#sometimes I’ll be sitting somewhere and be like huh

[cloudwisp]

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 · 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬

contents: fluff. satoru makes sweet promises about the future with you. 800 wc.

“What would you say if I retired today?”

The words left his mouth so easily—like they’re one of the many frivolous musings that comes and goes, an afterthought when the shared laughter and playful teasing had died down a bit. Behind his loose grin, Satoru carefully studies your face as he weighs the question in your mind, as though they bear no consequence and he wants to hear your answer no matter how serious or unserious he’s being.

“Retire…” You drawl thoughtfully, “You mean put your sorcerer work behind you?” You more than readily welcome the idea than you let on, it’s all you can think about sometimes and keeps you awake at night. You knew about the dangers and the shortcomings that his lifestyle posed, but your love for him outweighs the troubles and the fears and the risks that come with loving someone like him—that is Satoru Gojo.

Not the Strongest Sorcerer, the leader of something, just a normal person who has a fondness for the sweeter things and never lets good humor go to waste if he could help it. If he truly decided to retire from now onwards he won’t have to participate in another dangerous mission again, no more of those dreadful overseas assignments that keeps you both apart for long stretches of time, and you could get used to knowing that he gets to come home to you every night.

“Well, okay. I suppose I could become the breadwinner for once.”

Satoru lets out a pleased laugh. His arm that encircled your waist tightens as he squeezes you with great affection, receiving a small oof from you and quick gentle pats of surrender before he crushes your lungs. He’s sitting on an abundance of wealth for the both of you to lead a comfortable life, and you’re cute for worrying about finances in the foreseeable future. Maybe he doesn’t spoil his precious sweetheart far enough, he thinks.

“I guess you’ll need to work triple time in order to afford my expensive taste.” He teases, pinching your cheek between his fingers. “We can be a dynamic duo. You can work while I stay home.” He mutters softly, letting his hand settle against the nape of your neck while his thumb brushes against your cheek. “Would I be a good househusband?”

“You’d be awful.” You were a little quick to say, almost shuddering at the thought. He feigns a hurt expression with the slightest furrow to his brows and an adorable pout lining his lips. He had an affinity for sweets as shown in your fully stocked pantry but navigating the rest of the kitchen would be quite the learning experience. “Maybe at first anyway.”

“You think I won’t be able to clean or cook properly?” Satoru complains dramatically, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder. You attempt to push him away between your giggles as the ends of his hair tickles you and he gently nips away at your skin, but his large build unsurprisingly wouldn’t budge. He lays a light kiss here and there shortly after, his voice lowering into a playful whisper. “Giving up on me already, huh? Too bad, that was your only chance of seeing me in an apron~”

Satoru comes up to meet your gaze and he catches your lips for a sweet taste, the warmth of his body sinking into yours and your arms wrap around him to bring him in a little deeper. “You think I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you if I came home to you wearing an apron?” It was your turn to pinch his cheeks fondly and you consider something. “But it’s a nice thought—you wanting to lead a different life.”

“I want to make you a promise,” he begins slowly, and there’s a beautiful look behind his cerulean hues filled with just pure adoration and love that’s reserved only for you. “When my time comes and I’m ready to call it quits, I’ll retire with you by my side. We’ll move somewhere peaceful and quiet—as secluded as you like. We could even travel the world if that's what my baby wishes, just the two of us.”

“That’s a big promise you’re making me.” You raise an eyebrow at him. But you like the dream that he’s sharing with you, no matter how close or how far out of reach it may seem. And so, a warm smile softens your face. “Just me and you?”

“Yes, Angel.” He grins happily, pulling you closer so his heartbeat matches yours until the sound lulls into one under the moon’s gaze. As long as you keep giving him every excuse in the world to keep you within arms’ reach—forever, then it’s contentment and peace and everything else in between he’ll find with you. If you’re there, then that’s home for him. “Just us and the sky.”

꒰ note ᰔ still coping with everything that’s happened along with ch. 261 so hope you enjoyed this something silly and something fluff for our sweet loverboy satoru. ꒱

#ᨳ ₊˚ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩.𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 #satoru gojo #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x you #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

[watchyourbuck]

Two scenes im forcefully reminding you are CANON and NOT fanmade

#what the fuck tho #sometimes I’ll be sitting somewhere and be like huh #this actually happened #I didn’t make it up with my silly little brain #they said those things #buddie #911 fox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 tv show #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 abc

[dc418writes]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Ari + pinned down + “Fuck, sweetheart, I love it when you whine so pretty for me.”

*incomprehensible screeching* ok ok calm down self no pressure 👀 lol but thank you Siri for this prompt! And all who read I hope you like what I came up with☺️!

Mine

✨Pairing✨: ex!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: As luck would have it, your ex is there to save you from a creep. Some coincidence right?

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, soft/dark-dark elements, mention of sexual harassment, violence (man-man), unprotected adult happy funny times (please be safe everyone!), fingering, breeding kink, mention of alcohol, a couple bad language words

Your once pleasant buzz has since been replaced by a dull headache as you sit in the middle of your ex’s king sized bed. One of his shirts - smelling a mix of his cologne and detergent - covering your freshly washed body after the small bar brawl left the front of your top and skirt soaked with beer.

Every few minutes your mind wanders back to that moment where the “kind” and charming stranger showed his true colors. His touches becoming unwanted while trapping you against the bar and ignoring your protests. If it wasn’t for Ari, quickly yanking the hazel-eyed man away from you before his fist was soon meeting his cheek, you’re sure you’d be stuck somewhere and missing for God knows how long.

Maybe even worse.

A light knock on the door has a small smile curling on your lips seeing Ari in the doorway. His muscular body nearly taking up the entire space standing in his black sweats and some worn looking band tee.

“Hey, you feel alright?,” he asks and you nod. “Need anything?”

“No, just tired.”

“Get some rest. I’ll be out here if you need me.”

You didn’t want him out there though. In your current state - emotionally vulnerable and unable to get the events out of your mind - you wanted him next to you. To not be alone for tonight at least.

“C-Can you stay? Please?,” you call after him halting any further movement out of the doorway. With that tilted smile you still loved, he was soon removing his shirt and joining you under his sheets.

“Of course sweetheart.”

His thick arm wrapped around your middle with your back against his front, it was like old times how instantly safe and comfortable you felt. How you fit together so well, it was as if you’d never even broken up in the first place. And when his nose bumps behind your ear barely touching one of your special spots, that familiar flip returns to your stomach as well.

“Goodnight.”

“Night Ari,” you whisper, but you already know sleep is a far off concept from your highly active brain still focused on the bar. Trying to force you into reliving every detail as if helping you study for your own exam.

So many minutes pass of just feeling the air from Ari’s nostrils against your neck and hearing cars run by that you’ve accepted you probably won’t be sleeping tonight.

“That pretty head’s going a mile a minute again huh?,” he asks slightly startling you thinking he was asleep this whole time.

“You can tell?” He nods and you can feel the gentle scratching of his beard on your skin.

“Your pulse is a bit high; not to mention your body’s tense. Not as relaxed as I know you wanna be.”

He was always so intuitive with you. Knowing how you were feeling or if you were off without you having to even say a word. It was honestly scary sometimes how he was there with what you needed before it could cross your own mind.

“Why am I not surprised? Spot on as always,” you softly chuckle.

“Because I know you sweetheart,” he replies placing a chaste kiss to that sweet spot behind your ear. “Know all about this body. What goes on in your mind.”

His voice in your ear as his hand slowly drifts from under you and down your abdomen to the front of your thigh has you beginning to squirm. An ache quickly forming between your legs you want him to erase.

His fingertips trace a slow circle just centimeters from that junction as his lips create their own steady path down the column of your neck to your shoulder. It’s a tortuous buildup you wish he didn’t enjoy so much.

“Let’s get you to sleep, yea?”

“Please,” you shamefully beg anticipating his touch where you needed most.

And he doesn’t disappoint placing your leg over his so you were spread wide for him. His middle finger immediately dipping in your needy core and dragging just right you couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled from your lips.

“Still so tight after all this time. We can work around that though can’t we?”

By the time he was done - having readied you with two orgasms - you were already in a mindless haze only capable of babbling incoherent noises, “please”, and Ari’s name.

Exactly how he wanted you as he pushed your thighs up against your chest keeping them in place with his wide upper half while his hands pinned yours over your head. You were now completely at his use as he slowly began to push into you with a low groan and silent curses how you gripped him so tight.

“Ari please,” you whined. Head lulling to the side to lie on your arm. “Need you.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I love when you whine so pretty for me,” he finishes with a gasp finally pushing to the hilt. For your sake, he tries to start slow, but the feel of you clinching around him and all the sweet noises you’re making, it doesn’t take long for that rhythm to quicken. The squeaking of the bed and the sound of skin slapping soon taking over your moans and panting.

“Mm don’t stop!”

He moans nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m the only one that can take care of you. Knows all your spots that make you dumb. Isn’t that right?”

Ari takes your whine as a yes, smirking as his mouth finds yours in a heated and numbing kiss.

“Because you’re mine sweetheart.” His pace quickens and you shriek as your release squirts to the sheets below. It only spurs him more moaning as he feels his own release approaching. “Always have been, shit, always will be.”

You want to whine and push him away with your new sensitivity and puffy folds that feel raw, but that blissed out cloud just keeps lifting you higher and higher that you don’t want to come down.

“And everyone’s gonna know it too seeing you with our little baby bump. Gonna be the best mama to our babies.” The thought of you carrying a mini version of the both of you pushes him over the edge moaning his release as you have one last one of your own feeling him fill you up with deep ruts wanting it to stick as deep as it could go.

Finally meeting that blissful high with you, a tired chuckle leaves his lips as he kisses all along your sweaty face. You’re pleasantly knocked out - mouth slightly parted - as he carefully lifts up so your legs can be stretched out again. Although soft, he doesn’t pull out; instead staying buried deep so none of him can escape.

Plus having you wrapped around him so snug, occasionally pulsing and clinching, it’s better than any blanket he could ever buy.

“Now, if only you weren’t so stubborn, I wouldn’t have had to go through all this,” he whispers before leaving one last peck on your temple.

HiredHelp: I said only one punch! (sent 12:29 am)

HiredHelp: That’s an extra 2K (sent 12:30 am)

HiredHelp: 5K in my account by tomorrow or we meet again very soon (sent 12:30 am)

So for those who’ve read my works over the years, this is definitely a bit of new territory for me (soft/dark-dark and smut) so hopefully it’s not cringe🫣. Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 for this prompt and for allowing me to play☺️! Also sorry if this is longer than a standard drabble lol

#ari levinson #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson x reader #chris evans x woc!reader #ari levinson au #red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader

[harleehazbinfics]

Mine, all mine.

a lucifer x reader fanfiction.

inspired by this ask: link

wc: 1728

warning: suggestive themes!!

a/n: sometimes i wish i could just give the program my brain and let it write itself. my ass is not suited for writing at extensive periods of time in one sitting.

