#And one of the points they'd sass over was the fact that they both had to be dragged kicking and screaming into retirement

[mochacat09]

✨🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹✨

A lil fic of him being confused about feelings for Valentine's Day!!

• Riddle/Yuu(reader)

• Cw: bad grammar, fluff

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There had always been something about Yuu that seemed to draw Riddle's attention instantly. Perhaps it had been because Yuu was a magic-less human who had come from another world? Or that they were now the housewarden of the previously abandoned Ramshackle dorm? Maybe it was the fact that even if they had no magic they were still able to manage on their own when Riddle had overblotted?

It might have even been their utter recklessness that stole his attention...? Yuu was quite the magnet for trouble after all, whether they liked it or not.

At this point it really didn't matter to Riddle. He was just determined to find out what about Yuu was so hypnotic. They were an unwanted distraction to him. Simply put Yuu is an inconvenience that he wants to get rid of.

I mean how in Twisted Wonderland was he supposed to pay attention in the joint classes when you were right there!? And next to him of all places! Often Yuu seemed to guide his eyes to their form by some magic Riddle was sure they possessed. It simply just wasn't fair. And now the strangest of things has happened. He's started dreaming of you.

Even stranger though is that Yuu was so nice to Riddle, even after he overblotted. There was no judgement or fear in their eyes whenever Riddle was near. There was some sass and sarcasm sure, but he still found it ....endearing.

In fact!

They'd often times stop by to say hello whenever they came to Heartslabyul and everytime Riddle's face went red. He wasn't angry with them in the slightest though, quite the opposite really. But he couldn't place his finger on the feeling he got with them. What could they possibly be doing to make him give that reaction? The closest thing is satisfaction when he's around them but even that isn't the right word for it.

Not to say Riddle isn't satisfied with this odd friendship (if he could even call it that). Riddle wants to know them more, to talk to them more, to be around them more. He just wants more. And it leaves him feeling... strange? Riddle felt like he was going manic with this unknown feeling brewing inside him.

So it's perfectly reasonable to invite this enigma to the upcoming unbirthday party!... isn't it? This was purely just to find out why such a trouble marker like yourself was so attention grabbing. That's it! And most times Yuu was there as Ace and Deuce's "Plus one" anyways. So the only difference would be an actual invitation.

He had hand written and delivered the invitation to you personally, much to the shock of Ace and Deuce to see their housewarden invite you. You were shocked yourself, to say the least. It felt much like a surprise party.

It'd be rude to deny such a seemingly heartfelt invitation. Who were you to say no? It was honestly something you were looking forward to as well! (much to Riddle's shock)

Satisfied with their answer Riddle rushed back to Heartslabyul to make sure everything was prepared. As housewarden he took it upon himself to set everything up perfectly for you. After all you were his personal guest and it was the least he could do after the overblot. From making the tea to picking the place, everything was perfect when Yuu arrived! He's the housewarden, it will always be his job to make sure any event looks more then just presentable!

....Much to the dorms confusion when Riddle was much more overbearing when preparing this particular unbirthday party.

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A round table had been set up with a white table cloth draped over it and a parasol blocking the bright afternoon sun. Both had matching hearts and gold lace design seemingly outlining the items.

The table itself had an assortment of treats, courtesy of Trey, and freshly brewed tea. The pastries looked absolutely mouth watering and the aroma of the tea gently wafted through the air instantly relaxing you when you stepped into the garden.

Right the gardens! The loveliest place in all of Heartslabyul. The mix of white and red roses was immaculate. It set a beautiful scene. If you didn't know any better you'd have thought this was a date.

Secluded area for a private meeting? Well, as secluded as a few feet away from the rest of the party possibly was.

Check!

A red faced Riddle at the sight of you?

Yup!

It was all perfectly set up and going to Riddle's plan.

Well...

Almost...

If it wasn't for Ace, Deuce and Grim watching from behind a rose bush. They'd insisted on seeing what Riddle needed from you. It wasn't like Riddle hadn't noticed them, he just chose to ignore him the instant he saw Yuu. Though it did annoy him a bit that everyone else enjoyed the party while they, as usual, were in things they didn't need to be.

In all honesty Yuu hadn't looked any different from earlier. The only difference was the change of scenery, but Riddle couldn't help feeling breathless when he saw them. He felt a lump in his throat and became hyper aware of every move he did.

You sat down and grabbed a tart as Riddle began talking.

"Y-yuu," Riddle momentarily cringed at his voices' waver, "Thank you for accepting my invitation earlier. I have something of the important to discuss with you."

"Geez, when you say it like it gets me nervous! What dumb shenanigans did our favorite duo get into this time?" You took this opportunity to glare at your friends who were still behind the hedges.

"Nothing this time, though Ace did forget it was his turn to care for the hedgehogs," You could see Ace cringe from the corner of you eye. You chuckled as Riddle's voice pulled you back to the conversation at hand. "No, I invited you for a different reason."

He went quiet for a minute, but to him it seemed like forever as he racked his brain for things to say. He sipped his tea, then finally he continued. "I can't seem to understand you. No matter how much I observe you it always leaves me confused. To an annoying degree at that," He muttered the last part under his breath.

"So, I'd like to invite you to hang out with me for the remainder of the party. So we can get to know each other better and I can finally understand what about you makes me curious!" He smiled as if it was a completely normal thing to say. For the most part it was, and you weren't too opposed to spending time with Riddle either. You were just curious as to what brought this on.

You shrug and laugh as you say, "Alright, but I'd better be getting a first class experience as the housewarden's plus one!"

Riddle in response, only blushed with a nod. He might have murmured a small 'Of course' but it was hard to tell. Your jaw dropped at that since you were merely teasing and didn't expect it to be taken seriously. The ever present whispers of the trio behind you both also hushed a bit.

Riddle cleared his throat, seeing how everyone was caught off guard. He stood and with a smile held out his hand to you albeit a bit awkwardly. "Shall we? It's time for the activities after all!"

You grab his hand with a smirk almost as devious as Ace's, "I'd be delighted!" Seems at least one of you two have figured it out.

[makriiii]

Caught Ⅲ (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 3.1k

Authors notes: Sorry for the slow uploads. Btw, when I copy-paste this from my notes app, tumblr double spaces my paragraphs and I'm too lazy to change it. 😭

Warnings: 18+, angst, & cursing.

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Caught Ⅲ

The land around you briskly faced a blanket of darkness as the sun had just set, the colors had kept you busy for just a stint, longing for them as they faded into deep shades of gray and blue.

People were now rekindling their fires from the night previous, preparing for dinner, a preparation you didn't need to worry yourself with, as much as you wished you did.

Keiran was across from you, and despite being part of your gang, you hadn't exchanged many words. He never did seem too fond of the gang.

Neither of you conversed, not only due to the fact that he tried desperately to distance himself from being an O'Driscoll, but because everyone in camp would also be part of the conversation.

With Keiran ignoring you, and Dutch's gang shunning you, you may as well have been the naughty kid who sat in the corner with a dunce cap on.

The only thing that kept your sanity was finding out that, Arthur, so you came to know, had taken your horse with him that day.

With nothing to do but sit defeated, you zoned out, staring at your horse. The thoughts of escaping with her danced around in your head.

Revenge didn't even cross your mind, in fact, at this point you were willing to let it all go, so long as you had your horse.

Rival gang members came and went, gawking at both of you like zoo animals. At one point, a lady who seemed personally victimized by Keiran had come and dropped food on him.

You were slightly taken aback by her actions, you were hoping it wasn't just for the fact he's an O'Driscoll, otherwise you felt you'd be next.

It was clear you weren't welcome despite being forced to stay and by all means you were happy to leave if they'd allow it. You'd even take Keiran along as well, but they had no such plans.

Out of all the people who roamed before you, your eyes met with one, much to your despair.

You had had enough of the man over these past days when he would check on you, once or twice each day, occasionally giving you water but only teasing you with food.

He kept to asking you and Keiran both, where on earth Colm was, and on that earth, you couldn't give him the darndest of answers.

Each time threatening to rid of both of you right here and there every time you gave him the same answer.

He was no man to play games with, but you still played them. He threatened it but never did actually point the barrel of his gun at you again. You shivered as a small ache crept from your arm just thinking about it.

With the eye contact you regrettably made, Arthur finally decided he'd saunter over and have a friendly little chat with you.

