#but yeah. hoping to finish the stairs and then the walls and floors all today

[townofcrosshollow]

If at any point during this upcoming week you're like "Huh I wonder where Jasper is, he hasn't been online much lately" here's why

[msmoony7]

New Beginnings

Summary: Y/N transfers to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny and finds herself intrigued by the quiet, sandy haired boy Remus Lupin.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader, reader not in a specific house

Word Count: 1.4 K

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

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You wake up in your bed to the sun shining and the birds chirping through your opened windows. You arrived late last night to Hogwarts and slept in a little later than you had liked; It was nearly lunch time. Classes are starting tomorrow, so you are planning to explore the castle a little before then to get used to your new surroundings. Transferring schools in your 5th year was difficult, so you were hoping to make the adjustment as easy as possible for yourself.

Since there are no classes today, you’re free to dress however you like. You opt for a pair of light blue jeans, black converse, and a blue sweater with some vertical stripes over your chest. You sit at your desk and do your usual makeup and hair routines before unpacking the rest of your things. First you unpack your records and record player. You put on your favorite album - The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars by David Bowie - while you finish unpacking. You got lucky and your dorm has a big bay window with a built-in seat with cushions and large bookshelves built into the wall around it, which is great for you due to your love of reading and insane collection of books. Your bed is in the middle of the room with a huge bed frame and blue curtains draping from the top. After you are all unpacked, you decide to make your way down to the Great Hall for lunch. 

You only have to stop and ask 6 kids along the way if you were going in the right direction. The ever-changing staircases made for a confusing walk there. But finally, you make it down the last set of steps and can see the Great Hall in the near distance. You’re about to turn into the hall when you stop in your tracks as you hear a great boom in the hall followed by smoke and yelling. You see a guy with long jet-black hair run past you first with a glasses wearing brunette on his trail, followed by a shorter boy with blonde hair.

“Come on, Moony, we’re gonna get caught!” you hear the first boy yell. You’re about to turn around to walk into the Hall and see what’s going on but before you could do so, you hear an “oh, shit” and as you turn fully around, are knocked to the floor by someone running full speed out of the hall. You hit the ground and lock eyes with a sandy haired boy who's laying fully on top of you. You’re staring at each other for a solid five seconds before the blonde boy yells at him. 

“Moony, hurry up! Snape’s coming!”

Moony, who you gather to be the boy currently laying on you, quickly helps you up, mutters a quick “sorry” and runs up the stairs to follow the other three boys. You can hear them muttering and making fun of him for falling onto you as they’re running away, and you see “Moony” trip again before all four boys disappear up the steps. Just as they disappear, a raven-haired boy with smoke and powder all over him storms out of the hall and up the steps. You make out that he must be Snape and that the explosion was definitely caused by those boys. 

You finally gather yourself and you see three girls standing by the doorway who must’ve watched everything go down. 

“Quite a tumble you took there. That’s Moony, he’s a klutz,” says a girl with dark, curly hair and a darker complexion, “My name’s Mary. Are you new here?”

“Yeah, my name’s Y/N, I just got here last night.

“Ahhh you’re American! I’m Marlene,” the second girl speaks up. She has blonde hair and a really cool vibe to her. 

“You can come eat with us, if you’d like. I’m Lily, by the way,” says the final red headed girl.

The four of you walk into the hall and you cannot contain your amazement at what you’re met with. The ceiling is the highest ceiling you’ve ever seen, and it’s enchanted to look like the sky. Unlike your old school, which had tables divided by the houses, this hall had numerous smaller rectangular tables so that you could sit with whomever you liked. The four of you grab a table and start eating your meal.

“Those boys are the biggest troublemakers in the school,” Mary says, “Always pulling pranks.”

“Yeah, we still love them though,” Lily replies.

“You more than others,” Marlene says to her as she nudges and winks at her.

Lily blushes in response, “James, the one wearing glasses, yeah, he’s my boyfriend. A real sweetheart. Unless you’re Severus, of course.”

“I take it that’s the boy that had all the smoke on him?”

“Yep, you’d be correct. The boys tend to overreact, but he really isn't a nice person. Steer clear of him,” Mary says.

“Noted. So, that guy, Moony, what’s up with him?”

“Ooooo, Y/N’s got a crush already?” Marlene snickers towards you, making you blush.

“Not a crush, but from our five second interaction, I think he’s pretty cute.”

“You should go for it,” Marlene says, “In all our years at Hogwarts, I don’t think I’ve seen him talk to girls that weren’t us for more than a minute. I’d say you have high odds.”

“Oh, I can’t do that. I’m too shy,” you contest.

“Well, that’s perfect! He’s pretty shy himself. What do you do in your free time?” Lily asks.

You list some of your hobbies for the girls, including reading, writing, and music.

“Well, aren’t you the perfect girl for him. He loves all those things. Tell me you like Bowie,” Mary says. You say nothing in response, shocked that they can read you so well, which causes the girls to yell. “You ARE the perfect girl for him. Come we’ll show you around the castle and then we’re sending you off to him.”

Before you can fight them on this, they’re pulling you around the castle showing you every nook and cranny. You’re grateful for this; You wouldn’t have been able to find your way around otherwise. They show you all the classrooms, take you on a tour of the grounds outside, up all the towers, and finally, you end the tour at the library.

“This is the library,” Lily says, “Since you like to read, I’m sure you’ll spend so much time here. Lucky for you, this is Moony’s favorite place! And if my calculations are correct, he should be in there right now. C’mon, let’s go find him!”

Lily is dragging you inside, and she’s a lot stronger than she looks. They drag you to the far back corner of the library in a hidden nook, revealing the sandy haired boy from before sitting on a couch, nose deep in a book. He doesn’t hear you guys approaching at first and once you guys are a few feet away from him, he pulls his head out of his book and looks up. He immediately locks eyes with you, causing both of you to blush. 

“Gotta go, bye!” Marlene says as she pulls Lily and Mary away from you, leaving you alone with the boy. The two of you still staring at each other, not knowing what to say. 

“Hi,” you say breathlessly.

“Hi,” he says back.

[btsficsandsuch]

hello! if your request is still open can i request one for yoongi or jin about clumsy reader like she often get hurt like walking into a wall, burnt her hand while cooking, etc? and eventually hurt herself really bad & jin/yoongi took care of reader? just very fluffy fics please🥺

thank you in advance! i've been on bed rest for a days now bcs i broke my ankle and been reading your fics to stay sane i hope you keep writing i love your works💗

Sorry this took so long. I hope you’re feeling better by now!

I Heart Yoongi

“I can’t believe this.”, you mumbled to yourself as you waited for the doctor to come back and wrap your arm in a cast. You were currently sitting in the emergency room with your best friend after tripping over your own shoe and falling down a flight of stairs breaking your arm. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call Yoongi? He’s going to be really upset when he finds out you called me and not him.”, your friend asked. Nodding your head you replied, “Yeah he has a busy day today and if he knows I’m here the he’ll skip his entire schedule to be here. He’s always taking care of me and I don’t want him to get in trouble for me.”

Your thoughts traveled back to all the times your boyfriend Yoongi had taken care of you after you clumsily hurt yourself. Just last Monday you burned your hand while making you both breakfast. Somehow you knocked the pan off of the stove and instead of letting it drop on the floor and loosing your pancakes you thought it would be a good idea to try and grab the pan but you instantly regretted it when you felt the stinging pain in your fingers. Yoongi had helped you put burn gel and bandages on your fingers and then even cleaned up the mess you had made before making another batch of pancakes.

Then on Wednesday you thought you’d surprise him by bringing him a drink and some snacks to his studio. You had a cute serving tray that you filled with a glass of water, some snacks that you put in these cute little glass bowls, you made a sandwich that you put on a plate in case he was extra hungry, you also gave him a glass of his favorite whiskey as a treat, and then even though it was cheesy you topped it off with a single rose that you put in a little glass vase. Looking back all that glass was probably a bad idea for someone as clumsy as you but at the time you were trying to be cute. Standing in front of his studio door you were trying to find a way to knock while balancing the heavy tray. You took your hand out from under the tray and knocked three times before quickly putting it back but it was too late. The vase started to sway and toppled over which made the glass of water fall and ruined the food and next thing you know the entire tray fell to the ground with a crash and glass shattering everywhere. In your panic you were trying to clean up hoping maybe Yoongi didn’t hear anything and managed to step on a piece of glass cutting your foot. Cursing yourself you went to walk to the bathroom to find a bandaid but you were stopped when you felt a hand around your wrist and you turned to see Yoongi. Silently he walked you to the bathroom and had you sit down on the tub while checking your foot to make sure there wasn’t any glass stuck before cleaning you up and placing a bandage over the cut. Then he cleaned up your mess even chuckling when he saw the rose. After sulking for a little you walked out into the kitchen just as he was finishing up and he walked over placing a sandwich down for you and bringing one over for himself so the two of you could sit and eat together.

Finally on Friday you had decided to do a deep clean of the apartment. You were down on your hands and knees scrubbing the inside of one of the kitchen cabinets when you heard Yoongi walk in the kitchen. Excitedly you tried to quickly stand up not realizing just how far in the cabinet you were and with a loud thud you hit the back of your head on the top of the cabinet. Yoongi quickly ran over and pulled you into his arms and rubbed the back of your head. He sat your down on the couch before returning to the kitchen to finish up the cleaning job and put everything back in its place all while checking on you every few minutes to make sure you didn’t have a serious head injury or anything.

That brings you to today. You were trying to bring a load of laundry down the stairs and tripped on your bunny slipper (Yoongi always told you that they were a death trap for someone like you but they were so cute) and you went tumbling down the stairs. When you came to a stop you checked to see if you had any injuries and that’s when you felt the sharp pain in your arm and called your friend and ended up in the emergency room.

Thankfully the doctor finally walked back in, “Alright Miss Y/N. What color cast did you want? We have blue, green, red, purple, pink, and just plain white?” “Umm purple I guess.”, you responded without any enthusiasm. The doctor must’ve done this a thousand times because it didn’t take long at all and before you know it he was giving you the discharge instructions, “Keep the cast dry. Try not to over exert yourself. You’ll want to follow up with your doctor in six week to see about removing the cast. Also you’re probably going to have some pain so I’m giving you a prescription for some pain medicine. You can get it filled today at the pharmacy on the second floor.” You nodded and took the paper work before carefully stepping down off the table.

You were walking down the hall following the directions to the pharmacy but when you turned the corner you saw a familiar mop of black hair spilling out of a beanie and a black jean jacket. Turning to your friend you whined, “You seriously called him? I told you not to.” Your friend put her hands up in defense, “He kept texting me asking why you weren’t responding to his texts. I ran out of believable lies.” You then remembered how you had left your phone at home in a panic. Yoongi noticed you walking down the hall and immediately ran up to you carefully wrapping you in a hug. His eyes went wide when he saw the light purple cast on your arm before he gently lifted it up to inspect it. “Thank you for taking care of her. I can take it from here.”, he smiled at your friend. You thanked her as well and watched her walk off towards the exit.

Yoongi took the discharge papers and started reading over everything that the doctor had told you. Not that he didn’t trust you but he wanted to make sure he also knew everything that needed to be done. Without even speaking he took your non broken arm in his hand and began walking you towards the pharmacy handing the clerk your prescription and then taking a seat next to you, “Why didn’t you call me Y/N? I’ve been worried sick all day. First you didn’t respond to any of my texts and then I find out from your friend that you’re at the emergency room.” “I knew you’d come here and I didn’t want that.”, you replied. He scoffed, “And that would be so bad? Sorry I want to be informed when something happens to you.” You were exhausted and in pain and we’re starting to feel guilty for not only not calling Yoongi but now he was missing important meetings and whatnot and he was also mad at you and it all became too much. You began to sniffle, “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to worry. I knew you had a busy day and I didn’t want you to get in trouble for leaving. Of course I want you here but I didn’t tell you for your sake. You’re always taking care of me because I’m so clumsy and I jus-“. Yoongi leaned over and placed a kiss on your lips to shut you up. Then he wiped away some of your left over tears, “I’m not mad Y/N. I just got scared that you were in the hospital and I didn’t know why. You are always going to be more important to me than any schedule and I’m always going to be here to take care of you.” Feeling a little better you smiled and reached over to squeeze his hand. “I swear Y/N, I’m gonna wrap you in bubble wrap and then put you in one of those giant bubble things. I don’t think my heart can handle a life time of this.”, he chuckled and you giggled along with him.

The clerk called your name and Yoongi walked you up to retrieve your medicine and the two of you made your way to his car. After stopping to get some food you were glad to finally be back home. Yoongi was Yoongi and didn’t let you get a minute alone. Carefully he helped you undress and then wrapped your cast in plastic so you could shower. Since he knew you too well and he knew being one arm down would only make you clumsier he stood by the shower and helped you shampoo and condition your hair and he made sure you didn’t slip. After the shower he helped you get dressed and gave you another dose of your pain medicine and after following his nighttime routine he got in bed next to you pulling you close so you both could get some sleep after and exhausting day.

The following morning you woke up and looked over at your nightstand finding your pain medicine, a chocolate chip muffin with some strawberries, a glass of orange juice, and a note,

“I had to go to the company to catch up on some things I missed yesterday. When you get up take another pain pill but you can’t take it on an empty stomach so make sure you eat. I’ll be home around 3pm. Please just rest and don’t get any more hurt. I love you.”

You smiled as you took a bite of the muffin and that’s when you looked down at your cast and noticed some writing. You chuckled thinking about how at some point last night Yoongi must’ve doodled on your cast. Taking another bite of the muffin you smiled staring down at the picture of two cats sitting next to each other. One with a cast on their arm and wearing a ‘I heart Yoongi’ shirt and the other wearing a beanie and a basketball jersey. Slowly you got out of bed and as carefully as possible you carried the rest of your breakfast out to the living room to wait for Yoongi to return so you could thank him again.

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Seresin's Date

Summary: You had a date that night, but your brother wanted to be there to meet him. Don’t want to give too much away but know big brother Jake isn’t happy!

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Sister!Reader, Mystery Date x Reader

Warnings: Use of swear words, not too much else

Word count: 1.7k

Requested: Thank you Anon for this fun request! I hope you enjoy it!!

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading. Inbox is open for requests, questions, or to say hello! If you have requested something, know that it is being worked on!

Jake was currently tapping his foot on the ground, agitation rolling off him in waves. It was clear to anyone around him that the laid-back pilot wasn’t here today, and they would do best to tread lightly. Natasha had been dying to know what had him all riled up, but the day was filled with training runs and debriefs. It wasn’t until they were walking to the locker room that she was able to poke the bear.