You were a sinner, made to rot in hell for all of eternity until exorcist end your miserable souls. However, you refused to lead that fate. You disliked how other demons would underestimate you just because of how weak and fragile you looked, especially with your wings. So, you improvised, you took this to your advantage, eventually one-by-one overlords toppled over from your powers, becoming your servants or souls you feasted on. You never sought to purge sinners or become an overlord in the process for that matter, it was just that you heavily disliked being underestimated by these narcissistic souls, that you couldn’t help but put them in their place.

After decades of doing the same thing over and over again, you decided you wanted something different to do, other than manipulating and devouring retched souls all the time. With Alastor’s recommendation, you find yourself in Hell’s Hazbin Hotel, a hotel that aims to rehabilitate sinners and help them go to heaven. You didn’t oppose to the idea and if there would be sinners that find this their calling, then you’d like to support them in their endeavors, unlike your pal Alastor. Besides, it would be a free meal if some jackass just wanted to stir up some trouble with both of you around.

So, that’s what you led you here to this moment.

“—and this is (y/n), our other host, they’ve been helping with the hotel just a few months ago, despite being a busy overlord and all,” Charlie introduces you to each other.

“It’s a pleasure to meet the King of Hell himself. How do you do, my lord?” you greet with a polite smile after dipping your head in acknowledgement.

However, everything flew past Lucifer’s head when he saw your figure. You had a pleasant aura with an angelic face paired with bright beautiful wings that had him thrown in a loop. You had a kind and gentle gaze, lips a luscious shade of pink and cheeks full of life. You were simply ethereal—you didn’t look like you were from hell. You perfectly fit the standard for heaven’s angels and their winners.

“Uhh, dad?”

“Yeah, huh?!” Lucifer startles awake from his daydreaming and pays attention to his daughter. Finally realizing he was on a balcony with Charlie and Vaggie, a long way from where he was lost in thought.

“So, what do you think?” Charlie asks expectantly holding her hands together.

“Uh, yeah yeah. They look great. Say, who was that little friend you had there down there, are they also an angel?” he asks straightforwardly with a finnicky undertone.

“What? (Y/n)? No, they’re an overlord here in hell and our host. Didn’t I already say that?” Charlie replied starting to get annoyed with her dad.

“Oh, I see. They were just very beautiful looking, especially with those wings. I almost certainly thought they were an angel,” he rambles.

Vaggie and Charlie look at Lucifer stunned as Charlie starts, “What? Are you--? No, wait, dad we’re getting sidetracked. I meant the hotel! What do you think of it?!”

Then Lucifer goes on a tangent on how sinners could never be redeemed, and that they were vicious people who misused the gift that he gave them leading them here in hell. Before Charlie could fully give on getting her cause across to her father, a crash interrupts them.

They teleport downstairs and see a bunch of loan sharks barging their way into the hotel.

“Everyone! Get somewhere safe! I’ll handle this,” Vaggie yells readying her spear.

“No, my dear, leave it to me. It's time I remind everyone why I am here,” Alastor announces transforming into his demon form.

You chuckle unfurling your wings flying close to him, “Don’t forget about me.”

Lucifer ultimately shuts his mouth as he watches you dive headfirst towards one of the sharks stretching your hand out to grab their faces. You slam him roughly on the ground as his strength drains from his body. The longer you placed your hand on him the more his body crumples and dries, slowly wilting away from your touch. Leaving behind a red pulsing orb, you unhinge your jaw wrapping your tongue around it before swallowing it whole.

Lucifer’s stomach drops to his feet from the realization of his misconception of you, but he undoubtedly receives a hard-on as he can’t help but sexualize your actions. Wondering how it would feel wrapped around your long tongue and enveloped by your lips as you swallowed all of him.

He smacks himself across the face to rid himself of his thoughts and fixes his eyes on you and Alastor finishing up your massacre and dusting yourselves off. As he sees you both banter playfully, he couldn’t help but be reminded of his irritation for the male and comment towards Charlie.

“Mhm, you see? What'd I tell you? Charlie, sinners are violent psychopaths, hell bent on causing as much pain and destruction as they can. There's really no point in trying.”

She angrily huffs and yells at him, “Dad! Stop! He's defending this hotel! It may be a bit more sadistic than I'd hoped, but he's doing it for me! How come he can have faith in me, but my own father can't?”

His face crumples as he realizes his mistake. Here was his daughter trying to realize her dreams but couldn’t even support her ideas and aspirations. He was no better than those elders that shunned him away for his dreams. He finally comes clean to Charlie and apologizes to her. Finally supporting her dream and agreed on setting up the meeting for her.

But before he teleports away, he glances at you which you only responded with a light smile and nodded your head at him appreciating his help. He couldn’t help but be expectant of the next time you’ll meet again. He wished that Charlie would give him a call again soon.

The next time you met was when the angels attacked the residents of the hotel. When the matter was settled, all of you—including the help you gathered from Cannibal Town, celebrated your win in the now more spacious hotel.

While the lot of them gathered sharing drinks on one side, he saw you by yourself on the other side. He stands next to you with a grin, tapping your shoulder and asks, “This seat taken?”

You get startled from his action unfamiliar with people touching you so casually and give a flustered answer, “N-no! Please have a seat.”

He chuckles as he sits next to you, noticing how you scooted a little further away from him. He feels saddened when he was trying to be close to you, but you pull yourself away from him. He couldn’t help but comment, “You don’t need to be so distant. I’m just trying to get to know you better.”

You give him a smile and wrap your hands around your drink before answering, “Sorry. I’m just not used to people trying to come close to me at this distance, with my powers and all.”

He tilts his head cutely making you giggle and continue, “I guess Charlie didn’t tell you. I have the powers to drain demon’s powers. The longer I touch ‘em they die, and their soul becomes mine.”

He lets out a sound of understanding and mutters, “So that’s what that was.”

You look at him with you chin on your hand on the counter looking at him in interest. “Have you been watching me, your majesty?” you couldn’t help but tease.

You were not disappointed as you watch his face turn red as he fumbled with his drink while he tries to reply, “W-well, I couldn’t help but admire how strong you were. Either in a fight or just casually talking to you, you just seem to be so confident that I can’t help but keep my eyes on you.”

“You’re beautiful,” he finishes with a dreamy sigh.

“Are you hitting on me?” you ask complemented with a seductive smile.

His breath hitches as he realizes what he did, as he panics trying to save himself, “I mean! Please don’t take this the wrong way! I was just admiring— whoops!”

He accidentally drops his drink in his flustered state, with both of your fast reflexes you caught the glass together. His hand covering yours, he tilts his head not noticing anything different with himself as he holds you.

Meanwhile, you hastily place the cup down on the counter and fretted over him, “Are you alright? Are you unwell anywhere?”

“No, I’m fine. I don’t feel much different actually,” he says looking at his hands.

You sigh in relief not expecting this man to throw you off your loop. You’re so composed all the time that having this man in your proximity just destroys your braincells with how cute and charming he was.

“Actually, can we do that again?” he asks with a serious look, to which you hesitantly accepted locking your hands together for a while. As time passes on without much progress to his experiment, the more your cheeks turn into a bright shade of red that he finally catches on to.

“What’s go you so flustered all of a sudden, angel?” he teases squeezing your hand a few times egging you on.

You cover your cheeks with your other hand and tightly held his hand to make him stop, “I’ve never held hands with someone before.”

He smirks inching closer to your face, feeling his breath on you as he tried to memorize every part of you with half-lidded eyes, “Never been this close with a handsome bloke before?”

You stand from your seat, evidently towering over him from the sheer height difference then caging him in his both of his hands above him as you pinned him to a wall behind him.

“Never. Would you like to change that?” you whispered by his ear, earning a shudder from him.

“Bet,” he grins letting his forked tongue slither out of his mouth introducing itself to you while letting himself loose and held your waist. “Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

As the two of you disappeared from the group’s sights, Angel drunkenly yells, “OH, SHIT! LUCIFER’S GETTING SOME ASS TONIGHT!”

“Ewwww,” Charlie cries in disgust not welcoming the thought of his father fucking someone in her brain.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vaggie #alastor #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer

[katyawriteswhump]

Steddie microfic: I got you

Steve loves it when Eddie rubs his chest.

Written for the December @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pine,’ 508 words. Originally inspired by the ‘pining’ idea, then it evolved and some extra pine turned up elsewhere!

Rating: T. CW: A couple of sexual references. Tags: shameless hurt/comfort, sickfic, fluff.

***

Their first winter, Eddie got sick. Then Steve got sicker. He took to their bed with a cough that scoured his lungs, rattled his ribs. When Eddie arrived, Steve buried his damp face in the pillow. “I’m all gross. G-go away.”

“Sorry, Babe.” Eddie rolled Steve over, fingers skittering soothingly across his brow. “Kinda guilty here. You scored my germs.”

“Always g-got chest infections as a kid.” Steve shivered. “Ask my m-mom.”

“She won’t talk to me, remember?”

“Ugh. Why are my f-family shitheads?” The pang of irritation proved too much. Steve’s next breath jammed in his lungs. A coughing fit consumed him. Eddie helped him sit, rubbed his back till the worst passed. Then Eddie removed his rings—huh?—pulled the covers over them, and spooned Steve from behind.

His warm hand slid under Steve’s t-shirt. He rubbed Steve’s chest, so gently Steve hardly noticed at first.

“I gotcha, Sweetheart. I gothcha.”

Steve’s shuddering breaths fell in sync with Eddie’s caresses, beneath which painfully taut sinews softened. Steve’s chest still burned, his breaths wheezy, but… 

…Eddie’s touch got him, somewhere so deep it almost choked him again.

It became a regular thing, in sickness and health. Eddie’s guitar-string callused strokes across Steve’s chest—sometimes firm, sometimes soft—set Steve sighing, groaning, purring like a cat. He even adored the cool slide of Eddie’s rings, especially when they snagged in his hair.

One day, afterward, he littered Eddie’s agile fingers with kisses. “Wanna marry your hands.”

Eddie quirked a brow: “You got a mighty fine chest, Babe.”

Steve grinned, sent his own hands south on a far dirtier mission.

Next winter, Eddie scored a touring gig with a band who’d lost their guitarist. Steve missed him like crazy, ignored that tell-tale tickle in his throat, and went to work—peddling hotdogs in the snow. Eddie called daily around 3am, always losing track of time. Steve mainlined cough medicine and pretended so hard:

“I don’t miss your mess, man. I cleaned the shit out of this place—totally reeks of Pine-Sol.”

“Haha. Miss you too, Stevie.”

“Riiight. If you blow the drummer, I’ll repave the drive with your vinyl collection.”

Steve got sicker. The pine stench of the stupid polish caught on his chest. He coughed himself raw. That night, Eddie didn’t call.

Or, Steve didn’t hear.

When he woke, he tried to sit. Flopped back down. He was shivering, out of water, and coughed till tears streaked his face and blood spattered his hand. Scared now... He drifted, never quite sleeping, coughing less, instead struggling to drag whistling breaths. His bones ached. His head ached worse. Freakin’ terrified…

A gentle touch revived him: “Babe?”

He blinked. Eddie? 

“You didn’t answer last night. Caught the first flight home.” Seriously? “Do I need to take you to ER?”

“No,” wheezed Steve.

“Don’t be macho, dude.”

