#currently outside my window is a very loud party

[dizzybevvie]

the uk experience is looking outside your window to see torrential rains attempting a breaking and entering, and in the next minute, the blinding sun glaring down at you

SO REAL

[hearts4werka]

Hot Tub Fun

Summary: You’re at a party, feeling confident in the outfit you’ve picked and you’re having a good time and think that nothing can ruin your night but then when you go to the bathroom you see your toxic boyfriend with your best friend. You run to Matt and he helps you with the newly break up in his new hot tub… Genre: ANGST & SMUTT, cheater bf (fuck him), party setting, toxic relationship, hot-tub smut, comforting, under the influence, friends with benefits? Warnings: swearing, cheating ( do not stand by it ), mentions of alcohol consumption along with drugs, toxic relationship, SMUT, use of pet names ( sweetheart, good girl ) unprotected sex ( bitch wrap that little pickle up ) , p in v, fingering, cowgirl, d riding, teasing, characters being slightly under the influence, aggressive kissing, smutty time in a hot tub, slight dirty talk

I was carefully applying my eye liner in the dimly lit bathroom, trying not to fuck up for the hundredth time now as suddenly someone decided to enter the bathroom.

It’s Matt standing in the doorway all dressed up and ready to go, rushing me to be quicker or we’ll be the last ones to arrive to the party one of our friends are hosting, Chris and Nick already went but I needed more time to get ready so Matt stayed with me and decided to wait.

“Scarlet, hurry the fuck up or I’m going without you” He says with slight warning in his tone but very evident annoyance, leaning against the doorframe to my small bathroom we currently reside in together.

“Jesus, I'm almost done. Have some patience for once.” I say, glancing at him and back at the mirror and continuing to apply my eye liner with precision.

“How can I have any patience left when you’ve been getting ready for a goddamn hour already.” I hear him slightly raise his voice, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently now.

I decide to not anger him further so I just drop the eyeliner into my makeup bag and put my hands up in mocking surrender.

“God, fine! I’m done now, you happy?” I say slightly annoyed at his impatience, turning my head to look at him standing in the doorway with his tall frame, his head almost hitting the top of the frame, would be funny if it actually did.

“Yes, now get your ass into the car.” He demands and motions for me to walk past him while moving out of the doorway, before I actually do what hes demanding me to do I do one last look into the mirror, making sure I look on how I intented on looking which is to look like the bad bitch that I am. ( outfit here )

| - 🍂 - |

We're in the car, driving to the party as Matt gives me a lecture to not get too fucked up nor black out drunk. I just listen, nod and shake my head at whatever he's saying and not really paying attention to the words currently leaving his mouth instead, I gaze outside of the window at the streetlamps illluminating the streets

"Do you understand me, Scarlet?" He asks after his small rant and glances over at me from the road, I nod my head again and keep not paying attention to him but my gaze is ripped away from the window view outside as he speaks again with more warning dripping from his voice.

"Don't just nod your head, use the words you like to use so often" Those words catch me off guard and my ears listen into the tone of his voice, my eyes finding their way to his face.

"Yeah I understand, Matt. I'm not five years old"

"You sure act like one sometimes" He mumbles under his breath which delivers him a soft punch on the arm from me, getting a little chuckle from him at how non-impactfull the punch was to his arm.

"Oh shut up"

And on that note, we finally arrive at our destination. Matt parking the car in the driveway among other cars, some look luxurious and some the polar opposite but here no one cares what you drive, you came here to have fun and not to slump about who drives what kind of car.

Me and Matt enter the party and our ears are Immediately assaulted by the loud music blasting through the speakers, my friend Tania as soon as she sees me she comes up to me while Matt excuses himself and goes to have a drink at the bar which I assume is because Chris or Nick is at the bar.

We both excitedly hug each other and when she grabs a hold of my hand she basically drags me to the dance floor once a song she likes comes up and we start dancing together, moving our bodies to the beat of the music.

As I sway my hips from side to side while the song keeps blasting from the speakers I feel Matt's eyes tracking my every move from the bar but I don't care and keep dancing, I'm gonna have a good night tonight and no one will ruin it for me.

| - 🍂 - |

After a few drinks and a molly with Tania, Matt and Chris that also joined us on the dance floor now, dancing to Pitbull songs blasting from the speakers I feel a need to take a quick piss.

"Hey, do you guys know where the bathroom is?" I ask trying to talk over the music, glancing between the d group dancing group. Tania doesnt even hear the question over the music including Chris who are gracefully taken over the curent song.

"It’s just down the hall to the left. last door." Matt finally answers my question, I give him a polite nod saying a small 'thank you' non-verbally as I go towards the hall to the bathroom.

