding with an obvious smile peaking out from underneath the mask.

"Well, my shift here is done for the day, would you like to accompany me back to the house?"

Tommy gave an eager nod as you collected your flowers and the cute little bear and walked around the counter. He offered you his arm, as you tucked the bear underneath the one holding the flowers, and you happily accepted.

The rusted bell above the door dinged in notification as Tommy opened the door for you to step outside first. You stepped out into the warm February Texas afternoon as Tommy followed and reoffered his arm.

"If you get home and get your work done, I'll make you a very special Valentine's dinner for all your hard work?" you asked, looking up at him as you walked.

Tommy eagerly nodded as the two of you made your way down the abandoned road back toward the Hewitt house together. With nothing but the warm Texas sun, the breeze that cut through the humidity and a cute little patch work bear.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw 3d #thomas brown hewitt #valentines day

[bamsara]

Halloween's Night (Solar Lunacy! DCA x Reader Drabble)

This was orignally a prompt drabble, but I got carried away so now it's a simple Halloween drabble of it's own without the prompt.

Set in future ARC 2 (lateish) of Solar Lunacy: The DCA's reputation has improved, Moon has been reinstated as the Daycare Attendant and is doing well so far combatting the virus. Fire has not happened yet.

With no prior plans made, you are working the evening to night shift at the Pizzaplex's Daycare on Halloween night, so you practice Trick or Treating Safty with Sun and the kids, and witness a sweeter, softer moment with Moon. Also, everyone is forced to wear costumes. Including you, to which you get teased for.

The reader has a 'themed' costume, but the actaul apperence of the costume is not described, and up to visual interprietation

WordCount: 4,000+ | AO3 Link (preffered for comments!)

Halloween was a favorite holiday, if you couldn't notice from the absolute takeover scary and pumpkin themed decor had over your neighbors lawns and in the front window of every store you pass by on the drive to work. One of the best holidays, something to look forward to all year, and stores know this, jacking up heavy prices of candy for trick or treaters for the special night.

Fazbear Entertaient is no different. The moment the calender struck October 1st, Halloween decor started appearing in every neon hall and nearly everything was spook themed. Even the band members received 'make-overs' or costume changes to help with the Halloween Spirit.

Chica was a vampire, her hunger for pizza now a thirst for blood! (Or so she likes to loudly proclaim) while Roxy was a werewolf hunter, which, you find terribly ironic but she looks great in the typical lumber-jack style with a trench coat, it almost reminds you of pirate themed aesthetic, but you don't bring that part up.

Freddy is a wizard. Really. He's a wizard, complete with wizard hat on top of his original top hat and sparkly cape behind him. He looks goofy, but that was the goal, and the kids really love when he waves his 'magical hands', pulls out candy from his cape (which thankfully hid his chest compartment) and handed them out.

Monty is a zombie, complete with fake painted 'stitches' across his body with new paint that makes some parts slightly discolored from the rest of him. You wouldn't think that he would have liked playing the part, but turns out the Gator actaully likes to jump out and scare people, hands out and threatening to eat little ones as they run, giggling.

All their costumes were cute!

You, on the other hand, were quite surprised when you clocked in for your shift, and a staffbot rolls up to you with a brown paper bag, shoving it into your hands before giving you a quick thumbs up and rolling away.

Inside, to your exact measurements, is a costume that looks like a space themed fairy-type of thing that looks more like it would be suited for a child who couldn't decide what to dress up as rather than for an employee with unreasonable mangment. It even came with shoes.

....actaully, you shouldn't be surprised. Ever since your 'promotions, you should have seen things like this coming. You were hoping you could get away with just the bear-ears.

You change in the employee break room before heading out, and the Daycare, as always, is very busy when you arrive.

You hear them before you see them, children laughing as the Daycare Attendant chases them throughout the jungle gym, dark shapes through the plastic parts until they come rolling out of the tube slides. Even the tykes were in costumes, most of them onsies their parents picked out. Adorable.

Sun's costume change was interesting: a long black cape over his usual clown attire, and two painted devil horns on the appropriate spots on his sunrays. The clown ruffles were missing, and his colorful pants were replaced by puffy black pants, a tight shirt that made his chasis look like a skeleton's ribcage and with long sleeves with bones on the fabric as well.

The ribbons on his wrist remain, and so do the shoes with the bells. There's a hood on the back too and something attatched to his hip, but the hood is down because it would never fit around his rays, and the object is obscured behind the cape.

No where near as colorful as the animatronic usually liked, but he didn't seemed bothered; the kids were having a hell of a time with his new 'scary' apperence.

You take your place at the security desk right as the first parent arrives to come check out their kid, and Sun bounds up right with the toddler in his arms before you even call for him. After formalities, the paperwork (not really nesssasary, since robots can handle all the stuff in their brains anyway, but it makes you feel useful) and waving the two off, he turns to greet you.

Actaully, he gives you a full look-over, hand on cheek and humming. The displeasure on your face is plain, so you know his voice is teasing when he speaks. "Well, don't you look like a doll-!-"

"Shut it." You huff, and amusement flashes across the animatronic's face, and you subconsioudly adjust the straps of the fairy wings you've been tasked to wear with a sour frown. "I didn't choose the costume."

"Really! Because I think it suits you very well-"

You wack him with the clipboard, and Sun fakes hurt. "Boo. What are you supposed to be?"

He grings. "I have no idea! A demon, I think." Sun hunches over, fingers curled to mimick claws and turns from you to yell out towards the gaggle of children who were peering over at you two curiously. "Maybe the kind that eats little boys and girls that don't brush their teeth!"

A small collective gasp, a few giggles, hiding their faces away back into their coloring books as Sun gives them a final lookover and return back to you. "Whatdya think? Scary enough for ya?"

"Terrifying." You smile. "What am I supposed to be doing today? Aside from checkouts." You look towards the children, not many left.Looks like most of them have already been picked up.....That's...earlier, than usual."

Sun claps his hands together. "It's Halloween! Families come to pick up little ones early to start trick or treating! The Daycare will be closing a few hours early tonight!"

Oh, good. Less human interaction for you then. You sit yourself at the Security desk, eyeing the suspisouly full bowl of Fazbear themed candy that's been placed there. "Nice. Are these free for the taking?"

"Not quite yet." A metal hand clasps onto your shoulder, fingers tapping on your clothes. "And you know what? I could really use a little fairy helper right now-"

"Sunny-"

"Trick or Treating saftey! Super important! Some of these kiddos are trick or treating for the first time ever tonight, lets do a test run!" He leans back away from you, giddy and chipper as usual. Pretty sunny guy for being a demon.

You raise a brow, hand inching towards the treat bowl. "So...you want me to play the person at the door?"

"Correct!" Without missing a beat or moving his gaze, he gently slaps your hand away, and you pout as he continues. "I'll help encourage them, you just pretend to be 'answering the door' and give one piece of candy when they're ready-don't give anything with peanuts to Lewis, you see that one? Little one, blue dinorsouar onsie, yes. Good, good-and you can have any remaining candy left over!"

That bit caught your attention. "Can I have some now?"

"It would make the kids sad to see you eating candy when they're only allowed one." Sun's lowers, smile softening. "So no. You cannot."

Your response is a wrinkled nose and a frown. He pats your head in a mock show of empathy and tuts at your impatience.

The kids are giddy when Sun gathers them and tells them the rules as you prepare yourself to be the 'door greeter' in this little scenerio. For this, you crouch underneath the security desk where you can't be seen, await for a child to knock on the 'door' (aka, the wood of the desk) before popping up and going about the scenerio. It's silly, and a few onlookers that are leaving peer through the glass at your shenanigans, but you're smiling anyway.

The first knock comes, two hits on the wood and you pop out from the behind the desk. "Hello! And what are you supposed to be!"

The child, a boy with glasses too big for his face and wearing a skeleton onsie, timidly holds out his hands, eyes big and expectant. He has a slight lisp when he talks, excited. "Trick or Treat!"

You shift your eyes to Sun, and siliently the animatronic returns your knowing gaze. Well, he didn't really answer your question, but it's the enthusiasim that counts. "Oh my, here you go."

You place a piece of candy in his palm, and the boy immediatly turns to run off.

"Now what do we say?" Sun calls out to the boy's retreating form, half sticking out of a sliding tube.

The other children watch intently as the boy freezes, scuttles back out of the tube and running up to you. "T-thank you."

"Veeeery good job!" Sun praises, and you smile at the child to emphsize his praise. "Now what do we do?"

The boy answers, his voice joined by the choir of other children answering with him all out of synch. "Go back to our parents."

"That's right! You're a very smart bunch of fellas, aren't you?" Sun, who stands across the length of the room that would consitute a mock distance of the sidewalk to a front door, nods in approval as the candy holding tyke runs up to him, pinching the little one's cheek and cooing. He played the 'parent' while you were the door greeter, and you watched as he clapped and praised the children for following such a good example before ducking back underneath the desk.

The animatronic gently presses another child in your direction, and the process repeats.

It's cute and silly. They're all very young, more than likely this will be their first Halloween going door to door, and nervous at first when they approuch you, knocking on the desk and looking askew when you come out from hiding. That is, until their good manners and saftey behavior is rewarded with a piece of chocolate or jolly rancher, and their face lights up.