“Need c-cuddle.” That ‘not macho’ enough, Honeypie? 

Steve was too sick for decisions, so let Eddie make them. Much later, when Eddie slid into bed behind him and rested a warm hand on his chest, he knew he was mending already.

***

Thank you for reading :) Also posted on my AO3 here

#steddiemicroficdecember #steve harrington whump #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #eddie x steve #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steddiemicrofic #steddie

[ameliathornromance]

Rain, Rain, Rain - Orc Romantic Short Story

There was a growl in the back of your throat as you attempted to clear it. God’s be damned, you had fallen ill. It was nothing serious, a cold from being exposed to the elements. All thanks to your Orc partner. He was the one who had insisted on you both travelling through the storm, so that the two of you could reach the encampment shared by his tribe.

The two of you had gone out on a walk that day, since the weather promised a warm and sunny day. As you listened to your partner’s stories of Orc history, thunder grumbled above you and by the time afternoon became evening, the Heavens had opened. “You’ll be fine.” He’d called to you over the thunder. “You’re one of us now, you won’t fall ill in my care.”

But alas, you had a fever by the time you arrived back. “Won’t fall ill my arse.” You snuggled into your animal skin covers, deeper and further away from your tent entrance, left open to give you fresh air.

Candle light flickered gently next to you, giving you enough light to see your surroundings. The storm had passed the night before, but left you bed ridden and shivering.

It was only now that you could fully recognise what was going on around you: It was night, judging from the darkened sky outside, the camp seemed to bustle with it’s usual fervour. You could hear the familiar grunts and growls of the harsh Orc mother tongue.

A part of you wondered where your boyfriend had gotten to. You hadn’t seen him since your fever had broken and the tribes healer had given him a well deserved tongue lashing. You had only been able to pick up bits and pieces of their conversation, “you know humans are not like us!” Lashed the old Orc at your boyfriend. Something about ‘you foolish oaf’ and ‘not knowing enough about human bodies’ and, ‘not doing enough to take care of something as fragile as a human being.’

You sniffled, pouted. You hadn’t seen the tribe healer much either. He only came by to bring you water and some stale bread. “Good for the stomach when you are unwell.” He said as he handed you the food. “The big fool has lumbered off somewhere. He’ll be back.” He assured you at your worried expression.

You could not fault your partners eagerness to return to camp; There are worse things than a storm, outside the camp. Due to poor visibility and no way of hearing approaching horses thanks to the thunder and ever pelting rain. Human beings are vicious and sometimes more monstrous than Orcs can be. If they had caught the two of you together, they would have done God knows what to the both of you. Being ill and confined to bed was better than being hung, drawn and quartered by Orc Hunters or a mob of angry villagers. Even in your cloudy state, you knew that this, was definitely not the worst outcome (even if it did sting to admit it.)

The tent flaps parted and revealed your boyfriend. He was covered head to toe in mud and dirt, a brown potato sack thrown over his shoulder, book clutched in his other free hand that hung down by his side. He huffed and panted as he laid eyes on you. “Oh.” He said, surprised. “You’re awake.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him as he set down the sack and thumped the book on the table in the corner of the room, “so I did all that for nothing.”

“Huh?” You asked, nasally.

“I went out to go and get some ‘erbs and that,” your Orc had his back to you as he unloaded the sack, different bundles of roots, branches and nettles of plants on the table, “so you could get better quicker… but I guess I won’t be needin’ ‘em now, will I?” He grumbled.

Your heart twinged at his words. Forcing yourself up, you gazed up at his dirty form. “Thank you for trying.” You sniffled.

He rushed over to you as you tried to sit up further, “no, don’t say that. I should be apologisin’. Shouldn’t ‘ave dragged you through that storm.”

You shook your head. “’ts better than the alternatives.” You sniffled again, “here, if you hand me the book, we could make something to help.”

“No, I’ll get the old geezer to do it,” your Orc partners weight caused the bed to dip below his weight as he sat next to you. “You should rest.” He cupped your head with his hand. His whole palm was as big as your head. His eyes fell to the ground in front of him, “I made the mess, so I should fix it.”

You pursed your lips. “After you’ve washed,” you started, “do you want to come and get into bed with me and you can finish that story you started yesterday?”

Your Orc boyfriend was silent for a moment, before a smile crept onto his lips. “Yeah, sounds like a plan.” Packing up the supplies he bought, picking up the book. He cast a short look back at you, “I’ll give these to the ol’ geezer and bring back somethin’ that’ll make you feel better. Then I’ll finish the story I started yesterday, yeah?” And with one last, toothy grin, he left.

You smiled to yourself. He probably spent the whole day looking for that book and those herbs, and it looks like it wasn’t easy for him to do, judging from the state of him. You shuddered to think where he could have gotten that book from and hoped it wasn’t from the Healer’s tent – there would be more trouble if he had done that.

You snuggled up into the animal skins again, a warm fuzziness taking over you. How lucky you are to have such a lovely Orc partner. Before you knew it, he’d come back, a cup of strange liquid in hand, clean and in a fresh set of clothes and settled himself beside you to finish his story.

#orc boyfriend #orc fiction #orc romance #orc x reader #monster romance #monster lover #monster x female #monster x reader #monster x human #monster x you #fantasy #fantasy romance #fantasy writer #short story #x reader #orc x human #orc x female!reader

[s4toryuu]

guard dogs — geto suguru, gojo satoru

on the way through a dangerous street to meet your friend, suguru and satoru protect you from a couple monkeys

notes; protective besties, afab!reader, implied crush on suguru, reader is tinier than the boys, reader teases satosugu, based on true story

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satoru and suguru are tall. suguru’s muscular body shows through the uniform sometimes and satoru’s white hair and sheer size collects stares like a curse.

you had just finished a solo assignment when it was time for you to meet your friend. she’d texted you the night before about a new cafe that opened in the middle of tokyo where your assignment was conveniently around the corner.

“where’s your boyfriend?” you tease satoru when he walks to you. he scoffs.

“he’s coming, don’t worry.” he checked his phone and suguru taps the top of your head from behind you. an easy thing to do seeing as you barely reached the middle of his bicep.

“yo.” he smiles. “where you going?”

“oh, that new cafe with my friend. I don’t think it’s that far.” you reply to him while fixing your hair.

“can we come?” satoru looks at you.

you answer quickly, “no.”

the last time the three of you went out, satoru ordered fourteen drinks which you guys ended up having to carry most of them all the way back to school because this white-haired idiot couldn’t finish them. and also he was “saving them for later.”

“oh, come on, please? it’s so early, I don’t wanna go back yet.” satoru pleads. he’s right, the sun blared high in the sky after a cold and cloudy spring week.

“go somewhere else!” you start looking around for the right direction.

“but we already tried everything here, right suguru?”

“yeah, he’s right.” suguru looks up at a sign.

“I’ll buy you your order!” satoru reaches out to you and you halt your steps. “yeah, that tempted you huh?”

you laugh. “fine. but don’t be weird to my friend.” satoru waves this off and lets out a lazy agreement.

“nice, satoru.” suguru whispers. you hear them.

there was an real reason you didn’t want to take the two to meet your friend. annoyingly, you admit the two are really fucking handsome. they get stares and get approached a lot, and you know your friend wasn’t immune to their charm. you almost fell victim back in your early years too.

you were more worried about satoru. he’s handsome and he knows it, so he’s cocky and doesn’t shut up. suguru’s humble nature makes people want him more, but it also makes them delusional. even worse, he was exactly your friend’s type. you wanted him for yourself.

the three of you start walking with you leading the way and your friends following side by side behind you. you ignore the stares from the entire city—you were used to it when you were with satoru and suguru. the harder issue was trying to ignore jealous energy directed at you.

you know the general area, but you look down at your phone to pull up the map. you turn a corner and feel a change in energy—desire and lust that were at the edge of becoming a curse.

you still feel the boys as they chatted behind you, which gave you the courage to look up. surely enough, there was a group of nine men sat and gathered around, and you look farther to see a suggestive sign for what you assume poses as a club. you’ve dealt with many terrifying things being a sorcerer, but dirty men gave you an innate fear you couldn’t just exorcise.

“wow, look at that.” one man says. the rest turn their heads and two stand up. you assume they haven’t seen satoru and suguru behind you yet. you hear suguru sigh in frustration.

“how old are you, girl?” one of them sitting down says, eyeing you down. he wore a red extremely faded graphic tee. “just got outta school? what school’s that uniform from?”

you freeze. you don’t know whether to respond, ignore, or turn around. it was a small street and there was no one else in earshot. a perfect place to coerce young women. you back up into satoru. suguru walks in front of you, his hands in his pocket. your view is now obstructed by the middle of his back. satoru doesn’t move behind you and bends sideways to watch whatever his best friend is about to do.

“are we gonna have an issue here?” suguru speaks in a voice you rarely hear. you hear anger bubble in it.

“ha! you gonna do something if there is?” the man scoffs. the men standing start walking toward you and the one in the red shirt stands up. you see a shift when he stands at his full height and still has to look up to suguru.

“yeah.” suguru deadpans. he puts his right hand out to his side to summon a curse but you grab his arm to stop him.

“no, don’t! that’s not allowed. just… kick his ass or something.” you whisper nervously.

“hey, girl, don’t you wanna make some money? it’s easy work for you, pretty.” the man starts again. “especially with those nice tits, yea?” he looks back to his group and some laugh.

satoru clicks his tongue. “tsk. gross! suguru, you gonna get rid of them now or what?”

suguru scoffs and summons a curse quickly. it was a pink creature and it reminded you of a cat mixed with a fox. “sorry y/n, but a curse will attract less attention than us beating them up.”

you bend sideways to get a look and to your surprise, the fox swirls around the man in the red shirt lovingly. the man looks confused and looks to his group. he starts hyperventilating and sweating, then the fox wraps its tail around his crotch and leg—like a zipline harness.

“what the fuck?!” the man yells. he starts screaming in agony as both your friends watch.

“oh wow, is this a new one?” satoru asks happily. suguru hums and the fox lets go.

the man screams in agony holding his groin, and two come to help him up. the rest of the group is confused, and some walk off. the curse switches targets and the man starts groaning.

“what the hell did you do?” the other asks.

“you wanna find out?” suguru almost growls. the group runs off, leaving the first victim on the floor swearing at the air and grabbing at his groin.

“hm. fucking monkeys.” sugu mumbles. “disgusting.” he dissipates the curse and the three of you walk past the man on the floor.

“jesus.” you mutter. “thanks.”

“you’re welcome!” satoru puts his arm around your shoulder and weighs you down.

“you didn’t do anything!” you fake-yell at him.

“yeahuh!” he protests. you shrug off his weight.

“whatever, let’s just go.” you walk ahead again, but this time your two friends split and walk by your side.

“does that happen a lot?” suguru asks you.

“nah.” you reply with a comforting tone, knowing suguru he would get worried. “plus, I’m always either with you two or shoko—no one messes with shoko—and you two are just scary.” the two chuckle.

you knew you were always safe with your two friends especially because they were the strongest. and for the record, satoru standing behind you gave you a sense of security.

suguru patted the top of your head. you think your heart stopped.

you hear amusement in his voice. “that’s good. we’re like your guard dogs.” he smiles.