I suddenly realize I haven't seen my boyfriend anywhere nor my best friend, shrugging my shoulders at the thought, ill go search for them later after I'm done with my bathroom break. Reaching for the door I attempt to open the door but its locked, I hear my boyfriends voice call out from behind the door but there seems to be something against it.

"Who's there?”

"What are you doing in there?' I say so he hears me from behind the door, I hear slight whispering in there and a feminine voice but just assume I'm hearing something from somewhere else.

"Wait a minute" He replies, hearing slight commotion behind the door my senses become heightened and I try to hear whats happening behind the door.

"The fuck are you doing in there? are you with someone?" I slightly raise my voice annoyingly hes taking up more time then he should be, I start twisting and shaking the door knob to try and pry it open but something seems to be holding it in place.

"Wait a goddamn minute! I'm...um shitting!" My brows furrow at his obvious lie, why is he lying to me right now? and why do I keep hearing female fucking whispering in there?

"Open the fucking door, Kyle!"

More commotion and whispers are heard on the other side before the door finally opens and Kyle steps out of the bathroom, looking down at me and moving out of the way for me to go into the bathroom. He doesnt say a word and just glares at me as he walks away into the crowd of people on the dance floor, I simply roll my eyes and enter the bathroom.

Walking over to the toilet I hike up my dress and oull down my panties to sit down on the toilet seat, taking care of my business. when I'm done I reach out for the toilet paper and realize It's not there, I glance around the bathroom for any toilet paper and none is found. Cursing under my breath I see a small towel next to the bathtub civered with a simple curtain.

I quickly walk over to it and snatch it off the holder, when I sit back down on the toilet seat I could have sworn I heard shaky and nervous breaths. After I wipe my ass I pull my panties back up and my dress down to cover what it can of my ass.

Ripping open the curtain I see my best friend hidding in the bathtub with what looks like guilty tears falling down her face, I look at her confused before I start to connect the dots. All of the moving and the whispering when Kyle what in here...

"What the fuck are you doing in here, Kiara?" I question, waiting for her to start to maybe explain what hes doing hiding in the bathroom even though I already connected the dots.

She picks herself up and sits up, guilt and nervousness written all over her face. "Scarlet I swear its n-not what you think..." she starts and stumbles over her shaky words before continuing "Please don’t hate me for this..." I huff at her small plea, looking at her and feeling betrayed.

"Since when was this?"

"what do you me-"

"I asked since fucking when was this, Kiara!" I yell, expecting a better explanation than her acting clueless when she knows damn well what I’m talking about.

“It- it started a few weeks ago after your birthday party.” she admitted and my heart shatters , my mind starts to go into a whirlwind but I calm it down as slight anger washes over me.

“You dumb, fucking bitch! How could you do this to me?” I yell once again, this time feeling hurt and betrayed. How could she? I’m mentally getting ready since this might take quite a violent turn.

When she notices my state, she bolts out of the bathroom and I just let her run away. I sit on the edge of the bathroom and just let te feeling of being hurt as well as betrayal mix together inside of me.

I need to find Matt so he’ll get me out of here.

Picking myself up from the bathtub I also exit the bathroom, scanning the area surrounding me I find Matt at the spot he obviously would be in. At the bar.

Speed walking to him and as soon as I get a grip on his hand he’s being dragged away from whatever conversation he was having with whoever but I didn’t care anyway.

When I get him into a quiet corner I turn to look at him and I can see he noticed my distressed state under my tough and confident demeanor.

“Woah, calm down there. What happened?” He asks in an almost calming way, taking a small step closer to me and his tall frame towering over me which sends a shiver down my spine.

“Kyle cheated on me with Kiara, that’s what happened” I simply admit through the lump in my throat, my hands immediately finding their way around Matt and hugging him tightly.

Matt returns the hug as equally warm, rubbing soothing circles on my back and I melt into the embrace. Holding in my tears so my makeup doesn’t smear all over my face.

"You want me to take you home?" He says as he pulls me away from his chest and seeing the hurt and betrayal written all over my face. I shake my head positively and he wraps an arm across my shoulders and walks me through the crowd and to the exit.

This feels like an ultimate betrayal out of a movie or show, I cant believe the two people the closest to made crossed me over so brutally. Tears prick my eyes and they become glassy by the time we make it to the car and when Matt turns to look at me he notices.

"...why would they do that to me?" I murmur under my breath as Matt takes a step closer to me, looking down at me with sorrow and empathy, placing a soothing hand on my shoulder.