“What has your panties in a twist?” Bob shook his head at how little she cared about his feelings but was secretly curious as well. From past experiences, it took a lot to get him as wound up as he is now.

“Don’t want to talk about it.” They didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, giving them a small clue to work with.

“Afraid you’re going to be late for whatever girl you brainwashed into going out with you?” Natasha knew it wasn’t that simple. Jake hadn’t been bragging all day about who he picked up at the bar. But she knew that was the best way to get him talking.

They reached the locker room and Jake forcefully opened his locker, tossing his helmet inside.

“My sister has a date tonight and I want to be there to meet this son of a bitch. Let him know that she isn’t the kind of girl he can mess with. But now I’m running late, and she made it clear she wasn’t waiting on me.” They all watched him run a hand through his hair, silently taking in this new side of him.

Javy knew this was going to happen. Of all the sisters Jake had, you were the one he kept a close eye on. Growing up, you weren’t the perfect southern bell your mom had tried to mold, and your dad was too focused on his career to do much parenting. Leaving Jake to be the parental figure you needed to stay out of trouble as well as be shown the love and affection that you missed out on. The two of you had an unbreakable bond which made situations like this tough on him. No matter how old you got, you were still his baby sister.

“Your sister? The one who just moved here like a week ago?” Jake sent a threatening glare at Bob who spoke up for the first time. This resulted in him throwing his hands up in surrender, hoping Jake wasn’t going to turn on him.

“Yeah, that one. I don’t even understand how she found a guy that fast. Or where for that matter.” He had finished changing into his civilian clothes and turned to face the guy whose locker was next to his.

“What? Nothing to add, bird boy?” Bradley wanted to say many things but decided to keep them to himself. Jake hadn’t ever laid hands on a fellow pilot, no matter how provoked, but he wasn’t about to test the boundaries.  

“Nah man. Just try not to kill the poor guy tonight. I don’t think the military takes too kindly on murderers.” Bradley couldn’t hold back the small smirk but didn’t dare to meet Jake’s gaze. He knew it wouldn’t end well if he did.

Jake let out a huff and stormed out of the room. Javy told him in passing to call him if needed. He had no issues being back up when it came to the Seresin family.

With some miracle of not getting pulled over on the way to your apartment, Jake practically ran up the stairs to the second floor, taking two steps at a time. He unlocked the door to find you dancing around in shorts and a tank top, music being played louder than it should, not looking like you were anywhere near being ready.

Your face lit up when you saw your brother walking through the doorway. “Perfect timing! I need help picking out what to wear.” You saw the eye roll that was directed towards you, but you knew it was playful. Skipping back to your room, you came back out holding up two simple dresses. A black one and a red one. They really weren’t anything fancy, but colors seemed to make a difference no matter the style.

“Neither. Go put on some jean and a sweater or something.” Jake leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms, watching as you shook your head at him.

“It’s summer in California. While it may get a bit chilly with the wind, I’m not dressing for winter just to please you. I think I’ll go with the black.” You walked back into your room to change, but a knock on the door stopped you. Your date was ten minutes early, something that would please your brother but now had you scrambling to finish getting ready.

You yelled out, “Play nice. I didn’t put makeup on for nothing, so you better not run the guy off.” Grumbling was what was heard from the other room, but you smiled to yourself as you waited for the next few minutes to play out.

Jake opened the door and tilted his head to the side in confusion.   

“What are you…” Then it clicked. His teammate with the obnoxious mustache was standing at your door in a nice button-down shirt and slacks, holding a bouquet of flowers. “Absolutely fucking not. Turn your ass around and leave.”

Bradley knew he was going to be fighting an uphill battle the second you told him your last name a few days ago. Somehow, he got lucky and accidentally bumped into you at the supermarket. The two of you seemed to hit it off, and he almost didn’t believe when you said you were related to Jake.

And it didn’t help that Jake was quicker than he was leaving today. Maverick was doing him a solid and purposely dragging out the debrief, hoping to give him enough time to slip past his teammate.

But one thing he didn’t put into thought was that right now Jake wasn’t his teammate. Right now, he was the overprotective brother who wanted nothing more than to kill him.

“There is nothing I can say right now that will make you happy, is there?” Bradley casually looked over Jake’s shoulder, hoping if he could prolong this conversation, you would come to his rescue.

“Unless the words consist of, ‘Tell your sister I’m sorry and have a good night’ then no.” Jake blocked the doorway, not letting Bradley see any bit inside your apartment. His mind was struggling to figure out what to say, but a small hand appeared on Jakes chest and pushed him back.

“You know, I figured you would be happier knowing that one of your teammates is looking after me and not some stranger I picked up at a bar. Unless you would rather that, then I can head there instead?” Bradley watched as the smirk that Jake always had was used against him by his little sister. Now he saw how the two of you were related. If the situation was different, he probably would’ve laughed. Instead, he bit back a smile and watched as his teammate fumbled for a response.

If he thought Jake’s change in attitude this afternoon was crazy, this took a while new level. The arrogant aviator was nowhere to be seen. In his place was someone who clearly cared for his sister but didn’t want to push her away. He thought about what he was going to say rather than spewing words that were designed to get under your skin. For once, Jake wasn’t in control of the situation, and it was eye opening watching him struggle to stay above water.

“I would be happier knowing you weren’t going out with any guy. I just want you to be safe.” Jake was gripping the doorframe with white knuckles, showing just how hard he was trying to keep his cool. But all that went out the door when you said what you did next.

“You come home talking about how great of a teammate Bradley is and how much you trust him to watch your back. Is that not someone you think I would be safe with?”

Bradley watched as your head tilted to the side some, feigning innocence even though you knew exactly what those words were going to do. Jake didn’t know if he wanted to yell at you or Bradley, so he threw up his hands instead.

“I never said that. Don’t go filling his head with lies when we both know it isn’t true.” He turned back to Bradley and pointed a finger at him. “You bring her back by 11 and not a second later. You hurt her and you will have much bigger problems than whether you are going to make the cut for this mission or not. I don’t care that you are a teammate, that’s my baby sister and she means more than your life does. Do I make myself clear?”

Bradley nodded his head and held out a hand for him to shake. Jake looked down at it and sighed, “God this is stupid.” But shook it anyway.

You gave Jake a quick kiss on the cheek and told him you will call if you need anything. But as you were leaving Jake asked, “Could I introduce you to Phoenix? She seems like a way better choice.”

You tossed your head back and laughed, making Jake smile reluctantly in return. “Don’t try and sneak in. I’ll be waiting up for you.” He gave you and wink and let the two of you walk off to the date that he never in a million years wanted to happen.

When the two of you were out of sight, Jake picked up his phone and dialed Javy. “Hey man. How do you feel about crashing a date?”

A/N: Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you so much for reading!  

[thatswhatthepoetssay]

Sunshine Boy Chapter 1

Franken Kyle Spencer X Reader

Word count: 806

Summery: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.

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When we are young we are told stories of magical castles, brave knights, and evil witches.

As I step through the doors of Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, I can feel the sweat starting to build on the palms of my hands. After the meeting with the headmistress, I have some time to explore my new home.

The portraits of previous supremes stand out on the snow-colored walls.

They look so poised and solemn, not a single smile in sight, how peculiar.

“Hey, you’re the new girl right?”Asks the brunette-haired girl.

I’m the new girl at a school for witches..right.

“Yeah actually, I just got here a few hours ago” I answer hoping to sound as nice as possible.

“Alright then follow me, you will be bunking with me and Madison.” She says as starts to walk up the curved stairs.

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By sunset, I knew all of the necessary schedules, routines, and even picked up on some gossip.

After asking the girl from earlier, whose name turned out to be Zoe, for directions to the bathroom. I grabbed my things and headed toward what I thought was the correct room.

Upon entering the thought-to-be bathroom I quickly realized that it was a bedroom.

I'm instantly met with a pair of brown eyes that carry a confused expression. To my surprise, they belong to a boy with sun-colored hair.

Isn’t this supposed to be an academy for “exceptional young ladies”?

“I'm sorry I didn’t mean to barge in, I was looking for the bathroom.” I explain while looking at him. Instead of replying he simply gets up and cautiously walks over to where I’m standing.

As he stands in front of me with confusion written all over his face, I see someone walking toward the room.

“Oh hi YN, I thought you were going to the bathroom?” Says Zoe as she walks through the doorway.

“Yeah I was trying to find it, but ended up here.. who’s this by the way” I eye the blonde boy in-font of me.

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After Zoe’s quick explanation, I turn back to who now is known to be Kyle.

“Well Kyle my name is YN, I’m new, sorry again for barg-“ Before I could finish my sentence Kyle raises one of his hands and gently places it on the side of my cheek. Zoe quickly moves his hand away while telling him that he shouldn’t do that.

That was an oddly comforting way to say “hello.”

“Um well I guess I’ll just go now, sorry again” I quickly add as I walk out into the hallway.

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The following morning instead of waking up to see my new roommates, I woke up to see a note placed on my bedside table.

“Cordelia needed us to get some supplies so we are going to be out for a bit. Would you mind bringing some breakfast over to Kyles's room? Sorry for being a bother, Zoe. Ps: There are pancakes on the counter:)”

After reading the note I quickly get dressed and head downstairs to get some food for myself and Kyle.

“Kyle? Its YN. Is it okay if I come in? I brought some food.” I say as I slightly open the door. As soon as I come into the bedroom I immediately spot Kyle sitting on the floor with some sort of cards all around him.

“F..ood?” He questions as I sit down setting the breakfast tray in front of him.

“Yeah food, there are chocolate chip pancakes today!” I reply while taking a pancake from the stack.

His eyes immediately light up as he reaches for the plate. His face scrunches up in concentration as he pours the syrup on his pancake.

Something about his golden locks falling onto his face makes me want to just reach up and brush them away.

“So Kyle.. how long have you been here?” I ask while taking a sip of my coffee.

He looks at me and starts to try to communicate his thoughts. After a few seconds, he lets out an irritated puff and buries his face in his hands.

“Hey it's okay-“ I try to calm him down by placing a hand on his shoulder “- take your time.”

At that, he raises his head and lets out a small whine. He looks so exhausted, his eyes have a tear-like sheen and his lips are formed into a frown.

“St..uu..upid” He mumbles as he points his pointer finger at his chest.

“I know you’re not Kyle. You’re not stupid, okay?” I say while giving him a small smile.

Immediately I am engulfed in a tight hug. His arms wrap around me and his head goes to rest on my shoulder. After a few seconds, my hands start to stroke his hair in a soothing matter.

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PS Whenever I post Chapter 2 It will be A-LOT longer. In the meantime I will be posting different Ahs stories, one-shots, and requests. Im currently working on a Tate Langdon one that will be posted in a few days! Lmk if you guys have any requests for future stories :)

[cablyunkataplum]

Spider tag

Hobie Brown x Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 3093

Summary: When your favorite spiders are in your dimension they take the opportunity to have a good time, including Hobie.

Written Curse: Second person!--Use of (__)!--(__) and her dimension is written to appeal to art nouveau--Hey guys, guess who's my fav character, es mi cumple así que voy a andar aventando verga See ya Darlings!

The morning so impassive cradled caressed against everything it touched, within the pleasant walls of a peculiar house that is related with exquisiteness to its sisters in such a graceful way, sheltered the young woman who rested placidly, the only thing you were able to hear was the movement of water and wind that flowed and aimlessly gave life to the city.

When you noticed more activity your eyelids allowed you to see your familiar surroundings and without any hurry you separated from the bed, your feet on the cold floor woke you up completly when you went to the small closet next to it. With all the care you put the clothes aside until you reached your suit that as you brushed it with your fingers a certain impatience ran through you but you disregarded it as you put it away in one of the bags that hung on one of the legs of the bed that you used to use as a coat rack. Putting each of the clothes in its place and arranging the room as much as possible, you went out.

The clacking of shoes against the stairs announced your presence in the dining room where your mother and father were having breakfast --Good morning-- mom spoke first who was already serving food on the plate designated for you, with the same phrase you kissed her head and her hand to do the same with your father and immediately sit down to eat. During this time the conversations were short and even banal, but they were always better than what had once been the family dynamic. With touches of the napkin to your mouth to wipe away remnants of what might have been left behind, they both asked about what plans you had today; who you would be seeing, where, how many hours you would be gone, things of that nature. Your already improvised answers were enough for them as they nodded in approval, other words were exchanged until you finished your plate and excused yourself.

In the HQ cafeteria, they were already there, all the seats were taken so they stood around waiting for you to arrive, each with their respective outfits plus backpacks or bags containing a change of clothes. Meanwhile, Miles made sure they brought with them anything he considered important --Keys?-- he pointed to Pavitr who affirmed, then to Hobie who just slumped his shoulders and muttered --Yeah-- with this he pointed to Gwen who confirmed she had her keys and a copy of Hobie's. Although the boy wouldn't admit it because he wasn't aware of it, in this area he was similar to Rio and Jeff. Now calmer he proceeded with his mental list but Gwen interrupted him --Miles, it's okay we don't need that much stuff-- Pavitr continued --It's the dimension of (__) after all-- he tapped the other's shoulder. With the mask on, his lenses widened for a second in reaction to them not taking it as seriously as he did, in his own experience going to their dimensions there was always something unexpected going on. He crossed his arms and flexed one hand, --Sorry to be cautious--, --Don't apologize mom-- Hobie replied waving his hand which annoyed Miles slightly.

He sighed and removed the mask that wrapped around his head to be next to the boys, --Say what you want, you'll be thanking me later--, he smiled to himself, --Whatever you say-- Gwen rolled her eyes. Part of this unfolded with you as a spectator until you decided to intervene, --I hope I wasn't too late to be early-- you got close enough to be heard. They turned in your direction and Hobie didn't waste a moment to approach you, placing his hands on your waist, with a smile he greeted you and their lips met with the same sweetness of many other occasions, with one of your hands on his jaw, --Hello to you too (__)-- Pavitr approached shaking his hand --And don't worry, it's not like we were 30 minutes early-- the pair right behind him. At this you separated from the boy to greet the others by clapping your palms together, your eyes fell on the backpacks --What do you have there?-- as you asked this question all eyes pointed to Miles who just clarified; it was all they needed.

You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows --Okay-- your wrist was raised close to you to see well what you were typing --Then I won't make you wait any longer-- the portal then appeared a few meters away from you, Hobie went first, Gwen second, you third until the only ones still there were Pavitr and Miles --Let's go mom-- Pavitr tried not to let his amused tone be heard too much and entered the portal to close as Miles entered too.

Earth 831

The roof of a building, for the moment, was the ground on which they stand, as they pass and reach the dimension Morales' eyes widen at the visuals of what surrounds him as does its melodic singing. With a turn, he feels his eyes open even wider as he witnesses such an ethereal panorama, as his mind can put into words.