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#𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘶𝘶’𝘴 #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #satosugu #fanfic #x reader #geto fluff #gojo fluff #fluff

[loveinhawkins]

Steve heads outside at about 10pm, hoping that the frigid night air will wake him up a bit. He’s conscious of the fact that he’s hardly been in the party spirit, trying and failing to stifle a yawn behind the lone bottle of beer he’d sipped at before abandoning it on Robin’s kitchen counter.

It’s less a New Year’s Eve party, he thinks, and more a relieved exhale. An I’m glad we’re all here kind of party.

There’s a swing bench out on the porch, and once he sits down, he kicks the whole thing back with his feet, the movement sending more fresh air his way. It turns his forearms to gooseflesh but does little to banish the drowsiness, as if it’s somehow been waiting all year to be felt…

“Hey,” comes a voice, and Steve startles back to awareness; Eddie is suddenly sitting down beside him. “Thought you’d absconded, Harrington.”

Steve smiles at the word—“You talk like you’re in a book, dude,” he’d teased earlier that evening, when Eddie and Robin were taking exaggerated swills of boxed wine, pretending to be sommeliers. Eddie had adopted a plummy accent, went on about “heady aromas” and “full bodied complexity” until Robin snorted wine out of her nose.

“Ah, Steve, Steve, Steve,” Eddie had said in delight, “that’s part of the fun, darling.”

And it was still delivered in that stupid accent, all part of the game, but it didn’t stop Steve from feeling a glow in his chest that had little to do with the wine they ‘sampled.’

Now Eddie’s voice is back to normal, if a little softer than usual, like he doesn’t want to disturb the stillness out here. “Thought I was gonna have to look for a glass slipper or something,” he goes on, and it takes a moment for Steve, lulled by the gentle cadence of Eddie’s words, to get the reference.

When he does, he snorts. “Bit early for that. But at this rate…” And he yawns again as he speaks, aiming for a self-deprecating shrug. “At this rate, I’m sorta doubting I’ll make it ‘til midnight.”

He’s expecting Eddie to lean into the teasing, call him ancient. But instead he just looks over with a fond smile and says, “I’m not surprised, man.”

Steve scoffs. “It’s not like I’ve really done anything.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Steve gives another shrug. “It’s the holidays, dude, not exactly taxing.”

“Nah, that’s not…” Eddie shakes his head slightly. “You can’t see it, huh?”

“Can’t see what?”

There’s a moment where Eddie just considers him. “Steve Harrington,” he drawls, almost like it’s a little song, like Steve is the one who’s a character in a book. Like he’s someone admirable. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you, like, stop even once. And at first I thought…” He tilts a little closer on the swing, making it creak. “Like, ‘oh, that’s just how he is when the world’s ending’, right? But no. You’re like that all the damn time.”

Steve is far too tired to work out what ‘like that’ even means. He chuckles quietly, rubs at one of his eyes. “And, what, I can’t even keep going to see in the new year?”

“Eh, time’s a construct.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Steve says with absolutely no bite to it. “Midnight countdown is the one time when it matters.”

“Well.” Eddie nods his head as if to say fair point. “We could time travel.”

Steve smirks. “Oh, yeah? You park the DeLorean somewhere?”

Eddie grins. “Nope. It’s—” He stops, smile fading just at the corners, like he’s suddenly a little shy. “Okay, it’s kinda stupid. Like a family thing, I guess.”

“Lucky for you that I like stupid,” Steve says lightly—doesn’t really know how to say that he secretly loves hearing about quirky family traditions, sometimes feels like he can live vicariously through them.

(The last New Year’s Eve he’d spent with his parents had been in New York, and when they were getting a cab back to the hotel, his mom had said that he couldn’t fall asleep because they were sharing the ride with some business partners; it would be embarrassing. He’d spent the journey pressing his forehead against the cold condensation on the car window, fighting sleep.)

“So,” Eddie says, “every year since I was, like,” he gestures with his hand comically low, nearly touching the ground, “Wayne always let me stay up for New Year’s, and it blew my tiny mind ‘cause I was never tired. At all. And then, I think I was, what, ten…? Something like that. And I figured it out.”

“What?”

Eddie leans forward conspiratorially. “Sneaky bastard wound all the clocks forward.”

Steve laughs and laughs. “I love your uncle.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but he’s smiling. “Yeah, yeah, he’s something else.” Then he softens. “We did it tonight, before I came here. Early midnight countdown.”

And there’s a weight to that, like Eddie can hardly believe that he got to be there, to see the tradition continue.

Then Eddie blinks, and the heaviness is gone. “How about it, Harrington?” He pushes back his shirt to reveal his wristwatch. “Wanna try it?”

Steve smiles. “Sure.”

And he watches as Eddie fiddles with the watch until it reads as being a minute before midnight; and it’s silly, he knows they're not really time travelling, but he can’t help feeling that there’s some magic involved anyway. Like there’s suddenly a little pocket of the world that’s just their own.

They count down from 10, and then Eddie does a hushed imitation of fireworks going off, which makes Steve laugh again.

“Hey, Eddie,” he says. “Happy New Year.”

And suddenly it sounds like more than that—sounds like we made it and we’re safe.

Maybe Eddie hears all that, too, because there’s a sheen to his eyes that can’t entirely be blamed on the Christmas lights. “Yeah. Happy New Year, Steve.”

They stay put in comfortable silence. Eddie starts to rock the swing slowly with one foot, back and forth, and Steve knows that he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it—probably is hearing a song in his head that he can’t help but follow the rhythm.

And at some point Steve finds that he’s catching himself on the brink of dozing, then pulling back. His eyelids keep…

The softest laugh, somewhere very close. “Oh, Steve,” Eddie sighs, and Steve can hear him smiling, can hear the fondness shining through. “There you go, big guy.”

And his head is tilting down, down onto Eddie’s warm shoulder.

“Glad you’re here,” Steve just about manages to say.

Through a dreamy haze, he feels a hand brush across his forehead; an arm around him, so he doesn’t fall. “Ah, sweetheart. So glad you’re here, too, you’ve got no idea.”

And then he’s melting into sleep, right through the gentlest turning of the page from one year into the next.

#steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie

[burntheedges]

Maintenance Request: Chapter 8

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 2.7k

a/n: happy Friday! time for lunch 👀 thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕 chapter tags/warnings: fluff, banter, drink & food mention, flirting, flirting with intent

Chapter 8

Monday, October 14 Eighth week of the semester

You didn’t have to wait long for your chance to ask Joel about that raincheck for lunch. The following Monday you were walking towards your second favorite spot on campus, lunch in hand, when you quite literally ran into him again as he came around the corner of a building.

“Whoa there, darlin’.” He steadied you with both hands on your elbows and somehow neither of you fell, spilled, or dropped anything, for once. “You alright?” He smiled and squeezed your elbows gently. You bit your lip and nodded. “Off somewhere?”

“Off to eat my lunch, actually. Want to join me?” You gestured at where he had a plastic takeout bag hanging from his fingers. 

He grinned. “That would make my day, darlin’. Where are we headed?” He turned and fell into step at your side.

“You know the area with the tables, over by the psych building?” He nodded. “I like to eat there sometimes. My favorite place tends to get overrun with students during the semester.” 

“Most spots on campus do.” 

You laughed and nodded as the two of you turned into the aforementioned area with tables, nestled into a corner with some nice trees behind the psych building. “So, how have you been since you fixed my shelf? Any interesting maintenance requests?”

Your question seemed to amuse him, but he also seemed to hesitate before answering. “No, nothing much. I’ve mostly been down in the office.” 

“Well, I can relate to that.” You thought of your long day of grading yesterday. “Sometimes I think I live in mine, and just visit my apartment.” He sat down across from you at the small metal table and arranged his lunch next to yours. “Where were you headed before I interrupted you by actually running into you? Again?”

He shrugged, and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. “Oh, well, I was actually heading to see if you might like to eat lunch together.” He laughed and dropped his hand to the table. He ducked his head but still caught your eye.

“Oh, so I had good timing then.” You smiled, and were about to say something else when your phone buzzed where it was sitting in the middle of the small table. You both looked down at it, and to your horror, you saw that it was unlocked and Beth’s text was visible on your screen.

bestie (11:52 AM): I see you! is that Hot Construction Asshole I spy there having lunch with you??? 👀

Your face felt like it was on fire as you looked around and found her standing near the music building. You glared as she waved at you before skipping away like the demon she was. 

Avoiding his eye, you groaned and hid your face in your hands. “Joel, I—”

“Hey.” You looked up at his soft tone. Just like the other day in your office, his expression was so gentle it almost hurt. He smiled at you when he caught your eye. “I’ve been calling you the Gorgeous Professor That Hates My Guts to my brother for weeks.” His eyes crinkled with his smile and you couldn’t look away. You weren’t sure what to say but almost against your will words spilled out of your mouth anyway. 

“I don’t hate you, Joel.”

He smirked. “Sure, now you don’t. Maybe you did a few weeks ago.” He laughed as you hid your face again. “Well, according to that text, at least, you seem to think I’m hot.” 

Your face felt warm under your hands. You peeked through your fingers at him again. “And you think I’m gorgeous, huh? But I think I’ll need a new nickname for you. And from you.”

He tilted his head. “Oh yeah?” He held eye contact with you as he seemed to consider your words. “Well, darlin’, let me think about it for a bit. Get it just right.” You rolled your eyes a little but knew your smile was giving away how you really felt about that. “Don’t see why I’d need to change the whole thing, though. You are gorgeous.” You felt his eyes dart across your face like a soft touch as he said it.

Your face was still hot and some sort of feeling welled up in your throat at his declaration. “Let me know when you’re ready with it then.” Your voice sounded strangled, but he nodded. You cleared your throat and changed the subject.

As you ate, you talked about anything and everything — your classes, his work preparing for the fall graduation, and Sarah’s progress with your dissertation. “I swear she’s determined to finish it. Was talking my ear off about those poems you looked at last night.” You laughed. 

“Maybe you’ll learn something.” You smiled as you teased him. 

He laughed, but agreed. “Already have. Never knew a poem could say so much.”

“No? Not a poetry fan?” 

He considered your question. “I wouldn’t say I’m not a fan so much as I don’t have much experience with it. Maybe I could be a fan. I like music, after all, ‘n songs are like poems, right? I want to learn what you see in it.” You hummed in response, smiling a bit at the idea that he’d be willing to learn about it at all. To see it from your perspective. 

“‘You are not alone, the poem said, in the dark tunnel.’”

He tilted his head at you as he finished a bite of his sandwich. “I get the feeling that was from a poem.” 

You smiled and nodded. “Louise Glück. You made me think of it, when you said you never knew a poem could say so much.”

“Right, ‘the poem said.’”

You nodded again. “That, and what it says. Poetry makes me feel less alone. So many people… feeling similar things, writing about it. And feeling things again when they read it. I feel connected.”

You were both quiet for a moment and you could see that he was actually thinking about your words. It was something you took for granted around Joel, you realized. He always listened to you, always took in everything you said before reacting. Always gave you his full attention. The realization made the apology you’d been holding back start to crowd behind your teeth. You cleared your throat and let it out.