"Dont worry about them, lets get you home now" He says and opens the passenger door for me, letting me get inside of the car before he eaks around and sits in the drivers seat.

| - 🍂 - |

The drive to his place was quiet with unusual and unexpected tension occupying the air around us, he gets out of the car and walks around to open the door for me.

I follow behind him and step out of the car as he closes the car door and we make our way to the front door, his arm around my shoulder in a comforting way that made the pain slightly easier to bare with.

“Do you want to relax?” He asks as he opens the front door and we enter the house, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, anything to stop my mind from spinning” I state and drop down onto the couch in the living room, feeling the effect of both alcohol and drugs flowing through my system.

“You can relax in the hot tub if you want” He suggests, walking over and sitting down next to me. The triplets got a pretty spacious hot tub for their house recently and already made a party in it a few days ago.

“That might not be such a bad idea actually” I state and look over at him sitting next to me, always when he’s near me I feel a warm and almost soothing feeling wash over my body each time, sometimes I even feel slight attraction towards him.

“Let’s go then”

| - 🍂 - |

After getting changed into a bikini i didn’t realize i left behind after the hot tub party a few days ago so I just put that one, it was weirdly left in Matt’s room for some reason but decided to not question it to not come off as nosy.

Grabbing a towel Matt lended me I make my way downstairs and outside where the hot tub is located, I asked Matt to join me since I didn’t want to go alone and just sit in silence so by the time I was downstairs he was already relaxing in the hot water of the hot tub.

I put down my towel nearby the tub and walk over to the tub, feeling Matts gaze run up and down my body taking in the sight of me in the bikini. Slowly entering the hot tub I let the hot water coat my skin and I let my body relax and as I’m about to sit down he suddenly grabs my waist and pulls me down onto his lap, making me straddle his hips with my legs each on the opposite sides.

A surprised look casts over my features as my head subconsciously tilts to the side in confusion but then I remember where I found my bikini which was located in his room.

“Matt, what are you do-?” As I try to finish my sentence he cuts me off by smashing his lips on mine, kissing me with slight aggression which makes a burning sensation create between my thighs as I try to squeeze them together but Matts knee is already keeping them open which causes me to let out a soft whimper into the aggressive kiss.

Hearing the noise leave my mouth he presses his knee against my core letting more noises escape past my lips and into his mouth like he’s feeding off of them, demanding more. My hips rock against his knee, my body desperate for any kind of friction but his hand grabs my waist and pushes me down onto his knee, making my movements stop.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m just here to comfort you…” He says in a suggestive tone, sounding sweet yet teasing at the same time. Matts others hand was moving up and down my sides before landing onto my thigh and squeezing it, putting his hand teasingly close to where I need him the most.

“Matt, stop teasing me like this” I state as desperation slips through my words and into the tone of my voice, my slight drunken state makes me not to think about my actions and right now is a prime example of that happening.

“Someone’s desperate for me, hm?” He asks, already knowing the answer to his little teasing question. God I don’t know how long I can take his teasing.

“Why ask dumb questions you already know the answer for?” I tease back but that desperation still evident in my tone but I try to shove it under the teasing but my traitorous body makes me fail miserably as the pleasurable sensation grows between my legs.

“Oh my, are you talking back to me?” He opined, releasing me from his grip on my waist holding me down on his knee and slides his hand now between my thighs, pulling my bikini bottoms to the side and pressing down on my clit with his thumb as one of his fingers enters my wet folds making a soft moan slip past my lips.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” His voice drips off mischief and small drops of lust, he slides in another finger inside and starts to pump them in and out of me causing me to let out a desperate whimper instead of words.

“I need you, Matt please…” My voice becomes more desperate and whiny as he increases his fingers pace, making me subconsciously rock my hips against his fingers for more friction as I clench around them and feel myself getting close to trip over the edge.

As I’m about to finish, he suddenly stops his movements and removes his fingers. A whine leaves me at the loss as he leans down and whispers into my ear teasingly.

“Oh you’re not gonna cum on my fingers, sweetheart. What we’re gonna do is you’ll slowly slide down onto my cock and then I might consider letting you finish…”

The erotic words leaving his mouth in such lust whisper makes me clench on nothing, his hand goes under the water and hooks his fingers on the band of my bikini bottoms and slides them down and tapping the side of my hip, signaling for me to lift them for him to remove my underwear and I oblige with his order.

He resurfaces his hand but now dangling my bottoms before placing them behind him, his hand submerges back into the water and sliding off his own swimming trunks. Taking them out from under the water and making them join mine behind him.

Placing his hands on my hips and guides me down into his cock, sliding it through my folds and erupting a juicy moan from my mouth. My hands slide up onto his chest for support as I lift my hips up and down, my head being thrown back as more noises come past my lips.