You occasionally have to break character as parents arrive to check out their children, the group dwindling little as the candy in your bowl starts to deplete. Some of them are restraining a laugh or smile at your costume, and possibly Sun's, but appreciate the 'practice' before the actaul trick or treating.

The next child is the quiet one. A little pigtailed girl that never talks, in an alien themed costume with a Moon plushie that's clutched tightly to her chest.

This girl never liked Sun, scared of him, so he doesn't push her too much as he gestures for her to approuch you. "It's okay, it's just practice! You get a piece of candy for trying!"

She doesn't budge from her spot, notably a distance away from the animatronic. Sun's smile doesn't faulter, but you know it probably sucks for him when this happens. "The meeting spot can be where the coloring books are, you don't have to come near me, okay?" His voice is soft, lowered, unlike him like he was borrowing the tone from somewhere else. "Would you like to try?"

She hesitates, looking back and forth between you and the jester, before approuching in small, timid steps. You try to appear as nonthreatening as possible . You don't even hide this time, just smiling as she approuches the desk. "Hello, there."

You see her tense up, and know it's already a failed attempt before her eyes get wet. A knock on the desk isn't even attempted, and the girl takes off, Moon plushie and alien antienna and all, towards the coloring books.

You have half a mind to go after to, comfort her somehow, but Sun is by your side quickly, calling out to the toddler instead. "That's alrighty, starlight! You tried and you were very brave, good job!" His praise feels esasperated, and the animatronic turns to you, head lowered to whisper so the other children. "That one's a touch sensitive. Best not to push it."

He's right, but you still feel a bit guilty. No time to feel it for long, because a gaggle of parents appear at the doorway and your attention is torn away to check out the remaining children to their appopriate gaurdians.

Sun amuses the remainder of the children with cartwheels and handstands that make his cape fly wildly until the children, one by one, are checked out and the Daycare is growing empty.

The hours are shorter because of the holiday, so the automated lighting system is supposed to go off earlier than usual. Parents and families are clearing out from the Pizzaplex, save for a few lingering souls, one of which still sits by the coloring area, scribbling on a page underneath one of the toddler tables in quiet contentment.

You frown, and pull out your phone. "The Daycare closes in five minutes."

"Her father must have forgotten the holiday hour change." Sun interjects, quickly gathering up all the little plastic candy wrappers the children threw onto the floor and tossing them into the garbage bin, muttering about keeping the place clean. "Good fello! Busy quite a lot, I think. He'll show up, no worries."

"The lights will go out." You say, and this time, there's no worry in your voice.

Sun salutes you, saying nothing. But he does tug at your wings as he passes by, and you try to step on his cape to make him trip and fail, causing him to snicker as you stumble.

As time would have it, the lights go out at the exact time Naptime is scheduled, but the Daycare is no longer taking check-ins for the holiday and is officially closed. Funny how the shortened hours would eradicate the Naptime schedule from the end of the work day, but there was no time for sleep on Halloween's Eve.

You don't flinch anymore when the lights go out, but you still look up from your phone and desk towards the girl that has yet to be picked up. She's not coloring anymore, instead curled up against a giant plushie and picking at the threads from her own plush.

Poor thing. You consider getting up and going to try and talk to her-

-but a blur in the corner of your vision comes around to your front, something silver colored and shiny pressing up against your neck. You freeze, instictivly, at the sycth's blade up against your skin.

A low, familier voice whispers next to your ear. "Slow down. You'll get sick."

Immediatly your face deadpans, and your hands drop the series of candy that you oh-so-weren't-totally-stealing from the candy bowl. "I'm an adult, Moon. I can have as much candy as I want."

Moon says nothing, but you can practically hear the grin as the plastic, wobbly blade drags across your neck harmlessly as the animatronic makes a 'scccchhhh' sound to mimick slitting your throat.

"Dying. Dying super hard. Blood gushing everywhere right now.." You jest, and the 'weapon' disappears, allowing you to spin on your heel and take the animatronic in fully. "....The Grim Reaper?"

Moon stands there in costume, the same as what Sun wore, but the hood was up over his hat, and a toy scycnh that's more suited for a child in his grip. That must be what was attatched to their hip you didn't see earlier.

He looks...unbothered, and his behavior was playful. But then again, you've known the Daycare Attendant long enough that it was easy to hide a face when your face's default setting is 'smile.' "Managment really didn't think the whole costume thing through, huh?"

His eyes are white, the one on the darker half of his face darkening to a red hue, only briefly. He holds the scyth up, pulling down one end and releasing it so it wobbled like rubber. "Try not to look too much into it."

"As long as you're having fun." You offer a smile in comfort, and Moon's response is 'stabbing' you through the gut with the fake sycnh, to which you snatch from him and bonk him with it as he snickers. "You dolt! There's a kid still here!"

"I know." Moon is unaffected by the plastic bonking, unmoving and plain faced as it hits him right between the eyes.

"Well?" You pull your 'weapon' back and glare at him.

Moon has no pupils at the moment, but you feel his gaze drift up and down your body before meeting your own again.

"Moon." You stress.

"Nice costume." He chuckles, fingers coming up to pinch at your wings. The straps press against your skin as he pulls them, humming like one was inspecting a caught butterfly. "Can't have you flying away though-"

You bonk him again. "Stop that."

"Hurtful" He's snickering. He's mocking you, damn him. "I let you get away with too much."

"Okay, now you're just being mean-"

He catches your next hit, your hand in his palm, curled fingers enclosing your own. A frown on your face, you open your mouth to question it before you pause. He's not looking at you, rather, peering off towards the other end of the Daycare, and you follow his vision.

Right as you look over, you spy pigtails dart back behind one of the cylinder towels. Moon drops your hand, and you keep your voice low when you talk to him so she can't hear. "You're supposed to be her favorite. I don't know why she hasn't come over to say hi to you, yet."

Moon hums. "Because the adults are flirting."

You whip your head back around to him, face hot. "We are not 'flirting'!"

Casually, he adjusts the wings back into proper position. "Sure."

"We're not!"

"Okay." He taps the corner of his faceplate, near his smile that's been teasing the entire time.

You pause, hand coming up to wipe your mouth. He leaves you there while you scrub at the space around your lips furiosuly until you're convinced he only tricked you into thinking you have chocolate around your mouth just so he'd get the last laugh, but he's approuching the girl before you can retort.

You huff at him, but settle back into your spot against the security desk, where the light switch remains nearby and you have a full view of the scenerio. You won't need to use it. You only remember it's there for your own memory.

Pulling out your phone, you check the time again and a few messages and emails wishing you a safe and happy halloween from a few stores that want to capatilize on the holiday. More than likley, the father of the child will arrive at his usual time to pick up the girl, which is typically an hour before closing, but due to the shortened hours of the holiday, would be another thirty minutes from now.

So you eat candy and pass the time. You don't mind it, helps you organize your notes. Occasioanlly you'll look up from the desk out of habit and see the animatronic sitting criss cross on the floor, hands in his lap with the little girl who's too afraid to interact with anyone else.

It's funny, you think, as you pop a smartie in your mouth, that the little girl afraid of everything else's favorite is a robot with a old reputation for blantant murder.

She's showing him a drawing you can't see from this distance, and Moon takes it in his hands and says something softley that you can't hear. You smile, and return to your phone and candy. He's come a long way.

It's a few minutes later as you close out of all of your tabs do you feel a presence around you. You look up, Moon standing a few feet away, cloak fully closed and hood pulled over so only the bottom half of his face is visible, with the glow of two white eyes staring at you from the dark.

The moment you notice him, he shuffles forward, except it's weird. Like penguin walking, in fashion that reminds you that underneath the 'grim reaper' costume, he's still a freaking clown.

You raise a brow. "Wha-"

He cuts you off. "Trick or Treat." You furrow your brows, squinting in confusion, and so he repeats himself again. "Trick. Or. Treat."

You're about to jest that robots don't eat candy so you'll have to take trick instead, but a small shape catches your sight. Hands, small and shaky, push out from the bottom of the cloak. The body attactched to them are still hidden by the fabric, but they are cupped and outstretched towards you.

You understand instantly. There's not a lot of candy left in the bowl since you've been eating them all, but there's three or four pieces left, which you scoop up and gently plop into the child's palms. "Bravery gets a reward, doesn't it?"

The child only makes a positive sniffle, but the hands pull back into the cloak and you immediatly hear the sound of a wrapper being torn open.

"Thank you." Moon grins.

Then, much to your amusement, you watch as the animatronic quite literally turns on his heel, and waddles all the way back to the designated 'safe zone'. It is, by all accounts, the funniest thing you've seen all night and takes a considerable amount of effort not to laugh at the retreating figure penguining away.

The father arrives a few minutes after that, and the girl is very easily presuaded from that point to come out from her hiding. Your suspisions were correct; the father simply didn't realize the Daycare's hours were working on a holiday schedule, and apologized greatly for the trouble. You're the one to reassure him that it's fine, you're going in the daycare all night anyways, and that his daughter caused no trouble.

Moon does not stand with you at the door. He still has....trouble with older adults sometimes. So he stands as a cloaked silohellte at the far top end of the jungle gym, cloaked in shadow save for his eyes, and his hand when he pulls it out to wave back as the girl waves at him once, and they're gone.