The canals surround the city and cross through it to carry its vitality everywhere, they intertwine with the plants and buildings so much that everything seems to be in motion thanks to the delicate curves that facilitate the passage of the crystalline water that reflects everything as a mirror and adds its bluish tone to the infrastructure with its waves, thus a duality is created; the movement and the static. Homes, workplaces, schools; everything blends and stands out in its own way.

--Wow-- sighs the spider with admiring eyes, a genuine smile at his amazement forms on your lips with a feeling of appreciation but also amusement at the reaction, --Let's give Miles a moment before he passes out or worse-- you tease. Miles rolls his eyes with a slight snort and a smile similar to yours, he raises his hands in defense at the comment before responding matching your tone --Haha, I feel the pressure drop and my heartbeat is already nil-- he rubs his hands together and sparks escape from them --I hope they know CPR--.

The others smile, Gwen shakes her head reproachfully even if the smile gives her away while Pavitr nods at the speed of her counterattack. Hobie just grimaces with the smile still present --Not bad-- you nod as well and your arms flex so that it's possible to put your hands on your hips --Well… What do you want to do? I have something in mind but I'm willing to listen to opinions-- everyone gathers to form a circle, think for a moment and give their ideas to do in the rest of the day to discuss and choose by majority vote.

So, they shed their suits for civilian clothes, descended from the building and set out to make the most of the time. The sky was inked with soft fire with its palliated sun glints reflecting off the stream and resting on whatever they could reach, again on a rooftop, the group resting after having had a busy day.

Their chests expand and contract with ease, some with their eyes open to look above them and those that remain with their eyelids covering them. Pavitr moves his field of vision so he can see you as far as his position allows him to see you --what did you have in mind after all? Sure, if we didn't already do it-- at this you arch your eyebrow somewhat confused at his question until it comes to your mind what you mentioned hours ago, a grimace on your face --Do you really remember that?-- when you see him you mutter in affirmation --I have a good memory-- he rotates so that his forehead rests on the ceiling, Gwen intervenes in the conversation --You don not-- he pushes the boy slightly --Yes I do-- he replies back with mock annoyance.

--Only when you want-- Hobie also speaks, hand on his chest and the other under his head with a nonchalant countenance, Pavitr snorts, --You're against me?-- he tilts his head and leans down so his face meets the other's --It was a compliment-- he puts his hand against the boy's face and pushes it which makes Pavitr snort --Sure, pick on the younger spidey-- you all grunt and snort with complaints until you mimic Pavitr's position --Well… it's nothing we did, it's good timing anyway--- you squat down to propel your legs and stand --Get up-- at this another round of complaints passes.

Seeing that the others don't even make an attempt you roll your eyes --Really?-- you scratch your head for a second --So be it-- as fast as you can you touch Miles --Tag, you're it-- and run out to jump --Loser buys the food-- and with that you throw a web, suit already on in the time lapse of the jump. The others are surprised but waste no time in darting off in all directions, Miles just sighs and rubs his eyelids but a feeling of competitiveness comes over him, he wouldn't spend a penny today.

Like a swing you move through the city without looking back but your senses alert in case you need to, after another spider web you stick to a building and breathe for a few minutes. This doesn't last too long when some steps warn you of the presence of someone and you turn around, hand ready to throw webs --Hey, hey, I'm a friend not foe-- Hobie tries to approach you but you squint your eyes showing you don't trust him --I would have done something by now, wouldn't I?-- you slowly lower your hand and turn around to see if there is no danger nearby --Did anyone follow you?-- he denies with words and movements, he walks to your side and his hand grabs yours pulling it to kiss it with affection --I'm too stealthy, I sneak away from capitalism to do whatever I want-- your head rises as well as your eyebrows --Ah, cool-- you pretend indifference although inside you have always found it funny and even interesting how out of nowhere he can make comments like that.

This one smiles and with his hip gives you a shove with which you stagger. Without being able to do anything, a spider web lands on the wall of the building that makes you turn to see who is responsible for this, Miles lands on the same wall and without waste, he uses his muscles to touch one of you. With a somersault you evade him and so begins a three-way waltz thanks to the game.

--Come on guys--Miles laughs, unable to hide the frustration of not having touched either of you to escape the probable responsibility, he continues in this way but in an unexpected turn of events Mile touches Hobie, there is no time to think, now you and Miles must get as far away as possible knowing that he will come after you if Gwen or Pavitr are not on the radar. With the webs you fling yourself and pray they won't come after you, but you remember the rules and it's clear he'll come after you because he already is.

An irregular route is attempted to disappear from your gaze and it is decided, back and forth, left or right until you turn and it is gone, well, for now you turn a corner with a new web when another one intertwines with yours and you meet Hobie once again, as the twisted chains of a swing are encircled with twists and turns. A short moment where you can see each other's eyes through the contact lenses, where your costumes undergo color changes by the light and everything stops as photography, you only exist for and in this precise instant. Until their bodies begin to approach attracted by a centripetal force.

But this doesn't stop the Spider from tapping you on the shoulder with a 'Tag, you're it-- to break free from the web and escape into another one. With your head down you curse and recover, clearly this will not stay like this. You jump from one building to another, looking for the others with a hawk's eye and as if the universe orchestrated it; Miles, Pavitr and Gwen appeared in the field. Going in their direction you make a decision on who to go to, Gwen, but apparently the thing would not be so simple because when you are less than 30 centimeters away from her something sticks to you and prevents you from moving forward.

And this same thing pulls you in its direction, when your eyes fall with the person in charge you shout --Cheater!-- Hobie doesn't say anything and only continues with the back and forth without preventing you from any action, a snort leaves your nose and you get ready to continue. In such a way things develop like this; everyone dodging and evading the one who brings them, Hobie from time to time pulling the others either to save them or to have his henchman moment by 'helping' the other, cobwebs everywhere, accusations, provocations, there is nothing you don't try.

Finally, hours later, everyone comes to an agreement to finish without a loser.

--Your money isn't worth here anyway--You mention as they all walk away, --The one I saved myself from-- you shake your head trying not to burst out laughing at their faces of realization, it's true, their money won't work in another universe. --Cheater-- they talk at the same time and mess with your hair-- --Hey!Hey!-- you shove their hands away --It's not my fault you didn't remember, the only one I should apologize to is Miles-- You continue walking until you reach the store, you let them in before following them. Ready to order they spend the afternoon talking.

The key secures the lock and with a check you separate yourself from the door, walk to the living room and greet your parents for the second time that day, also with the purpose of notifying them of your upcoming rest. Climbing step after step you try to keep a pace that is taken as calm, the door opens and having a guest inside the room you are saved, however, such a visit does not last as long as usual, the curtains are inflated to shelter anything that could succumb to the force of the wind and lonely longing for the presence they serve.

You walk carelessly in the confines of the vast lake with your partner's company, the noise of the city becomes mere muffled whispers and the thin light is more than enough to see where you step. Hobie moves his gaze at times to see you or settles for your figure in his peripheral view, but he doesn't stop moving forward, thus going unnoticed as he pulls something out of his pocket --(__)-- catches your attention and seeing you stop does the same until you are even, his hand covers the object but not by much.

Your eyes fall to his hand which like a cocoon he opens to reveal a sweet gift; an arachnid shaped pendant made of what appears to be gemstone with aquamarine tones and whitish sparkles. Copper legs with pearly decorations that mimic the fur that some of these animals have, a few cracks visible in all this, likewise, protruding from the mouth of the spider hangs porcelain spider web.

--I tried to glue it on as best I could-- he confesses in that voice of nights of effort, --But clearly it won't go back to the original thing-- with a sensitive touch you pick up the earring to examine it closely and those breaks only add to the delicate effect. Without a second thought you dangle it from your ear and smile, shaking your head so he can see your profile, your hand curved in your ear, --So?--, --it looks spectacular-- he runs a finger down your cheek and swings the chandelier with it. You get caught up in the moment, mischievously grab each other and pull until you're holding on with just one hand.

Faced with spontaneity, you let yourselves be carried away by a dance at the same point of the lake. Repelling each other for an instant you shoot a spider web that catches on one of the trees on the other side to cling to a closer one, so a rope hangs over the body of water and you climb it with a few acrobatics until you are in the middle. Hobie doesn't lag behind and throws his own perpendicularly, climbing more aggressively and safely with an exchange of smiles they weave and with calculated jumps begin to knit, each perceived vibration causing the material to flash, linking one to the other or directing so that a pattern builds.

With a leap Hobie grabs you to continue the dance as they put the finishing touches on the fine lace and unhurriedly roll around the net. With the work completed, you center yourselves to lie down and snuggle against your figures, a few minutes pass with the comfortable silence where the calm invites you to fall into surrender. The boy's embrace as an addition. --You fooled us all-- he tries to sound incriminating but his voice comes out completely amused and you decide to play along --I have my methods-- you put on an overbearing attitude and look at your nails --Mmm, it shows-- he rests his cheek on the palm of your hand and with the other hand he pokes your rib --You better not become a dictator or similar because I will crush your head-- now he opens his hand and grabs your face shaking it, you both laugh and roll your eyes.

He leans down and crosses his legs --Why tag?-- squint your shoulders and tilt your head --Why not?-- Hobie is slow to show his reaction but just laughs sarcastically --Sure-- he leans down even more until your foreheads touch and they fall back into silence, treasuring this day without thinking about the future even for a single second even. And it feels as if the web is wrapping and caressing them to protect them from any suffering, past or yet to pass so that hope and love will prevail, a second, an instant, so ephemeral and so infinite.

[blackstarmylove]

After a Long Day (Word Game)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Rindou x fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Rindou with fem!mc. Tired, comfort, home-date(?). (Sfw)

A/N: Hope you like it. :3

Word Count: 720

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Before you went to sleep last night, you had a feeling feeling the next day was not going to be good. As it turned out, your instincts were correct. First off, your alarm clock didn't sound off when it should have. Then, you had to decide between looking appropriate for work or eating breakfast, so you chose the former. You then found out that the elevator malfunctioned, and you had no choice but to take the stairs down fifteen floors. At this point, your makeup was already smudging. To top this all off, your car refused to start, so you had to take a cab—which unfortunately did not come with working air conditioning. By the time you reached work, you were completely drenched in sweat.

It didn't stop there. The project you were assigned to was due today, but two of your co-workers didn't finish their part and pinned the blame on you. Your boss called you into the office and gave you a long lecture before threatening to demote you. You didn't get a lunch break either. Amidst the chaos, Rindou called you to check in, and you had to lie to him that you were doing okay. By the end of the day, all you wanted to do was go home, curl on the bed, and cry yourself to sleep.

"Finally," you kicked open the front door to your apartment and dragged your feet in. Not caring about making a mess, you dropped your handbag and workbag on the floor but froze when the sweet smell of freshly made cookies tickled your nose. "Cookies?"

"Are you hungry?" An equally sweet voice called from the kitchen.

"Rindou?" You squealed in surprise. How did you not notice your boyfriend standing in the kitchen? Maybe you were even more exhausted than you realized. "What are you doing here?"

He forced a smile, the corners of his mouth barely turning upwards. His worried eyes scanned her face as you walked closer to him. "When I called to ask how your day was, you sounded tired," he spoke softly, his words hushed and careful as if they were made of glass. He watched as your expression changed ever so slightly before returning to its neutral position.

So, he figured you were lying to him. Feeling guilty, you sighed, "Rindou, I'm so-"

"It's okay. I know you didn't want me to worry. Go freshen up. Everything will be ready by the time you are out," he smiled warmly.

"Y-Yeah." You nodded and quickly headed to your bathroom to find a bath drawn for you with your favorite scented candles decorating the area around the tub. On the edge of the tub was a note with a box of bath-bombs, "Enjoy your bath but don't take too long. Otherwise, dinner will get cold."

"Oh, Rindou..."

Once you were ready, you walked out of your room and were hit with the familiar delicious aroma of food from your favorite restaurant. Was this a date?

Rindou pulled back one of the dining table chairs and motioned you to sit down. "Shall we eat, my dear princess?"

As you enjoyed the food, you told him about your day, and he quietly listened. "I can't thank you enough for this Rindou. I would have cried myself to sleep if it weren't for you."

"You are a strong woman, and I'm proud of you for making it through the day," he softly said.

You stared at him for a moment before whispering, "Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve someone like you."

His shoulders tensed while his cheeks slowly turned red. "I...am lucky to have you in my life."

As you giggled at his words, your eyes fell on the clock on the wall behind him. "Hey, today is...wait, Rindou. Don't you have work today? You're going to be late!"

"I won't," he smiled. "I asked Sinju to cover my shift today."

"Why?" You gasped.

"I could tell you weren't having a good day and didn't want you to be alone."

Lucky was an understatement to describe how you felt. You managed to find a man who not only understood you but also wanted to do what he can to keep you happy. Not to mention, he was handsome and talented. You were floating on cloud nine.

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Beat

Summary: Kenny play drums, Kyle's in drama, has a love story ever been laid out so easily before?

Warnings: Swearing

Authors Note: entering my dialogue era while I recover from the whiplash of finishing a 10K project. so yeah, enjoy some bullshit band kid kenny and drama kid kyle, no promises on quality because tired. the K2 is already like, established, in this one. hope ya'll enjoy

Kenny McCormick, older brother of one, and in his second year of high school. He's been thinking of dropping out, but there isn't exactly anywhere else that he can get his hands on a drum kit. They are much, much pricier than he initially expected them to be.

And he has friends here too, he doesn't really wanna just, ditch 'em. He'd be ditching them to pursue dreams of a garage band and working at a gas station anyways. Both of which are decent options, but not exactly ideal.

Still, he bides his time. Shattering drum sticks and near puncturing the instruments. Playing until his joints ache and until he gets blisters and callouses from it. It's a grand old time if nothing else, just for fun. For the euphoria of such a destructive instrument, the only one built for taking out his anger on.

"Kenny!"

He keeps playing, arms crossed over briefly and foot pressing on the kick pedal in perfect time. He looks up from his kit to find Kyle at the door to the band room, the few stairs down give him even more height on him. An arm rests on the railing as he walks down, he takes a seat on the floor a considerable distance from Kenny.

"Shouldn't you be practicing your role?!"

Kyle holds a hand to his ear. Kenny stops playing, pressing a hand to the cymbals to quiet them. He gently places your sticks on top of the snare drum and it rattles.

"Shouldn't you be up at the drama room, Ky?" Kenny asked, leaning over the upper drums of his kit.

Kyle scoffed, "Unlike the rest of those plebeians I've mastered all of my lines, expressions, and body language."

"Nice, you're way too fucking good at that shit. You should have an Emmy award on your wall," Kenny said, he gave a brief spin on his stool. He tapped along the cymbals as he rotated.