You shifted your weight uncomfortably, your arms and shoulders hurting with every second you didn't stay still.

He seemed to have this look in his eye that you couldn't quite place.

"I reckon it's time to change that bandage of yours." He commented, half gesturing for your arm before looking down and reaching into his satchel.

You didn't want him to touch you, hell, you didn't even want that stinking man anywhere in your sights.

"No, please. I'd rather it get infected so god can take care of it instead." You dismissed, kicking out your leg in an attempt to wave him off since you couldn't use your arm to do so.

He snickered as he crouched down beside you, moving for his knife, and to your surprise, he started cutting at the ropes that kept you tethered to the tree.

"That'd be a good few weeks of worse pain before it finally took you, pain I can just save you from now."

"There's a lot you could've saved me from, not being a poor aim on the day you shot me would've been it." Jeering at him with sass.

Any relief you would have felt from the breakage of your bounds was cut short as you hissed out a gasp of pain.

His large, calloused hand wrapped and dug in just above your wound.

Your instinctual reaction had your right hand balled into a fist and swinging around into a hook that landed sweetly on the side of his face before you could do anything about it, or so that's what you claimed.

It caught him off-guard, taking him a second to react, by which he squeezed your arm even harder and reached for your other wrist in a tight, abrasive grasp.

You cried out while he manhandled you. "Fuck- quit grabbin' me like that, you big brute!" You stirred under him, but he kept you still in an almost a perfect manner.

The whole commotion caught everyone's attention, their turned heads held looks of confusion and surprise.

"Im tryna help your ass, woman." He snarled, keeping you from jerking around. "Hold damn still before I save myself the trouble instead."

You looked away, mumbling a curse under your breath. By no means did you relax, but you stopped fidgeting, he cautiously let go. His eyes burned holes through you as he did.

Suddenly, he reached for your buttoned shirt, you flinched back in befuddled surprise.

"Just what the hell do you think this is?" You demanded, fully desiring to line up another fist to his face, if it wasn't for the control he had over you with clasping your arm.

"Your sleeve doesn't roll up that far. Didn't I tell you to hold still?"

You felt overwhelmed with rage, and worst yet, you couldn't do anything about it.

"Don't look at me like that, how else do you think I took care of this for you before?" He adds, leaving you in silence.

A man undoing your shirt wasn't the problem. The man doing it, was.

"I was hoping you had left me in the care of one of the more dignified ladies here."

"You wandered off so far from where we camped, you would've died before then." He counters, shaking his head.

"And I would have thanked you, if you left it at that." You stayed arguing, but slighted your head up, giving him easier access to your buttons.

His eyes flickered from your face and to your shirt for a moment at your small gesture.

"Left it at that? Nah, I couldn't let you get away with all that money." He takes a moment, unbuttoning your shirt half way, exposing most of your bra.

It was enough to get your arm out but not leave much to the imagination.

"I was hopin you'd know more than your buddy, yet, neither of you annoying shits seem to recall jack all." He nagged, giving you a stern look before returning his gaze to your arm.

You couldn't say much in return when you felt him pinch and prod at your arm, needles running through your body.

You groaned your hurt, though he didn't seem to care much.

"Don't punch me again, y/n. I ain't beyond hittin' a lady like you."

You gave him a dismissive, smug look, shrugging your shoulder through the aching and burning he inflicted on you.

"I'll just skip that part and put a bullet through your other arm instead," he halts his medical measures and grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks in a firm grip. "You understand me?"

You shook your head away from his grasp, a small, childlike and petty desire to jab at him grew inside you.

"You sure feel me up a lot for someone who hates O'Driscolls so much." Your lips curl upward into a mischievous smile.

He raises a brow, leaning away from you, scoffing in disbelief.

"I'd prefer much anything over you, O'Driscoll." He gripes, returning back to your wound, unraveling the old bandage.

"Yeah, I can see that, considering you have me almost half undressed." You did your utmost to keep from looking at your wound, instead keeping your eyes on Arthur's face. His eyes kept strictly at your arm, never faltering as he lazily slathered on some sort of ointment.

"You're full of yourself. I wouldn't be doin' this if I didn't need to." He shakes his head.

As he finished with the fresh bandage, his hands finally had stopped poking you, leaving your arm in peace and an onset of relief.

"You know, I was thinkin' bout feedin you tonight," his words brought you back to how starving you were.

"Can't say I'm feelin' so kind now." His hand found the side of his face, his fingers inspecting the welt you had inflicted on his cheek.

Your stomach found his words utterly strangling, but begging him was out of the question.

"Dead people can't tell you where Colm is."

"So, the answer comes to you if you're fed?" His eyebrow shoots up, sarcasm plastered all over his freshly punched face.

"I can give you my best guess if you feed me." You explained, irritation being the entire undertone of your statement.

"You think guesses are gonna get you fed? Huh, girl?"

"That, or I simply wont have enough energy to think much on Colm." You cajoled, your smirk slowly returned.

"Careful with that mouth of yours, it's gettin' real tiresome." He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Yours reached that point way long ago." You fired back, his face now full of frustration.

"Glad to hear you're not hungry, O'Driscoll." He griped, returning rope to your wrists.

You full well expected it, but having them back on so soon displeased you beyond words.

Once he tied you up good, he got back up without a word and promptly left back to camp, leaving you alone on your tree once more.

You leaned your head back, wondering just how much longer they'd leave you tied up before they acted on their word of killing you both.

Minutes passed as you felt your eyelids get heavy, you didn't want to sleep, not until at least everyone else, but being tired, starving and having been shot only a few days ago left you exhausted.

"Don't you fall asleep yet, y/n." That man's voice chimed. You grimaced at his return.

The front of him was shadowed in contrast to his backside, which faced the camps fire light. You couldn't quite see what he held as he made for you.

"Couldn't get enough of me, huh?" You teased with a straight face, irritation filling you once more.

"You would like if I couldn't, wouldn't you?" A shit eating grin spread across his face at his own comeback.

You scoffed in response, staring him up and down as he got closer and to your surprise - the smell of food wafted into your nose.

Your whole body jolted with excitement, though, you couldn't tell just why he decided on feeding you.

He unties your wound-free arm, but hesitates when handing you the bowl in his hand.

"What?" You ask, looking up at him, his large frame towering over you.

"Say please." He demands, an evil look on his face.

"You're crazy. Now hand it here."

You reach for it but he pulls it away.

"Just say please, O'Driscoll." He laughs, taking a step back to avoid your waving arm.

"Quite actin' a fool and just give it to me." Your voice tightened with anger, your hunger almost possessed you into fighting him for it.

"Didn't anyone teach you manners? Please aint that hard to say."

"It is when the man you're saying it to is the same one that shot you. Now-" You reach again, your hand finally collecting the soup filled bowl.

You glanced back up at him, almost in shock that he actually let you grab it.

"Alright, alright, but next time, I expect some manners, O'Driscoll." He grins, knowing this set you off.

Next time? Next time, really? Your face furrowed with disbelief. "I'm happy you're an optimistic man, Arthur, but next time'll be in your dreams."

"Don't get too cocksure, darlin'."

"You know, you look pretty good when your face has a big red mark on it from my fist." You commented, shuffling in bites as you spoke.

"Really? Well, I think you also looked pretty good tied up all these days." He countered, the smile he had on his face ever growing.

That smile, on that nasty man. You hated it.

"Leave me to finish my food in peace."

He hums in consideration. "As much as I'd like to, you aint tied back to the tree."

You glower at him, desiring to eat slower so you could spend more time to rest your rope burned wrists, but ridding yourself of his presence felt more important.

You stayed silent as you finished the rest of your food, which didn't take long, tossing the dish to his feet and laying back on the tree so he could re rope you.

"That's what I like to see from you, O'Driscoll." He nods with approval.

You ignore him, your pride hurt with every moment more you had to give into this man and his crook gang.

He ties you back up and returns to the heart of camp.

It wasnt long before you finally dozed off.

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(Set after the scene when Keiran gets interrogated.)

You sat petrified, still as the tree behind you, gelding tongs. They pulled down his pants for it too, if Keiran hadn't spoken up, you feared you'd be subject to it as well.

Goosebumps had crept up your back just thinking about those searing hot metal peices anywhere near your barren skin.

Keiran had finally come up with something.

Six point cabin.

You recalled having been there a few times, but was Colm up there? Your guess was as good as Keirans unless he actually was sure of it.