There. The Daycare is offically closed and empty. The Pizzaplex in full will be following suit soon, and you can relax.

The sound of bells jingle behind you as your lock the exit. "You're going to stay."

It's less of a question, more like a statement, but you give him a response as you turn anyways. "Yeah. I didn't have any Halloween plans, so I agreed to a full evening and night shift. I get bonus pay for it being a holiday."

"We could do scary things." He starts, mischief in his grin. He walks around you in a circle, oddly and dramatic in the fashion that a jester knows best, whipping the other side of your head as you turn to and fro. "I can show you scary things. Tell stories."

"I can show you scary things and stories." You refute. Pulling out your phone, Youtube and a few streaming services are pinned to your homescreen. "Never had a horror movie marathon, have you, Starboy?"

Moon pauses, and thinks for a long time.

You narrow your eyes at the silence. "If you joke that your life is a horror movie, I'll be disappointed."

"Not anymore." The animatronic spins his head, once, twice, as the wire comes down to attatch. It hooks onto his back, which is hilarious to see because you realize the cloak must have a small hole cut out the back for that to even work.

"Our room. Comfortable there." His hand extends towards you. "Feel like flying, fairy?"

Your nose wrinkles, taking his hand and scoffing at his amusement. "Okay, that's it, I'm taking the costume off as soon as we're up there."

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[wolfytoothy]

Smile. Ft.E 42.Miles

Sorry if there's spelling errors but I'm to lazy to go nmback and check so deal with it.

Enjoy bookie bears

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You were a shy person but your self around people you really know. Like for instance Jovie, and Josie. Aka juicy and swag. Oh an Miles. I mean he was a like a new Friend. It was a new year and he was your room mate. You two had a couple of classes together, but never seemed to talk.But that all kinda changed when you guys ended up in the same dorm. And you guys become good friends.And started hanging out more, and honestly the more he looked at you the more he was so intrigued by you.

He wanted to figure you out. So now he has a personal vendetta against you. He's your biggest opp. You to were in your dorm on a Sunday playing a video game. And so matter how many times he cheated- I mean sabotaged you, by kicking you, pushing you down, you would always win either way."There's no fucking way, how are you wining" miles complained pressing the x button repeatedly. Just by hitting one button you won that shit easily.

He was basically on top of you trying to block your vision but you still won. So while you were winning he took this opportunity to tickle you. As soon as his finger made contact with skin, you jumped up throwing him off you. Making him fall on is ass. "MILES" you screamed trying to get away from him. But he got back on top of you. Pinning you down.

"Oh, your ticklish ma? I never knew you were ticklish" I sly smirk appeared on Mile's face as took one hand away from the controller and tickled you stomach. You scream out loud and drop the controller.

You burst into laughter trying to cover your stomach. Miles quickly won the game, but that didn't stop him from torturing you. You covered your mouth hiding your smile."Don't cover your mouth ma, you have a pretty smile" miles cooed trying to pry your hands away from your face.

You had the classic eyebag smile, one of the things miles always loved bout you. "miLES" you screamed out as he uncovered your face. But you couldn't stop laughing."Aww look at you. Your so cute when you smile ma" Miles teased.

Now, if you look at this from another prospective. Someone might think something... else is going on.The position you were in...was giveing one night stand. Miles was on top of you restraining your hands, breathless from fighting you. You were on the ground flustered as ever.

Both yall clothes were disheveled as long as your hair. BreathlessThere was a knock at your door, but you didn't here do to your loud laughing, and trying to run from miles. Believe it or not it was actually your bestfriend. Coming yo tell you the tea about her new room mate... AKA miles bestfriend. Ganke.

"Girl you will not believe were me and ganke are- opp-" your bestfriend saw the scene of you laying on the floor and Miles on top of you. "O-oh my" she said covering her mouth. "In the dorms is crazy but uh... call me when your done... you know" the curly haired girl slowly closed the door, and snaping a quick picture.You finally pushed miles off of you.

"WAIT, SWAG, ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE" you yelled after her. "SWAG. J-JOVIE, DELETE THE DAMN PICTURE" you yelled again leaving a low key stunned, and flustered miles.

'Yup, she's the one'.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Trophy

TW: cheating. Smut. Public sex. Language. 

Kook!Reader x JJ

SUMMARY: your forbidden relationship with JJ continues until an ultimatum is given…

WORD COUNT: 2000

REQUESTED

but I was thinking yn is a kook and jj and his girlfriends bsf but jj and yn don't resist each other and so then at a party jj is dared to show my eyes only and its pictures of her body but not her face yn storms off but then texts jj to come fuck her by the pool and jj was talking ab during sex how he only wants her and how he hopes someone walks out and yns bf and his gf see

but all the pictures were hickies he left on her and one he has his thumb in her mouth with the rest covered other than her mouth

ANONYMOUS ASKED

JJ x Kook!reader where she cheats on her boyfriend w him and he steals her panties and hangs them on his motorcycle and everyone on the island wonders who those are from and reader bf is like you have a pair like those and she blushes like crazy  

*SAW THE POTENTIAL TO PUT THESE TOGETHER, HOPE YOU ENJOY!*

Trophy

You loved Christmas until this year. The year your best friend began dating your longtime crush, JJ Maybank. Even if it had been against the social acceptance of a Kook and a pogue to be anything but rivals, it had become more accepted with John B and Sarah's relationship this past summer. But as you watched his arm drape around her to show pride of that silent ownership, his eyes quickly flashed to you. All because she may have the title you wished to, but you were the one who held his attention. 

"Truth or dare?" Topper asked with his hand on your leg as you watched JJ clench his jaw to the interaction. But with his own affections public to your friend, you chose to treat this as a game of chicken of sorts. 

"Truth." The crowd groaned at your response. 

"Fine then. Dare."

"I dare you to show me your last text." Topper teased as your cheeks flushed red. Your last text was a sexy tease that was not directed for your boyfriend. Instead, it had been to JJ. Your best friend's boyfriend and your boyfriend's former nemesis. 

"A text? I thought Kook parties were supposed to be fun." JJ spoke as a way of defending you both as you offered a look of approval as your friend sunk further into him. As your eyes fluttered away, he rose to his feet. 

"Goodie-two-shoes never make this game any fun anyway..." He whined. "How about me, Top?" He challenged. "If you ask pretty please, that is."

"Alright...show us YOUR phone, Maybank. That little folder every guy has to keep from a curious girlfriend."

"Easy." Your jaw clenched as he slipped his phone from his back pocket and broadcast the photos to view. Ones you recognized immediately as you had been the ones to send them. Familiar lingerie Topper apparently remained ignorant to connect to you, had made you flush bright red with embarrassment. 

"I'd never wear that!" Your best friend challenged as you couldn't fight your smile. 

"It was a girl before you-" He tried to write you off as if you were the past, although you were very much the present. So present that he wore the evidence of your latest interaction as scratches on his arm just as you had with the bruising on your clavicle. You'd both laughed it off as having been your natural accident prone personalities to hide the lack of monogamy. 

When your friend left out of anger, JJ continued on in talking of you. 

"Let me tell you, this girl was...whew-"

"Only a Kook girl could afford something like that..." Topper began to place the pieces together as you excused yourself rather abruptly, just hoping it wouldn't be enough to be suspicious. But this was only after he had spoken of you as if you were someone else. He described the way your body felt in his hands and as you were tightly wrapped around him at any willing location with your eager participation. Not a section of Figure Eight untouched by some secret rendezvous as the memory became too much to bear without needing to shift. Every word, every memory pooled between your thighs. 

And then THOSE pictures came to your gaze. The reason you had to leave before someone recognized the very same powder pink strap peeking from beneath your shirt now. A photograph of only your torso in shot, his thumb within your mouth, and the clear anatomy of his body spotted behind you. A thin line of sweat was present on his skin as he had been midway through those initial thrusts and to the rise of an orgasm only he could grant. But it was evident now. Just as it had been in a following snapshot of your skin adorned with hickies. The ones you spent nearly a whole bottle of your expensive concealer and half of your foundation to cover up since you'd begun this affair.

"Pool. Ten minutes." You texted as he pulled his phone back to view, eyes lifting to you in mischief as you and your way outside. 

Late December meant you were safe to convene here as no Kook would be inconvenienced enough to venture to find you. Not even Topper. But as JJ made his way outside, he only found you with your arms crossed at your chest. 

"And when I thought this was a booty call-"

"What were you thinking?! You weren't supposed to show anybody those! What if Topper recognized my bra or-" His sun-kissed features darkened. 

"Wait a minute, sweetheart. I thought I made it clear that I'm the only one that gets to touch you..." 

"What about her?"

"Doesn't matter-" You scoffed. 

"She seems to think so. Magnetized to your arm like that...like she owns you..."

"No different than his hands on you."

"I don't let them behind closed doors..." 

"I know." He confessed as you now looked to him in confusion. 

"Because if you were fucking him. Hell, if you just gave him a goddamn hand job he would be beaming. I know your work." You wanted to loathe his words as they seemed as forbidden as they were dirty. Yet, they were also a source of your forbidden need for him. 