Noises of his own start to come out of his mouth, only fueling me to move my hips faster as his fingers dig into the skin of my hips.

“Just like that… ride my cock like the good girl you are” His voice comes out almost breathless as my movements speed up and become sloppier when a feeling of becoming closer to the edge I so desperately want to be pushed over.

I start to become even more desperate, moving my hips from side to side to throw myself over the edge but then he whispers into my ear again.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock so nicely”

His words once again make me clench but now around his dick as I continue to ride him and desperately to finally finish and I can see he is becoming close to the edge as well.

With a violent thrust of his hips, burying himself deep inside of me before he paints my insides with his release and I follow behind him and the mixture of our releases start to spill out of my thirty hole as he removes his dick out of it.

A soft string of delightful curses leave both of our mouths as we ride out our orgasms together, I slump onto his lap and bury my face into the crook of his neck., feeling sensitive after the high just came down of.

He chuckles as he wraps alarm around my waist and pull me into his chest, enveloping me in a sweet embrace.

“Let’s get you washed up and placed into bed, hm?”

“Can we watch a movie together though?”

“Of course, sweetheart”

@hearts4werka

authors note: This fic was heavily inspired by the show ‘Euphoria’ and if you haven’t watched it yet (somehow) then you should for sure watch it if you love angsty and problematic teenager. I gave it my own little twist and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[lacyscabinet]

Ghostface Natalie!!!

Angsty, cause I can't think of to much fluff rn:

1. She ends up stabbing R (reader) instead of the victim. And immediately crumbles grabbing onto them and falling to the floor sobbing she removes her mask begging for help from the others but their all to scared of her, as she panics trying to stop the bleeding. I don't like R death but just having Nat panic and feel bad is ❤️

2. Since people like sister Nat from you (with your beautiful writing!) Let me get this out of the way, she's like Sam Carpenter. Older, half sister. Her dad was a killer before her and she just lost it and started killing. But one night at a costume party, she's dragging some asshole of a dude away in the crowd of drunk teens with loud music. And just after she stabs him, right in front of everyone but no one seems to notice, the guy pulls her mask off, she looks up only to see her little sister caught her. (Gonna be an awkward discussion at home ngl 🏃) can also be like non sister, I just know people like her as such.

3. Natalie was staying in your room, she always had to sneak in through the window. She left her lover R, to go with her partner in crime (you pick) to "take care of something" anyway long story short she ends up stumbling and falling through your window on her way back, she was stabbed. Her mask in hand the only person she could think to seek refuge with was her girlfriend/partner/lover, but now you have to face the fact not only is she bleeding on perfectly good carpet, but she's killed people. Your friend's (mostly assholes let's be honest) but you don't want her to die.

Also could I ask for an emoji? To just sign with? I think I'm gonna end up sending a lot of things 😭 (if that's ok!) I love your writing!

A/N: OMG I WANNA WRITE EVERY SINGLE ONE (AND I WILL MAYBE 🤭), but I think I'm gonna start with your first idea!! Actually now that I think about it I might create a little section just for ghostface!au requests. And you can totally have an emoji!!! Just let me know what you picked! <3

Not proofreaddddd

MASTERLIST

Scream

"Natalie!" You happily squealed as soon as you saw your girlfriend walking into the room.

You were at Jackie's house for a sleepover with the whole team and a couple of mutual friends.

Natalie smiled, dropping a heavy backpack on the floor and instantly opening her arms for you "Hi baby" she mumbled while kissing the top of your head. You and the girls planned a fun and quiet night, but what you didn't know was that you currently stood in the arms of the mysterious cold blood murder Ghostface, and you also didn't know that one of Jackie's friends, Matt had a reputation to be a bit of a fuck boy.

And Nat couldn't stand him.

So as soon as everybody arrived at the party, she started targeting him from far away, monitoring his moves.

"Nat! Nat! Stop! Don't tickle me!" You said in between laughs, the two of you were cuddling on the couch "Okay okay I'll stop babe, actually, I forgot to tell you I need to go home earlier" Natalie said with an apologetic look "My mom...I need to check on her" she knew that you were very empathetic of her family situation, and she also knew that if she pulled that card you would let her leave without further questions.

That leads us to this moment, Nat changing outside of the house, from her grungy clothes to black coat and mask in hand along with a sharp knife.

Sneaking back inside, she could hear all of you messing around in the living room, a movie playing combined with soft music.

Nat peeped from the almost closed door, you sat near Lottie and Matt "Pretty" she thought when you smiled at one of Van's jokes "focus nat".