Arthur finally released Keiran from the tree, pushing him to the direction of the horses, then he came to you.

"You get to join us too, O'Driscoll." A small sinister smile creeps on his face, cutting through your ropes. "You better hope he's not trickin' us."

"Either way, if I'm rid of you, it's fine with me." He finishes, pulling you to your feet, guiding you to his mount.

"I'll get the most joy out of that, I reckon." You affirmed, somewhat stumbling as he releases you.

"Whatever you say, princess." He chuckles, closely following you.

Arthur calls out to a John and Bill, telling them just what's about to happen.

Keiran and a man with a nasty scar on his face were mounting, if you had to assume, the name John seemed best to suit him.

The other - Bill who had to be the man that threatened to 'geld' Keiran, coincidentally the one who also ratted on you that not so faithful day.

As you reluctantly walked along, you passed your steed you so woefully desired to mount instead, your ticket out of here. But Arthur quickly dismissed the thought for you, pushing you to his horse instead.

You gave him a hard stare in return, frustrated with his shoving.

"We're gonna pay your buddies our respects." He announces, entirely unconcerned.

"They taking us to Colm?" Questions John, steering his horse away.

"That's what he says." Arthur attempted to lift you up but you wave away his hands and pull yourself up instead, as much as your arm protested in agony.

Keiran stuttered out his assumption on where the cabin and Colm was, they pushed their horses in the opposite direction of camp.

Arthur mounted on after you, and for the first few moments you chose to hang on to nothing, however as if he knew, he kicked his horse to a trot, prompting you to grab at his sides.

Even underneath his layer of clothing, you could feel his heavyset build that helped keep you steady. Looking him up and down, a shiny metal caught your eye.

You were captivated at the sight of your revolver, missing the feel of it at your side and in your palm whenever you saw fit.

He had taken your gun as if you weren't still alive to be the owner of it.

You clenched your jaw, angry at everything and now finally riding to your more likely than not demise, worse yet, possibly executed with your own gun.

He kicked his horse into a lope, leaving you clinging to his sides firmly.

He turned to look over his shoulder at you, clearly in response to your tightened grip.

A small smirk crossed his lips before peering back to the trail up ahead.

The rest of the entire ride consisted of Keiran condemning O'Driscolls, bickering and directions shouted from you and Keiran.

It didn't take very long at the speed in which you rode, though you feared slipping off everytime you didn't have a good hold on Arthur.

You approached a small hill, Keiran confirmed the destination upon arrival.

"Okay, off your horses." Arthur draws back the reins. "Let's go." His voice now low in tone.

He jumps off and you follow suit shortly after, sliding off the back of his horse.

John reminded you and Keiran as you snuck forward, that he was keepijg his eye on you. Although you felt Arthur had beat him to it, he stared daggers at you as you crept along with the rest of them.

"I ain't gonna shop you now, come on." Keiran assures. "That'd be suicide."

"You'll die, boy. But you'll lose your balls first." Warned Bill, his gravelly voice blunt as could be.

Bill wasn't a man you wanted to be too close to with threats like that, so you kept closer to Arthur.

"Jesus christ…" Keiran murmured under his breath.

The lot of you kept low as you came to a ridge overlooking the cabin.

Keiran gave the rundown, confirming they were in fact armed, drunk and not fond of strangers.

Colm would be in the same way, just in the comfort of the cabin, which you agreed on.

Unlike Keiran's declared opposition, the O'Driscolls were a gang you rode with for a good while and despite Colm's nasty behavior, you felt a large sense of betrayal. Betrayal or your life, as it was now.

Your thoughts interrupted by three men emerging from the small cover of young trees, conversing about something miniscule and not far from earshot.

Suddenly Keiran was grabbed by John, a gun to his head and a hand over his mouth.

Arthur followed suit, pulling you into him, losing your balance with his sudden pull, your own gun held to your head and any potential cries for help blocked by his rough hand.

The now non existent barrier betwen your back and his chest was closed, you could feel each breath and each nervous heart beat agaisnt you.

[ofhalleys]

[cis female, she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [HALLEY COOPER]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [KATHERINE MCNAMARA]. You must be the [TWENTY-SEVEN] year old [NURSE]. Word is you’re [EMPATHETIC] but can also be a bit [HOT-HEADED] and your favorite song is [BAD HABITS - ED SHEERAN] I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

tw drugs, tw panic attacks, tw anxiety

Halley was born to a mother that simply couldn't take care of her. With a mother addicted to drugs, life was difficult. After finding out she was pregnant, she went to rehab, got her act together, and had Halley happily in the rehab center, but the minute she got out, she went right back to her old ways. In fact, when she was born, her name wasn't even Halley. She couldn't tell you today what it was, and she didn't want to ever know. Before her first birthday, she was put into foster care, a life that no little baby should have to deal with. A young gay couple received their adoption papers signed and approved only a few weeks earlier when they got a call about Halley. At the time, the orphanage wasn't calling her by a name, she was just "Baby X". They hadn't felt the need to keep the mother's choice for the name, as she'd only decided on it after she'd gone back under the wagon.

The two men, Brian and Camden Cooper had been married for three years at this point, and dreamed of having a child of their own. They'd hoped for a kid with red or dark brown hair, to match either one of them. When they heard about Halley, they couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet her. Her bright red hair matched Camden's perfectly and she had Brian's eyes. It was a perfect match. They rushed to the orphanage to meet her and she instantly took to them, not wanting them to leave. After they did, she cried and cried, and cried. After what felt like months, Brian and Camden adopted Halley and brought her into their home. Both of them met and bonded over their mutual love of astronomy and the stars, so they couldn't help themselves and named her Halley, after Halley's comet. She was the absolute apple of their eye.

Halley grew up loving both her dads. She knew nothing else. Even when they told her about her past, she refused to listen. She had no desire to know. During school, she was an excellent student, always wanting to help everyone, feeling really protective almost instantly. But that was a problem in itself. Because of her protective nature, sometimes, her anger and sass would get the best of her. She was always the one to instigate a fight because someone said something rude to one of her friends, or even to a random stranger in the hallway. This very quickly became a problem, resulting in her dads having to come into school often to deal with her behavior. Halley never meant to hurt anyone, and never did. It was always her words that hurt others. She was just trying to take care of people close to her. School from then on became a struggle. She was given accommodations for classes, and tests, because she'd get incredibly frustrated easily, lashing out, at either the test, or herself, causing her to cry and have full blown panic attacks. Halley hated being limited in her abilities and being told she might be just a little bit different.

Despite the stress that school then began to cause her, Halley made it through with grades no one expected her to. She went to medical school, became a nurse, and never looked back. This way, she could help people and if any patients got out of line, she'd been given permission to be the one they send in to help. Halley adored it. Life was good.

Because of her fathers, she has a fondness for space too, and probably knows way too much of it.

Personality: Halley is a good friend, really. She's very kind and protective of you if she likes you. But she's got a bit of a temper, and is known to get very quickly frustrated if things bother her. Her fathers tease her about it and say that it's because of her fire red hair. She's trying to work on it, and constantly has fidget toys in her pockets, in her car, and all around her apartment in case she starts to feel anxious in any way. Because of things like this, she's very big into comfort, and loves any kind of physical touch that she can get. Hugs, hand holding, small little things, people playing with her hair. She can't get enough of it. Her apartment is full of fuzzy, soft things, and anything squishy. Even her bed is full of stuffed animals and squishmallows. Halley just needs comfort and soft kindness, or like her fathers again tease, she'll explode into a meteor.

Wanted Connections:

Ex: One that just couldn't tolerate her attitude

The One That Got Away: This is the ex that could actually keep her calm, and help her out when she was stressed, but for whatever reason, they broke up, and it hurts her, so much. She still probably has feelings for them.

Best Friends: Friends that despite her anger and anxiety, still love the hell out of her and would do anything for her.

Anything else!

[reidsaurora]

Im requesting again sorry but ily and couldn’t resist. The minute I saw my favorite corny trope I had to request. congrats once again! The build a blurb thing is so cool y’all.

1. Friends to Lovers

2. Only One Bed

Prompts:

“You're unbelievably cute when you're tired."

"It feels so nice to hold you."

Can I also get mutual pining and/or first kiss?

And ofc y’all know I’m requesting our dear samuel winchester.

Thank you love and I will definitely be filling out that moot form soon!