"JJ-"

"In fact..." He pulled you just beside the doors of the rest exit, the French exit covered by only sheer curtains that barely concealed you from any given angle from within the party. Luckily, everyone seemed to be affected by the spiked Eggnog to notice either of your absences. 

"I was thinking you could give me my gift now..." Your eyes narrowed. 

"Your gift?"

"Christmas is less than a week away and I thought you'd be considerate enough to get your booty call something special." Before you could respond he shrugged. "I could always just unwrap you-" 

"Anyone could see us..."

"Never stopped you before..." He teased a kiss as you looked to the direction of the party. "if you're so worried about being seen...you could always just be quiet..." He chuckled. 

"Who am I kiddin', I know how much you love to scream my name...Maybe if I go slow?" The skirt of your dress was lifted just enough to reveal his favorite pair of your panties at his fingertips. 

"Jesus fucking Christ..."

"Please."

"If you really want me to stop, I will. But I didn't have blue balls on my Christmas list." He joked as you blushed. 

"You DO have a girlfriend." You dropped your head at your own comment. 

"But what if I want you?" Your eyes widened to him before he turned you towards the wall. He lifted your skirt with one hand, grinding himself against you one single time, before turning your jaw to face him. 

"I want you and only you. So much that I can't wait. You'll just have to forgive me-" Suddenly you were taken against the wall, chest to chest, as your leg was escorted to his hip. Your panties were left at your ankles, as he lifted you around him. 

"Fuck-" He breathed deeply. The familiar way you savored him between your thighs having been both his ethereal rest and sordid inferno. 

"JJ..." You whimpered, craving more. A kiss. A trace. Even one of those infamous one liners. Anything that could make you feel closer to him. But all he would grant would be deep thrusts. You were taken down to his base, his cock set inside you completely. The pain of the stone wall at your back and the bite of the winter air did nothing to interrupt the heat building between you. 

"Faster-" 

"No. I had to watch him touch you all night. So you're gonna know what it did to me. You're gonna feel how badly I need you." You were set back down to your feet and turned back to the wall. A gentle guide of his fingers pulled you back to his hips as he began to push back into you. Only the sound of his name called by your friend slowed him. He never stilled, but altered his motions just enough to hear exactly the steps she made throughout the perimeter of Topper's house. 

"I want them to know. I don't give a shit anymore." 

"What!?" You curved to try and face him, but in doing so he would only kiss you.  

"I hope Topper hears you and Scarlett sees me." He proved this by the way he was shameless against you. The way he didn't care to hide his grunts behind the clenched teeth he usually bared in your interactions. Even the sound of skin-to-skin would be celebrated in place of being hidden.

"I need to feel you. Every day. You." He groaned. A hand at your breasts would keep you silent in any attempt to remind him of what was at stake. But the longer he touched you and remained between your trembling thighs, his point began to sway you. 

"Tell me this is just sex and I'll let you come like I do everytime. But it will be the last time. Because I can't see you with him."

"I can't see you with her." You validated as his fingers interlaced with yours. 

"Tell me why. Tell me." He begged into your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin he chilled in contrast to the cold. Where you should have shivered for the weather, you had done so for him. Just as you'd always done. 

"Because I've wanted this since I can remember. Because I can't stay away from you. And I don't want to..." He craned himself to your mouth as he captured it in place against his. Stillness remained before a thorough kiss would allow you to feel the shift of his breathing. Inhaled and exhaled of a closing orgasm rushing through his body and shared by your own. Fingers tightening until his knuckles turned white before you called out to him. 

"This is the last time you'll come without being mine." He explained before spinning you to face him. 

"I'll do it tonight. Meet me at the chateau in an hour."

"Not yet." His eyes narrowed. 

"You wanna fuck 'em one more time..." He clenched his jaw as you rejected the idea with a clear expression of distaste for his remake. A passionate kiss, having begun sweetly, redirected his focus to you. 

"I only want you, JJ. I swear. But I don't want to do this on Christmas. He's already been through so much with Sarah...I want to let him down easy..." He took hold of your jaw. 

"That's fine. You let him down easy and I'll do the same for her. But you'll get it hard. For making me wait." He smirked before kissing you farewell and moving to his motorcycle. 

The rage of his bike sent everyone to witness his departure as he looked in your direction one final time before leaving. The sight of a familiar pair of panties you'd suddenly realized you had been without, having hung off of his handlebar. 

"Those look like yours..." Topper spoke aloud as a joke before him and Scarlett both looked at you with disbelief to your blush. 

So much for waiting until after Christmas...

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[emmu5]

Y/N Doing The Hickey Prank On Draco Malfoy, Her Boyfriend

Y/N a mischievous witch and a master of pranks was always looking for ways to keep her relationship with Draco Malfoy exciting. As an idea came to mind she decided on a prank that would surely catch him off guard.

One sunny afternoon Y/N gathered her makeup kit and set out a plan to paint a fake hickey on her neck. She had seen Draco's reaction to one of his classmates with a real hickey and she knew this prank would get under his skin. Y/N carefully chose the perfect shade of red to make it look convincing.

Once she had applied the makeup she looked at herself in the mirror. The hickey looked incredibly realistic and she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Draco's expression when he saw it.

As Y/N made her way to the common room she bumped into Hermione her closest friend. Hermione noticed the makeup on Y/N's neck and raised an eyebrow.

"What have you been up to Y/N?" Hermione asked a hint of suspicion in her voice.

Y/N's mischievous smile grew wider as she leaned closer to Hermione whispering "It’s just a little prank I have planned for Draco. Don't worry; he'll get a good laugh out of it."

Hermione shook her head at Y/N's antics but couldn't help but grin at the thought of how Draco would react.

Y/N arrived at the common room where Draco and the rest of their friends were gathered. She positioned herself strategically near the fireplace ensuring Draco's attention would be on her hickey.

As Draco entered the room his gaze landed directly on Y/N's neck. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in surprise. Y/N tried her best to stifle a giggle as Draco's shocked expression quickly turned into a mixture of anger and jealousy.

"What the bloody hell is that Y/N?" Draco exclaimed unable to hide his annoyance.

Y/N fought to keep a straight face pretending to be clueless. "What? Oh this? It's just a little something I accidentally got on my neck. No big deal."

Draco glared at her suspiciously but decided to play along. "Accidentally? Y/N it looks like someone took a bite out of you!"

Y/N grinned mischievously relishing in the success of her prank. "Well maybe someone did. Or maybe someone didn't. It could be anything. You know me always getting into trouble she replied playfully.

Draco couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy creeping up. He didn't like the idea of someone else leaving marks on Y/N even if it was just a prank.

Y/N couldn't bear teasing him any longer and burst into laughter. "Okay okay Draco it's just a prank! I painted it on with makeup. You should have seen your face!"

Draco's expression changed from anger to relief then amusement. He chuckled shaking his head. "You really know how to keep things interesting Y/N. I’ll get you back for this though just you wait."

The rest of their friends burst into laughter realizing they had been fooled as well. Y/N's prank had certainly spiced up their afternoon and everyone admired her creativity and sense of humor.

As the laughter subsided Draco pulled Y/N close whispering in her ear "You're lucky I love you or else I might have actually believed it."

Y/N couldn't help but smile feeling the warmth of Draco's affection. Pranks and laughter were an essential part of their relationship and this prank had brought them even closer together.

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[sanijcake]

Moments with you [Chung Myung x Fem! Reader]

I made this instead of studying :DD Also, this story was supposed to be based on Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey but it didn't even have any ounce of inspiration :) Chung Myung may be a lot OOC in this so bear with me.

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“You’re here again to visit Grandaunt, Master Chung Myung?” A teen asked a handsome ‘young’ man, “She’s currently in the garden, I could inform her that you’re here.”

Chung Myung waves his hand, “It’s fine, I’ll go to her, and you continue your work, Wuxie.”

He walks past Wuxie who curiously gazes at the man. The boy always wonders why a disciple of Mount Hua would come and visit his Grandaunt without fail. On each visit, he would bring trinkets or flowers, if not he would just be here to chat with his Aunt. The boy had believed that maybe the disciple saw his Grandaunt as his mother or something, but it all changed when he saw him looking at his Grandaunt with that look.

Wuxie shudders as he remembers the way Chung Myung always looks at you. It was the same look that his father would give to his mother.

As he mulled over the situation, he couldn't help but voice his thoughts aloud, "I could never imagine him being interested in old women…"

The chuckles from his mother and sister only deepened his intrigue. It was as if they shared a secret, one that they found immensely amusing.

"Hehehe…" his mother giggled softly, her eyes dancing with mirth.

Wuxie heard a chuckle from his side, it was from his mother. Who had an amusing look, she seemed to know something that he didn’t. 

"Son, do you know what Master Chung Myung's real age is?" his mother asked, still wearing a mischievous grin.

Wuxie scratched his head, trying to make sense of the situation. "Well, he looks like he's in his twenties, maybe as old as Sister. Why?"

He heard his sister scoff at his words, “Oh please brother, if he really was the same age as me, I would have been gushing about him each time he visited.”

“But did you not admire him once?” With his mother’s comment, his sister blushed furiously.

“That was when I wasn't aware of his real age!” she defended herself, “and plus you can’t really blame me, with Master Chung Myung’s charming face, who wouldn’t have fallen for him?”