“You know, Joel, I really do feel bad about yelling at you, that time with the jackhammer.” He waved his hand as if to wave away your apology, but you persisted. “No, really. It wasn’t your fault, and running into you is way better than an unpleasant surprise.” You smiled at him softly, a little self-conscious now. “Even when I end up spilling coffee on myself or sneezing. Um, a lot.”

Joel was shaking his head. He reached out and touched his fingers lightly to the back of your hand on the table. “Nothing to apologize for, darlin’. I was making a mess of your day, after all.”

It was your turn to shake your head. “I just feel bad that I’ve been thinking so badly of you when you didn’t deserve it. And I can’t imagine what sort of first impression I’ve left, ever since the parking garage.”

Joel’s brow furrowed, and he looked like he was contemplating his response. You nudged his foot with yours under the table to encourage him. He nodded once, seeming to make up his mind. 

He took a deep breath and lowered his gaze. He continued, “well, you don’t have to worry about that. That’s not the first time I saw you.”

You straightened in your seat. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated again. “Over the summer, in the Secret Garden. I was walkin’ past while you were workin’ on a bench. I just… well, I just noticed you. You looked so, um, so beautiful, in the sunlight, but it was the way you were studyin’ your book. You were so…” he trailed off, clearly thinking back, avoiding catching your eye. Your brain had caught on beautiful and you heard it echoing in your mind in Joel’s voice. So beautiful.  “So engaged. Same way Sarah gets when she’s readin’, I guess, but um.” Joel blushed. You watched, fascinated. “Looks different on you.” He cleared his throat. “I’m surprised you didn’t catch me starin’, I was so flustered.” You try to remember what day he could be talking about, but there were so many like it — it was your favorite place to work in the summer.

“Then you pulled up in your car that day and I, um, I was so surprised to see you. I thought maybe I was a little too short with you. Resolved myself to do better the next time I saw you, but–”

You groaned. “But that was the time with the coffee.” 

He smiled, a little ruefully, and nodded. “I did offer to buy you more.”

You shook your head. “I wasn’t…” You sighed. “I was embarrassed. I was having such a bad morning, and you were so freaking hot, and I— ugh.” You hid your face in your hands, again. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

You felt his fingertips first, and then his palms as his fingers circled your wrists and gently pulled your hands away from your face. He rubbed his thumbs lightly over the back of your hands, soothing you. When you opened your eyes, his were right there, waiting for you. The emotion you found in his gaze froze you in place.

“You were gorgeous covered in coffee, too.” His tone was serious but you could see the twinkle in his eye as you startled into a laugh. 

“Joel!” You laughed, and tugged on your arms. 

He held you still for just a moment, and his face set into something more serious. “I mean it.”

Your gaze snapped back to his from where you’d been studying the smile on his lips. 

“Did I- did I get the wrong idea, then?” You hesitated, but pushed forward with Beth’s voice in your ear. “Have you actually been flirting with me this whole time, Joel Miller?”

He grinned so wide his eyes crinkled again. “Nice of you to finally notice, darlin’.” He pulled your arms down and held both of your hands on the table. “I wasn’t sure what else I needed to do to get you to pick up on it, aside from just asking you outright.”

You considered him, smiling, and laced your fingers through his. “I think you should.”

“Should what?”

“Should ask me out. Right.” You grinned at your joke and he laughed. 

“Alright then. Darlin’, what do you think about going out with me? This weekend, maybe? Friday? I know a great spot for live music.” He squeezed your hands.

“I’d love to.” For a minute it seemed like you both got lost, holding each other’s gaze. You had just started to consider truly wild gestures — hooking your legs together, possibly even leaning forward to kiss his cheek — when the doors to the psych building behind you slammed open and students started to pour out into the quad. You startled, and he squeezed your hands again in response.

“Damn. That means I have 10 minutes to get back to my office for office hours.” You shook your head. “Sorry, Joel.”

“Let me walk you.” You nodded, and he did. He walked in step with you all the way back to the door of your building, arm brushing against your own. When you arrived, you threw caution to the wind and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “I’ll see you later.” He agreed, and after a moment of what looked like indecision, nodded and turned to head back to his office. You watched him go, smiling.

…

bestie (11:55 AM): ok SPILL (11:55 AM): I SAW YOU (11:55 AM): GIVE ME THE DEETS

you (1:07 PM): omg you’re ridiculous (1:07 PM): he SAW your TEXT (1:08 PM): with the NICKNAME (1:08 PM): ☠️

bestie (1:11 PM): lol oh shit (1:11 PM): what did he say

you (1:12 PM): he laughed and said I have a nickname, too

bestie (1:13 PM): WHAT IS IT

you (1:13 PM): 😳 (1:14 PM): The Gorgeous Professor That Hates My Guts

bestie (1:15 PM): 🤣 (1:15 PM): I'm glad he appreciates you (1:16 PM): and I TOLD YOU (1:16 PM): that man wants you (1:16 PM): BAD

you (1:17 PM): 😳 (1:18 PM): he asked me out (1:18 PM): this weekend

bestie (1:20 PM): FINALLY (1:20 PM): shit (1:21 PM): I really thought I was going to have to do it for you

you (1:25 PM): 🙄

…

That night, you answered a knock at your front door and were surprised to find Ellie and Riley grinning at you on the other side.

“What are you two doing here? It’s Monday.” You stepped aside as they blew past you into the apartment.

“Ellie left a book here yesterday that we need for our project that’s due on Wednesday, and if we come get it tomorrow we’ll never finish it in time,” Riley explained, rolling her eyes at you even as Ellie let out what sounded like a squawk in protest from the other room. 

She poked her head back around the doorframe and scowled. “You didn’t remember it, either.” Riley stuck out her tongue in response. You laughed.

“Alright, well, I assume everyone’s parents know where they are.” Both girls nodded. “Do you want to stay for dinner? I was going to order something.”

Riley nodded. “We maybe told our parents that was the plan, and that we were going to work on our project.” 

You laughed again, shaking your head. “I’ll order a pizza.”

Thirty minutes later you had your grading, their notes, and the pizza box open on your coffee table. Ellie and Riley were curled up on the couch while you were sitting on the floor facing them. They’d been catching you up on the project and their plans for it.

“Will you read over it when it’s done?” Ellie stuffed half of a piece of pizza in her mouth after she asked and you snorted. “Sure, but only if you send it to me before 8pm tomorrow. I’m not reading it if you send it while I’m asleep.” She rolled her eyes but nodded.

Riley looked pensive. “You ever think we have an unfair advantage, asking an English professor to read our essays?” You laughed, shaking your head. It’s not like you were writing it for them – you were just giving them feedback, anyway.

Ellie had finally finished devouring her pizza and suddenly perked up. “Wait, I forgot to ask. How was today? Did you see him?”

Riley looked back and forth between the two of you. “The construction guy? The one you have a crush on?” You sent Ellie an unimpressed look, but she just grinned, unrepentant. 

“Yes, I saw him, and it was fine,” you said, eyes narrowed at your niece. She snorted. 

“Beth said you had lunch with him. And held hands.”

You sighed. “If you already knew why did you ask?”

She grinned at you. “I wanted to hear you tell us what his nickname for you was.”

“I’m going to tell Beth to stop telling you things,” you groaned.

Ellie laughed, loudly. “It won’t work! She’s on my side.” You gasped, pretending to be outraged. It was getting harder to hide your own grin. 

“Your side? I thought you were on my side! My own niece!”

Riley had joined in the laughter now, and they were both grinning at you. You hid your own smile by flopping back onto the carpet dramatically. “I am betrayed!” 

Ellie crumpled a piece of paper and threw it at you. It bounced off your forehead and landed under the couch. “It’s for your own good, you weirdo. At least now we know he’s just as weird as you are.” 

You grinned up at the ceiling, charmed by the thought. “Yeah, maybe he is.”

...

a/n: they did it! :) see you next Friday! prev | next

tag list: @jupiter-soups @ilovepedro @auteurdelabre @katareyoudrilling @anoverwhelmingdin @myloveistoolittle @iknowisoundcrazy @beezusvreeland @screechingphantommaker @bigboiseason123 @joelalorian

The quote in this chapter is from section 5 of October by Louise Glück: 5. It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world. It is also true that I am not competent to restore it. Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.

I am at work, though I am silent.

The bland

misery of the world bounds us on either side, an alley

lined with trees; we are

companions here, not speaking, each with his own thoughts;

behind the trees, iron gates of the private houses, the shuttered rooms

somehow deserted, abandoned,

as though it were the artist’s duty to create hope, but out of what? what?

the word itself false, a device to refute perception — At the intersection,

ornamental lights of the season.

I was young here. Riding the subway with my small book as though to defend myself against

the same world:

you are not alone, the poem said, in the dark tunnel.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fic #maintenance request fic #x reader #JHCGBDM

[specialagentlokitty]

Sherlock/john x reader - you need this

May I request a story with Sherlock and John worried about clumsy reader? Maybe they are just sleep deprived and need a cup of tea and a good long nap? All platonic please. Thank you! - @their-love 💜

Padding into the living room, you stood there without a word.

Sherlock said nothing, but John set his laptop down, and he turned his attention to you.

“Is everything alright?”

“They can’t remember why they came in here, it’s a frequent thing.” Sherlock said.

You shrugged a little.

“Yeah but it’s fine, did I get a parcel today?” You asked.

“Yeah, it’s just over here.”

John got up, making his way to the corner of the room before coming back over.

You were heading to meet him halfway, tripping over your own two feet slightly before regaining your balance, taking the parcel.

“You good?” John asked.

“Huh? Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just tripped?”

You waved your hand dismissively, making your way over to the couch, you bumped into the table, but said nothing as you sat down.

Setting your parcel on the table, you searched around trying to find something to open it with.

“Under the sofa.” Sherlock said.

You reached under, pulling out a box cutter and looked at him confused.

“You left it there the other day.”

“Oh yeah…”

You went to open your parcel and Sherlock set the book down that he was reading.

“You’re not usually this confused (Y/N).” John said gently.

“Eh.” You said.

Sherlock leant back in his chair, carefully studying what you were doing.

“Your hands are trembling, you have dark circles under your eyes. You have walked into everything going so far and you can’t even remember where you left your favourite box cutter.”

“We all forget things sometimes Sherlock.”

He shook his head.

“Not you. For the past three nights I’ve heard you moving about upstairs, then during the day you’re down here.”

John glanced between you and Sherlock.

“You’re not sleeping, are you?” John asked.

You sighed a little.

“I can’t… I don’t know why…”

“Nightmares, excessive caffeine, too much energy, there’s loads of reasons you don’t sleep.” Sherlock said.

You said nothing, and John got up, leaving the room.

Walking over to you, Sherlock took your new books from you, dropping them somewhere else and threw the box across the room.

You went to stand up.

“Ah. No.”

Sherlock placed a hand on your forehead, and pushed you back on the couch.

“You’re not leaving that spot.”

“Here, I’ve got some tea for you.”

John walked over, setting the cup on the table and he sat next to you, patting his shoulder.