"I mean, I'm okay at it," Kyle said as he stood up and walked over to the spread of instruments. There was stray cases everywhere, someone left their flute on the piano. The redhead sat on the bench and pressed down on a key, "But we need some music."

"Music?" There was a bit too much excitement on his voice.

Kyle nodded, "Mostly a drum roll, but it would kill to have actual percussion offstage."

He's pretty sure he's grinning. He's definitely grinning.

"So," Kyle begins with, a devious smirk on his face, "Want in?"

"Fuck yeah! I'll totally do a drum roll for your play! Dude, it'd be a fucking honor," Kenny answered with an ecstatic nod, tapping the tip of his toe to the kick drum. It's bad for the instrument, he doesn't care.

"We already got a snare somewhere in the drama room, just bring your sticks," Kyle said as he stood up and took a couple steps closer to Kenny's kit, "Clubs after school, three fifteen to five."

He leaned over the crash cymbal, "I know, I pick you up on club days, remember idiot?" Kyle leans over and presses a kiss to Kenny's cheek.

"I remember, just making sure you knew it was today man. We don't usually do club on Wednesday nitwit," Kyle answered with smugly, he brought a hand to flick at the blondes forehead.

Kenny gives a hum, "I'll be there, and I'll make sure to wash all of the frog guts off."

"Aw man, you look hot covered in blood," Kyle teased.

"How much blood can there be in a dead frog?" Kenny asked as he gingerly pressed on the hi-hat pedal. It clattered depressingly.

"Good point," Kyle said, "Love you bro."

"We're literally dating," Kenny said.

"You call me dude, I call you bro," Kyle said, he brought a hand to his chest and blew the intensity of his words out of proportion. He was smirking, "Only fair."

"And you wonder why people think we're just friends," Kenny said.

"I'm literally in drama, Ken, I'm pretty sure they've figured out I'm a rampant homo. Although, I can see why they wouldn't be able to tell you are," Kyle said, he vaguely gestured to Kenny as he spoke.

Kenny glanced down to his outfit, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"C'mon man, you know exactly what I mean. You need some flair, dye your hair, go goth- you've been wearing all orange since we were little kids," Kyle said, "I think I have some red leftover from last years play."

"Where you had to bleach your hair?" Kenny asked.

"Where I had to bleach my hair," Kyle echoed back, "You'd look good with a bit of dyed hair."

"I dunno dude, I think the subtle homosexual look is good on me. If another queer looked at me they'd know I'd be down to clown, and that's what it's all about," Kenny explained as he stood up and brushed down his jacket. He looked down at his outfit, "But you are the drama kid, you may be onto something."

"Exactly- really Ken, some eyeliner would fix you," Kyle said, "Helps draw attention to the face, it's why we always wear so much of it on stage. I think you'd look good with some iridescent black." He brought his hands to rest on Kenny's face, tracing over the shapes and contours of flesh.

"Dude! At least wait until we're out of school, or, in the drama room," Kenny said, batting away Kyle's hands and beating down the flush rising to his face.

"Good point, I got English, see ya in an hour or so," Kyle said before turning to take his leave.

Kenny loitered for a bit longer, science class was on the same floor, "See ya in an hour!"

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Congrats on the milestone!!

Could I get a 🦀 👑 drabble with the line ❛ is that my shirt? ❜ for Butch? Thank you :)

Ooh, this is cute <3

I hope you like it! 😁

Butch still felt like he was buzzing. He felt higher than when Paul Hannon had shared those pills with him when they were still in school, felt like he could fly up and bust through the roof of your metal-walled Megaton bedroom.

How he'd managed to get a wink of sleep after last night... last night with you, he'll never know. Now though, now he was up, he was up and he was ready for another day at your side, another day of being free, kicking ass, another day that could maybe lead to another night just like this last one... Damn, he hoped so.

If you felt half as good as he did today, then you had to be looking forward to doin' something like this again, right?

Footsteps echoed through the house as you came up the stairs, and even before seeing you, Butch felt his heart soar.

"You awake now, baby?" You peeked up at him as you made it up to the second floor.

A boyish grin overtook his face before he could stop it.

"Oh yeah, baby, I'm up."

Even from a few feet away, he could see the way your face heated as you made the final steps to the foot of the bed. He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you moved to sit in front of him. You were only wearing these little shorts, and a thin, white, long-sleeved--

"Say, Lone, is that my shirt?"

Your eyes widened as you settled on the mattress, but otherwise you showed no sign of hearing his inquiry.

"Here. I made coffee." You handed out a mug to him brusquely, and Butch happily scooted forward to take it, conscious of his bare form as he brought the blanket over with him and kept it settled in his lap.

"That's okay, Lone. You look pretty good in it, is all I was gonna say."

As his eyes met yours, you looked away sheepishly, an embarrassed grin playing at your lips.

It only made him feel more bold.

"Last night was good, huh?"

You nearly choked at the statement, hot coffee threatening to spill form you in your surprise.

Butch only laughed, and your face heated even further. There was no way the blush wasn't physically noticeable by now.

"Mmhm. Yeah... It was." You chuckled nervously, still feeling Butch's eyes on you as you wiped at your mouth.

"It was..." You continued slowly, almost unwittingly, maybe just to fill the silence, as your gaze roamed over Butch's bare torso, up to his lightly-haired chest, to his strong shoulders... "It was really good, huh? I've never..."

You swallowed as your eyes met his again, but this time you didn't look away.

"Never felt that way about anyone before." You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you finished.

"Me neither." He said, almost easily, and smiled, and you noticed the way his eyes creased and shone with genuine emotion.

"Man, I just mean... I mean, I woke up this morning feeling like I was on cloud 9 or something, you know?"

You smiled as you nodded to him, and you felt a subtle touch on your hand. It was like he hadn't even noticed, he was just absent-mindedly stroking over the back of your hand, up over your wrist, brushing at the sleeve of your shirt-- his shirt, as he spoke. Just needing to touch you.

A pleasant fuzzy feeling erupted in your stomach, right where the knots had been forming all morning as you'd waited for him to wake.

"Just makes me glad we left that vault." He continued softly, "Left all that behind us... Cuz, I mean, we never coulda gotten here could we? With Amata, an' the way she felt about me, an' Paul and them... The Tunnel Snakes... Didn't leave a lotta room for this, y'know?"

"Yeah... that was tough." You set down your mug on the end table, opting instead to crawl back into bed with your companion. He shifted to accommodate you beside him, pulling the covers up so you could slide underneath and join him in the pleasant coziness.

"I always knew I liked you, you know. But it just... it seemed like it could never be. With my father's expectations, and, yeah..." You trailed off, looking away.

Butch's arm wrapped around you, pulling you in, and you felt his warmth seeping in through your thin shirt.

"I was worried I would never have this with you. And then, when I was forced out, well, I don't think my odds really got better, huh?"

You both chuckled a bit at that, and you felt his breath spill over your head.

"Nah, I wouldn't say that." He jostled you playfully as he spoke, "The interest was there, baby, just... yeah, a bit harder to get to ya."

You hummed, resting your head against his shoulder as his arm stayed comfortingly around you.

"But you did." You said softly.

"Course I did." Butch almost snorted at you, his hand's grip tugging you into him further. "A Tunnel Snake never gives in. You should know that by now, babe."

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 okay I gave in...

Warnings: Alastir probably being out of character. Use of cuss wirds.. like... a lot of em. Me just character building my OC

Summary: Aponi sings a song to tell Valentino that she quits..

2 minute notice!

Aponi walked on stage, the lights out as she adjusted to sit where she needed to, her dress a dress that Valentino had picked out.

The music started and she took a breath.

I have wasted time, I have seen my use I have packaged and sold every part of me Suffered a lifetime of abuse

She sang as she stood up grabbing an empty bottle, throwing it onto the floor.

I have lost myself, I have worshipped at your feet And here I am standing on top of the world with some bitches to defeat

As she sang, the lights moved to where E stood, glaring.

I've played the game, I've won it all

As she sang, the lights on stage got brighter.

They've screamed my name, they bought the doll

Aponi noticed all the merchandise with her name on it and rolled her eyes.

I've seized the day, now I'vе got one thing left to say-ay-ay Fuck you!

As the beat dropped, the lights turned on and aponi smiled as she looked straight to where Valentino sat.

Herе's my two minutes notice, fuck you Time to quit and smell the roses Say goodbye, while I look you in the eye and say "Fuck you!"

She sang, holding up all four of her middle fingers.

Fuckity, fuckity, fuckity, fuckity you! Fuck you!

Valentino glared. "This better not be about me," he muttered.

"Oh, it is!" Alastor smiled as he watched his wife bash her boss.

I have taken shit (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Been crushed under your heel (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) I have suffered for profit and suckered for fame (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Made a fortune you could steal (Ooh-ooh)

As aponi sang, shadows of her past made an appearance. Jason dragging her up by a chain and Valentino crushing her and hitting her.

I've had enough, I've hit the wall I'm tired of taking your calls It ends today, now there's just one last thing to say-ay-ay

As aponi sang, her phone rung. Valentino, attempting to get her to stop this madness.

Fuck you! I wish I'd said it sooner, fuck you Cut you off, just like a tumor Hope you die, kiss my ass goodbye, you cuck, fuck you!

She sang as her wings flew her into the audience.

Have you ever felt sick and tired of doing the same shit everyday with your anger brewin'? Eatin' shit for a boss that you're sick of obeyin'? If you ever felt the same, let me hear ya say it!

She rapped quickly before flying back onstage, stairs appearing for her to climb.

Did you really think I was gonna stay? Spending life bent over with your fist in my A

Alastors eyes widened at the lyrics and he snorted, holding in a laugh.

Slander me, say I'll never work in this town If I stick around, I'll be six more feet under the ground

As she sang, she fell into a hole in the ground.

When she came back out, her outfit changed to be more her.

Fuck you! (Woah-oh-oh!) Here's my two minutes notice, fuck you (Suck it, greedy bastard) (You're a fucking, ass clown) Time to quit and smell the roses

As she sang, she flew throughout the club, her smile wide.

Say goodbye, too late to apologize! So this is it, Valentino, you sad sack of shit, fuck you!

As she sang his name, Valentino stood up angrily, pushing down a waitress to get her out of the way.

(Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you) You bitch! Yeah!

As the song finished aponi walked up to the stage.

"I am so glad to have each and every one of you here for my last performance at this club.... because.. well.... I quit!!!" Aponi announced before dropping the Mike and walking away.

Only to be stopped by Valentino himself.

"You fucking, what?!" He asked darkly as he blocked her way off stage.

"You heard me. I quit! Angel wings~" she mocked, wlaking past the overlord.

A bluish grey smoke erupted from where Val stood as he grew almost 100 times his own size.

"YOU UNGREATFUL BITCH!" He yelled.

Aponi stood there with a hard glare into his eyes, holding her ground.

Red smoke blasted from behind her as Alastor in his full demon form appeared.

"Back Off, Valentino," Alastor ordered, his eyes glowing red.

"I'd be careful Alastor. Wouldn't want your little secrets to get out~" Val mocked with an evil smirk plastered on his face.

"I don't care anymore!" Alastor shouted.

"Al..?" Aponi asked quietly, nervous.

"Wouldn't want everyone here to know about-"

"The secret of my marriage to Aponi? Well, I don't care who knows it," Alastor replied, igniting a string of whispers throughout the club.

Val glared. "You'll regret that revelation, alastor," Valentino hissed before dissapearing in a cloud of smoke..

Alastor's full demon form melted away and Aponi ran up to hug him.

As they hugged, aponi got a small headache.

"Darling?" Alastor asked as they pulled apart, his eyes wide.

"What?" She asked before touching her forehead to feel Antennae. "What the-"

"What are those?" Alastor asked as he touched them.

Aponi flinched.

"They're really... sensitive," She stated

Alastor tilted his head. "How about we go back home and figure it out later after a good nap and some dinner?" He stated.

"That sounds wonderful," Aponi replied as they walked back to their limo.

.........

As aponi and alastor held onto one another, angel sat across from them, clearing his throat and drawing their attention.

"So.... who tops?" He asked with a smirk.

Alastor groaned and aponi smirked at him.

[astoriawritings]

Request 17th July 2022

For AlithShepard95 on Wattpad!

TW: I have no idea how record studio contracts work so um... *slaps excuse 'it's another planet, things work differently'*

"Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you? Are you feeling like a social tool without a use? Scream at me until my ears bleed I'm taking heed just for you"

"That was perfect!" Matteo, the bassist of the band, said.

"Alright, we're done," Ben spoke through his microphone.

I smiled and nodded, my eyes turning green. I took off my guitar's strap and headed towards the door as it opened. I entered the main room and left my guitar on its stand.

A few of the people greeted me before Matteo and our drummer Cole gave me hugs and kisses, congratulating each other for finishing a new album.

"We will soon start our promotion tour!" Matteo said, very excited.

"Guys, I can't leave because of my sister," I said quietly and immediately regretted it.

Cole gave me a sympathetic look "(Y/N), we have to and you know it."

"Yeah, alright, I'll speak with Seb," I sighed.

Sebastian was our manager. He took care of most of the money. He would often come to our recording sessions too. He was saying goodbye to some of the people before leaving in the hallways. I took my jacket and hat off of the hanger and walked after him.

"Sebastian!" He stopped as I stepped in front of him. "Yes, hi, I mean, um-"

"What is it (Y/N)? I have to get home for dinner," he smiled.

Dinner my butt. "Sorry to stop you like that, but I really," I dragged out the 'y', "need money. Please, Seb, I need the money now." Now because it could be too late.

"I gave you everything, I gave you so much. Show me what I could have hidden from you," he told me. "Bring the papers you brought before and I'll give you the money. Goodnight (Y/N)."

I nodded and watched him walk away before taking a left turn, disappearing. My eyes turned grey. Same excuse as before. Same thing. I can't believe he came up with the same thing again.

I put on my jacket and hat, rushing in the hallways, shuffling in my pocket, feeling if everything is here then I went down the stairs in front of the building. I walked down the sidewalk, looking at the different shops and stuff in them.

"Oh my!" Someone in front of me said. "(Y/N) (Y/L), is that you?"

My eyes turned from blue to green.

"Yes, that's me!" I smiled. I hoped everything went by fast, I had places to be.

"Can I please have an autograph?" She pulled out a digital notepad.

"Yes!" I took them and quickly signed

"My friends won't believe it!" The girl said excitedly behind me as I took a right turn.

While walking, more people stopped me. I couldn't decline their request so I just dealt with it. It wasn't that bad but it got annoying, especially when you were in a rush. Paparazzi were very very annoying, but when I spotted one, I would usually give them a middle finger and smile.