His sister had a point. The Mount Hua disciple really had such charms, but that still didn’t answer his question, “Mother, how old is he?”

His mother looked at him with a teasing look, “Do you know how old your Grandaunt is?”

Confused, he nods at his mother’s question, “Is she not 86 years old?”

“Yes, then minus it with 4.”

When he did what his mother said, his brain stopped for a moment. He looked at both his mother and sister. They both had an understanding look.

Wuxie's jaw dropped. He was certain he must have miscalculated, right? "He... He's 82? 

His mother nodded with a knowing smile. "Yes, that's right. Master Chung Myung is actually 82 years old."

But he looks so young!

As if to read his mind, his sister laughed heartily. "Exactly! He's managed to maintain his youthful appearance, I heard it’s through a special cultivation technique."

Wuxie was still struggling to come to terms with this revelation. "So, he's only 4 years younger than Grandaunt? And he's been visiting her for all these years?"

His sister chuckled. "Seems like it. And from what I've heard, he's been visiting her for a very long time."

Wuxie couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief. "That's... quite a dedication, isn't it? I thought he was just being respectful, but it's more like he's... well, courting her."

His sister joined in, "In his own unique way, yes."

As they watched Master Chung Myung approach Grandaunt in the garden, Wuxie couldn't help but smile. His perspective on the situation shifted. The mysterious disciple's visits, the flowers, and the trinkets—all took on a new meaning.

Wuxie thought of his Grandaunt and Master Chung Myung's unconventional love story, one that defied age, and had been silently unfolding under the blossoming trees for years.

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Meanwhile, Chung Myung leisurely walks towards your sitting figure near the fishpond. The years have been kind to you, it seems. Even as you age, you still have that beautiful smile, even after you left Mount Hua all those years.

“I see that you came to visit again, Myung-ah”

Your voice was still the same too, it never failed to allure him. He continued to walk towards you, standing next to you as you both gazed at the dancing fishes.

“How could I not? It would be very disrespectful of me to not visit you, Senior sister.”

A light laugh erupts from you, “And you can’t do the same with your elders and the rest of the disciples?” You weren’t looking at him, but you could feel his pouting face. This made you chuckle at your junior.

Chung Myung complained to you that he wasn’t being disrespectful to the elders. They just kept on stopping him from visiting you, and he didn’t like that. As for the young disciples? Those brats were the ones being disrespectful! Not him!

Chung Myung couldn't help but voice his frustrations to you. He leaned closer, his tone of exasperation. "Senior sister, you won't believe the audacity of those elders! They keep stopping me from visiting you as if paying my respects is some kind of crime! Even Elder Brother Chung Mun thinks it’s troublesome!"

You chuckled at his indignant expression. "Myung-ah, you do have a reputation for causing a bit of trouble from time to time."

He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Trouble? Me? Never! I'm just misunderstood."

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful protest. "And what about the younger disciples, Myung-ah? You called them disrespectful."

"As for them," he continued, his annoyance growing, "they have no respect for their seniors! They don't understand the significance of your presence, Senior sister. They see you as an outsider, someone who left Mount Hua, and they underestimate the wisdom you hold."

You appreciated his protective stance and his loyalty to both you and the traditions of Mount Hua. "You've always been fiercely protective, Myung-ah. But remember, they look up to you. They see you as a role model, even if they don't always show it."

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "If this is their way of showing admiration, I'd rather they just spar with me. At least that would be more straightforward!"

You reached out and patted his hand affectionately. "You're a complicated man, Myung-ah, but that's what makes you unique."

He sighed, his frustration melting away as he looked at you with fondness. "I suppose you're right, Senior sister. I just want to spend time with you without all these interruptions."

A gentle breeze rustled the cherry blossom trees around you, creating a fleeting moment of serenity. As Chung Myung relishes your gentle touch just like before.

"You truly never changed, Myung-ah," you remarked, your voice tinged with nostalgia.

He turned to look at you, his expression of longing. "You always have a way of calming my temper, Senior sister."

You smiled warmly at him, appreciating the bond that had endured despite the passage of time. "That's what my elder sisters are for, Myung-ah. To guide and advise their troublesome juniors."

You retreat your hand, Chung Myung wants to hold your hand a little longer. But he knew better than to do that.

His gazed fascinated at your aging figure, he couldn’t help but clench his fist. ‘If only I was there to help…. You could’ve stayed a little longer.’

When Chung Myung was still young, he overheard one of the previous Elders how his senior sister’s QI core was suddenly broken during your isolation. He ran to your room only to see your forlorn figure. His cheerful and gentle Senior sister was no longer who she was. 

With each passing day, your body keeps getting weaker and weaker. He could always see you struggle to hold your sword as you train—even with how much the others have told you to not. But you were stubborn, you were so stubborn that when he saw you collapsed from the strain of your body. He panicked.

You isolated yourself from everyone and coped inside your room. But that didn’t stop Chung Myung though.

He had done everything he could to lift her spirits, to make her smile, but it had never been enough.

The image of you leaving the sect, and returning to your family, had been etched into his heart like a scar. It was a moment of profound loss, a feeling of abandonment that had haunted him for years.

‘If only….’ 

“Myung-ah?”

Chung Myung snaps from his train of thought. He gazed into your concerned eyes, he could feel the weight of those memories pressing on him. 

He forced a smile, a facade to hide the turmoil of emotions that had gripped his heart as he got lost in the painful memories of your past. It was a time he had never truly moved on from, a time when he had watched helplessly as you, his beloved senior sister, had slowly withered away. "It's fine, Senior. I was just... lost."

He didn't want to dwell on the past, nor did he want to burden you with his melancholy thoughts. Instead, he decided to cherish the present, the moments he still had with you.

With a more genuine smile this time, he replied, "Thank you for being here, Senior. Your presence is a comfort to me."

You reached out and gently touched his face, offering a silent reassurance. He responds with him leaning towards your touch. He will truly treasure these moments with you.

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I got lazy after this, I wanted to add more but my mind became empty so >:)

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[redheadspark]

hello could i have #6 with azriel from acotar? thank u !

A/N - AWWW I love this for Azriel! Thanks for requesting this, non!

Treat

Summary - Azriel developed a sweet tooth thanks to his mate working at a candy shop

Warnings - Just some cute fluff

"There she is! And she bears gifts!"

"Don't be nice to her because she brings us free candy, Cassian,"

"What are you talking about, Nesta? I happen to think she's pretty cool. Don't be jealous, baby,"

Nesta just rolled her eyes and got up to help you in as you were coming into the River House. Cassian took your bags to help ease the burdens from you, though you saw him try to peek into the bags that he had under his arms. Nesta scolded him as you giggled.

"Not yet, Cas! You know the rules! Let's help her get settled first with the others," Nesta explained to him as she wrapped an arm with yours, "I think your mate let it slip that you were bringing us some of your treats from your shop,"

"I can't take him anywhere, can I?" You teased as Nesta laughed.

You loved being the owner of the one sole sweet shop in all Velaris, it was your dream come true. You made all the candy in the shop, from the chocolate to the sour lollipops that the kids craved. Working all day and creating new confectionary treats for the holidays were all in a day's work. Which then will lead to the perfect group to test your treats and candies on.

Your best friends: The Inner Circle. And your mate, Azriel the Shawdowsinger.

You met them HIgh Lord Rhysand first, coming in with his wife and High Lady Feyre one afternoon as they were walking through town together. They came into your shop and were intrigued by all that you had out on display. High Lady Feyre was browsing the treats with wide eyes and a hint of wonder, the High Lord was watching her in amusement while she filled her bin with plenty of candy. You were merely shocked to have the High Lord and Lady in your little store, and they struck up a conversation with you as you rang them up.

They came again a few days later, and they brought friends with them including Azriel.

"Hello! We were wondering if we needed to send Azriel out to fetch you! I hope you made it okay with your workload," Feyre said as you walked into her personal sitting area of their home. Elaine and Lucien were talking together on one of the loveseat couches, Mor was fiddling with a faint stain on her dress, and your mate Azriel moved over instantly when he saw Cassian with your bags in his hands.

"You should have told me you had a bigger load to bring, I could have helped--" Azriel said to you with a hint of concern as you huffed and kissed his cheek to have the worry melt away.

"Nothing I couldn't handle, sweetheart," You replied, "Plus I have Cassian,"

"Good job putting him to work," Rhysand joked as he walked into the sitting room behind you, Nesta, and Cassian, "Seems he's gotten soft with no new soldiers to train,"

"I resent that, Rhys!" Cassian retorted as you took the bags from Cassian and walked them over to the coffee table. You were kneeling in front of the table, placing the bags on the floor. Azriel glided over to kneel next to you.

"It wasn't too much trouble then?" He asked sheepishly as you were about to take out the candy you had in the bag. You sighed and looked at him, seeing him search your eyes. Deep down you knew he would always look out for you, even with the smaller things that seemed mundane. It was almost like his own love language with you.

"Az, I'm fine," You replied, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before you looked back at the bags, "Now! I require these treats to be taken out of my hands. Elaine, I have some great bonbons for you to enjoy,"

Elaine gasped as you handed her a massive package of frozen treats, she grinned widely and hugged you before she glided back to her spot next to Lucien and started opening them immediately.