The lights were dimmed and you were distracted, so it was easy for her to sneak in and hide behind the bookshelf.

That's when she decided to attack.

Revealing herself, all the people in the room started screaming and running as far as they could, the adrenaline pumped in Nat's veins, and then she stabbed.

But in the chaos she didn't realize who she stabbed.

At least not until she heard you scream, scream like you never screamed before, it wasn't fear, it was gut wrenching pain.

Your body fell on the floor, blood, lots of blood splashed everywhere and Natalie's eyes widened

"no no no" she mumbled in panic while getting closer causing you to scream more, at that she instantly took off her mask "No no no baby it's me, it's just me I didn't mean to... I...let me help please, please baby..."

At that you could believe your eyes, your beautiful, kind and loving girl was ghostface? Like THE ghostface, a murderer!?

And just like you, everyone in the room was shocked, so when Nat asked, or more like begged them to help her they all just stared at her paralyzed.

You were so weak and the blood wasn't stopping, she cradled you in her arms for a while, until you passed out, and she cried and cried terrified that she just lost you forever.

You woke up in a hospital bed, beeping of machines and the smell of sanitizer lingered in the air, your mind was blurry and the memories of the night scattered in your head, but you did remember one single thing clearly

Natalie was the ghostface.

And you didn't know where she was now, if she was arrested or if she ran away, either way, you stared at the white ceiling, thinking of everything that happened and everything that changed in the moment ghostface pointed her knife at you.

[dira333]

Unwavering I - Ibiki x Reader

this is for @snuggleboots (taglist is open) this is what happens if you rant to me about your favorite character - I can't help but write about them.

Warnings: Reader is dealing with psychological aspects of her work and she's having trouble with alcoholism. Please do not read if this triggers you.

This is going to be a longer fic, I've already written four more parts and am currently working on the ending.

Masterlist

“Aunty!” Little Ino’s voice is so much like herself - hard to ignore. 

“Hey, Princess.” You drop low to grab her and throw her up in the air, catching her easily in your arms when she comes down giggling.

“You have a new Lipstick!” Ino points out, sticky fingers already on your mouth.

“Hmm. Do you like the color?”

“It’s pretty.”

“You think so? You wanna try too?”

“I can?” Ino asks, blue eyes wide in excitement.

“Why not?” You ask back just as her mother steps out of the shop. “But it will be our secret.” You whisper into your niece's ear and she giggles, clutching you a little tighter.

“What a bold choice.” Your sister-in-law points out when you enter the flower shop with Ino still secure in your arms. 

“You think so?” You smile at yourself in the big window and wipe some lipstick off that Ino had smeared before. “I think it could be a little brighter.”

“I won’t tell you what to wear for work, but is it really the right attire to work at the shop?” 

You press a kiss to Ino’s left cheek instead of answering, exaggerate the noise, and repeat it on the other side of her face. She giggles, unaware of the red blooming on her cheeks now. 

“I think it suits me just fine.” You tell your sister-in-law and turn back to the window, pointing Ino’s reflection out to her. “What do you think, Ino-chan?”

“It’s so pretty!”

-

“Stocking up?” Ibiki’s so close his chest bumps into your back as you wait in line. There are five bottles of wine, two bottles of Sake, and a six-pack of cheap bear in your baskets, crushing a bag of instant ramen under their weight.

“Oh, I’m having a party.” You lie effortlessly and turn to smile up at him.

That’s the most infuriating thing about Ibiki. No matter how bright your lipstick or low-cut your top is, his eyes never leave your eyes when he’s talking to you. You wonder if he’s learned to read them.

“Great.” His voice is so dry he could very well be reading a phone book out loud. “When is it? I’ll bring the snacks.”

“You’re not invited.” You turn back and start unloading your stuff, scrambling to pull your wallet out in time to pay.

“Put in on my tab.” Ibiki orders behind you. “If you’re free this evening, I need to discuss next week's interrogations with you.”

You sigh and pack your groceries back into your basket, silently enjoying how the Ramen noodles crunch under the weight of the wine bottles.

“Can it wait until after I had Dinner?” You ask when he puts his wallet away, his own basket a stark contrast to yours. It’s filled with fresh vegetables and a square package that’s either meat or fish. It’s so healthy, it could give you hives.

Instead of answering he puts one hand on your elbow. He doesn’t need to put any pressure into the touch to let you know to start walking. 

Only when you’re outside the store he starts talking again.

“I’ll cook,” he orders, his voice making it clear that he’s not going to take no for an answer, “Your dinner will just leave you unable to talk.”

Shame burns in your veins as you keep walking, unable to speak.