“Come on, you need some sleep. We won’t go anywhere right Sherlock?”

You both looked at him.

“Sherlock!” John hissed.

Sherlock walked back over, throwing his hands into the air.

“Fine! I’ll stay here!”

He dropped himself next to you, handing you your cup.

“Drink your tea and sleep.”

“You’re not my father…” you grumbled.

“Then stop acting like a child.”

You smiled a little at him, sipping from your cup.

You kicked your feet up on Sherlock, leaning yourself on John.

“Will you read to me…?” You asked.

“Yeah, of course.” John smiled.

While he read, you drank your tea, and while John read, Sherlock carried on working on something.

Soon enough you fell asleep, but neither of them moved.

You needed this, you needed sleep, and if that meant the pair of them had to stay there with you sprawled across them, that’s what they would do.

Even Sherlock could manage sitting still for a while if it meant his friend getting some much needed sleep

#bbc Sherlock #bbc Sherlock x reader #bbc Sherlock x you #bbc Sherlock imagine

[neopuppy]

“You should call out.” You frown, reaching up to lay the back of your hand against your boyfriend’s forehead. “Still feel clammy.”

Johnny sighs, wrapping around your waist for support to rest his head against yours. “I’ll be fine, need some caffeine is all.”

“I’ll pay for your coffee today boss,” you laugh softly, dragging your fingers through the back of his scalp until he purrs and relaxes into your neck like a sleepy cat. “As soon as these two hurry up, should I text them again?”

“No need!” Jeno’s face appears on your other side, chin pressed to your free shoulder with a grin. “Had to grab extra snacks for my girl.” He pinches your sides, slipping his fingers beneath Johnny’s arms to firmly squeeze your waist. “She works too hard, you know.”

“Also, I couldn’t find my uniform shirt,” Jungwoo adds, opting to move around to your front to lay a kiss against your cheek. “Morning, thanks for waiting.”

“What about me?” Johnny stands up straight, shoving into his side. “Where’s my thanks for waiting? Trying to get us all fired or something?”

“Right right,” he leans up, quickly pressing a peck to your boyfriend’s cheek before running off with a scream to hide in the backseat, too fast for Johnny to grab him.

“Sick,” he wipes at his face, glancing at his watch. “Let’s get going before traffic really hits and we’re fucked.”

“Wait wait wait,” Jeno drags you back to his chest as you open the passenger door, adjusting the weight of his backpack and turning your bodies to throw his bag down in the seat. “Buckle that up for me,” he winks at Johnny.

“Jeno, what’re you doi—“

“Can’t have you distracting boss up there today, we’re on a time crunch afterall.” He nudges you to enter the back, leaving you no choice but to take the middle spot between him and Jungwoo.

“It’s not a big deal.” Johnny says, pulling out from your garage faster than usual, not even allowing for the engine to completely warm up. “She is my girlfriend, I don’t mind when she distracts me.”

“Our girlfriend.” Jungwoo pipes up, unwrapping a peanut butter and honey uncrustable for you. “By the way man, you look like shit today.” He says nonchalantly, peering at your boyfriend through the rearview mirror. “I’d offer to drive but..”

“I’m not letting you drive my car with an expired license.”

“He had a nightmare.” You quietly mention, accepting the snacks Jeno and Jungwoo start to pass you. “Don’t give him a hard time today, he barely managed to get a few hours of sleep.”

“Nightmare?” Jeno scoffs, digging into a bag of gummy worms despite the early AM hour. “Were you two watching scary movies without us?”

“It wasn’t really a nightmare.” He corrects, tapping against the steering wheel to not focus on the perfect view he has of you squished between his two best friends. “Weird dream is all.”

“Was I in it?” Jungwoo asks, throwing an arm over your shoulder with a laugh. “My dreams are weird when you guys show up in them too. Sometimes I’m naked, and sometimes the three of you are naked.”

Johnny puffs out a laugh, eyeing your thighs spaced apart just enough for Jeno to lay his hand right in between and rub his thumb against the smooth sensitive skin there. “I guess you were all there.”

“Huh?” You sit up more, inadvertently leaning into Jungwoo’s side and shifting the hand between your legs higher. “Like us? All three of us?”

Johnny gulps, bouncing from Jeno to you to Jungwoo and nodding slightly. Yes, the three of you, and him, watching just like now.

“Weird dream, huh?” Jeno asks, gripping the top of your thigh harder. “What happened?”

What happened. Johnny thinks about exactly that, watching Jungwoo lick his thumb to wipe a spot of honey from the corner of your lip. What happened.

“I don’t remember much.” Johnny lies, chewing at his bottom lip. “We were alone somewhere, maybe like a cabin, I don’t know. I couldn’t do anything, I was tied up or something, trapped..”

“Were you naked?” Jungwoo asks coyly, wiggling his eyebrows through the mirror.

“Don’t think so.”

But you were, and so were his friends…and he was the only one fully clothed. Johnny sighs, shaking his head. “Shouldn’t have stayed up watching Last House on The Left last night.”

“That’s a good one though.” Jeno raises an eyebrow at him through the mirror, fixing your hair away from your shoulder to rest his head along your collar. “The scene in the woods..”

His gaze doesn’t waver, holding back a mischievous smile as he winks at his friend. Johnny clears his throat, watching the road pass by the closer you approach to work.

“In the woods? Isn’t that when they..” Jungwoo drifts off, lowering his eyes and pouting in thought. “A bunch of guys fucked that girl in the ass?”

Jeno breaks into a laugh, reaching over you to smack him in the shoulder and staying with his chest pressed half onto your frame. “That would be what you remembered, nasty fuck.”

Jungwoo shrugs, shyly smiling and messing with his bangs. “That was the pinnacle point of the movie, wasn’t it?”

Jeno tilts his head back to look at you, batting his eyes teasingly. “What’d you think about that scene?”

He has a tendency to push your buttons, that’s his thing, making others uncomfortable. “It was definitely hard to watch.”

Johnny can hardly hear your answer with the rising thrum of his racing heart, grinding the backs of his teeth together the more he thinks about it. He’d never want you to find out about these persistent thoughts, dreams, fantasies.

You’ve been together long enough to share anything and everything, confiding your inner most hidden desires and thoughts to each other. He’s never had to fear pushing boundaries with you, but would this be too much?

With Jeno’s fingers digging into the meat of your thigh and Jungwoo sniffing your neck to follow his daily routine, raving on and on about how good you smell; it’s never seemed to bother you, this tight knit relationship the four of you have. None of you hide secrets from each other. Johnny’s even convinced himself that if he hadn’t had the chance first, you’d be with one of them instead.

“I dreamt last night that I won the Mega-Millions.” Jungwoo interrupts Johnny’s inner monologue, refocusing his attention on how close the three of you are back there. “Sounds like a premonition to me.”

Jeno laughs, slapping your thigh gently and shifting his gaze back to your boyfriend. “You think that applies to nightmares too?”

Johnny blinks furiously, turning into an empty parking space without giving a second thought to what his friend said. You all watch far too many scary movies, taking the joke too far quite often. Reaching for the door handle, he pauses, thin digits wrap around the back of his neck and softly squeeze his nape. Jeno leans in, scooting closer to the back of his seat once you and Jungwoo have gotten out.

“Sometimes, our dreams show us things we’re not ready to accept about ourselves.” He catches Johnny’s eyes, scratching up the back of his head with a calm expression. “Don’t let it bother you too much, big guy, we all have secrets.”

#WIP #hmmmm

[steddieas-shegoes]

didn't even need a plan

THIS IS A BIG BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR @messessentialist WHO I HAVE HAD IN MY LIFE FOR TWO MINUTES AND IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HER I WOULD DIE. Short Queens rise up (on a stepladder because that's what we need to reach things)!!! I am kissin you on the mouth rn.

Rated T | 1,315 words | tags: meddling, good uncle Wayne, secret established relationship

“How do they not see it?” Dustin asked, turning away from the scene in front of them to look at Wayne.

“I don’t know, son. Sometimes smart people are dumb,” Wayne shrugged.

Their plan was in place for weeks: get Steve and Eddie in the trailer alone together, cut the power, and hope they don’t leave.

Step one was easy. All they had to do was lie to Steve about Dustin needing a ride.

Step two was a little more difficult, but only because they forgot the trailer next door was on the same breaker. Wayne bribed the owners with enough cash to go get dinner somewhere, glad that they didn’t even ask for an explanation when money was being shoved into their hands.

Step three was the problem.

Steve and Eddie hung out all the time. The problem was they never hung out alone.

Dustin watched as they walked from the living room to the kitchen, then Eddie walked down the hall to his room before rejoining Steve by the couch.

“It’s just us I think,” Eddie said.

Dustin had rigged the walkie talkie so it stayed on, his own sitting between him and Wayne on the lowest possible volume so they could hear.

“So not Upside Down, then,” Steve said, sounding relieved.

“Nope, just good old fashioned unreliable power,” Eddie sighed. “We could probably try to flip the breaker. Maybe it was just a short.”

“Yeah. Maybe we give it a few minutes first?”

Dustin smacked at Wayne’s arm, smiling.

“They’re gonna sit down!” Dustin whispered excitedly.

“Calm down. Could be that nothin’ happens,” Wayne whispered back, though he could feel his own hopes rising.

It was hard to see them through the window, but they could see shadows moving to sit on the couch.

“Something will happen. There’s no way it won’t. They almost kissed yesterday and that was with all of us around,” Dustin insisted.

“That’s what you keep sayin’,” Wayne squinted to watch.

“I really can’t believe Dustin didn’t radio to let me know he found another ride,” Steve didn’t sound angry, but he definitely didn’t sound happy.

“I didn’t even know he needed a ride.”

“Do you know who picked him up?”

“Shit,” Dustin said.

“Didn’t think that through did ya?” Wayne asked, smirk audible.

“Nah, he just left. Didn’t really question it. He does a lot of crazy shit,” Eddie explained.

“Right.”

A minute of somewhat awkward silence followed and then someone slapped their knees.

“I’ll go check the breaker? It’s the one right outside to the left?” Steve asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Dammit,” Wayne said, slowly moving away from the window and sitting down against the side of the trailer.

“Maybe he won’t be able to figure it out,” Dustin said, joining him on the ground.

“He’s definitely gonna figure it out. He’s a smart guy.”

“Who? Steve?”

Wayne looked over at Dustin, brows furrowed.

“Yeah, Steve. Why’re you surprised?”

Dustin shrugged.

“Gonna be honest, it doesn’t sound like you think much of Steve’s intelligence, son.”

Dustin’s eyes widened.

“It’s not that! He just isn’t usually quick to fix stuff.”

Wayne’s brow raised, waiting for Dustin to realize how that sounded.

They were interrupted by Eddie’s voice on the walkie.

“No luck?”

“Nope. Maybe we should try to call someone at one of the neighbor’s?” Steve responded, the sound of him sitting back on the couch barely audible.

“Maybe in a bit. Kind of nice just sitting here,” Eddie said.

“Yeah. Kinda tired,” Steve admitted, the sound of cloth shifting on the couch.

Wayne stood and looked through the window, small smile taking over his face before he sat back down.

“What is it?” Dustin asked, just a bit louder than he probably should have.