"Fruit jellies for Mor," You said to Mor as you tossed the smaller box to Mor. She caught it mid-air, and she winked at you.

"Nesta, your favorite herbal candies," You said to Nesta as you handed her the smaller but filled box. She grinned and kissed you on the forehead as Cassian was hovering nearby. You had to chuckle as you gave him a box, "Here are your nougats, Cassian,"

"Thank you!" He replied, popping a nougat bite in his mouth instantly and groaning in happiness as Nesta chuckled at her mate.

"For Feyre, her favorite licorice treats!" You said in a chipper tone, "And the best chocolates for the High Lord of course,"

Rhysand took both boxes and gave you a slight bow, returning them to Feyre. You looked at each of your friends, seeing them enjoy the candies you created and you felt a wave of satisfaction.

You loved giving them some of your candies, they were your family and close friends after all. Ever since you met the High Lord and Lady, they brought the Inner Circle with them and you connected with them right away. Especially with Azriel, who was a bit shy to talk to you. Yet you were smitten with him too, seeing how he was gravitating to the simpler milk chocolate pieces that were on display for tasting. You then introduced him to lemon drops, seeing his eyes go a bit big from tasting one in his mouth and you saw a hint of blush on his cheeks.

It was history for you two from there on out.

After the others that their fill with their new treats and after a great dinner together, you and Azriel were going back to your little apartment above the candy shop. You still lived there when the hours were too long at the shop, but you and Azriel had your own place on the outside of Velaris near the cove, with a view of the sea that was enchanting. You and Azriel sat side by side on the bed together, already in your pajamas and tucked in for the night as you handed him his own portion of candy. Azriel grinned, opening the top to see his Lemon Drops and those little chocolates he loved.

"You didn't want to give them to me in front of the others, I take it?" He asked you as you took a lemon drop in your fingers.

"No, because feeding you in front of them would lead to embarrassment," You replied, Azriel laughed as you fed him the lemon drop. He groaned from the taste, making you lean your head on his shoulder as he then took a piece of chocolate to feed you. You barely tasted your own treats, but you did every once in a while. Especially when Azriel was involved.

Cassian even mentioned once that Azriel never liked sweets until you two got together as mates. You thought of that as shocking really since Azriel was softer than he let on with others. But Cassian thought it was rather cute that Azriel would take any treat you would offer, though he was no fan of the sour or hot ones. You learned that that hard way when he had to spit it out, though in the end, you two were roaring in laughter.

"I'll make you your own batch of lemon drops," You said to Azriel as he popped a few more lemon drop pieces in his mouth. Azriel only kissed the top of your head and hummed.

"You're the only sweet thing I need," he replied, then paused as you giggled.

"That was terrible, Az," you said as he laughed.

"You can blame Cassian for that line," He explained as you took another chocolate.

The End.

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[callsigns-haze]

Short love: Chp 9

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home. 

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

As they returned home from their Hawaiian adventure, Jake wasted no time in beginning the process of merging their lives together. With determination in his step, he carried clothing items and other belongings that belonged to Y/n into his room, a tangible symbol of their commitment to building a life together.

Each item he carefully placed held significance, a reminder of the moments they had shared and the memories they had created together. As he arranged them in his room, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of waking up every day surrounded by reminders of the love they shared.

Y/n watched from the doorway, her heart swelling with gratitude and love as she witnessed Jake's efforts to make their home truly theirs. With each trip he made, she felt their bond grow stronger, their connection deepening with every item that found its place in his room.

As Jake finished moving the last of Y/n's belongings, he turned to her with a smile, his eyes shining with love. "Our home is finally starting to feel complete," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

Y/n crossed the room to join him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. "With you, it already feels like home," she whispered, her heart overflowing with love.

In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of their laughter and the promise of a future together, Jake and Y/n knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with. And as they looked forward to the adventures that awaited them, they knew that their journey together was just beginning.

With a playful twinkle in her eyes, Michelle bounded into the room, her arms wrapped around a huge bunny teddy bear nearly as big as she was. "I'm moving in too!" she exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Jake and Y/n couldn't help but laugh at Michelle's antics, her playful spirit infectious as always. "But Michelle, your room is right next door," Y/n teased, her voice filled with affection.

Michelle shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I know, but I want to be closer to Aunt Y/n and Uncle Jake," she replied, her voice filled with mock seriousness.

Jake ruffled Michelle's hair affectionately, his heart swelling with love for his spirited niece. "Well, I suppose we can make room for one more," he said with a smile.

With a delighted squeal, Michelle plopped down on the bed, her bunny teddy bear by her side. As they settled into their new arrangement, surrounded by love and laughter, Jake and Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the family they had built together. And as they looked ahead to the future, they knew that with their niece by their side, their home would always be filled with warmth and joy.

Amidst the giggles and laughter, DJ and Stephanie burst into the room, their faces beaming with excitement. "We're coming too!" they declared in unison, their voices filled with playful determination.

Jake and Y/n exchanged amused glances, their hearts swelling with love for their nieces. "But girls, your room is just across the hall," Jake pointed out, unable to suppress a smile.

Stephanie shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We know, but we want to be closer to the action," she replied, her tone teasing.

DJ nodded enthusiastically, her grin mirroring her sister's. "Yeah, we don't want to miss out on all the fun," she chimed in, her excitement palpable.

With a laugh, Jake and Y/n welcomed their nieces into the room, their hearts overflowing with love for their spirited family. As they settled into their new arrangement, surrounded by love and laughter, they knew that their home would always be filled with joy and warmth. And with their nieces by their side, they were ready to embrace whatever adventures the future held.

As the bed became crowded with Jake, Y/n, and their three lively nieces, the atmosphere was filled with joy and excitement. Suddenly, without warning, Stephanie launched the first attack, her fingers wiggling as she pounced on DJ, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles.

Not one to be left out, Michelle joined in the fun, her tiny hands tickling anyone within reach as she rolled around on the bed, her laughter contagious.

Jake and Y/n couldn't help but get caught up in the chaos, joining the tickle fight with gusto as they playfully wrestled with their nieces, their laughter mingling with the sounds of joy and delight.

The room echoed with laughter as the tickle fight raged on, each participant fully immersed in the playful mayhem. In that moment, surrounded by the love of their family, Jake and Y/n knew that these were the moments that made life truly special, moments filled with laughter, love, and cherished memories that would last a lifetime.

As the laughter and chaos continued in the bedroom, Jake and Y/n slipped out into the hallway, their hearts still racing from the excitement of the tickle fight. With a warm smile, Jake wrapped his arm around Y/n's waist, drawing her close.

In the soft glow of the hallway lights, he looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with love and longing. "Do you think it's finally our time to make a little munchkin?" he asked, his voice tinged with hope and anticipation.

Y/n felt her heart skip a beat at Jake's words, a rush of emotions flooding through her. For so long, she had hesitated, unsure if she was ready for the next step. But now, standing in the hallway with Jake by her side, she felt a sense of peace and certainty wash over her.

With a smile that matched his own, she nodded, her eyes shining with love. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with happiness. "Yes, Jake, let's make a little munchkin together."

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet serenity of the hallway, Jake and Y/n knew that their journey together was about to take a new and exciting turn. And as they embraced each other, their hearts filled with joy and anticipation for the future, they knew that their love would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

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[nervousladytraveler]

"For All the Tea in China" (or "Demelza Makes a Sandwich")

(slightly longer version from the fic title game prompt sent to me by @jomiddlemarch Thanks for indulging me!)

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“Fuck it. We’re having the rapini for dinner!” Demelza said aloud to nobody and slammed the slightly wilted bunch down on the work surface.

Dinner was hours away–she was in fact still preparing lunch–but this decision felt like an act of defiance, and that was precisely what she was in need of at the moment.

Ross, or Mister Poldark as he was to her today, disliked rapini. He hadn’t said it in so many words but the absence of praise the last time she served it allowed her to solve for x.

Recently she’d gotten better at preparing the stuff so there was less bitterness. It turned out blanching, salting, and finishing with red pepper flakes proved key. But that mattered little to her. She loved all greens. Maybe there was a reason for that beyond her tendency to champion the underdog. She’d read somewhere that the bitter ones were higher in iron.

Maybe some bodies just need more iron, she’d wondered at the time. Ross clearly needed little. He was likely made of the fucking stuff, as stubborn and immovable as he was.

Demelza switched on the kettle and stared at the empty mug in her hand. Pride or self preservation, perhaps both, flooded her gut and drove her thoughts.

I will not let him see me upset. 

She’d come to accept that Ross’s manner often swung between that of a companion and one of an employer. She knew Ross had moods and wasn’t always up for a laugh. And on those darker days, she gave him a wide berth but still saw that he was looked after. Well fed, clothes laundered, house tidied–all the things a good housekeeper should be doing. But when he was feeling more playful, she’d sit across from him at the table as more of a mate or even next to him while they watched telly. And when his beloved Everton lost yet another match, she wouldn’t hesitate to tease him for his loyalty. It seemed she wasn’t the only one in the house who favoured the underdog.

On his part, he’d laugh at her jokes, chide her for working too hard, slip her a bonus whenever he found himself even a little flush. Sometimes he’d smile when she just walked into the room.

Still, Demelza knew her place and had a firm enough sense of belonging, at least most of the time. With him anyway. 