The hospital's door disappeared as I came closer to it. I made my way to my sister's room.

She was always where I last left her. Seeing her like that was always hard for me.

"Oh, Ellie," I sighed and sat in the bed, taking her hand in mine. My eyes were glued to the floor, it's been months and I still couldn't believe I'm here. "Today we finished a new album. We'll start touring soon, I'll have to leave you..." I took a deep breath. "I talked with Sebastian... He came up with the same excuse. I'm sorry I can't help you..." I whispered the last part and squeezed her hand.

At some point, a woman walked into the room.

"I'm sorry, but visiting hours are..." She paused. "Are you (Y/N) (Y/L)?" She went through her papers, I guessed searching for my sister's name.

"Alright, where do I sign?" My eyes turned red, but I calmed down.

I dropped my jacket on the floor as soon as I entered my trashy apartment and I threw my hat at the wall. I could live in a bigger place, a house, not a small apartment, I could. But I didn't. I couldn't and I didn't want to. Almost all of the money I got, which wasn't even half of what I should have actually got, went for my sister's hospital bill, for her medication.

I sat on the chair in front of my table. All of the papers that I looked through to prove that Sebastian was robbing me were still there. He was robbing me. I showed them to him multiple times, I went through them multiple times, there was no doubt.

Sebastian threatened to stop giving me money if I tell someone. If I get him in court, he will end my career, he'll end me. There were a couple of murder threats and I got pretty scared.

I flinched when I heard a knock on my window. There was no more light shining through the window and there was loud music coming from below my apartment which I had completely ignored.

I pushed the curtains out of my way and noticed the tattoo on my hand flash. I got a bit giddy. Razer was standing in front of the window, a smile appeared on his lips when he saw me and my eyes turned green.

I pressed the button used to open the window. It didn't work and I pressed it a couple more times before violently hitting it and I heard a click. The window didn't open so I had to pull it.

As soon as Razer got into the room, I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. He also wrapped his arms around me and I let out a long sigh.

When we parted, I saw Hal entering through the window and Kilowog behind him, hitting his head on the frame and I chuckled.

"I'm so happy that you are here!" I said, also giving them hugs.

"So are we," Hal said. "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Long time, yeah yeah, actually a few months," I smiled. "But I still missed you."

"How are you?" Razer asked me.

"I'm okay," I pushed the scattered around the table papers together.

Hal picked one up from the floor and used his ring to read it.

"(Y/N), are you sure you are okay? These are the same p-"

I snatched the sheet out of his hand and placed it with the rest, muttering a 'yes'. It was none of their business and I could deal with it alone. I didn't need any help with anything.

"Anyway, why don't I make you dinner? You must be tired from the trip."

When I was done eating, I excused myself and got up to get the spare room I had in the apparent and the couch ready for my guests.

"Alright, who's going to take the room and who will take the couch?" I leaned onto my chair's backrest.

"What about Razer?" Kilowog asked and I noticed a grin appear on the Red Lantern's face when realisation hit his friend. "The room is mine!"

"Hey, who said so?" Hal exclaimed.

There was an argument and I started feeling tired so I left them. Razer followed me into the bedroom and when I closed the door, he hugged me from behind.

"What?" I leaned back as he kissed my neck.

"What were those papers?" He spoke in that same comforting voice he used when I was sad.

I thought if I should answer or not. The image of my sister on the bed flashed through my mind and my grip around Razer's arm tightened.

"Sebastian, my band's manager, wouldn't give me the money that is mine. I..." I remembered what had happened and my eyes turned from grey to red. I pulled myself out of Razer's arms and began to walk around the room. "I spoke with him today. He came up with the same stupid excuse to bring the papers proving that he stole money and he will give them to me. I showed them to him so many times! He didn't do anything! He keeps robbing me! I have no idea is that just me..." I heard a knock coming from the floor, the neighbours clearly didn't like my footsteps. I sat on the bed and continued, "I have no idea if my band members also have the same problem. Sebastian, that idiot, threatened to do something very bad if I tell anybody," another few thumps came from below because Razer walked over to me. "Oh shut up!" I hit the floor with my feet.

"Calm down," Razer placed his hand on mine.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down," I pulled my hand out of his and sat further away from him. "I won't calm down! My sister's in the hospital! She's laying there all day, she doesn't move! The rising and falling of her chest is the only sign that she is alive. And you want me to calm down!" I felt tears well up in my eyes as they turned grey. I could lose my sister. The one who I spent my childhood with, the one I always cared for, the one that has my unconditional love, that one, that sister. "My little sister..." I whispered and placed my face in my hands.

I was woken up by the feeling of a pair of lips against my cheek. It took me a moment to realise what was going on. I pulled Razer down and kissed him as he lay down.

"Why are you waking me up so early?" I stretched.

"It's a surprise," he smiled.

Kilowog and Hal were ready as well and seemed to have found their way around my kitchen-they were drinking coffee and handed me a mug.

"Why are you all awake so early?" I sat down on my chair.

"You'll see," Kilowog answered me.

"Oh, c'mon, tell me," I sighed.

"It's a surprise," Razer pat my head when he passed by me and sat next to me.

"Please?"

"No."

I repeated myself, dragging out the word but I still received the same reply. I continued to insist until they told me we had somewhere to go. Somewhere. We?

All four of us flew out.

"(Y/N), do you remember how much money that manager of yours owed you?" Hal asked me.

"Yeah, why?" His words went through my head again. "What are you doing? Why are we going there?"

"Oh, I just thought about something," Razer had a mischievous grin on his face. "Don't worry. Why do you wear that mask?" He changed the topic like we weren't flying towards Sebastian's apartment.

I heard Hal laugh. "Paparazzi."

"Yep, if you look down, you will probably see them taking photos," I chuckled.

"We're here," Kilowog announced.

I hadn't realised how close we lived. But of course, his apartment was in one of the big buildings that tower over mine and hides my sun every single morning and I'm left in the cold.

Kilowog stopped me when we reached one window. I could see a very well-decorated living room that was in brown colours, giving it a very comfortable look and Sebastian sitting on the couch.

"And how exactly are we going to get in?" I whispered.

Hal made a line, sneaking it to the other side and pushing the button, but the window didn't open.

"Listen, we shouldn't do it. Let's go back," I sighed.

"No. How do I open it?" Hal asked.

"Copy a finger."

He did as told and formed a hand that looked like mine, pressing the button and opening the window. He was the first one to go in, Razer behind him, Kilowog after them and I was last.

Hal placed his hand over Sebastian's mouth as he panicked and Kilowog tied him up.

Razer sat on the coffee table, a grin appearing on his face.

"I was told that you are robbing people," Razer looked at Hal and Kilowog then continued. "I want to talk with you about a specific one. (Y/N) (Y/L). How much money have you stolen?"

Sebastian murmured into the hand.

"Will you shout if we let you speak?"

Sebastian shook his head and Hal removed his hand. But he was a liar-he immediately started crying for help and he was muted again.

"I see that there's no easy way to do this," Razer created a knife and brought it up to his face, adoring it. "Will you cry out now? I just want to know how much money you stole from Miss (Y/L)," awh, I'm Miss, "and I want them back in her bank account."

They allowed Sebastian to speak.

"I'll give everything back, I promise, I'll give it back!" I couldn't see his face but I was sure it was pale. "Just leave!"

"I'll come back with I don't see the money tomorrow," Razer got up but he leaned across the couch. "If I learn that you told someone about this..."

He walked past me as I smiled at him and we all left.

[MONTHS LATER]

"C'mon, please, let's not watch it," I pleaded.

"No, I want to see it," Elena was using the remote, sitting between Hal and Kilowog.

"Why?" I was scrolling through the screen of my tablet, looking for a specific magazine I had saved. "Nothing special, a performance like every other."

"We all want to see it," Razer smiled.

I sighed. "Oh, look at that! I told you you'll see each other in a magazine."

I handed the tablet to Razer, who read the title out loud, "our Green Lantern flies over the city with two others and one Red."

He showed it to the others and they chuckled.

"Kilowog is caught in an awful angle," Hal laughed.

"At least I'm not falling behind," he answered, indicating me.

"Yeah, yeah, anyway," I closed the tablet.

"I found it!" Elena said excitedly.

"No, please," I pouted.

"What's so bad about it?" Razer asked and opened his arms.

"Nothing?"

"Then come here."

I threw myself over the couch's armrest and Razer hugged me as I laid my head on his chest.

My Masterlist!

[kittrrrr]

Inktobertale (25-28)

======(25) It took Nightmare, Dream and Killer to hold him back. Ink was on a yellow high, and it was going to be a mess. First he ruined the newly decorated living room. He tore up all of Dream's sheets, and Ink got into the spray paint. Blue started to hope that the house would burn down again so that it would get rid of the smell of paint. But Dream can home, but before his portal could close, Ink rammed into him, sending him and Dream back from where Dream came. Nightmare's castle. Cross, Dust and Horror where sleeping over at Error's place, so only Killer was with Nightmare. 

Killer had just finished watching a very boring chess game between Nightmare and Dream when Ink ran in, being chased by Dream. Ink knocked over Killer and the chess table before anyone could do anything. Dream helped Killer up, and said, with a shrug.

"Yellow." Killer and Nightmare nodded and they ran after Ink. They ran around the castle until they decided to trap him. Nightmare asked what Ink liked to eat when he was on a yellow high. The answer was sugar, of course. So, with Killer and Dream guarding the entrance to the kitchen, Nightmare baked a chocolate cake with frosted flowers. They laid the trap, and waited for long a few moments longer. Then Ink came in streaking like a comet.

The trap was strung, sending cake all over the walls, dousing Dream, Killer and Nightmare in still wet frosting, and warm cake. Ink thrasted in the net, breaking free after a moment and Killer lept on him, which did nothing for the mess. Dream grabbed the other side and Nightmare from behind, wrapping them in all of his tentacles expect one. he called Error and told him to bring the boys to the third floor left main hall. 

With the help of Error and the rest of Nightmare's gang, everyone managed to get Ink into a epoxy box, designed for the purpose. With air holes, duh! Only an hour later, Ink came off of his high with a cough of paint. In all truths told, it wasn't a bad high. It only lasted a few hours, and it didn't end with Ink vomiting paint everywhere. And It only ended with one ruined house. Last time Ink had a yellow high, he totaled half of the multiverse within a day. The lesson? Ink's totally a paint demon. =====(26) Ink grabbed his phone, and he knew exactly who to call. A few minutes later, Dust, Cross, and Killer where at the door of the Star Sanses' base.

"Are you ready?" Ink asked, after he let them in. They were standing in front of the couch (As it still had not been repaired from Ink's yellow high a day ago), and he was pacing in front of them. "Because today we will face our greatest threat, our biggest enemies." Dramatic silence reigned over them for a long time. Dust coughed, and when the spell had been broken by the sound, Ink finally added who they were fighting. 

"Dream's plants." 

"Hell yeah!" Killer nearly screamed.

"There is something unnatural about them." Horror added

"Why the hell not?" Cross and Dust asked at the same time.

"We face even greater challenge because Blue is in the house, and must not know." Ink added. Everyone smiled. This was going to be fun. After a quick stop to Ink's workshop to arm themselves, our likely foursome trooped up the stairs. To the left and down the hall at the very end was Dream's greenhouse/office. Ink opened the door. Inside, plant grew everywhere.

"Go!" Ink pulled out Broomie and covered some plants in acidic paint that made them wilt and crumble. Cross pulled the leaves off a struggling plant and broke off the stem. Horror ate one. Killer pulled out some paint and poured it over some of the plants. He'd figured it was like the paint that Ink had just spread over some of the plant as a his first attack, but it didn't do anything. With a shrug, Killer just slashed them with his knife. And they lit on fire. 

"Now this is more like it." He said, and turned away, to destroy more plants. Not even twenty minutes later, the plants were gone. As well as most of the room. Why? Killer left his fire unattended, and they had to leave. Ink put out the fire before it could spread, though, so no house fire. Dream was too relieved to be gone of the apple tree to be mad about the plants, and Nightmare was glad to have an excuse to give Dream more plants. =====(27) Ink looked at the cavanas. He was happy with how they looked. The first was that of a Sans with a lonely expression. Other then that, though, his eyes were hard and unreadable. He seemed to stand out against the other sketched characters. The second canvas was a painting of one of Ink's favorite photos. It was exposed to be of the Star Sanses, but Ink dumped paint on them and Dream chased him. The camera fell off as Dream started to chase him, so it was pretty funny.

"It's missing something..." Ink said to no one. It was the middle of the night, after all. "Ah!" Ink grabbed a brush and painted a line across the two. I was loveless... Was.

Ink smiled. He dried the paint with a handy hair dryer and shoved the completed paintings under a sheet in a random box. It was for him only... Because he's the only person who needs to know. =======(28) Ink was racing around the house. He was looking for one of the most important things he owned. Broomie. Luckily, or lucklessily, Blue and Dream were at Nightmare's castle, helping put up Halloween decorations. And he- Well, Blue had been hesitant, but had agreed after Ink promised to bring some of their friends over- he was in charge of decorating the Star Sanses' base. But he couldn't do that if he didn't know where Broomie was.

"Broomie? Broomie!" Ink speed around a corner and rip open a room. Broomie was sitting in the corner. "Broomie! Where were you? We've got work to do!"

"I thought we were playing Hide 'n' Seek." Broomie spoke in Ink's mind, faux innocently.

"I thought I lost you again." Ink said moving to pick up Broomie.

"Well you found me. C'mon, you said we have work to do?"

"Yeah, and that's the door!" Ink teleported in time to let Stardust, Outer, and Blueberry into the house. 

"Are we late?" Blueberry asked softly.

"Not at all! Let's hurry! I bet Blue five bucks that I couldn't get the house decorated properly before he and Dream came back!" Stardust tsked- he didn't approve of betting, but he wasn't going to complain. Not when they had to decorate the entire house in under two hours. And Ink's not gonna settle for half-best...

[sleepyrouge]

imagining dilf!kirishima (part two) word count: 5.6k pairing: kirishima eijirou x f!reader content warnings: age gap (reader is early twenties, kirishima is early thirties), kinda sugar daddy/baby dynamics but only if you squint, f!reader, reader is kind of a nervous brat, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (but mentions of taking pill-form birth control), use of petnames, spanking (kinda?), creampie, choking, praise. also the prose in this is non-existent and the format is trash and if anyone sees any y'alls that i forgot to edit out...just.......let it rock. 18+ mdni (and no blank blogs) or you will get blocked. authors note: not me thinking about this post i made the other day for the t h o u s a n d t h time but just there's so much more to imagine, like:

it's before noon on a thursday and you have a final presentation for an elective american lit class in a few hours and you're about to climb a wall because you've practiced your presentation in your mirror so much that you can't stand the sight of your own face anymore so you end up calling kirishima. your stomach flips when you hear his voice on the other end of the line, all deep and sweet and cheery.