Your last physical had been a few weeks ago but not even Tsunade telling you to lower your Alcohol intake had made you feel this way. After all, who was she to talk?

.

Ibiki slips his shoes off before he steps inside his apartment and you follow his example awkwardly. Inside, the fattest cat you’ve ever seen trots up to your colleague and rubs itself on his leg, purring so loud you wonder if it’s really an animal and not something else.

“This is Neko.” Ibiki introduces you. “She is very friendly.”

Neko looks up at you as if she wants to disagree. There’s no purring for you, instead, she shows you her ass and walks away.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll start cooking.”

“Can I help?”

“Can you?” He asks back, slipping out of his coat. “Cook, I mean?”

Shame burns through you again. Every other time this topic came up it made you look rebellious and cool to women and a femme fatale to the guys. 

In front of Ibiki, you feel like even more of a failure.

“I’m not stupid.” You bark out and he nods.

“You can cut the vegetables.”

-

“This is Ibiki Morino.” Inochi gestures at the guy in front of you. “You’re going to work together from now on.”

“Why?” You ask, eyeing him curiously. You know Ibiki. You’d been one year behind him in the academy, but other than that you hadn’t interacted much. 

He’d always been just one of the guys, not as memorable as Kakashi nor as flirtatious as Genma. Not a pervert and not someone to lust after. Just… Ibiki.

You, on the other hand, should be well-known to him.

“He’s been made Jonin recently,” Inoichi explains and you straighten in interest.

“Can’t he talk for himself?” You ask because you hate that he’s made Jonin before you. Even if he’s one year older than you, you’ve been handled as the Families Genius for years.

“He can.” Ibiki’s voice is deep, even at sixteen. “I’m going to be assistant to the leader of the Intelligence Division.” 

You gape in shock, turning back to your brother. “I was going to be assistant!” 

You know you sound like a petulant child, but he’d promised you this position the moment he’d known he’d become Leader.

Inoichi has the decency to look ashamed. Ibiki looks like he could care less.

“Since your abilities are so similar, the Hokage thought it would be better to have someone else take the role of the assistant.” Ibiki points out dryly. “But I hope to work well with you as my assistant.” 

You move on instinct, but Inoichi is faster, grabs your hand before it can connect with Ibiki’s face. You’re not sure if you wanted to slap him or read his mind, but now you just look like a fool.

.

Ibiki is the right choice for the position, even if you don’t want to admit it out loud.

He works late when Inoichi can’t be bothered to, little Ino always a bit more important than work. His approach is so different from yours that it would be easy to push it aside but you can see that it works. It’s like two hands, entwined. It’s hard to tell where one starts and the other ends.

But he’s infuriating, impossible to crack.

More than once you’ve been called the most beautiful Kunoichi of your generation. You’ve learned to use your beauty in your work without anyone teaching you to the point that men spill their secrets at the sight of your lips or the flutter of your lashes. 

Not Ibiki.

When you have to leave Konoha for a mission and Genma and Ebisu are trying to subtly fight over who gets to share a tent with you, Ibiki tells them with a bored voice that they will share one tent, leaving you to take over the first watch.

Ibiki is a hard-ass, uncaring for anything that’s not his work.

That’s what you think until

-

You curse and grip your hand but there’s still blood dribbling down your arm.

“Let me see.” Ibiki is at your side in a heartbeat, pulling your hands apart to assess the damage.

“It won’t need stitches.” He exclaims. “But if you don’t want it to leave a scar you should use Chakra.”

“I know that.” You huff in indignation. “I’m trained in Medical Ninjutsu.”

“Then you’ll have no problem with helping yourself.” He points out and pulls you toward the sink only to step in the place you just vacated, inspecting your work. Even from this distance you can tell you haven’t done your best. You hate cutting onions. 

Ibiki doesn’t mention the uneven pieces and you turn back to the cut in your hand, calming yourself down enough to heal it up.

“Turn down the heat.” He points at the stove when you’re done. “And turn the fish.”

You stare at him in confusion. He takes a Spatula from a drawer and flips the filet in the pan without further comment. You feel like a little kid but not in a good way and you scramble to find something to hold on to.

“About next week’s interrogations.”

“I don’t think you should interrogate the Kiri-Nin.” His eyes are on a green vegetable you can’t name. He’s cutting it into thin stripes, his hand moving so swiftly it distracts you from his words for a moment.

You gape when you realize what he’s just said. 

“What? No! I was successful with his colleague when your method did not work. It’s my job!”

“Just because two Shinobi come from the same Village doesn’t mean they will both succumb to the same interrogation.” He points out.