"When Pigs Fly" ~ S. Winchester

*i hate using gifs that aren't rectangular but this gif is too cute to not use*

Summary: When Sam and Y/N are forced to share a bed, the two start to question just how close of friends they really are…

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,266

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, a tiny mention of food

Genre: Friends to Lovers (duh), Mutual Pining, and a whole bunch of tooth-rotting Fluff

Extra Notes: i didn't realize how bad i was at writing pining so i'm gonna apologize now if it's bad

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"I call dibs on the single!" Dean shouted upon entering the motel room, plopping himself onto the bed in a starfish position.

"And why exactly do you get the single bed?" Y/N sassed, one hand on her hip.

"Because I'm the oldest and because I said so," he grinned cheekily.

"Well, then who gets the double?" she asked.

"Easy. You guys can share."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but reluctantly walked over to the bed and threw her bag down. She considered that it wasn't the first time they'd had to share a bed, in fact, they'd had to do it multiple times in college.

Sam seemed hesitant, but then again, she'd just chalked it up to him being a gentleman. Though she wondered sometimes if it was because he felt as nervous around her as she did around him, she'd pretty much convinced herself that he'd never feel the same way she did.

"I can take the couch," Sam offered.

Almost too quickly, Y/N blurted out, "No, Sam, the bed is big enough for both of us."

He silently nodded, walking over to the bed and placing his bag down as well.

"I call dibs on the shower," they spoke in sync, both looking through their overnight bags at the same time.

"You can go first," Y/N said, looking up at him.

"No, it's OK, you go," he insisted.

"Suit yourself."

And with that, Y/N took off for the bathroom, toiletries and pajamas in hand.

As Sam continued to unpack his things, he felt a certain set of green eyes looking at him. "What, Dean?"

"You might as well share the shower too, Sammy," he giggled from his own bed.

After successfully throwing and hitting Dean with one of the pillows on the bed, Sam sighed, "Of all people, why did I have to get stuck with you?"

"You think you got it bad? I have to sit here and watch you to subconsciously flirt with each other while thinking the other person hates you," Dean commented. "And that is very painful."

"Shh, she can probably hear us," Sam whispered.

"Just tell her!"

"Yeah, when pigs fly."

☆☆☆

A couple hours had passed and Dean was sound asleep in his own bed. Y/N and Sam had stayed up doing research on the current creature they were hunting, but eventually decided to get some sleep themselves.

Originally, the two had been lying as far apart as they could without rolling off the bed, but as soon as Sam fell asleep, Y/N quickly learned he was a cuddler.

At one point, he'd even had his arm thrown over her stomach, but Y/N managed to wiggle away, for fear of him waking up like that.

She lay awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering how in the world those two could fall asleep so quickly. She felt like she'd been staring at the ceiling and counting sheep for hours.

"It feels so nice to hold you," was what broke her from her thoughts.

She blinked a few times, trying to process the words Sam had just mumbled in his sleep. She played it off, assuming he'd been dreaming about someone else, anyone but herself.

"It feels really nice to hold you," he mumbled again, almost like he was making sure she heard him that time.

"You too," she whispered back, though she didn't know if he'd heard her or not since he never replied.

Finally having settled into his touch again, Y/N convinced herself that cuddling with Sam wasn't so bad, and the thought of that was enough to finally send her to sleep.

☆☆☆

"Rise and shine, ladies and gents," Dean greeted them the next morning.

Immediately upon stirring awake, Y/N realized it was now her arm over Sam's stomach. As quickly as she could, she rolled away, embarrassed that Dean had found her like that.

"What time is it?" she complained, smashing her pillow over her head to hide her eyes from the sun.

"Like 9:00," he laughed. "I'm gonna go get some brekky so I'll be back in a few," he said before heading out the door.

Y/N attempted to roll out of bed, but was stopped by a strong arm being thrown around her hips and pulling her back in.

"Sam-"

"Mmm, five more minutes," he groaned.

With a sigh, Y/N answered, "Fine, but only five. Dean's gonna kill us if we sleep all day again."

"Hey, last time was his fault," Sam mumbled, followed by a yawn, "He shouldn't have taken us out for all-you-can-drink tequila."

Y/N quietly giggled at his words, settling back into his embrace.

The two lay in silence, enjoying the other's company more than they'd ever know. Y/N noted that Sam still somehow smelled like his aftershave, though it had been at least twelve hours since he'd applied it. Meanwhile, Sam observed that Y/N's hair smelled strongly of her vanilla shampoo, one of his favorite scents he'd ever inhaled.

Suddenly, Y/N found herself blabbing, "You know, you're unbelievably cute when you're tired." Immediately, she covered her mouth with her hand, unsure how she'd let that slip. She found herself trying to cover it up by saying, "I mean, cute in a puppy way. I'd never watch you sleep if you were cute in a human way. You're cute like a German Shepherd," she continued, "Oh no, this is way worse. I'm gonna stop talking."

"Well," Sam started as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "I think you're really cute when you're tired too."

Y/N's eyes lit up when she processed his sentence. "Really?"

"Like a German Shepherd," he nodded bashfully. "Unless…"

"Unless what?" she asked.

"Unless you want me to mean it less German Shepherd-y," he chuckled, still scratching at his neck.

"I'd like that a lot actually."

The two looked away from each other, not knowing they were feeling the exact same butterflies floating around in their respective tummies. Y/N felt the sudden urge to lean over and kiss him, but for fear of embarrassment, she held back. Unbeknownst to her, Sam was thinking the same thing, but he also held himself back.

"Would you two man up and kiss each other already?!" Dean grumbled.

Y/N jumped back, nearly going through the headboard. "Dean, you scared me."

"When did you get back anyway?" Sam asked, nearly under his breath.

"Long enough to know that you two are clearly experiencing some sexual tension."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's statement before looking back over to Y/N.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Sam chuckled at her question.

"Aren't you gonna kiss me?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Y/N felt a thousand fireworks go off around her when Sam lips collided with hers. She felt a tinge of embarrassment when she remembered she hadn't brushed her teeth yet, but the feelings ignited by the fact that her best friend was finally kissing her was enough to outweigh it.

Sam knew it was cheesy to say, but he too felt sparks flying when their lips connected. Sam had kissed a few girls in his lifetime, but he knew one thing after kissing Y/N: she was the only one he ever wanted to kiss again.

"Took you long enough, Sammy," Dean chuckled once the pair finally parted.

"I agree," Sam and Y/N giggled in sync.

"Hey, I just have one question," Dean started.

"What's that?" Sam replied, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Does this mean pigs are flying now?"

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Thank you so much for this request! This one was really cute and super fun to write and I hope you enjoyed!

[raendown]

I return from the dead with a fic that isn't even for the Naruto fandom and I don't really have an explanation for myself.

Pairing: SamBucky Word count: 2317 Fandom: MCU Summary: Visiting Steve was always strange now that the guy was old and retired. Still, of all the things Sam expected out of today, witnessing a prime example of gay panic from the co-worker that's been mysteriously avoiding him was not one of them.

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Honestly, the fact that Steve's house smelled like prunes was probably one of the funniest things that Sam had ever heard in his life. More than anything he would have loved to go back in time, to the days of reading about glorified heroes in history textbooks, and tell his fifteen year old self that Captain America, Steve Rogers, retired in a house that smelled like prunes. God, his best friend just had to throw himself in to being old the way he threw himself in to everything else.

"Is there a special reason for you visiting?" Steve's voice was more tremulous these days, less steady but no less warm. Just hearing him again after the shameful amount of weeks it had been since his last visit made Sam grin.

"Nah, just thought I'd pop in and see if you'd expired yet. Your birthday's coming up. Gonna be, what, three hundred? A thousand?"

Steve narrowed his eyes but there was fondness in them so it wasn't very scary even if he could probably still tackle Sam across the room if he wanted to. At this point it would hurt him too but he could do it. "You, young man, are-"

He looked chagrined at himself when Sam cut him off with a laugh.

"You shitting me? Did you really just call me young man? See if I ever let you live that down."

His friend grumbled but accepted the teasing as his due. That was just what he got for going back in time and doubling down on being so much older than his own best friends.

Since it had indeed been a little too long after they last saw each other there was quite a bit of catching up for them to do. Over cool glasses of sweet tea and a plate of cookies the two of them spent a pleasant couple of hours shooting the shit until Sam could almost forget the years that stretched between them now. It was jarring, sometimes, looking away from those clear blue eyes to realize all over again just how many wrinkles they were set in. Sometimes he hated it. Other times he could only smile to know that at least one of their ragtag bunch had found the peace they were looking for.