"hey, sweet girl! don't you have a final today?" he teases and your stomach is about to flip straight out of your body at the fact that he remembered.

"yeah, i'm really nervous about it." you chew on your lip.

"why don't you come over to the agency and practice in front of me? i don't have patrol until this afternoon." he suggests and you feel a little dumb for not thinking to suggest that yourself.

"are you sure? it won't be...weird?"

"'course not. you're my girlfriend and besides, it's my agency." kirishima continues but your brain gets all staticky after the first part of his sentence.

"i'm your girlfriend." you state slowly, goofy smile on your face that eijirou physically can't see but you can hear him chuckle on his end of the phone. it was the first time that he had called you that outright.

"i mean, i hope so, or pouring my heart out in front of that mcdonald's would have been kinda embarrassing." he jests. you cradle your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you grab your laptop and your notes from around your room and shove them in your schoolbag.

"definitely your girlfriend, eiji." you say with a broad grin on your face as your pick up your apartment keys and head out the door. "also i'm on my way." you finish up your conversation with kirishima as you bound down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.

the walk to his building isn't terribly long and is made even shorter by reciting the facts of your presentation over and over again in your head. you ride the elevator up to the floor that he texted you that he was on and just before the doors slide open, you're hit by a wave of anxiety. you know that kirishima has sidekicks that he employs at his agency that are around your age and you wonder agitatedly what they'll think of you.

too soon, the doors are opening and you hold your breath, expecting the worst but everything is relatively...mundane. like a magnet, your eyes find the door with kirishima's name on the front and you set a quick course for the door. you don't know why you did it, not really, but you slide through his door quickly, not even bothering to knock. you accidentally interrupt a phonecall he was having.

"what's she getting a degree in, anyways? learning how to tie her shoes? reciting the alphabet?" your face heats up at the sound of the man eijirou has on the other end of the line. he swivels in his chair, scrambling to cut the call short.

"goodbye, bakugou." kirishima scowls pointedly at the phone before fixing his face and looking up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. "hey there, sweet thing," he grins and you shake off the self-doubt trying to make itself at home in your body. "i'm so ready to see your presentation." he goes on. his office is modest, a medium oak desk with a shiny black chair and an exquisite view of the city. you take a few steps around, admiring the pictures of him in his hero costume and some with his hero friends.

silently, kirishima cups his hands dutifully on his desk as he waits expectantly for you to start your presentation but you're caught off guard by how handsome and powerful he looks sitting there, hair laying flat against his head and dress shirt unbuttoned just enough at the top to make you want to undo the rest of the buttons. it's like kirishima can read your thoughts because he starts smirking at you and it flusters you just enough to startle you out of your reverie. you pull your laptop out of your schoolbag and click around, opening up the powerpoint and sitting it where the red-head can see it. you take a deep breath and crack your knuckles before launching into your speech about the impact of the beat poet movement, specifically allen ginsberg, and the murky history of that part of american literature. by the time you were done, kirishima was leaning forward, listening intently, and the tips of your ears were practically on fire from all of the attention he was paying you. he didn't look bored in the slightest. that had to account for something, right? kirishima clapped his hands enthusiastically as you shuffled your index cards back into the correct order and shut your laptop.

"that was so informative, baby! i didn't know any of that stuff!" he encouraged, standing up to step around his desk and pull you into his broad chest. you inhaled his cologne that you loved so much and it made you a little dizzy. you wrapped your arms around his sides and tried to fight the bashful grin on your face even though he couldn't see it.

"you really think so?" your voice is muffled by his chest.

"'course i do. you're the smartest person i know." kirishima backs away a step and hooks his index finger under your chin to make you look up at him. he pecks your lips quickly and all of your nerves momentarily disappear. "can't wait to take you on a real date tonight, either." he grins and you almost balk at forgetting the previously planned engagement.

"are you sure you still wanna go out with me? are you sure you wouldn't rather go out with your friends or...anyone else?" you hated being so insecure, but more than anything, you hated the idea of being an inconvenience. kirishima tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. you nuzzled your face against his hand.

"i've been planning tonight for an entire month. there's nowhere else i'd rather be than with you this evening after my patrol." he smiles reassuringly at you and your heart swells. he was so good to you.

"thank you. y'know, for waiting for me and everything." you hope your words convey your feelings. there comes a knock at the door. a sidekick around your age, already dressed out in their gear, sticks their head through the door.

"it's almost time to go, mr. riot." the sidekick's eyes dart between you and kirishima. eijirou lets out a good-natured sigh.

"i've already told you, it's okay to just use my name." the sidekick nods dutifully.

"of course, mr. riot! i'll be waiting for you downstairs." he casts another quick glance between the two of you before retreating and shutting the door. there's a dusting of color on kirishima's cheeks when you look up at him. you grin like a lovesick puppy up at him, having never seen him interact with his colleagues before. you pull him into an easy hug.

"they just don't listen to me," he mumbles into your hair and you giggle before checking your watch. your eyes grow wide seeing the time.

"shit, i gotta go!" you exclaim-the moment over and jump over to kirishima's desk. you pack your laptop away quickly. you throw your bag over your shoulder and bound for the door, stop to think for a moment, turn around, and give eijirou a quick kiss before exiting.

hours later, you're back in your tiny apartment after finishing your presentation on campus and running errands and you're just relaxing for a minute before you start getting ready for your date (!!!) with kirishima. you're lounging on your bed in a robe and a soothing face mask when your phone chirps on your nightstand with a reminder that you have an extra credit quiz due at five. the notification sends you into overdrive because it's already four and you had a whole extensive hours-long get ready routine planned for your date and you didn't even really need to take the extra credit quiz, but what was the point in being so uptight about your education if you weren't going to take every option available to you?

so you start racing around and grab your class notes and your laptop and zoom through your quiz and manage to elaborate and remember all the facts for the essay questions better than you thought you did!! you manage to turn your quiz in just in time and you take a deep breath and start laying out your outfit for your date that consists of stuff that kirishima helped you pick out when y’all were shopping together. he wanted to take you out to a nice restaurant (much better than the one you worked at) because that “was the respectable thing to do." you finally are able to shower and do your hair and makeup and the whole process is really relaxing which really helps with your nerves, but it's also a good way to pamper yourself after the stress of finals.

too quickly, the time comes and kirishima is knocking on your door and you’re trying to run to answer the door and put your heels on at the same time and you end up falling over onto your washing machine and making a huge crashing sound and when you go to open the door, kirishima is standing there with a look of concern on his face and you’re just like “p l e a s e just give me five minutes” and he smirks like the absolute little rascal that he is and follows you into your apartment and he looks around at everything while you finish getting ready without tearing the whole place down. kirishima takes note that you have a ton of plants in your kitchen placed on the window sills and on the kitchen sink and he thinks it's really cute but he notices some of the plant leaves are ~crispy~ and the soil is kinda dry so he takes a cup and starts watering them while he waits for you.

finally, after about ten minutes, he hears your bedroom door open and you come out and see him watering your plants and you're just standing there with heart eyes (also because he looks fucking good with his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows). then he turns to look at you and he's also mega heart eyes and he tells you that you look pretty as he dusts soil off of his hands and goes over to greet you properly and give you a warm kiss on the cheek.

after that, he drives the two of you to dinner through the crowded nighttime streets and he holds your hand the whole time and there isn't much conversation on the ride there but you just can't take your eyes off of your intertwined fingers. you thought your heart might have been ready to bust when he rubbed his thumb over the tops of your fingers.

when you get to the restaurant, the hostess goes to seat the two of you and you pull kirishima along behind you by the hand and it's such a small thing that you do but he loves it for some reason. dinner passes all too quickly between eating and talking about your respective days and you end up accidentally going too far in-depth about beatniks and abie hoffman and yippies and the effect that guerilla theatre had on the american counterculture movement (which are all points you didn't have time to hit on in your presentation) but kirishima doesn't mind even though he can't focus all that well on what you're talking about because he's too busy congratulating himself on buying you an outfit that looks that good on you.

but then kirishima's feeling a little guilty because you're asking him if he's ever read "howl" since it's a masterpiece even though you're inwardly cringing at how annoying you sound but you're only doing it to get your mind off of kissing kirishima and running your hands through his stupid hair.

after dinner, eijirou drops you back off at your apartment and walks you to the door because honestly it's kind of a sketchy part of town and he's a gentleman. he kisses you goodnight and then a second time and then a third time and before you know it-before your mind has time to catch up with your tongue-you're inviting him in for ice cream. you don't know what you're doing, not exactly, but you don't have time to think anything through before you're standing in front of your coffee table with him sprawled out on the couch behind you. you're desperately trying to get your tv to work to no avail. honestly, the little tv you had was well past its prime and on its last legs, but it had been with you since freshman year and even though the stand it sat on was broken and even though the roku attachment you had for it only worked some of the time, you were attached to it. you didn't see the point in replacing something as long as it still worked well enough. eijirou chuckled behind you.

"just let me buy you a new one." as soon as he spoke, the screen sprang to life playing the last show that you were watching.

"there's no need for that! it works just fine." you grinned down at him, handed him the remote, and placed your phone on the table before going back into the kitchen to get the ice cream that you weren't even hungry for. you just wanted eijirou to hang around for a little longer.

you dug around in your freezer and found the ice cream that you had squirreled away. deciding against bowls, you were scrounging around in your silverware drawer for two clean spoons when you heard your phone ringing from the coffee table.

"hey, can you see who that is?" you called over your shoulder to eijirou as you slid the drawer closed with your hip. the ringing stopped, and too late, you realized what time it was. you watched in mild horror as kirishima cleared his throat and held the phone closer to his face.

"the notification says 'don't forget to take your birth control, you dumb hormonal bitch.'" he pauses to look over at you from the couch, a look of amusement on his face. you're only slightly mortified. "do you want me to snooze that?"

"yeah." you disappear momentarily into your bedroom and take your medicine. you reappear quickly and grab your snack and waltz over to the couch, hoping that the embarrassing interlude will soon be forgotten. you put the ice cream and spoons down on the table and feel eijirou pulling at your hand. you turn around slightly to see what he wants and he pulls you down.

you straddle his lap and his arms wrap around your waist wantonly. you feel your heartbeat quicken when he looks up at you with a lazy smirk on his face.

"i, uh, like your phone lock screen." he lets out a full chuckle then and you wonder briefly if there are any large rocks around for you to hide under.

"i was gonna change it," you pout and start to lean back to grab your phone. eijirou pulls you closer to him instead.

"don't. i like it. that was one of my first magazine covers." his lips flutter against your jaw.

"i know." you gush. "you were really handsome."

"were?" he fakes being taken aback.

"you know what i mean, eiji." your crimson nails come to scrape lightly over his hard chest passively and kirishima grabs your fingers lightly, looking at your nails in the soft glow of the television light. a little smile flashes over his face.

“when’d you get your nails done?”

“today, after my final,” you answer, recalling how you had picked the color, thinking of it as a small, unobtrusive way to show that you were his.

“i like them.” he presses light kisses to the pads of your fingers and your eyes flutter shut, humming at the simple affection.

“it’s a little dumb.” you blush and you feel kirishima’s thumb on your chin, pulling your head down to look at him.

“i don’t think so.” he says with nothing but sincerity in his eyes and if you weren’t already completely smitten beforehand, that was enough to do it.

instead of responding to him verbally, you reach down to kiss him. kirishima’s head is lazily propped up on the back of the couch. his hands tangle in your hair and your lips start to move against him more fervently. the kisses are full of heat and saliva but you’re so entranced by it and the feeling of your chest closely pressed to his that it’s a complete surprise when you feel kirishima’s sharp teeth biting down on your bottom lip. when you open your mouth involuntarily, his tongue slides into your mouth and you revel in the way it makes your stomach knot up nicely.

your hands slide down easily over his torso and through the fabric of his shirt, you can feel his defined abs constricting underneath your touch. you inhale sharply against his mouth and fight the meek feeling that comes over you when eijirou smirks against your lips. he follows your lead and traces a finger down from your jaw to the deep neckline of the dress that you wore. he ran his finger over the length of the seam until he reached one of your shoulders and pulled downwards until the whole expanse of skin was exposed. eijirou cranes his neck forward to place feather light kisses against your skin and your breath hitches in your throat at the contact. he sits back to look at you and your run your fingers through the front of his hair. he doesn't break eye contact with you as he pulls your dress down all the way to your waist, exposing your bra to him. you can't tell if your skin prickles from the cool air or his hungry gaze.

eijirou's warm hands ghost over your shoulders and chest. in the space of a blink, your back is pressed against the couch and he's sliding your dress down your legs and tossing it to the side. he takes a moment to caress up and down your smooth skin and there's no room to be self-conscious under his gaze any longer. he settles down against the cradle of your body, one strong arm holding him up by your head, and then he's lavishing every inch of your skin with searing kisses that you think might mark you for all to see. not that you would mind. as he works, you busy yourself with undoing the buttons of his shirt. it's not a hard task by any means, but it's hard to focus with all the attention that he's giving you. finally, you unbutton enough of his shirt to where your hands are only centimeters away from the top of his slacks and you start tugging to free the fabric tucked into his pants. eijirou adjusts himself to assist you in tugging his shirt off and when he does, your hand brushes only slightly against his length. how hard he is doesn't surprise you, not really, but what does is the amount. your lips part slightly in awe as you rub the flat palm of your hand up and down his cock. his forehead falls against your shoulder. his free hand moves between your two bodies to pull your hand away from him.

"you gotta stop that, baby." he growls against the shell of your ear and then he's nipping at your earlobe.

"why?" you're all innocence, looking at him with wide eyes.

"you're gonna make me cum in my pants." your heart skips a beat at the way he says it and then your eyebrows knit together in concentration as your hand moves down his body again. you hear him suck in a breath as he bites at your skin in warning.

"gonna cum for me so easy, big guy?" you pout your lips at eijirou to mock him, but your insides are all twisted up from the surge of power you feel. you can feel your own arousal starting to stick to your underwear. you hear a strained, impatient growl against your neck once more and then his hands are yanking yours away with force. a giggle bubbles out of your throat and is blotted out quickly by your panties being pushed to the side and his finger coming to circle roughly around your clit. your back arches, pressing you further into his touch, and it's eijirou's turn to chuckle now. with his free hand, he paws at one of your breasts through your bra.

"are we gonna do...this...with jurassic park playing in the background?" you whisper, a little amused and a little breathless, against eijirou's lips.