You huff. “Let me try. If it won’t work, you’ll have free reign. But I’m sure it will work.”

“Oh? Did you have something planned?”

You straighten. “Of course. Most Kiri-Nin are used to harsher methods. It works well to establish a connection with them.”

He hums in thought. “How are you planning on doing that?”

You start to explain, quickly engaged in a conversation as he continues asking questions. It’s easy to forget that Ibiki is a hard-ass when he decides to act like a normal person.

“Please set the table.” He interrupts your explanation of a difficult Jutsu. “The plates are in this drawer.”

You straighten in surprise. You hadn’t noticed the time passing.

“Do you want some wine?” You ask when you set down the plates, your basket at the door attracting your attention like it’s True North and you’re an innocent compass drawn toward it.

“No alcohol in this house,” Ibiki announces from the kitchen.

“It’s just a little wine.” You huff.

“Nothing’s just a little wine with you.” His voice is calm but his words cut into you like knives made from ice. You freeze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, your voice dangerously low.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, Morino. I don’t.”

He turns, dares to lean his back against the stove behind him.

“I got the report from your last physical.” He announces. “Inoichi doesn’t know yet, but-”

“What?” You hiss. “Were you planning on telling him? Hm? To get me kicked off the squad?”

“You’re going to get yourself kicked off if you keep drinking like that.”

“I don’t have a fucking problem!” You yell. Something crashes loudly and you realize belatedly that you threw a plate at his head, the porcelain shattering on contact but hitting only the kitchen cupboards.

Ibiki doesn’t speak. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Neko mewling loudly, clearly indignant about the noise in her home. You can barely breathe, the room suddenly too small for you. You move toward the door without another word, grab your basket on the way out, and leave your shoes in your haste to get away.

You don’t have a problem.

-

Your team lead is dead, Ibiki has been captured and Ebisu keeps bleeding from a nasty cut on his arm. He’s the least helpful in this situation, mumbling non-stop as he goes through all the books he’s read, trying to find a strategy that might work.

The worst thing about this? It’s your fault. 

Well, that’s not entirely correct. You didn’t kill your team lead and you were not the one who barely missed Ebisu’s heart and instead cut into his arm.

But you’d been one heartbeat too slow, stumbling to catch up in a fight that would have been difficult to win even in top condition. 

You remember fighting with Ibiki on your way here, calling him a stuck-up bitch to his face when he refused to listen to your plan on implementing a new Jutsu. 

You remember him moving you out of the way, scarred hands warm on your skin as he pushed you to the side just moments before he was pulled from your sight. 

If you’d been faster, better, less intent on fighting him instead of your actual opponent, he’d still be here.

Right now you’d take being captured over sitting here with Ebisu.

There’s nothing quite like figuring out you’re not as talented as everyone thinks you are. Nothing like realizing your own failings just in time to see someone looking up to you, believing that you’ll be exactly what they need.

Ebisu is looking at you like that. “You’re the team lead now.” He says and your stomach churns so violently you have to excuse yourself.

You wish for the warmth that settles in your stomach after the first sip of Sake or the fuzzy feeling of safety that comes after a glass of wine. Everything but what you have now.

.

You promise yourself a six-pack of beer if you manage to find out where they’re keeping Ibiki. Your body won’t mind the extra calories if Ebisu keeps eating your rations as well as his.

When that is done, you promise yourself that new dress you’d been eyeing. It’s a deep shade of brown that makes you look like a delicate flower and reminds you a little bit of Ibiki’s eyes when he’s laughing - not that you’d ever tell him that. It’s crazy expensive but you’ll look amazing in it. It might even get Ibiki to show a reaction if only to sigh and tell you not to waste your money on things like this.

All you have to do to earn this dress? Break Ibiki out.

When you find him, his head is a bloody mess but he’s glaring up at you as you untie him.

“Took you long enough.” He jokes but winces when you move him.

“Can you walk?” You ask and put a hand on his neck to stabilize him.

“Sure.” He says but doesn’t budge.

“I don’t know much Medical Ninjutsu.” You explain as you position yourself, pulling his head gently into your lap. A lock of silver hair clings to your fingers when you pull them away and you stare at it. Whatever it is that makes you slip the lock of hair into your pocket, it shall stay hidden.

“Ah, don’t worry if it leaves a scar.” He jokes. “It will fit my face.”

He must notice how your breathing picks up as you struggle to keep your Chakra flowing. You’ve never minded the sight or smell of blood until now. There’s just so much of it and all of it is Ibiki’s.

“How’s Ebisu?”

“He’s fine.” 

“And you?”

“Just a little hungry.” You lie, fighting against the urge to throw up.