Eventually all that sweet tea went right to his bladder and Sam excused himself to use the bathroom. When he returned he took in the sight of his friend all snug under one of the blankets his late wife had knit and sighed, feeling maudlin suddenly for no good reason.

"I should probably get out of your hair," he said. "Let you get in your afternoon nap or whatever. No, stay there man, I'll clean up." His smile was easy as he snagged the dishes from their grazing and hauled it all over to the kitchen.

"You sure?" Steve's voice floated after him. "Nothing else you want to get off your chest?"

"Huh?"

Sam frowned at the cups he'd just placed in the sink, running back through his mind. They'd talked about pretty much everything he could think of.

"You didn't mention Buck once, you know. I thought the two of you were friends now."

"Ah. Yeah. So did I." The corners of his mouth twisted with a little bitterness, a little confusion. After everything they'd been through and the number of times Bucky had accepted his invitations down to Delacroix he'd thought they were well past the point of calling themselves friends. Maybe he himself felt something a little more than that but he knew better than to push.

That was probably why Bucky's sudden radio silence hurt so much though.

"Trouble in paradise?" Steve called from the other room and Sam snorted.

“Shit, I don’t know. One minute we’re fine and the next he just up and disappears on me again. I may or may not have checked a bunch of obituaries for your name just in case because I have no idea what I might have done to piss him off.” Sam pursed his lips. He’s already gone over all this with Sarah a half dozen times and in all the recounts he’d done of their last couple missions he still couldn’t find any particularly bad moment between him and his best friend. Unfortunately the sweet tea he was glaring at didn’t have any answers either so he snatched the pitcher up and moved to put it in the fridge.

“Have you tried, oh I don’t know, asking him what’s wrong?”

“You think I didn’t try that?”

Steve’s hum drifted down the hallway with a distinct note of sass. “Neither one of you is very famous for your communication.”

“Excuse you, I was a counselor. A certified veteran’s counselor. Communicating with people was literally my job until your overly buff ass came running around all ‘on your left’ and ‘everyone I know is trying to kill me’.” Sam huffed as he snapped the fridge closed. “I damn well tried to talk to him but he’s not answering my texts or my calls. Short of breaking in to his apartment I don’t really know what else you want me to do.”

Without any other excuses to keep him in the kitchen Sam heaved a sigh, knowing he couldn’t dawdle any longer. He could only get to the door by going though the living room so his choices were either run away out the back, which he would never ever hear the end of, or go back in to the living room and face Steve with his stupidly wise and knowing eyes. Seriously, let a guy live to almost two hundred and suddenly he thought he knew everything. Annoying was what it was.

He was only halfway down the hall when he heard the front door open. Sam very carefully swallowed down the jibe he’d just been about to deliver and hoped that meant what he thought it meant. Maybe Steve had finally gone vague after all and bailed in the middle of their conversation; he’d rather chase a crazy old coot down the street than talk about his feelings regarding one James Buchanan Barnes. Actually if he looked at it from the right angle then chasing an old coot down the street was pretty much his job description whenever he and his partner teamed up on missions. Sam was just glad they hadn’t been called in to one since this whole silent treatment had started because he wasn’t sure he wanted to know whether or not Bucky would still have his back even when the guy was mad at him over reasons unknown.

Two more steps and Sam froze in his tracks, eyes wide with disbelief. Bucky’s shoulders were hunched in to himself with something bridling on panic as he fit himself through the front door and kicked it shut behind himself, eyes wild and fixed on the ground between his feet, nervous energy pouring out of him in a way Sam hadn’t seen before. From his spot on the couch Steve watched his childhood friend let himself in with serene indifference.

“Didn’t know you’d be over today,” was all he said. Then he smiled benignly when Bucky let out a soft whine.

“Help,” Bucky pleaded. “I’m dying.”

Then Bucky slid down to his knees and face planted in the carpet, arms and legs splaying out wide. Steve hummed.

“You know,” he murmured, “no one ever believes me when I tell them you’re this dramatic.”

“Steve! I’m having a crisis!”

“I tell everyone you’re a drama queen and they just shake their heads at me.”

“This is important! You have to kill me, Steve. Or I’m gonna just- just-!” Bucky’s voice petered out with another extended whine muffled by the carpet that probably didn’t smell any better from that close up.

Crossing one leg over the other, Steve folded his hands in his lap with a great lack of concern for the ridiculous scene playing out before him. Sam remained frozen in the hallway, wondering if Bucky even realized he was there, but he got an answer to that almost faster than if he’d bothered to ask himself.

“What’s wrong, pal?”

“It’s Sam!” Bucky cried. His arms lifted up like wings to flail briefly before falling back to the floor in a boneless sprawl. “Please just crush my head or something. I can’t take this.”

“Ah, yes, I hear you’ve been avoiding him.”

Whatever kind of noise Bucky was trying to make, it came out sounding more like he was choking on carpet fumes. “Of course I’m avoiding him!”

“Now why on earth would you do that?”

“I want to stick my tongue in the gap between his teeth!” Bucky said, entirely unaware of the sparks that were suddenly running up Sam’s spine in the hallway. “Help me, Steve! I want to press my thumb in the little dimple on his back. He has a dimple on his back! Why!? Steve I want to hold his hand! What the fuck!”

Steve had both eyebrows up near his hairline and the most shit eating grin any human on the planet had ever worn when he turned his head to look at Sam. Frozen with his eyes on the figure currently panicking in to the floor, Sam paid him no attention. He was busy processing. After getting to know Bucky, inviting him to stay in Delacroix time and time again, the dramatics weren’t actually that much of a surprise. Obviously as they grew closer he’d gotten a number of glimpses in to who the real Bucky Barnes was under the grouchy veneer he presented to the world. Watching him starfish on the ground and whine wasn’t too far from what he’d already seen.

Hearing him say anything about his tongue in conjecture with Sam’s teeth, on the other hand, now that was a bit unexpected. More than a bit.

“I think Shuri called this ‘gay panic’ and honestly I’m in agreement,” Bucky went on mindlessly. “If I have to watch him go through one more workout and not grab his ass with both hands then I’m just going to rip both of them off. Who needs hands if I cannot grab Sam Wilson’s ass with them!?”

“You may be slightly exaggerating the situation, I feel,” Steve told him.

Bucky snorted. “I am not. I absolutely am not. Why is he so hot? And nice? I hate that. Except I don’t. Steve why is he so nice to me?”

“That might be a question you should ask him.”

“Oh yeah, sure, I’ve got lots of questions for him! Hey Sam, why are you nice to me? Hey Sam, can I lick your cheekbones? Hey Sam, how big is your cock?”

“Well. Not that I’ve ever thought to ask that myself but, alright. Go on, Sam, how big is it?”

Sam had just enough time to cross his arms over his chest and assume a very casual pose leaning against the wall beside him before Bucky’s head shot up off the carpet. If possible, his eyes were even more wild than before when he fixed them on Steve, full of the deepest betrayal. Then he very slowly dragged them sideways to see the man he’d just been panicking over. Sam gave him a very friendly smile.

“Depends on your frame of reference,” he admitted. “I’d say sizeable.”

“Nnnggggg.”

“Hi Buck.”

“Ggnnn.”

While Steve very poorly disguised a laugh behind one hand, Sam pushed off from the wall and sauntered further in to the living room. Bucky slammed his face back in to the carpet.

“Leave me here to die,” he pleaded in a very small voice. Sam tutted, reaching for the front door, only looking over his shoulder once he was halfway through it.

“Come on, Buck, can’t lick my cheekbones if you don’t get off the floor. It was a nice visit, Steve, but don’t be looking out your front curtains for a bit. I think I’ll let Bucky decide for himself what sizeable means.” He thanked god for the mercy of Steve’s house being situated out here so far from any other homes, surrounded on all sides by enough trees that you couldn’t see it from the road. A gorgeous little island of privacy. Sam was fairly sure he wasn’t the only one grateful for this, judging by the mad scrambling noises he could hear going on behind him.

Bucky’s voice garbled out something that sounded like ‘fuck you, thank you, bye forever’ and then Sam was listening to the slam of the front door barely a second before strong hands were wrapping themselves around his hips. He laughed even as Bucky’s face came in to view.