"it's actually the second one. the dinosaurs are cooler." he grins, showing off his sharp teeth and that's all it takes for you to pull him into a kiss again. jurassic park or not, you needed this man worse than anything. he pulls his hand out of your underwear and admires how your slick catches the light from the screen a few feet away. he sits up, popping his fingers into his mouth and starts unbuttoning his pants. you moan at the sight and scoot up so you're resting against the arm rest of the couch. eijirou removes his fingers from his mouth and stands up. he's dressed only in his boxers now and if you really wanted to, you could drool at the sight of him.

"come on, now." he bends over you, scooping you up with his arms circling around your waist and he pulls upwards. understanding, you wrap your legs around his middle and he bounces your body up against yours to situate you closer to him. he kisses you gently, lips molding to the shape of yours. you lose yourself in the embrace momentarily and wrap your legs tighter around him, intoxicated by the way eijirou's body feels against yours. he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours. both of you breath heavily. he treks around the edge of the couch and into the kitchen and you're leaving butterfly kisses against the planes of his face. abruptly, he stumbles and you clutch onto him harder, eyes shut and ready to feel the both of you crash into the floor, but instead, you just end up pressed roughly into the refrigerator.

"oops." there comes a consoling kiss at your lips. then one against the smooth, sensitive skin of your neck. then one right above where your heart is. one of eijirou's hands is travelling up your back to the clasp of your bra and undoing it. you pull the straps down your arms and toss it away. he bows his head lower and licks along the swell of your breasts until he can pull a nipple into his mouth. he rolls the sensitive skin gently between his teeth and kneads the other one with the pads of his thumb and forefinger. your head lolls back as far as it can. you can feel eijirou's length pressed hard against you as he explores. you roll your hips down into him. his breath stutters against your skin. you feel him moving your panties to the side with the hand currently situated against your ass. you squirm. he peers at you with a dark gaze, too close to your face to be friendly.

"wanna fuck you right here." he begs.

"think of all the sauces that'll give their lives that i might get laid if you break my fridge."

"fine." he huffs patiently. you tighten your hold around him and press a sloppy kiss against his neck as eijirou continues on the pilgrimage to your bedroom.

he tosses you gently onto your bed and you lay on your stomach, pulling him to you with an outstretched hand. no words transpire between the two of you as you tug him close to stand at the foot of your bed. your hands dip into his boxers and the first thing that you feel isn't him, but the heat radiating off of his cock. you swallow thickly and wrap your hand around his length, slowly freeing him from the fabric. precum leaks from the head of his impossibly hard cock. you run the very tip of your finger over his slit and he shudders. you scoot up, bringing your head forward.

“oh fuck, that’s my good girl.” kirishima groans, hand guiding your head when you first try to take him all in your mouth. you’re only about half of the way down his shaft and his cock is already pressing against the back of your throat and you stay there for a second, willing yourself to take more of him. letting out a huff through your nose, you pull off of his shaft with a pop and start giving kitten licks to his head again before sinking your mouth back down again, this time being able to take his dick a little farther before you’re absolutely gagging. eijirou’s grip on your hair tightens and you wrap one of your hands around the base of him and stroke in time with your mouth. your gaze fixates on him from your laid-out position on your bed and you revel in the view of him with his head rolled back and the vein in his jaw twitching. you wiggle your hips side to side subtly and try to gain some relief from the desire that you feel puddling between your legs. you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth. you take him far down your throat again and he whines out, looking back down and meeting your darkened eyes.

"makin' me feel so good, goddamn." eijirou swears and notices you wiggling your hips and bends forward slightly to grab onto the fat of your ass. he palms the flesh there once, twice, before becoming so enthralled with the sight that he loses control of himself and is pressing harder down your throat than you can handle, causing you to choke a bit and startle him back to reality. he pulls back, grinning at you sheepishly, and swats at your asscheek lovingly. you whimper at the barely-there sting. he pulls back from your mouth. you sit up, cross your legs, and almost pout. all you want is skin to skin contact-to have eijirou fill you full. he notices your displeased look and the crease between your brow. it’s hard not to purr at the sight of him standing there, lazily fisting his cock.

“what’s wrong?“ his eyes are barely open and his breathing isn’t even when your hand replaces his, slowly stroking up and down. he’s so thick that your hand can barely wrap around his girth and your mouth waters.

“want you to fuck me now.” you bite down on your bottom lip nervously.

“i was gettin’ there.” he smiles and runs a finger down the side of your face.

“no.” you find your voice and put some backbone into it. “want you to fuck me right now.” eijirou’s eyes widen at the urgency in your tone. “needed it for so long.” you add on almost in a whisper.

“i thought you wanted for us to wait until the semester was over?” he recalls an earlier conversation the two of you had weeks earlier when making out had almost gotten too heavy.

“i did and now it’s over and now i need you, eiji.” you’re almost in tears at the desire and emotions running through you. you looked up into his cherry eyes and saw a lovesick mountain of a man looking back down at you. your hand stilled against his length and came to rest in your lap. you fought the violent urge to run your index finger through the slick pooling between your legs.

"so that's why you're bein' so hard to get along with, huh?" he coos. you feel his sturdy hands pushing you back into the smooth surface of your comforter and eijirou’s body covers your own. he left searing kisses down your jaw and the slight curve of your neck. you wrap your legs around him and play with the stray hairs at the nape of his neck in response. the contact is charged, laced with need and want. you're realizing at that moment that it's not enough. the lingering taste of him on your tongue is enough to motivate you into wiggling out from underneath him. he turns on his side, head coming to rest on his hand and stare at you in amusement. your sudden inability to be satisfied is amusing to him.

you push at his upper body and he follows where you lead him until he's laying flat on his back and staring up at you with lust filled eyes. you swing a leg over his waist so you're straddling him and you roll your slit against his length.

"fuck," you pant out and he grips your hips hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. eijirou cants his hips up to meet yours. you brace your arms against his chest and arch your back and momentarily chase your own high. you know that he's doing the same exact thing as he works his boxers the rest of the way down his legs. he pulls your torso down until it's flush against his and he has easy access to whisper in your ear.

"you still sure you want it this bad?" you nod against his forehead. he pulls your panties to the side.

eijirou has a hold of your hips as you line him up with your entrance. slowly, you start to lower yourself onto him and you hiss out as his cock journeys through your folds and pushes into you. eijirou cups your face in his hands and pushes your hair out your face. you can feel his breathing growing ragged underneath you. you lower yourself imperceptibly lower onto him. your breath catches in your throat. the stretch is almost too much.

you pause a moment and try to gather yourself. having eijirou filling you this full already felt so good but there was also the pain coupled with it. you try to push through it and manage to work yourself down about halfway before his thumb is circling your clit and his free hand is guiding you up and down. you can't even think, the feeling is so heavy and pervasive, but you're sure that nothing had ever felt as good as this. you tune into eijirou's pants and heavy breathing underneath you. gently, he's rocking his hips up to meet yours and it feels exponentially, if that was even possible, better than what you were doing. your arms turn to jelly and give out and you collapse onto his broad chest.

"wan' you to do it, feels better that way." you mumble into the empty space in the crook of his neck. his arm wrap tighter around your middle and you feel his dick twitch against your fluttering walls. if it feels this good now, you dare not even imagine what cumming feels like with him buried in you.

"gonna make you feel so good, baby." his hand strokes down your neck and he rolls his hips gently but slips further inside of you. you cry out when he hits a spot inside of you that hasn't ever been touched before. you babble out something incoherent and he repeats the action. your crimson fingernails curl violently into his chest and you register his sharp intake of breath but you just don't care as he keeps hitting the same spot inside of you over and over again. you feel like something inside of you is on the verge of breaking.

all you're capable of focusing on is the heavy drag of his cock in and out of your walls as he pounds up into you with little mercy. little white, twinkling spots are coating your vision as you nip harshly at the skin of his neck. abruptly, you're arching your back and calling out eijirou's name as a thick wave of warmth floods over you. his thrusts stutter briefly as you clamp down hard on his cock but then he's drilling into even faster and harder than before and you're only able to screw your eyes shut and babble his name over and over again at the new sensation you're feeling.

it might have been minutes or seconds that passed, but eijirou finally, mercilessly, buries himself to the hilt inside of you and lets out a deep groan. you feel him coating your insides with thick and hot spurts of his cum and you let out a squeak at the feeling. his hips finally still and you both lay there, panting, with eijirou still hard and buried deep in you. he kisses your cheek sweetly and leaves a stripe of sweat on your temple from his forehead.

"wanna do more of that." you have trouble speaking, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth.

"well, lucky for you, we have all summer until you go to grad school."

[baroquebucky]

smooth like butter

bucky just loves flirting with you

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a/n: hi hi bffs !! hope ur all doing well <3 here is a flirty bucky fic inspired by butter !! he is so charming i am gonna punch a wall,, hope u all enjoy let me know what u guys think & remember to stream butter <33

Bucky didn’t think he had it in him anymore, he thought surely that part of him from the 40s was long gone, erased from him after all these years.

Then his eyes landed on you at the coffee shop, a bright smile on your face as you picked up your order and made small talk with the barista, you looked so happy and god you were the most beautiful person in the world. He felt himself blushing as you turned around, his gaze quickly focusing on the the coffee infront of him.

He pulled his phone and immediately texted Sam, not know how to handle the situation.

just talk to her buck, I’m sure you’ll fall into routine like back in the day ;)

Bucky scoffed at his message, looking up to find you but you were nowhere in sight. He frowned, looking out the window and seeing you walking down the street, coffee in hand. His heart dropped a bit, upset he would never see you again, but he brushed it off quickly.

Sam was over for the weekend, the two sat in Buckys living room, watching a soccer game and making small talk.

“was thinking of getting a cat” bucky mentioned, taking a sip of his beer and looking at Sam. The man smiled, nudging his friend.

“ooh okay! gonna get yourself a little grumpy staring partner i see” Sam teased and bucky rolled his eyes smiling at his friend.

“dunno if i should, you know since we go on missions all the time” he frowned and Sam shook his head.

“you can always ask your neighbors to cat sit if your gone for too long, I’m sure it won’t be too much of a hassle” Sam assured his friend and bucky smiled, nodding his head as the two friends relaxed.

The next day bucky headed to the nearest animal shelter, nervous to pick out his new feline friend, his eyes shining as they took him around the facility, presenting each of the cats with utmost pride.

“this guys name is alpine, he’s quite mellow and sweet, very well behaved and house trained” Buckys eyes met with the cats and he smiled, the cat purring into Buckys hand.

“I’ll take him” he smiled, the cat cooing up to the super soldier with ease. As he signed all the papers, alpine continued to purr into Buckys touch, excited to finally have a home.

“you can pick him up in two to three weeks after we finish up checking him out and giving him some shots! We’ll give you a call two days prior if that’s fine with you?” The receptionist smiled and bucky nodded, waving goodbye to alpine and walking out the shelter doors.

Bucky had a smile on his face and his eyes were for once off the floor, smiling to himself as he shopped for his new friend, getting him all sorts of toys and treats. He easily went up the stairs to his apartment before stopping at his door and realizing he need to unlock the door. The boxed and bags he had so delicately balanced came tumbling down as he set them down to reach for his key.

“fuck” he whispered, trying to balance everything only to have him drop his key.

“let me help!” he heard a sweet voice, he was too embarrassed to look up, fumbling with everything as you took half the things in your hand and let him grab the keys. Bucky looked up and met your eyes, his heart raced and he realized it was you, from the coffee shop.

He didn’t let his state linger for long, quickly moving to unlock the door and grab the rest of the things from the floor, holding the door open and inviting you in.

“you can set it on the counter, thanks so much” he smiled, you nodded, placing everything down gently as your arms already shook from how heavy the boxes were.

“you’re getting a cat?” You smiled and bucky heard sams words ringing in his ears, just be yourself, let the 40s flow back to you, he had scoffed at him before but now here was bucky, letting himself just trust his gut.

“yeah! i get lonely sometimes and ive always wanted a cat” bucky smiled, your knees buckled. God his smile, that had to be the most charming smile in all of Brooklyn, you were sure of it.

“oh nice! I used to have a cat, his name was mittens” you smiled, nervous as he looked at you, your fiddled with your fingers before realizing he probably wanted you to leave.

“I’ll get going don’t wanna bother you” you smiled, waving goodbye to him.

“wait!” bucky called out and you stopped in your tracks, face flushed as you turned around. Bucky smiled at you before speaking up.

“what’s your name? I could’ve sworn I’ve never seen you around, i would’ve remembered someone a pretty as you” he asked and you chuckled lightly, blushing at his words and your palms sweating a bit.

“y/n, I’m two doors down” you smiled and he returned it, walking up to you, your heart raced in your chest as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shook his hand quickly, noting the way his hands were much warmer than yours and how his calloused hand felt against yours. Your stomach was in knots by the time you pulled away, mind racing and wondering if he felt how sweaty your hands were.

“I’m bucky” he replied, “I’ll see you around i hope” bucky grinned and you nodded.

“if you ever need anything you know where to find me!” You shot him one last grin and walked out, face hot and heart racing. You felt a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing once you shut the door to your apartment, you were so flustered by him you were fucking sweating.

You had seen bucky in the halls a couple times, flashing each other a smile and making small talk. Each and every time you found yourself nervous under his gaze, sweating once the two of you parted ways and you hoped to god he never noticed. Bucky being the observant super soldier he was, did notice, but he found it sickeningly sweet. His heart fluttering as he noticed the way your heart rate quickened around him, the way you fumbled over your words at times and fiddled with your fingers.

Bucky took any and every opportunity to talk to you, helping you with groceries even if you weren’t struggling, dropping stuff on purpose for you to help him out. He even invited you out for dinner a couple times, the two of you getting along perfectly and conversation flowing easily.

“you know you have a really nice smile” you complimented him as you stopped infront of your door.

“do i?” Bucky grinned and you nodded, heart racing as you looked away from him, “then whyd you always look away when i smile at you?” He teased your mouth flew open.

“i- well it’s just- you-” he cut you off with a small laugh.

“just teasing you doll, i have the same smile as my mom” he spoke softly and you smiled, you hand squeezing his slightly, “you should get to bed, don’t you have work in the morning?” Bucky grinned and you nodded.

“You’re quite the charmer james” you whispered and you looked into his blue eyes, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon” you smiled before walking into your apartment, leaving bucky outside smiling like a fool.

The shelter called bucky a couple days after that date and bucky couldn’t get to the shelter fast enough, excited to bring home his new friend. Scooping him up into his arms and signing a couple more papers before walking out of the shelter with a wide smile, cooing at the white cat.

“got someone who i think’ll wanna meet you buddy” he smiled, pulling into the apartment complex and walking up to his apartment, letting himself in and setting down alpine to explore.