What she couldn't abide was the presence of Other People, when the rules were suddenly switched on her.

That had happened earlier when Ross’s prim-assed cousin in law, Elizabeth, came to call unannounced. Suddenly Demelza was meant to skivvy and scrape and be neither seen nor heard in the process. 

Her Worshipfulness didn’t care for anything substantial as far as food or drink was concerned but Demelza still brought out bottled water in a clean glass (that wasn’t chipped) as a good housekeeper would do. And in exchange for her service, she received an icy thank you with delicate nostrils oh so subtlety flared.

Was she born with that sneer or has she been under the surgeon’s knife to perfect it? 

But all that Demelza could bear, and she'd even managed to lock down all her own facial muscles so no brows raised or lips smirked in return. 

It was Ross’s response–averting his gaze and looking at the floor as if she herself was a nuisance to be waited out–that was so intolerable. Then once she’d left the room, she heard him laugh. 

To be fair, it wasn’t his heartiest chuckle, not the one he often shared when they joked and talked together, but a laugh was a laugh. And Elizabeth was his mate. All the time, not just when he felt lonely enough to slum it with the help, which is what Demelza always would be in the end.

It was nearly two hours later and Elizabeth long since gone, but Demelza hadn’t yet shaken the uneasiness. She pulled a knife from the drawer and set back to work.

She hated that Ross alone controlled what was true. 

Recently, quite accidentally, she’d come across the term epistemic injustice in her reading. Now she rolled the words around in her mouth and felt their sharp edges and their weight. Perhaps this particular situation wasn’t injustice exactly but it was fucked up.

But maybe, just maybe, two could play the game. Ross too might come to learn the sting of being cast aside.

No more sportive banter, no matter his mood. If she wouldn't let him know what she was thinking, what she was feeling, then he wouldn’t know what to expect. What was true. 

And he mustn’t know how important this job is to me. She might be able to live without his friendship–or so she tried to convince herself–but not so his paycheque.

The sliced chicken bore a chill from the fridge but the bacon was sizzling hot. Demelza trimmed the edges from the thankfully-still-crisp lettuce before she spread the sourdough slices with pesto mayonnaise. She’d prepared it only minutes before, conveniently forgetting it was Ross’s favourite. 

Then she switched off the kettle and pulled down a second mug from the dish rack.

I will never laugh with him again, she resolved. Not even if he asks it of me. Not for all the tea in China.

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[newtabfics]

Could I ask for a drabble with drunk Astarion? It was adorable how he got drunk from a bear. I wonder what would he do if he got even more drunk later in the story? What would do his female Tav, would she make fun of him or get drunk too? Thank you in advance!

In my personal headcanon: Absolutely would get teased for it. But I'm feeling a type of way today :3

Basically, they're all at an inn for this.

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Triggers for I guess drinking, mild angst. basically going into astarion's thoughts and fears about not being a sexual being.

His stumbling into her arms made her sigh as she helped him to his room. "You're drunk again. What happened?"

"Some...guy...he was drunk first," Astarion slurred, leaning into her. He nuzzled against her hair and gently pressed a kiss behind her ear. "Gods, you're so sweet to me. Makes me love you so much."

Her cheeks warmed at his words as she helped him to his room. They were lucky they could afford separate rooms. After the camping, it felt needed for everyone.

Though, as she helped him into his room and gripped her hips, she felt that desire building again. "You're drunk, Star," she said gently, guiding him to his bed.

"You're drunk, Darling," He giggled out as she helped him sit. "Ooh. Gonna take advantage of me?" He joked. His eyes flickered a slight as a panic rose in his chest.

Tav smiled gently and knelt down, carefully removing his boots. "Let's get these off," She said softly.

He watched her through rosy vision. It was startling. She was so careful with him, not letting her touch linger too long. He could see it in her eyes, how much she wanted to be intimate with him again...

"Do you hate me?" He mumbled out.

"No, Astarion," She said firmly as she set his boots aside before reaching up and helping him out of the padded overcoat. "Let's get this off. You can't sleep in armor. You'll be fussy in the morning."

Astarion felt his throat tighten as he reached up and touched her hand. He couldn't grasp it still. She was so careful. Her hands stopped, letting him do what he needed. It was like she refused. to move now without his permission.

"Why...not?" he asked softly. "You could...whatever you wanted."

Tav looked up at him from her kneeling position as she gently took his hands into hers as she rested them on his thighs. "Because you keep asking that," She said. "Astarion..." She blushed a slight. "You mean so much to me. You're the first to...to really look at me. And you didn't have to. You said you wanted us to be real. I want us to be real too."

His heart fluttered when she gave a gentle kiss to his knuckles before resting her forehead against them. "I'm not going to do anything, because that's not what you need. and I think you know that too, My Shining Star."

Astarion's face went red at the nickname. "W-Why do you keep calling me that?"

Tav smiled and shook her head. "No particular reason," She giggled.

"What? But I wanna know," he whined.

Tav's soft laugh made his heart melt as she carefully got off the overcoat, leaving him in his loose shirt and pants. He gulped and looked at her, eyes flickering with anxiety as he studied her. His eyes glanced to her neck, seeing the familiar fang bruising on her flesh.

"I feel like I owe you," He sighed, gently tracing the marks. He watched her shiver and still. It was like she was reigning herself in for him. His heart dropped as he thought about how he was neglecting her. How he could do better or--

"Astarion," She said firmly, reaching up and cupping his face as she adjusted. She stood and his hands tenderly found her hips as her lips pressed against his forehead.

He shivered and hugged her close, burying his face against her stomach as he sighed heavily. "I'm sorry I'm a mess," He muttered.

"Don't be sorry," She sighed, running her fingers through his hair as she held him. "I just want you to be comfortable again. I'm never going to make you do anything you don't want."

Her words stopped. She almost wanted to think of something else to add to the statement, but even unsaid, she had spoken volumes more.

Tav smiled as she watched him starting to fall asleep against her. "I'm going to tuck you in now, alright?"

"Don't go..." He muttered into her stomach. His hands clutched the back of her shirt, almost cradling her close to him. "Just...stay?"

She smiled and kissed her head. "I can do that." She hummed as she lay with him in the bed, watching him cling to her. "next time, you're not going out for blood alone though," She told him with a gentle look. "Or at least, maybe don't grab a drunkard."

Astarion smiled softly as he felt the alcohol already clearing out of his mind. He couldn't tell her that his vampirism made him process alcohol so much faster and that it was a buzz. Not after it meant he could be wrapped in her arms and feeling her hands through his hair.

maybe he'd tell her in the morning once his mind stopped reeling.

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[userholland]

baby's first christmas

after five months with your own bundle of joy, it's christmas time! the two of you weren't expecting to splurge so much but it's the morning of december 25th and it's all about the newest holland of the family!

PAIRING: dad!tom holland x mom!reader

GENRE: parenting/domestic au!!!, super fluffy, short sweet to the point

WORD COUNT: 1k

A/N: so happy to keep up with this series and hope its giving such christmas vibes to anyone reading <3 appreciate the support on the first post so hopefully i'll keep up with it!

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Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of delicate snow falling down on the terrace. A smile quickly appeared on your lips, pushing against the bed as you stretch your chest and neck. As you take a deep breath, your hand reached over to the other side of the bed but only grasped the sheets.

You furrowed your eyebrow, then looked at that side of the bed, only seeing the messy and wrinkled down sheet and the full blanket on the floor.

After making up your shared queen bed, you put on your slippers and robe before heading down the hall. Usually, in the morning, you checked on the baby first, but you froze when you saw her curled up in Tom's arms.

"What are you doing up?" You giggled, walking over to his side. You nuzzled your face behind his shoulder as the two of you glanced down at your precious girl, Mia.

"I woke up early and she was crying so, I picked her up and have been scared to put her back down." Tom lowly spoke, rubbing Mia's back as he turned to you and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

"Merry Christmas." You grinned.

"Merry Christmas, babe." He replied, pulling you close to him.

You pouted, "It's like yesterday she was so tiny."

"As if she's not now?" Tom jeered, running his hand over the top of her hair, "She's like the world's smallest thing."

"And it's her first Christmas today. Can you believe it?" You sighed, walking around to the closet. You had already laid out her red overalls and a small white shirt.

You heard Mia babble as she stretched out her arms and legs in Tom's hold, watching her squirm a bit before she opened her small eyes. Tom couldn't help but smile, tickling her tummy and then holding her face.

"Did you already change her diaper?" You asked, walking back with her outfit.

""Fresh and clean. Surprisingly not as bad as I thought it would be after we fed her peas and squash last night." He said as he laid her down on the changing table.

"Well at least she finally likes something that not just bananas." You joked, giving him the overalls and shirt before unbuttoning her onesie.

"She gets her pickiness from you." He chuckled.

You smirked, "Well, she knows what she wants."

♡ ♡ ♡

When you both came downstairs, carefully holding Mia to your chest, the Christmas tree was beautifully lit and shining bright with presents wrapped around the bottom. You were in awe of it, already overwhelmed by how Christmas has come so fast.

"Did you add some presents last night?" You asked him as the two of headed toward the couch.

""I didn't want to admit how overboard I went with baby stuff."