“Greatest assassin of several generations and you didn't notice my truck in the driveway?” he said.

“I may have been a bit distracted.” That was definitely a pout on Bucky’s lips.

“By being so hot for all of this”-Sam gestured vaguely down his own body-“that you literally ceased being able to function.”

He didn’t expect such easy agreement as the sheepish nod that followed his words. “Pretty much.”

Sam blinked slowly once, twice. For one long moment he considered teasing the man. Then he decided that their time was much better spent doing things they’d both obviously been wanting to do while assuming they would never get the chance.

“I was promised a tongue in my teeth. Are you gonna get to that any time soon or am I gonna sit here and pine some more for something I apparently could have had all along?”

Bucky keened piteously. Then he surged forward to follow through on his own promises and Sam really hoped that Steve had taken his words to heart about the curtains. The man was way too old to be seeing all the ways they were about to defile the side of this truck.

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Sex in the 'porno shower'

Rook Cappelletty x Pete Davidson

Warnings: smut, anal, rook recieving, swearing, anal fingering, porno shower sex.

Inspiration: Pete; when he was still living in the basement at his mom's, had this shower he always called the porno shower.

Staten Island, New York

Rook got back in from a run with a one track mind that lead to the shower; about halfway through the living room he stepped backwards about two steps; Pete's laptop was open to a likely strategically picked out shower porno. "What in the he...' Rook furrowed a brow and ran his tongue along his lip before seeking out his boyfriend.

Glancing upwards from his phone when he felt a set of hands on his knees. "Yes?" Pete asked as his eyes met Rook's inquisitive ones. The smaller man's hair messy and his breath staggered as the drummer had ben out. Pete couldn't help but run his eyes up the man's toned body.

His hands gripped at Pete's knees as Rook leaned against the comedians legs. "Porn...really?" He cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend; his eyes searching Pete's. "What am I missing here?" Rook asked the man who was laying on the bed.

Looking up at Rook; Pete dead panned and suppressed a cocky grin. "Oh my god, baby, you don't..." he hesitated realizing the man hadn't caught on. "It's not about the porn specifically." Pete said: sitting up so he was eye level with Rook. "You're missing the point here." He set his hands on Rook's cheeks.

"I don't what?" Rook asked when he heard hesitation in his boyfriend's voice. "Then what the fucks it about?" He half sassed and glared at Pete as the comedians hands settled on his cheeks. "What's the point?" Rook bit his lip and lightly pushed against his boyfriend.

"The porno shower" Pete kissed his boyfriend's rather salty lips and snickered. "I was expecting you'd catch on to me sort of saying we should totally fuck in it" he shifted his legs sideways and pulled Rook forward. "You aren't nearly as receptive as I'd expect."

Putting the pieces together; Rook's nose curled as he realized what Pete had been hinting at for weeks. "I never would have figured that out on my own." He kissed Pete back and ran his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. "No, I'm not, I got to take a shower anyway" Rook laughed as he was pulled downwards on top of Pete. "How about we do that now?"

"I know, I've been hinting at it forever now" Pete smiled when Rook's nose curled. "You're cute as fuck, makes up for it." He kissed his boyfriend again and slipped his leg over Rook's. "Oh fuck yeah, let's fuckin' do it" picking him up; Pete managed Rook's shirt off and threw it behind them.

Being sat on the bathroom counter; Rook slipped his shorts off and pulled Pete into a kiss, his arms wrapped around Pete's neck. "You want me to figure shit out then you gotta tell me directly." He nipped and sucked at his boyfriend's bottom lip. "I'm smart but not that smart."

Pete grinned when Rook lead a rather rough kiss and squeezed at the drummers thighs. "Noted" he mumbled and pulled away; slipping his shirt off. "You're plenty smart, you're just a little numb to a few things." He pulled Rook towards him, his hips jutting as Rook's hand made contact with his waist undoing his jeans.

"Shut up" Rook hummed; his breath shaky as Pete's hands squeezed his thighs. "You don't need to keep talking" jumping off the counter he knelt long enough to get his boyfriend's jeans off and grinned as Pete looked at him. Taking his phone out he set it up so they'd have video of it.

His eyes followed when Rook knelt in front of him. "Come here" he gestured, pulling Rook back up into a heady kiss. "God, you're gorgeous baby." Pete slapped his boyfriend's ass and slipped his hand below Rook's boxers. Pulling the drummer with him as they both got their boxers off.

Once in the shower; Rook's breath cut short as his back hit the marble and Pete's hand connected at his *rooks* throat. He grinned and grabbed Pete's wrist.

Looking his boyfriend up and down; Pete moaned softly and looked at Rook's eyes. Kissing up Rook's neck, Pete turned the water on and turned Rook around so the man was face first to the glass. "Look at you baby, fucking beautiful" the heel of his hand hit Rook's ass and he gripped his boyfriend's waist.

His hips arched forward as Pete slapped his ass. "Humm fuck" he mumbled loving a rougher side to his boyfriend. Rook whined out when Pete's fingers rimmed his hole. 'Fuck, again, daddy"

Hearing Rook whine; Pete grabbed the drummers wrists and pinned them against the glass above Rook's head. "Gonna beg for daddy ike a little whore, huh?" He growled, biting at Rook's neck as the man writhed below him.

Feeling Pete's teeth on his neck was both pain and pleasure but he didn't hate it. "Fuck please, daddy" Rook whimpered when Pete rolled his hips forward, the man's cock against his ass. His own pressed against the glass.

Pete massaged Rook's ass and left the man's neck covered in hickeys. He nipped Rook's ear and slipped a finger into Rook's ass, prodding lightly at the ring of muscles.

Rook pushed back against Pete's fingers and let his head hang as he moaned out. "Mm, shit" he whined again as Pete's hand squeezed lightly at his cock. "Need your cock."

Pressing a kiss to Rook's lips; Pete groaned as the man tightened around his cock. "Shit, I fuckin' love you John" he mumbled he words as he was close, bringing one of Rook's legs up, he gripped his boyfriend's thigh and rolled his forward. "Shit, you're to fucking perfect, baby"

Dragging his nails down Pete's back: Rook moaned out and gripped at the towel bar as Pete's thrusts threatened repeatedly to put him over the edge. "God, close" he whined as Pete wasn't hesitant to make him feel like he was the only person that mattered.

Groaning as he thrust upwards into Rook; Pete buried his nose in his boyfriend's neck and tutted out a heavy moan as Rook's nails were sure to scratch. Thrusting a couple more times; Pete and Rook both came, the two of them locked in a kiss. Being pulled against Rook; Pete sucked at Rook's upper lip and hummed out and I love you.

Few days later - Los Angeles.

Pete had been talked into coming to LA with Rook for a few days between filming for SNL and was leaning against the kitchen counter eating a piece of pizza and watching the video Rook finally got around to sending him from the other night. "Jesus that boy can bend." He mumbled, the sound off on his phone for obvious reasons.

"Humm?" Colson walked in, acknowledging Pete and squeezing past his friend to get something out of the cupboard. "You say something?" He asked looking down.

Pushing the power button on his phone, Pete shook his head "nope, didn't say anything." He shifted hoping he'd be able to hide the hard on as he was in sweatpants.

Raising an eyebrow; Colson looked at the comedian, grabbing a pot out of the lower cupboard and filling it with water. "I'mma take that as you were probably into a good porno" he teased, having no clue he was right.

Looking through the fridge as he'd slipped into the kitchen behind Colson, Rook eyes widened and he coughed as to clear his throat. Looking over at Pete; he made a discomforted sound and got a fork from the drawer and grabbed Pete's phone, slipping it into his own pocket. "You don't think do you?" Rook mumbled and took a bite of the pasta he'd found, moving just so in a way to hide the fact that his boyfriend was hard.

"What is it with you and porn" Pete said to Colson; pulling Rook against him and slipping his arms around the man's waist. "Thank you baby" he whispered and his his face in Rook's neck. "Don't move" Pete mumbled, squeezing Rook lightly.

Rook nodded and focused on the pasta and less on the fact this his boyfriend's hard cock was pressed against his thigh. Slipping one of his arms around Pete; he let go of a breath and kissed his boyfriend's cheek.

[akshstudios]

Aksh❤️

I hope youre doing well and been taking care of yourself. Im seriously hope the uni shit is sorted. I just read The Lily Of Bangtan and the only regret i have rn is not having read it sooner!