“youll pee here, this is your litter box, best of the best for you” bucky smiled, pointing everything out to the cat. He played with him for a bit, giving the cat sometime to get used to his surroundings before going two doors down and knocking, a smile on his face.

Your heart jumped at the sudden sound, you weren’t expecting anyone so who was this? You looked through the peephole and saw bucky, a small smile on his face as he looked down at the floor and then back down to his door.

“oh god, oh fuck” you whispered, looking at the mirror next to you and taking in your appearance, you were in sweats and a t shirt, hair slightly messy. You tried fixing your hair to the best of your abilities before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

Bucky could hear you panicking, he bit his lip to stop the smile on his face. But he failed miserably as you opened the door and gave him a shy smile.

“hi bucky! i wasn’t expecting you” you laughed softly and he gave you a small smile.

“sorry, i just- i got alpine- my cat, i picked him up today and figured maybe you wanna meet him?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck and your eyes lit up, a smile on your face as you nodded quickly.

“oh! yes oh my god yeah let’s go!” You giggled, following bucky quickly down the hall and into his apartment. Your eyes landed on the white cat and your hands flew to your mouth.

“he’s so cute!” You cried out, bucky smiling at your reaction, alpine quickly noticing you and walking up to you. “hi little kitty, are you alpine? such a sweet name for a sweet boy!” you cooed, smiling as you crouched down and let the cat. Bucky couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering, cheeks flushing as he watched you.

“can i pick him up?” You asked, looking up at bucky and he nodded, you swiftly picked the cat up with a wide smile.

“you can sit on the couch if you’d like” bucky smiled and you thanked him, gently sitting on the couch and bucky followed suit, giving you some space. The two of you took turns petting and cuddling on alpine, soft giggled filling his apartment.

“thanks for introducing me” you spoke and bucky grinned at you.

“‘course, had to show him the most beautiful gal here” bucky smiled and you blushed at his comment, but he didn’t stop there. “i was wondering actually uh- stark has this gala thing- i mean you can say no it’s just- do you wanna go with me?”

Now it was Buckys turn to blush, he knew there was a huge chance you’d say no. I mean you hardly knew each other, the longest you had talked was for like 30 minutes in your apartment when he helped you bring up groceries two days ago.

“me?” You questioned, eyes wide as bucky nodded.

“I’ll get a dress for you and everything, just need to take someone and I’d prefer it be you” he smiled, how could you say no to him?

“uh- i wow- i mean” you sputtered out before stopping yourself and nodding, “yeah okay” you smiled and bucky grinned.

“thanks so much doll” he spoke and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, giddy with excitement.

Soon enough the gala came and bucky dropped off your dress, letting you know he’d drop by at 5:30 to pick you up to head to the dance. You were nervous as you slipped the gown on, it was a black to match the suit he’d be wearing, somewhat simple but had some pretty accents throughout that made it absolutely stunning.

You got ready quickly, bucky knocking at the door before you had a chance to slip your shoes on. You opened the door with a smile, Buckys mouth falling open.

“oh wow” was all he said, immediately closing his mouth and clearing his throat, “i mean- i- hi” he chuckled and you smiled, letting him.

“i brought you flowers” he grinned and you blushed, smiling at the beautiful roses he handed you.

“bucky barnes ever the gentleman” you grinned and he smirked.

“only the best for my gal” he shot back and your heart raced, moving to put the flowers in water and rushing to slip your heels on.

“let me just finish getting ready, I’ll be done in a minute” you smiled, looking at him through the mirror as you put on some earrings.

“you’re so gorgeous, melting my heart like it’s butter” he smiled, dazed in your beauty. Your heart continued to face and you smiled, rolling your eyes at him.

“oh hush” you protested, finally finishing and holding the door for the two of you to head out. He offered you his arm and you gladly too it, taking the elevator and stealing a glance at him. Bucky noticed and smiled, standing up a bit straighter.

As the two of you arrived you grew self conscious, there were so many other people here, so many girls that were much prettier than you and most likely much better than you. Bucky noticed your discomfort quickly and pulled you closer to him, giving you a reassuring smile.

The two of you walking over to where the rest of the team was and he smiled widely as Sam and steve made eye contact with him. Tony flashing you a smile.

“hey guys” bucky smiled and you followed his lead, grinning at everybody, trying to appear composed even though you were absolutely yelling your lungs out on the inside. “this is y/n, y/n this is- well this is the rest of the team” he chuckled and you laughed softly.

“hi! it’s a pleasure to meet you all” you greeted and they smiled, wanda immediately coming up to you and giving you a hug.

“I’m wanda! It’s nice to meet you, do you wanna get a drink?” She asked and you looked at bucky quickly before smiling with a nod, natasha following the two of you as you all walked over to the bar, bucky sitting next to steve and Sam.

“you’re dating bucky?” She whispered and you blushed, shaking your head.

“oh no! we’re just neighbors- well we’re friends, we talk sometimes” you rambled and Natasha smiled.

“ever since you helped him with whatever it was last week or two weeks ago he hasn’t shut up about you” Natasha whispered and you blushed, looking over at where bucky was and your heart raced as you made eye contact with him, quickly turning your head away from him.

“it’s true, even came to me for advice, I’m the one who suggested he ask you to come tonight!” Wanda smiled widely and you took a sip from your drink.

“let’s change the topic, what’s your favorite pasta shape?” You smiled.

Steve and Sam cheered on bucky as he sat down next to them.

“told you she would say yes!” Sam smiled, patting his back.

“i knew you still had it in you” steve smirked and bucky couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he watched you talk and laugh with nat and wanda.

“shes perfect” bucky mumbled, face beating up as Sam and steve made a fuss, “oh will you two shut up” he rolled his eyes, smile still on his face as his two friends continued to tease him, forcing him to spill his guts.

“can i buy you drink sweet cheeks?” You heard from behind you, but you ignored it, thinking they were talking to Natasha or wanda. The two girls looked at you with wide eyes when you didn’t react. Your eyes wide when you realized they were talking to you.

“me?” You asked, laughing slightly as the man nodded, a smirk on his face. You looked over at wanda and Natasha and they gave you a wink, your heart raced.

“uh- okay i guess” you smiled, ordering up enough for the three of you before smiling at the man, downing your shot with wanda and Natasha and ditching the man before he could even see where the three of you headed off to.

Bucky smiled as he watched the way you doubled over in laughter with the girls, wiping at your eyes softly to stop the tears of joy from ruining your makeup.

Soon enough the three of you walked back to the team, you sat next to bucky, letting yourself relax into his touch. After a couple minutes you saw steve and bucky both perk up, the sound of some 40s song playing as couples swayed on the dance floor.

“would you care to dance with me doll?” bucky asked with a smile and your heart raced.

“oh i don’t know how to dance” you whispered and Buckys smile only grew, “I’ll teach you darlin” he smirked as he easily pulled to to your feet, leading you to the dance floor and ignoring the whoops and cheers from the others.

With seconds the two of you were on the dance floor, bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you stood in front of him, looking around at everyone.

“eyes on me doll, or else you won’t learn” he teased you felt your stomach flutter. “side step right left to my beat doll, just follow the flow of the music” he spoke softly, your arms snaking around his neck and his cautiously let his hands rest on your hips.

“look at you, already getting the hang of it” he praised you and your heart raced, smiling up at him, you were only inches away from his face.

“you know nat and wanda told me some pretty crazy things” you whispered and bucky hummed.

“things like what?” he smirked, already knowing what you were gonna say.

“like how you’ve been talking ‘bout me” you spoke, the two of you still swaying to the music.

“i have been doll” he replied quickly, spinning you around before catching you back in his arms once again.

“what’ve you been saying?” You asked, breathless as the two of you were closer than before.

“oh you know, just how you’re the girl of my dreams, how i wanna make you my girl but i dunno what you’d say” he spoke smoothly, his cool tone causing your knees to buckle. Bucky held you up firmly, smiling at you.

“oh” you managed to squeak out, “well i wouldn’t say no” was all you managed out and bucky laughed softly. Your blue eyes met his and you felt your heartbeat in your ears, eyes flickering down to his lips. “what- what else did you say” you asked and he smiled.

“let me show you, talk is cheap and don’t mean a thing” he mumbled, slowly leaning into you, without a moments hesitation you crashed your lips onto his, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouths moved together, smiling into the kiss and pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

For a second the world melted away, it was just the two of you, rocking back and forth to the soft music as you smiled into the kiss, pulling away breathless with sparkling eyes and pink lips.

Then everything came back to you, suddenly everyone’s presence was a little too prominent for your liking, face growing hot. Bucky smiled at you, not wasting a second before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along, walking out of the venue and waving goodbye to everyone hastily. Wanda and Natasha shot you a thumbs up and you smiled brightly.

Within moments the two of you were alone outside, the cool Brooklyn air refreshing both of your flushed skin.

“you know, was gonna ask you to be my girl with a bunch of flowers and over a candle lit dinner” bucky chuckled and you smiled softly at him, your fingers intertwining in his hand.

“why don’t you?” you asked softly, he smiled at you as he threw his head back with a soft groan.

“cant wait that long doll face, i just wanna be yours already” he grinned, looking at you with soft eyes, adoration clear on his face.

“what’re you waiting for barnes?” You teased, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms over your chest.

“for us to get back to your apartment so i can kiss you all night” he shot back with a smirk, loving the way you looked at him with wide eyes and your heart raced. He pulled you into his chest, kissing you on the lips quickly before pulling away, not caring that he had red lipstick all over his mouth or that it was now smudged on your lips now.

“will you be my girl y/n?” He asked breathless, the stars twinkling above the two of you and the cold New York wind cooling your hot bodies.

“depends” you smiled, “how much time do i get to spend with alpine?” Bucky smiled brightly at you, picking you up in his arms and walking to the car.

“of course I’ll be your girl james” you replied, kissing up his neck and leaving a trail of red lipstick. Bucky opened the door with one hand, easily holding you up with his other before setting you down in the car seat.

“i know, just wanted to hear you say it” he smirked and you gasped.

“you’re too cocky for your own good” you teased him as he slid into the drivers seat.

“not cocky, just charming, that what you called me didn’t you” he replied quickly, leaning over and kissing you before starting to drive back to your apartment.

It’s safe to say that you spent a lot of time with alpine, cat sitting when bucky was away on missions and lazing the weekends away cuddled in bed or on the couch with bucky.

There was never a dull moment in your relationship with bucky, constantly flirting with you as if he hadn’t been dating you for years already. The Brooklyn boy was head over heels for you and was not afraid to let the world know.

Which is why he reminded you everyday how much he loved you. Because to him, you were his whole world and all he’d ever need.

[koostarcandy]

delicate's pretty boy

summary: jungkook’s had a long day. like reeeeally long. what better way to finish it up than cuddle up with his high school sweetheart and listen to his favourite music all night.

warnings: jungkook x female!reader, mentions of a long/bad day, overuse of sweet names, mentions of reader being sick, mentions of spi!cy times like barely there but it’s there yeah?

genre: sliiiiight angst, fluff!

a/n: perfected this piece to the best, okay? im trying not to use y/n anymore instead just some nice soft names? i think its better :/// hope you like it !! the prettiest banner there is by @itaeewon !!

slowly walking back home, jungkook looks up at his apartment building, squinting to see if his apartment’s lights are on or off. he decides that not announcing his return loudly and dropping himself on you is probably not for the best today. forgoing his daily routine of going up the stairs and having a race with himself, he jams the lift button, impatiently tapping his foot. he trudges into the lift, swiftly pressing the buttons, pulling his bucket hat down and leaning his head against the cool wall of the lift. a jingle signals that he’s reached his floor and he eagerly rushes out, the thought of you spurring him on.

he waves a hand over his touchscreen lock, typing the passkey to get into your shared apartment. he walks into to find your shared abode in darkness, save for the sweet vanilla smell of the candle and its flickering flame, along with the lights from the night scene outside. he can see a figure rising up from the sofa, outlines of messy hair illuminated by the moonlight streaming in. jungkook all but abandons everything in his hands, including your simple dinner of soup and rice from your favourite restaurant. he walks up to you quickly, settling next to you.

“how are you feeling now, baby?” he asks, fixing the blanket for you. your nimble hands somehow reach out for his bucket hat, taking it off off and tangling your fingers in his soft hair. using his jacket as leverage, you took your designated place in his lap and wrapped your arms around him in what he thinks is the best form of comfort right now.

“I took a painkiller and slept the whole thing off,” mumbling against his chest, you plop your chin up, looking up at him with concerned eyes despite your sleepiness, “your day went okay, pretty boy?” he buries his face in your neck at the nickname, somehow shifting you both so you’re both lying down, him on top looking down at you with an enamored look in his eyes.

you slip off his flimsy excuse of a jacket and it joins along with his bucket hat on the floor, followed by his t-shirt. he slots himself between your legs, his fluffy head finding its way to your chest, making its home with strong arms wrapping around your waist. you trace his tattoos like it’s muscle memory, silently coaxing him to let it all out. he chuckles at the silent yet meaningful gesture and he tells you how he messed up one of his assignments, causing a black mark on his name with his favourite professor and that the vending machine ran out of his favourite crisps, causing him to get grumpy. you giggle at the last bit of his rant which is followed by an enraged gasp of, “baby, how could you?” bringing giggles out of you with his long fingers abusing your ticklish spots.

“okay, okay pretty boy, settle down!” you grab his wrists, holding them as tightly as you could, knowing he could easily slip out of your grasp. he relents, effortlessly slips out of your so-called tight grasp, propping himself up on his elbows, gazing down at you, eyes crinkling when they meet yours. you lift your head up in question, looping your arms around his neck, intertwining your fingers in his hair. he shrugs, ducking down to suddenly cover face in kisses, mumbling out an, “I love you,” in the process.

you smile, holding his face so he stays in his place, chin placed on your chest and doe eyes looking at you, so much adoration and love in his eyes, jungkook feels like he could burst when you say, “I love you too,” hands finding its way into his back, softly massaging his knots, eliciting loud and exaggerated groans from him.

“keep quiet!” you say scandalously, “I don’t want the neighbours knocking up on the door and telling me to not sing in the middle of the night,” you remove your hands as if it’s punishment, only to have his long limbs place your hands back on its previous spot, nudging you to continue. “i’ll keep quiet, love,” he says, burying his face in your chest, proceeding to fake moan and groan loudly at your actions. they’re followed by light slaps and soft laughs to his bare back, eventually turning to gentle pats to put him to sleep, like putting a newborn to bed. mumbling out a tired "good night, i love you," jungkook is glad he got your soft lullaby of "i love you too." before he drifted off to dreamland, meeting you there again.

[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.