“Might get what we wanted after all,” Wayne replied with a smirk.

“Really?”

“Take a look,” Wayne waved up at the window.

Dustin looked in, barely containing a childish squeal when he saw what was happening.

Steve was leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder, Eddie’s arm around him, running his fingers up and down his bicep, rings glinting off the little bit of light shining through the window.

“Wayne’s out for the night if you wanna stick around,” Eddie said, softer than he had been all night, softer than he’d been to anyone else maybe ever.

“Are you asking if I’ll stay the night, Eds?” Steve’s voice filtered through the walkie, a bit crackly as if he was barely speaking above a whisper.

Dustin turned to Wayne, eyes comically wide.

Wayne just shook his head.

He had an idea of where this was going.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Been too long,” Eddie just managed to say before Wayne snapped the walkie off.

“Why’d you do that?” Dustin hissed.

“Because we’ve been played and you’re too young to be listening to what’s about to happen,” Wayne said as he stood up. “C’mon, I’ll drive ya home.”

“What?! No! We had a plan!”

“We didn’t even need the plan, bud. C’mon.”

Dustin crossed his arms over his chest and started to argue when the window above them opened and Eddie spoke.

“Mind turning on the power before you go?” He asked, teeth bright white in the darkness surrounding them as he grinned.

“How did you know we were out here?” Dustin asked.

“I could hear the echo of the walkie. Plus, you think Steve didn’t already see you when he walked outside?”

“Don’t sound so smug, Ed,” Wayne laughed.

“What exactly was the grand plan?” Eddie crossed his arms over the sill. “Hope we got bored enough to make out on the couch? Maybe if we thought it was dark enough, we wouldn’t think about who we were kissing?”

“Yes!” Dustin exclaimed, though Wayne remained completely silent.

“And you didn’t think that we do that with the lights on already? Like, for months?”

Dustin sputtered out his best attempt at words, but failed miserably.

“You broke him,” Steve said from behind Eddie, smiling over his shoulder at Dustin and Wayne.

“So. Months?” Wayne asked as Dustin continued muttering incoherently to himself.

“Officially only two. But we first kissed when I was still in the hospital,” Eddie admitted, turning his head to place a kiss on Steve’s cheek.

“But. But. That was five months ago!” Dustin was pacing, kicking up dirt under his feet as he tried to figure out the timing of everything and how he could have missed the most obvious signs. “You’re never even alone that much!”

“We find ways,” Eddie said.

“I work a lot of nights still,” Wayne said to Dustin. “Why didn’t ya say anything?”

“We just wanted something for ourselves for a bit. We’re in this for the long haul and if everyone knew, we’d never find peace to just be together,” Steve said.

“But-”

“Alright, son, let’s get the power on and I’ll take ya home. These two probably want some privacy,” Wayne interrupted, squeezing his shoulder once to get his attention.

Dustin sighed.

“Fine. But you have to tell everyone soon. I can’t keep this a secret for that long.”

“Sure thing, bud,” Steve agreed before turning away from the window.

“You sure you can take him home?” Eddie asked Wayne.

“That’s the only part of the plan that’s workin’ so far, so yeah,” Wayne laughed.

Eddie nodded and waved before closing the window and following Steve.

Wayne walked over to the breaker box and flipped the switch, turning to Dustin and waving him over.

“C’mon. Don’t think we wanna be here in the next five minutes.”

“Gross. They’re like…my dads or something. That’s disgusting,” Dustin gagged as he walked to Wayne’s truck.

“Yeah, well. Maybe you’ll get a new sibling.”

“That isn’t how science works.”

“Yeah, well. We got a whole other world under our feet, kid. I think science is far out of our understanding.”

Dustin didn’t respond.

He didn’t want to even consider Wayne being right.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #drabble #ficlet #gift fic

[achenetype]

better the devil you know. — dealer!ares

pairing: dealer!ares x reader

content/warnings: suggestive content, no sex in this one sorry but i do have a sequel planned, age gap, modern au, reader's parents are implied to be abusive, ares drives recklessly, Inappropriate Thigh Touching (TM), drug mentions, dealer!ares

listening to: home by daughter

In hindsight, you should have gone to a college further away from your hometown. It would have been harder for your parents to convince you to come home if you weren’t living forty minutes away.

It would have been easier, actually — easier because you could have been hanging out with your friends, studying and drinking and smoking, instead of sitting with your back pressed against your door while your parents fought in the kitchen down the hall.

Jesus fucking Christ, your mother yells, muffled by the door, you don’t even care about this family!

You can’t hear what your father says in response, but the crash of a plate shattering against the wall makes you jump. Your hands shake as you pull your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your contacts until you reach the last number.

“Hey, kid,” Ares’ voice crackles through the speakers of your phone. “What’s up?”

Another thud sounds against the wall. You let out a shuddering breath, clutching your phone in your hands. “I, uh—I need, like, a favor,” you say.

You can almost hear Ares raising an eyebrow through the phone. “A favor?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I need—are you at your apartment?” You chew on your lip, pulling your sweatshirt tighter around your body. “Cause my—uh, things aren’t the best at my place right now,” you say.

Ares sighs, the sound made crackling by the speakers. “Thought you were at school?”

“I went home for the break,” you say. Another piece of glassware smashes against the wall; the sound crystallizes in your mind, piercing and terrible. Tears well up in your eyes.

You flinch and gasp, pressing your back against the door. “My parents—they, uh, they’re fighting, again.”

Ares clicks his tongue. “Shit, angel.” The sound of a lighter flicking on rasps through the phone and you squeeze your eyes shut.

This is the worst idea in the history of bad ideas. Ares isn’t a friend—he’s something different. Your dealer, yes. A smoke buddy. And sometimes, sometimes, there’s this weird tension between the two of you—this energy that makes your stomach turn and your head spin.

But asking him a favor like this…it could ruin everything.

“Can you,” you say, “can you, um. Come pick me up?” You bite your tongue as Ares lets out a slow exhale.

You’re about to retract your request when he says, “Send me your address.”

“Huh?” You blink, your breath catching in your throat.

“Send me your address,” Ares repeats. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”

It feels like the air has been sucked out of your lungs. “Okay,” you breathe. “Okay.”

You’re not sure whether he hangs up or you do.

A few taps at your screen later, and a location pin pops up on in the black space of your messages.

You slowly stand up, still leaning against the door. The world feels like it’s moving in slow motion as you grab your backpack and absently start to fill it. Clothes. Your wallet and keys. The last dregs of the weed that you’d bought from Ares a few weeks ago.

You slide the panel of your window open, wincing at the scrape of metal on metal. You were used to sneaking out, but your legs had never shaken like this before—you’d never been running from something. You’d always been trying to get to somewhere, never away from it.

You step out onto the roof and shuffle to the edge of it, shimmying down the fire escape and jumping down to the pavement. Rain soaks through your sweatshirt as you walk around to the front of the building, dampening your skin and hair and chilling you to the bone.

You’re sitting on the sidewalk when Ares’ car—a battered Jeep—pulls up. You hear the door slam before you see him, but he kneels in front of you and gently brushes your hair out of your face.

“Hey, angel,” he murmurs. “C’mere. Up you go. Let’s get you inside.” His hands are warm and strong, pulling you to your feet, and his arms bracket your chest as you lean against him. “C’mon, angel. In the car.”

You nod numbly, stunned from the cold and the fear swirling in your chest. Ares’ eyes are dark as you climb into the passenger seat of his car and pull your knees to your chest. He tosses your bag into the backseat.

“Thank you,” you mumble.

Ares looks over at you and sighs, turning the key in the ignition. “‘S nothing.”

You tuck one soaked piece of your hair behind your ear as he pulls away from the curb. Cold air wafts through the air conditioning, making your sweatshirt stick uncomfortably to your chest and your arms. Your legs, exposed by your shorts, pebble with gooseflesh as you shiver and shift in the seat.

Ares’ eyes snap from the road to you, up and down, and one of his hands slides from the steering wheel to rest in the empty space between the two of you.

Despite the AC, it is suddenly and dizzyingly warm in the car.

Ares’ hand wavers in place for a split second before moving again, settling against your bare thigh. His thumb draws small circles on the flesh of your thigh as he drives.

“You okay?” he says, low and rough, not taking his eyes off the road.

You nod. “Mm-hmm,” you murmur. Your legs part even more, shifting your hips up slightly, and Ares’ grip on your thigh tightens.

The tension in the air was so thick you could have cut it. Your eyes flick from Ares’ hand to his face, back and forth, and the car speeds up as he merges onto the highway.

“Hold on,” he says, maybe more to himself than to you—his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh. You can feel a bruise forming under the skin, and the thought makes you just the slightest bit wet.

Just a little. You’re not that depraved.

Ares slides his hand higher, his fingertips grazing the seam of your torso and your leg, and you shudder as he slips a hand under the hem of your shorts.

Against your better judgement, you spread your legs that extra inch and lean back.

“[Y/N],” he says. “Tell me not to do this.”

“What?” You blink and look over to where Ares is white-knuckling the wheel. The speedometer on the car ticks up—Ares had already been speeding, but now it reads eighty, eighty-five. Ninety. You feel gravity pressing your back to the leather seat.

“You need to tell me to stop touching you,” he says lowly. “If you don’t want this, tell me no.”

You bite your lip. Oh.

“We can’t do this, angel,” he says, still pressing the gas pedal down. Ninety-six. Ninety-seven, eight.

“What if—what if I want you to?” The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them. Your heart batters against your rib cage. Ninety-nine.

Ares takes an exit—you're going too fast to see the sign—and leans on the brake, stopping just short of the crosswalk. The momentum throws you forward.

His hand moves from your thigh to rest across your collarbone, holding you back from hitting the dashboard.

"We're going to my place," he says roughly. "And we're gonna finish all this." He gestures with his free hand in the space between you and him.

You lean forward, so sweetly, and press a short kiss to Ares' lips. "I look forward to it," you say softly.

When the light turns green and Ares' eyes flick back to the road, you sneak a glance at his legs. Something satisfied and a little giddy curls up inside your stomach when you see that he's hard in his jeans.

#— ash’s writing! #ares pjo #ares pjo x reader #ares x reader #dealer!ares #reader insert #x reader #fem reader #female reader #Spotify #suggestive content #drug mention #weed mention #WHEEEE DEALER ARES LETS GO #hes in my brain literally all the time #next up is the road head + they fuck nasty fic

[katesmemes]

feel free to change any pronouns, etc.

“C’mon now, [Name], lets keep moving.”

“It’s always just been me and [Name].”

“I need you to tell me everything that happened.”

“That’s a lot of money to owe…”

“Just what did you get yourself involved in?”

“Are you in town for a business trip, maybe?”

“Well, when your own life is that dull, you need to get your excitement somewhere…”

“Now, don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

“This is exactly the kind of behavior [Name] warned me about.”

“She’s just the worst to every girl she perceives as a threat.”

“So… You’re saying I’m not a threat?”

“I know there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

“I have to get back to work.”

“You don’t seem to care whether I’m happy.”

“Curiosity killed the cat…”

“I’m not used to having people around me while I work.”