This is such a wonderful story, and for a Namjoon enchanted peasant like me, this is such a blessing. Namjoon has such a powerful and enigmatic kind of vibe in here ( you might say obviously he's the next in line to be the Don hes supposed to be that way, but i think the way youve portrayed him makes it soooooo mysterious yet so powerful did it for me)

I love Nari too, damn she's got such sass and i love the fact that she doesn't back down, and keeps Namjoon absolutely on his toes while she expresses her displeasure over his "You can have anything from me but love" wtf!!!!!!! I can't wait to see this man losing his heart to her (please tell me does)

I have one question though, Is there going to be a back story to why Namjoon didn't want to have love in his relationship with Nari? (I may sound dumb but i was curious)

The chemistry between them is a freaking hundred here, like dude they'd set fire around them with that sexual tension and the intensity ✨

I am in love with the Don and his wife, I mean where do you find Such in-laws?!? They're so amazing and I lost it when the Don had the entire elite dancing with Nari to prove her point! Smooth! Genius!

While we are it, Please tell me where I can find a best friend like Jangmi:)

I loved the story so far, Please add me to your taglist for everything. I want to be tagged for the entire series for all members.

Take care and have a good week ahead:)

Leah ♥️ Hello hello 👋 Life's finally being nice to me, so I'm doing well —great even 🤩 The university shit is kinda solving by itself at this point, so I'm absolutely ✨ thrilled ✨

Joon stories are blessings in itself and honestly, any story that lets us fantasize about his buff body, deep voice, dark eyes, sweet dimples and classy personality is just ✨ chef's kiss ✨

I truly hope that anyone who reads The Lily Of Bangtan thinks Namjoon is mysterious and powerful too because this man levels up and levels down at the same time as the story progresses 😅 All that mystery will probably melt down soon 😂

Namjoon's softer, lovable side is gonna come out and his mafia-ness will make loud, random appearances —and I fully intend to make Namjoon both stupid, frustrating in love and ruthless, powerful in love.

No, love 🥺 You don't sound dumb at all and I completely understand your curiosity considering I haven't spoken much about his life and thoughts from his point of view 😅 and I hate to admit it but there isn't a backstory necessarily but more like reasons behind his hesitance to love if that makes sense —questionably valid reasons, which I will talk about over the course of the story. It's not one huge event, but more smaller events that snowballed into him denying love for his partner and himself.

He's seen things around him and decided that no, love is too much —it gives too much and takes too much and I don't want it 🙂

I absolutely adore mafiatan!nari too —i remember the first trait I wrote for her personality was fiery. It's something that I remember everytime I write her —fiery, sweet and hopeful.

A lot of things Namjoon says really doesn't please Nari in the beginning —it crushes her hopes for future, you know. She doesn't like that he was talking like he knows nothing will come out of the matrimony. She wants to hope for something good and he was just dampening her blossoming hope, on the day they were engaged no less 😂

Namjoon does lose his heart to Nari. It's not like he has a choice 🤪 I love Nari too much to put her through any unrequited affection bullshit, but it's an odd way Namjoon handles things 🙃

At this point in the story, Namjoon definitely respects her —maybe even cares for her as his duty towards her as the husband but the affection isn't quite there yet 🙂 but it happens and it happens fast for them 😉

After every scene of the two together, I pray that people can sense the ✨tension✨

It's the effect of them knowing for years that they are going to be together while running in the same circles, being so close to each other and yet not being able to acknowledge the other and their impending relationship 🙄

It is bound to do something to people 🥴 for these two, it got them fired up and ready to explore the other 🤪 they just need the green light and alone time now 😂

I'm trying to not give spoilers 🥴but I feel like I've already slipped something up somewhere 🤡

As for the Don and Madam 🤩 They are some of my favourite side characters in the series —at this point actually, only favourite side characters. I would love to have them as my in-laws ☺️ I've seen ✨toxic✨ in-laws and honestly, I'm just trying to manifest great in-laws for myself 🙄 they say writing it down works 😉 that's what's I'm truly trying to do 😂

The Don is a very action-oriented man —he doesn't talk as much but he's really good at making a point with his actions, which might I tell you is a family trait with the Kims.

And yeah, I loved the idea of the Elites dancing with Nari to prove a point to someone unimportant too! I mean, I kinda was proud of myself for coming up with that and I know many others have far more grand ideas but I loved this one ♥️ I wish I could've written it better though because I don't feel like I did the scene enough justice 😅 I mean in a movie, that could be an iconic scene or maybe not and I'm just this too far 🤡 I mean, imagine the music, the grand dresses, the handsome men taking turns to dance with you but yeah, I love the scene, but I don't like how I wrote it 🙃 and this is a running theme —one elite fucks up, the remaining six will be there to fix it 😂

Don't we all wish we have a bestfriend like Jangmi 😂 and yes, I have added you to the taglist 🤩 Your interest means a lot, bubs 🤧 especially considering your works, talent and your namjoon-loving ways 🥺 I'm honoured, truly 🥺

I know you are crazy busy these days but I hope you are taking care of yourself ♥️ stay hydrated, eat well and get enough rest 🥰 You need to be happy, healthy and hydrated this holiday season 🎄

I hope you are doing well, lots of love and take care, aksh 💕

[alw4ysf0rev3r]

the witch and the boy || dean winchester

you and dean have know each other for half a year now. you always knew there was something there. he did too. but you guys just hid that love for each other as best friends.

you're a hunter just like sam and dean. but you're also a witch. dean's hatred towards all witches was prominent, but he made an exception for you. he didn't freak out or try to kill you, but yeah, he was a little weary after that. but it was sam. sam adored you for how much you cared about bobby, cas, dean, and him. he just couldn't believe how dean just let the fact you were a witch go over his head. and that's what started everything that night.

"dean! she's a witch. she could kill us all or get us involved in some witch-on-witch stuff!" "samuel fucking winchester i swear to god if you start this again." neither of them knew you could hear the conversation. this happened once or twice before but you could sense this fight was gonna be worse. last time you got involved you told dean you could fight you're own battles.

"trust me, i know. you proved that when we first met. but you don't have to. and sam... he's never like this, he's usually the one to sympathize with the-" he trailed off, "monsters dean. monsters." he freaked out then of all times. "no, no, no. y/n you're not a monster. why would you-" you started laughing. "baby boy trust me i know i'm not a monster. save that speech for sammy."

dean finally spoke after taking one of the plates from the table to the sink, but really quiet to the point you could barely hear him. "sammy, why do you care so much. i'm the one with the grudge not you. she's a good person. you know that. y/n saved us before she knew us."

when you guys first met, it wasn't at a diner or some macho god vs winchesters fight, one night, the boys and cas were fighting a large group of demons. nothing new. but they were outnumbered and even cas was having a difficult time taking them on. dean was about to be stabbed when he heard the demons drop one by one. he didn't see who, so he immediately thought it was cas. he saw a few knives fly towards the one to the right of him, the one pinning cas had his legs swept beneath him, then the one holding dean turned to you after you took a knife to his back. this demon was a pain in the ass. punches were thrown, a few kicks to the side of his head, and yours. finally it gave up and you exercised it. you moved the hair from your eyes and all the boys stood looking at you like you were the best hunter they'd seen (which you are) but at the same time, they had horror in their eyes. you took down a full room of demons with ease. and you weren't even using your powers. they didn't need to know that yet.

sam did that grunty-thingy he always does and whiped his face, mumbling something you couldn't hear. "she's a monster. she'll kill us all. you know how powerful she is." dean rolled his eyes from hearing this over and over and over again. "i don't care sam. y/n has done nothing but keep all of us in line and alive. you should be happy she's with us not arguing the same god damn argument!" he yelled. you slumped your back against the wall along the stairs, holding back tears.