"She's not even a year old and already has so much. You're just trying to make her a daddy's girl, aren't you?" You teased.

"No problem with a head start now."

You rolled your eyes, but Mia was on your hip, reaching her arms out when her eyes glimmered at the shiny paper of the presents.

"See," Tom pointed out, "She's already loving me." He smiled, quickly kissing Mia's cheek. It made you so flustered the way he was so affectionate with her, wanting to be involved no matter what occasion.

"Okay, start handing out presents Santa. We got a lot to get through this morning." You said as you carefully sat on the couch with Mia propped up on your lap.

Tom leaned down, reaching behind the tree to grab the first present. You tried to look around him, but then saw the biggest, softest brown teddy bear in his arms.

"I wonder who this is for." He smiled, "I know it wasn't on my list."

You laughed, pointing to the bear as Mia reached out her hands again, "Look at that, Mia. That's all for you."

As Tom sat the bear next to you, Mia's hand grabbed its fluffy nose and pulled it toward her with the little strength she had.

"With that muscle, she'll be bench pressing this." You jeered, making sure she didn't hurt herself.

Tom pulled another present, pretty small but quaint, "Here's for mom." He trailed, kneeling on both knees in front of you.

You pouted, "Oh, you're so great. It's like we have a baby together or something." You sarcastically said before scrunching your nose.

You unwrapped it, pulling off the paper and Mia tried to reach for the shreds as you threw it away. A velvet box revealed itself from the paper and you opened it, stunned to see a beautiful gold bracelet.

As you admired the band further, the three of your names were engraved in it. Your heart melted at the moment, looking in awe at it before Tom offered to put it on your wrist.

The two of you got lost in each other's eyes, adoring one another even more at this moment.

"I love you so much." He whispered, rubbing your knee.

"I love you so much too." You giggled as you tried to hold back tears, but Mia held your bracelet and tried to bring it to her mouth.

"No, no, Mia. Not in your mouth." Tom chuckled, "I actually have a present that's for that."

You smiled, "Maybe she wants one too."

Tom sort out the rest of the presents and you held Mia closer to you, seeing her brighten up when Tom opened her presents for her. She was young, but you knew she was loving it. You hoped that subconsciously she would remember moments like this and the shared warm feelings between the three of you.

#tom holland #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland imagine

[sparklenothing]

'cause when you know, you know

summary: you liked james. james liked lily. that was clear as water, right?

tags: james potter x reader ,, fluff  ,, some unrequited love ,, little bit of angst ,,  modern cafe au

warnings: stubborn stupid jokey characters

a/n: english is not my first language. i haven't written anything in so long, and this is probably vague and not very on character, so constructive criticism is welcomed:)

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every time you’d allow your gaze to go over to him, amidst a group conversation, you were hoping to find him looking right back at you. but he never was, his eyes were forever fixed on the girl with the beautiful ginger hair. you couldn't blame him, you worshipped her as much as the next person. she was sunshine inside and outside, smart and funny, loving, caring, everything one would hope to be or get to love.

that didn't take away from the fact that you were also smart, funny, loving, or caring. but on her, it looked better, according to your rotten mind. right?

you could've spent the entire night, now with your eyes stuck like knives on the wooden table before you, but an arm sliding above your shoulders made you look up. remus, aware of the feelings you were destined to take to your grave, sent you an empathic smile. naturally, your body sank against him, and your hand grabbed the one on your shoulder.

“you could try n talk to him, you know?” he whispered to your ear, knowing that if anyone found out, you would act like it was the death of you.

“i’d rather choke on my own vomit, thank you, rem.” his body beneath you vibrated because of the laugh he seconds later tried to push back.

anyhow, james and i are just friends, nothing else will ever become of it.

on your other side was sirius, holding your free hand and twisting the rings you wore, joining the conversation to begin babbling about how unfair it was that remus would hug you like that and not him. of course, the young man was met with nothing but jokes about his jealousy.

true jealousy was watching from the other side of the table. crossed arms, lips pressed into a fine line, frown in forehead, and chest puffing rapidly by the way his breath was speeding up.

james could not bear the sight, his two best friends fawning over you, while he was stuck between peter and marlene’s childhood inside jokes. needn't worry, soon enough they would follow his eyes to find you laughing while remus kissed your forehead and sirius your cheek, your face turning bright red.

“you’re such a loser.” peter stated, shaking his head. marlene just nodded and shrugged her shoulders when he looked at her saying you should be on my side.

“stop pretending to be in love with evans to hide away from the fact that this time you like someone who likes you back.” marlene got up, grabbing her wine glass. “honestly, your lack of bravery is a disgrace to gryffindor himself.”

peter gave him a final pat on the back and followed the blond woman to the kitchen, where lily and mary were.

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a week had gone by. marlene's words were still loud in his head. since the moment he met you, he knew. he knew he only cared to spend the rest of his life with you, loving you, caring for you. but the idea of messing up a reliable friendship and maybe causing turmoils in their group had been enough to continue with the charade of pursuing lily. she was aware it was a joke, it had been a joke between them since one drunk night she confessed to only liking women. from that night on, they would find each other to crush on you. their eyes would link whenever you smiled, laughed, or did anything that required no effort yet made james’ heart skip a beat.

of course, lily found you simply cute. so she would tease james non-stop, about how shy and quiet the loud golden retriever boy would get.

“hey!” a well-known female voice got him out of his head.

there you were, smiling at him from the order line of the little coffee shop they all took small shifts at, owned by remus. today it had been a slow and boring day. it read 20:10pm on the clock, five minutes away from closing.

“hi. what are you doing here? we are almost closed.” he greeted you, feeling his demeanor fall into straight panic and anxiety.

“had to drop off some stuff, and don't worry about closing i'm probably gonna stay here for dinner.”

stop pretending. that was it, that was his only chance to be alone with you and finally build up the courage to speak up about his very well-hidden feelings.

fifteen minutes went by. you had finished organizing the boxes you had to drop there. doors were locked, most lights turned off, and james had finished his night shift. but he was still there. you didn't wanna be annoying and ask, even though you were friends and it was okay.

“what do you wanna eat? i’ll make it. i’ll join you for dinner.” james said, walking into the back kitchen.

half an hour, two sandwiches and two cups of coffee later, you were both laughing at a recent memory of sirius' jealousy outburst when remus had opened the door for a girl at the cafe, and not him.

“even as a jealous person myself, i thought he was being a little dramatic.” james said, winning an incredulous look from you. “what?”

“you’re not a jealous person. i’ve never seen you flip out at evans because of anything.” you answered. there it was.

“that’s cause i’ve got no reason to be jealous because of her.” james watched the look on your face shift into something that looked more like confusion. “... cause i don’t fancy her.”

that was news to you. thinking, you ate the last bit of your sandwich, giving you a moment to think how to phrase the million questions that ran through your mind.

“i’m confused. haven't you liked her for like ten years now?” you said almost laughing, like a joke. but you were actually dying. needing to know more, but you wouldn't pry.

to your unfortunate self, james didn't answer immediately, he just looked at you in a way you couldn’t figure out.

studying his face to find clues, you found nothing but more questions. did he like someone else? did he like another girl? was this his way of coming out maybe? did he like no one at all?

“i imagined myself punching remus and sirius when they were all over you the other night.” he said.

your heart sank, and your only reaction was to stare and blink at him in disbelief for what felt like five straight minutes.

“what?” your voice barely made it out your mouth, in a whisper you weren't sure he’d heard. “it’s not funny, james.” you tried to laugh it off, but the scared look on your face betrayed you.

“no, it's not funny. it's not funny that since i've met you i've spent every one of our hangouts hoping for you to be there. and if you were, that i would find myself sitting by you so i can tell you stupid jokes that will make you look at me with pity, but then you'll laugh or smile at me. no, you’re right as always. it's not funny. ” he stood up, taking the plates off the table and taking them to the kitchen.

he came back and sat in front of you again. earning a blank stare from you.

“no.” you said, shaking your head.

he shot a smile at you, making you smile in return. you crossed your arms and looked at him, raising your eyebrows, signaling him to continue.

“i haven’t liked lily for a while now. almost two years ago, she and i became strictly platonic friends. well, i always was that to her.” he wouldn't air out lily. besides, the years of rejection had humbled him enough already.

“and when i met you, something clicked in my brain and i’ve been denying it because it was easier. it was easier for me to love someone who didn't care to love me back than to love you, 'cause merlin knows your ability to love everyone goes above and beyond.”

the coping mechanism part of your brain almost made you blurt out an im sorry, why are you so sure that i love you back like that? but remus had probably already taken care of that part in one of his weekly desperation rants about how stubborn and stupid you were being, and seeing james' side of the story you were sure he had gotten at least twice of those.

“so… we’ve wasted like a year because you’re a coward?” you joked, without being able to help it, you loved teasing him as much as everyone else.

“excuse me? you could have done something too!” he answered, pointing at you.

“no, i'm not the one from the house with the trait of being brave and courageous.” you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance, sighing.

he walked towards you and grabbed your face in his hands, smiling at the sight of your face so close to him.

“i apologize, maybe we should start making it up for the last year now.” james answered, leaving a soft and short kiss on your lips.

now you had to get ready for when your friends found out and started annoying both of you for at least one more year.

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