“Hey, come on, don’t leave me hanging!”

“I’m sorry to add to your plate, but…I really need your help.”

“Are you telling me I should snoop around?”

“Ah, c’mon, a little joke’s never killed anyone.”

“Although it may seem like it, I’m not actually clairvoyant.”

“I’d forget my own head if I didn’t write everything down.”

“The way they look at each other, you can tell it’s the real deal.”

“Maybe it’s because my empathy only goes so far, but… I admire that you’re able to feel for just about anyone.”

“I don’t think I get along with everyone, but some people are worth getting friendlier with…like you.”

“The way you turned that compliment right back around at me, was…masterful.”

“I bet you could make anything look good.”

“Just what could’ve made you empty out your entire bank account?”

“I’ve never seen two people more suited for each other.”

“I need to know I can count on you.”

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“I think my heart stopped beating there for a moment.”

“If you weren’t so pretty, you’d have been out of a job a long time ago.”

“What the hell are you going on about?”

“Always a pleasure doing business with you, [Name].”

“I hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble earlier…”

“I guess the heart wants what the heart wants…”

“Adults can be so…confusing.”

“I can’t believe it all ends here.”

“Thank you for not giving up.”

“I would never give up on you.”

“Come on, you know I wouldn’t let you down.”

“I’m not sure I understand what the plan is here.”

“I enjoy the occasional, artistic endeavor.”

“I feel like I’m in one of those novels I spend my days reading.”

“I just love trying new things.”

“I could not have done this without you.”

“I’m glad I was able to be of some help.”

“Thank you for everything.”

“Hey, just because I read books doesn’t mean I know everything.”

“That’s a lot sweeter than I expected.”

“I do like a happy ending.”

“We could leave together if you’d like.”

“Even the most put-together person could be an absolute mess on the other side of the door.”

“I like to think that, with me, what you see is what you get.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to bring the lights back on.”

“Hey, you look a bit pale…”

“Is everything okay?”

“you’re not scared of the dark, are you?”

“Maybe you need to sit down, huh?”

“You look like you’re about to faint.”

“We’ll figure something out.”

“Maybe don’t mention that to the police.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.”

“I’m…ashamed of the truth.”

“Maybe now you can understand why I care so much about you…”

“I’d really like for us to be more than just friends, [Name]...”

“Promise me you’ll be careful with the information you share.”

“Sorry, I was…distracted.”

“I really need you to focus right now.”

“I don’t want to be here all night, and I’m sure you don’t either.”

“I suggest you tell me everything you know.”

“We all struggle sometimes.”

“There was no point in staying if you were leaving.”

“I’m flattered, but that really wasn’t necessary.”

“You’re the most charming person I know!”

“I’m really glad I have you in my life.”

“Sorry, my mind wanders sometimes.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“I just want them to be happy…”

“What the hell’s going on?”

“You can’t do this!”

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[propertyofwhitney67]

OH BOY ASK PROMPT

*slaps the countertop* can I get uhhh Whitney with the prompts kidnapping and nightmares?

Love your writing!!!

I'll Never Let You Go

M!Whitney x GN!Reader

Prompt Event: Kidnapping and nightmare

Words: 491

Tw: kidnapping

Note: AWE Thank you so much <3

Just another block to go before I got home, just one more and I can finally relax. The sound of a lighter flicking got my attention, “I’ve been waiting for you, slut.” Before I could react, everything went black.

I awoke sometime later, “Huh…?” My head hurt and I was unbelievably tired.

“Good, you’re finally awake.” I recognized that voice…

I tried to sit up, but my head hurt too much and I laid back down. “Whitney?”

Whitney laughed, “The one and only.” He got up from somewhere in the room and sat beside me on the bed, brushing the hair out of my face. I squinted my eyes, the light only making my head hurt more. “Oh, does that hurt?” He asked in a sickly sweet voice, almost mocking. I whined, causing him to chuckle and turn off the lights, “Better?” 

I grunted in response, slowly propping myself up with his help. “Why…?” I asked once I was more comfortable.

“I needed my slut.” He answered simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I shook my head in confusion, only making him laugh. “Don’t think too hard, you’ll hurt yourself.”

My head was pounding and I could barely comprehend what was going on. Whitney took me…why? What is happening?

He’s right, thinking about it hurts too much. “I’m tired…” Truly, I was exhausted and needed rest. I tried to move, only for something to yank on my ankle. I looked up at Whitney to see he hadn’t moved and was smirking. He pulled back the covers, revealing my chained ankle.

“Just a precaution.” Before panic could set in, Whitney pulled the blanket back up and tucked me in. “Get some rest.” I didn’t bother fighting him, only resting my head back on the pillow and letting sleep take me.

I dreamt of an all too familiar cold and hollow place, a place of hopelessness. A small cramped room devoid of life. A man smoking a cigarette with a blurry face and dark hair. Smoke billowing around me, swallowing me whole.

I awoke with a start, the nightmare quickly fading but old feelings remained. Feelings of pain and hopelessness, far too remnant of my old life. Instincts took over and I tried to flee only to fail, the chain keeping me from leaving. I began to panic further when a pair of hands grabbed me, “Y/n.” That voice…

Looking up I was met with Whitney’s face. His stupid, handsome face. I grabbed onto him, feeling like I was going to break. “Don’t make me go back…” Tears formed in my eyes and threatened to fall, “Please, I can’t go back.” I hid my face in his chest while holding onto him tightly.

Whitney looked confused at first but quickly understood what was happening. He hasn’t seen me have one of these in quite some time and he took this perfect opportunity. “I’ll never let you go.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

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[atinylittlepain]

Clementines

college!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy universe

a/n | thank you to darling orange peel anon, there's no warnings on this one, just a lot of love :')

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2005

“Steve, can you peel this for me?”

“Yeah, let me see.” Young knees, small knees, smeared with dirt and an errant band-aid, bend and curve right next to his, sitting down close on the porch step. Late in the day, the sun starting to drip and falter, warm orange melt that’s washing the backyard in syrupy light, the summer heat starting to cool. 

“What’s this about you calling me Steve, huh?” He tries to ask it casual, hands making careful work of the clementine she gave to him, because he knows she likes it when he peels it all in one spiraling go. Mom doesn’t do it like you do, and yes, maybe he likes that a little too much. 

“That’s your name.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m dad too. Always gonna be dad to you, babe.” Her eyes are watching his hands, a quiet mmmmokay, though it’s clear she’s a little more invested in the final flourish of the peel, all in one go. 

“Thank you, Steve.” He tries hard not to sigh at that. 

“Gonna share with me?” 

“I guess.” With all the brass and bluster of an uptight heiress humoring a plebe, though she still offers him a segment, still sitting so close that her elbow is hooked over his knee. They sit in an easy silence for a while, the scent of citrus lingering and mixing with sunscreen, sun-worn after a day outside, lulling in a faint haze of cicada song and shimmering heat. Maybe a little delirious from the sweet simmer, he could swear they’re being joined by angels, a halo of fierce setting sun around them as they tromp through the tall grass toward the porch. 

“Daddy, look what I found!” Sometimes still unsure on her legs, bumbling and brashing and the younger of their pair. She looks just like Andy when she’s excited, he thinks, same smile, same eyes, holding out a small palmful of rocks to show him. Lately, he has gotten very good at getting excited about rocks, oohing and awing, squinting up to Andy, knowing smiles passed between them. They got Violet a rock tumbler at the start of the summer and she seems to find something every day to put in it, lining her polished treasures up on the windowsill in her room. 

“Nice finds, babe, this one is really pretty.” There’s a brief squabble when the older of the pair plucks one of the rocks out of the younger’s hands, little whine, little snit that they’re quick to soothe and smooth. Andy sits down on the other side of him on the steps, presses a quick kiss to the corner of his jaw before producing another clementine from the pocket of her overalls, an easy enough distraction, if you ask nicely daddy’ll peel it for you, Vi. And then the sweetest, smallest, daddy, peel it for me, please, somewhere between question and command, and he’s never saying no to that, not ever. And so Violet stands with small hands on his knees, watching rapt as he makes easy work of the peel, something he already knows he’s going to miss, someday, older, and no longer believing in this easy magic. Andy reaches behind him in the meanwhile, gentle palm between Margot’s shoulder blades and you alright over there? And when Margot answers with an easy yeah, mom, Steve scoffs, just a little dramatic as he hands Violet her clementine, perfectly peeled.

“Oh, so she gets to be mom, but I’m Steve? How you wound me.” Already embarrassing, but he’ll still take it when Margot groans, rolls her eyes, looks like Andy then too, with an ugh, dad. Already too cool for him and yes, if anyone’s asking, he’s dreading the high school years. 

“Will you peel one for me, baby?”

“Do you have an endless supply of clementines in your pockets, or are you just happy to see me?”

“I’m afraid this is my last one, but I’ll share it with you.”

“Well, in that case.” As he’s peeling the third and final clementine, Violet offers the last segment of hers to Margot, a simple enough exchange that still makes his heart swoop in a lovely way, the both of them taking off afterward to go look for caterpillars, one of their few shared passions. 

He and Andy watch their girls roam the backyard as they share the last of the fruit, hands brushing hands, quiet and sweet. Three coiled peels are slumped next to him on the step, all perfect, all in one go. And at first, he isn’t sure what she’s doing, taking his hand in hers, though it clicks, quick, when she places his palm over her stomach, a nervous smile jumping in the corners of her mouth. 

“Really?”

“I think so, took a test this morning.”

“Oh honey.” Wonder, perfect, preening wonder, and he’s already surging toward her to press a kiss dissolving in laughter to her lips, Andy breathing out a haughty we’ve got to stop, two was insane enough, but three? We’re goners, baby and not meaning it, at all, because they’re both smiling so big and nothing but warm, fingers still stained and scented with citrus, whispering love, whispering wonder to each other. 

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1991

“Here, let me, I have a trick for it.” They should be studying, really. Finals loom, just a few more weeks, but the slow creep of senioritis, coupled with a beautiful stretch of weather, is making this last sprint to the finish awfully difficult. It seems like just about everyone is out on the quad today, in various states of undress, tank tops and shorts and bare feet on sprawled-out blankets. Andy lays next to him on their respective patch of grass, on her stomach, bare feet poised and swinging in the air, with her head propped in her hand, eyebrows raising over the tops of her sunglasses. She rolls the clementine she had been picking at into his hand, shifting onto her side to watch him work at it. 

“You know what Eddie told me?’’

“What?”

“He’s not wearing anything under his robe for graduation.”

“Jesus Christ, he’s telling everyone that.”

“I told him I support his endeavors.”

“Don’t encourage him, he’ll just up the ante, and I’d rather not deal with my parents getting flashed by one of my best friends.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Knowing Eddie, I wouldn’t rule anything out.” She laughs, oh please, Steve, still watching his hands as he finishes his work, leaving the peel in one long spiral, a simple pleasure. 

“Hmm, impressive, bet you show that trick to all the girls.” Waggle of her eyebrows, though her snark is softened by her offering half of the clementine back to him. He grins with a sweet sour slice held between his molars, squinting in the bright haze of sun and warmth. 

“Only the ones I really like, honey.” 

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