"you really wanna risk us for her?" sam asked. "you know what sam? maybe i do. she's been there for me more that any of you have my whole life. she understands me without the judgement. i wouldn't wanna have anyone else by my side if something went wrong or hell, if something went right. if you have a problem with her you can leave. cuz i'm not leaving her. i made her that promise." he rolled his head around and started mumbling swears under his breath, then went to the coat rack and grabbed his lea ther jacket and keys, slamming the door behind him.

that's when you went to your room. sam smashed a few plates and then went to bed. see, that gut feeling was right. dean definitely cared but who knew that much? you cried for a while, and obviously knew you weren't gonna get sleep.

dean didn't get back until 3:46 a.m. he went to a bar and got drunk you assumed and when he got back you walked downstairs. "you good?" you saw him slouching and caught him as he missed the first step on the way up the stairs. "great." he responded with a smile and clear smell of whiskey on his breath. "here c'mon." you half-guided, half-carried him up the wooden staircase to his room which you migrated to around 1 earlier. "were you planning on stayin' in here sweetheart?" he asked, noting your spare blanket and charger you kept in his room. you gave him a slight chuckle. "i was." after you took off his shoes and placed his trash can next to his bed you started to leave. "hey. hey. you." you stopped in your tracks and looked back. "yeah dean?" he kinda stumbled on his words at first. "c-can you stay with me 'till i fall asleep?" after reaching the other side of the bed, you released a slight puff of air after hitting the matress. at first you wondered why he stumbled asking that question because he doesn't usually talk like that when he's drunk. so yay he's sobering up. but it's not like it's the first time you've spent the night in the other's room. it was normal for you two. that's when it hit you. a different way.

he turned around to look at you, which you were half on the wall and half on the bed. you raised your eyebrows at him and he knew that meant 'what?' "i'm sorry. for sam. i get it if you don't want to stay, i'm gonna leave if he keeps doing that." "dean, don't. i don't want the hardy boys spliting cuz of nancy drew. and i should be thanking you. you keep sticking up for me." "oh so you were listening?" he sassed. dean smiled. "that's my girl." you two looked at each other for a few seconds and that's what happened. he kissed you. or did you kiss him? you both kissed each other? doesn't matter.

you stopped him. "dean you're drunk. if you're gonna kiss me at least be sober enough to remember it." he rested his head against yours. "alright. g'night y/n." you looked into his apple green eyes before you kissed his forehead. "night dean." you shifted so your head met one of the two pillows dean kept, his met the other.

dean woke up before you. he showered (thank god) and picked up coffee and donuts. when you went downstairs you saw dean and walked towards the donuts, almost ignoring him. not because of the night before, you just didn't like mornings. he laughed and looked at you, taking a large gulp of his coffee. "so, we gonna talk about earlier?" you almost choked on your donut and said "what?" as your voice cracked. "just becuase i forget my abc's from time to time doesn't mean i didn't forget what we talked about and that we kissed y/n." you set down your food on a plate and walked over to him. "if you remember what's there to talk about dean?" you slightly squinted at him. he grabbed you by you're hips and swayed you two side to side. "well... i could ask you on a date. i mean we already have the chemistry and live together so,” “please you can't even spell chemistry." you smiled at him. he took his hands away and said, "wow. wow. ok. y'know y/n, i'm hurt. really." you walked back over to your food. "8 o'clock, movie and dinner. nothing fancy though. deal?" he looked at you with hope and love in his eyes. "deal. i'm just happy you didn't ask me with that cheesy knock knock joke." you fake gasped. "it's a great joke dean, get over it."

that’s when you knew he had your heart, and you had his.

[quaxorascal]

Idina Surana, 17!

“A description of your OC’s family by a future historian.” (from here)

“The history of the Idina Surana Memorial School, established in the Denerim Alienage around 9:77 Dragon, is a rather simple one. The school itself is named for one of the eight Heroes of Ferelden who defeated the Fifth Blight in 9:31, and it was established by her wife, Theresa Amell – another Hero – and one of her fathers, Evan. The city of Denerim is where Averill, Surana’s son with Theresa, lived at the time, along with his wife Aleiyah and their six children.

“Theresa had been Commander of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden, and Evan had been hahren of the Highmount Alienage before he travelled to Denerim following the death of his husband Isador. There is some debate as to how the pair ended up in Denerim to establish this school. Some believe Averill may have been involved in bringing both Theresa and Evan to Denerim, as the two retired within a year of each other and both lived with his family while in Denerim; others believe the two would have sought security with their relatives in their old age. 

“Whatever the reason, soon after they both settled in Denerim, Theresa bought a building in the Alienage and sought Evan’s help to restore it. One of Averill’s older children claimed to be present when Evan called Theresa ‘absolutely nutty’ before agreeing to aid her with her project.

“Establishing the school was both a labour of love and, some believe, a love letter to the woman whose name it carries. After roughly a year and a half of petitions, fundraisers, planning, and getting the community involved, the building became the school as it is known today. Both were involved in helping the school get on its feet, Theresa more than Evan due to his remarkable age, and Theresa ensured that graduated students would be able to run the school when her own age caught up to her.

“Evan passed away only a year after the school’s establishment, and Theresa followed just shy of a decade later. Averill and his family have kept an eye on the school since.”

[idenstret]

UNWIELDY STORM: (IC) Entry Two

The woman was on the hunt for something to do. Restless and bored out of her mind. So much so that Storm had taken to picking the fur out of the collar of her jacket, and flicking the fuzzy remnants into the air. Then, blowing them away with a huff of air only to watch them float lazily to the floor.

With a heavy grunt, the roegadyn pushed herself up and headed out the door and off to Ul'dah in search of work.

Or, something.

Anything!

Along the streets of the Goblet, Storm came across a pair of lalafells working in the yard. The only reason the woman would pass them by was for the simple fact that they were so much smaller than she.

Their short stature made Storm nervous. That she'd stomp them, or break them. Luckily, the people were typically good at avoiding her feet.

Lifting a muscled arm in greeting, the hellsguard called to the pair. Who, each, returned her greeting in kind.

"Oi! Can I help you out? I'm pretty bored. Ain't lookin' for any sort of compensation." They seemed a bit startled by her loud voice, so she pointed one index finger to an ear. "Sort of deaf. You'll have to excuse my loudness. Can hardlyhear m'self speak."

The lalafell's exchanged looks, then smiled to the large woman. "Aye!" The female called back, beckoning Storm over. "Our neighbor behind us is a bit kookie, if ya know what I mean." She twirled a finger about a long ear in large circular motion. "S'pose she hits the shrooms a bit hard, and runs outside near naked and yelling to some foreign spirits we've never heard of."

"Anyroad," her male companion interjected, "Not to speak ill of our neighbors, but the other day she landed a broken crate right atop our roof. Ain't had the chance to get up there an' clean it up, but we figure it'd be an easy task for one of... Well, your size." The two chuckled together.

Unweildy Storm cracked knuckles in palms, rolled her shoulders, then firmly planted a fist in palm. "Aye! Ain't no task too heavy fer me!" And the roegadyn set off to fix the roof right up.

When the task was completed, along with a few other things here and there, the lalafells pointed their mighty helper in the direction of a "speakeasy" bar they'd heard of. Or rather, wrote the directions down on parchment. Storm thanked them, refused their coin, and headed off.

When Storm thought she's reached the right place, she pushed the door open and looked about the tiny entryway. Stuffed the parchment into a pocket. And stood there for a long while contemplating what to do.

There was an empty desk at the back of the room. But no doors. Which baffled the woman.

That is... until a xaela appeared, then disappeared behind a wall to the right of the room.

'Hah!' Storm thought, following the xaela's path.

When she reached the wall, she noticed a space where people had been coming and going. Squeezing behind it, she came face to face with a sea wolf wearing a suit. For a long moment Storm blinked at the man, who merely stared back at her. Silent.

Finally, she pushed a smug little grin to her lips and descended the steps into the lower level. When Storm found herself in the tavern, she was taken by surprise at the sheer sight of the place. The decor. Someone's intense infatuation with Merlwyb. And the welcoming staff.

Greeted by the highlander, Nez, Storm made her way to the back and took a seat at the bar. Where both tending the bar allowed the woman to drink her fill of several choices. Strong, cold ale. Full of flavor and foam.

It was later that Storm learned the names of each soul inhabiting the tavern. Sass, the white-haired and enthusiastic miqo'te. Hekkin the mastercrafter roegadyn of all the booze in house. Also the cook. Nez seemed to know his way around the drinks very well, even catering the drinking contest that ensued much later in the evening.

Krystal the young patron whom Storm beckoned to for someone to sit nearby.

All were welcoming, and kind. And Storm deemed the 'Nah Go' beer ((Naago's Delight)) her favorite for it's uncanny likeness to fresh coffee. With Krystal's drunken defeat by Sass in the drinking contest, Storm said her farewells and headed back into the city. Then, eventually home.

((Thank you Sass, Nez, and Hekkin for having me at your bar last night! You guys are amazing, and have a great setup!))