“Ebisu ate your rations?”

You sigh. 

“Why did you push me out of the way?”

“My work doesn’t care if I get a new scar or two. Your work does.”

You laugh shakily.

“You’re just saying that. In reality, you thought I’d not make it through their interrogation.”

You don’t sound angry, don’t feel it even though you think you should. He’d not be wrong in thinking it either.

“You would have made it through the interrogation without a problem,” Ibiki states calmly. “But they might have thought you don’t know enough and killed you.”

Your hands still on his skin. You barely managed to stop the bleeding.

“Ibiki-” You start, unsure what you want to say when Ebisu bursts through the door.

“Guys, we have to go! Oh, am I interrupting something?”

“Yeah, me trying to heal him.” You snap back. “Help me here. He can’t walk on his own.”

.

It’s a miracle that Ibiki makes it back to Konoha alive. That he survives the multiple head wounds. He doesn’t seem ashamed of his scars but you are. It’s another sign of your failings.

You never buy that brown dress but on weekends when you’re not on babysitting duty, you sit with a new six-pack of beer or a bottle or two of wine and fight the fear of being left behind.

[summerlycoris]

Is it really a birthday party if you wake up in a hospital?

Chapter 6- Are you waiting just to quietly clock my card?

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Cassie awoke to a loud ringing noise. Someone's phone was going off, right next to her head.

A young girl, two beds down to her right woke up and started scream-crying in frustration. Cassie had got very familiar with her cries just that afternoon- that girl, must've been eight? She had trouble sleeping after coming off sedation. She'd had a meltdown earlier that evening because of it, and had begged the nurses for help.

It's easier to sleep here than in the PICU, Cassie thought- Less beeping, loud machines. The lights were dimmed at night instead of blinding, too.

Well, less beeping, loud machines when some jerks phone wasn't ringing.

"Ugh, somebody shut that up…" Cassie whined, pulling her covers over her head. It didn't help at all- the noise was just as loud.

"Hey new girl" the girl next to her said. Cassie pulled her covers back down, and looked over to her. To her right was the silhouette of an older teen, showing up against the yellow curtain separating the beds. Cassie knew from earlier that she had pretty black hair in braids- when she wasn't wearing a silk bonnet to sleep- "Pretty sure that's your phone. Sounds like it's coming from your bed…"

Cassie's eyes went wide in embarrassment, and she sputtered out an apology. She fumbled for the phone, which had rung out, only to start ringing again. She wanted to melt into the floor.

"Whu- what? It's like three am, who is this? She whispered frantically. She rubbed some sleep out of her eyes.

"Before Roxy was revealed, who was your favorite Freddy's character?" Andy asked.

"Huh- Andy? What is- wait how did you go there? Are you okay?" So many thoughts were going through Cassie's mind now- including her worries from earlier.

"Answer my question! Who was your favorite? And where are you?" Andy yelled. She sounded really worried.

"... Circus Baby. She was so cool looking, and I liked seeing her in ultimate custom night and night terrors…" She heard Andy sigh on the other end. She wished she could walk, or at least have her own chair so that she could talk to Andy in private. She wasn't silly- she knew everyone here needed their sleep. "I’m at the hospital- Andy, what's happened? You sounded so scared…"

Andy took a bit to respond. "Sorry, Cassie. Just… we ran into that thing. It had copied your voice, and I wante-"

"You ran into it?!" Cassie yelled into the phone. The young girl started wailing again, and Cassie could hear some shoes coming down the walkway separating the row of beds from the windows looking into the nurses station. Cassie shrunk down into herself, as she felt all the other girls' eyes turn to her. She could hear someone start grumbling loudly.

Oh God please let the earth swallow me up. "I'm sorry, sorry." She whispered to the room. Then pulled up the covers again, over her head. "Andy, please tell me what happened."

She heard an "a-hem" noise from just outside the covers, and pulled them down. A nurse was standing beside her bed, face cross, hand extended for the phone.

Andy had started talking to her, asking her something. But Cassie hadn't heard a word. "Umm, Andy. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Sorry- got to go!" She hung up, and gave the phone to the nurse. "I'm sorry, it was an emergency… kind of. It's hard to explain?"

The nurse rolled her eyes. "Next time, keep it on silent. I'll give it back after 7am."

Cassie nodded, and apologized again. She could feel her eyes get wet, with embarrassment- no, mortification.

She could feel everyone's eyes on her, even as she turned to her side carefully, and covered her head with the covers.

"You okay, new girl? Was someone in trouble?" Asked her next-bed neighbor.

Cassie brought her eyes up over the covers, and said. "Umm, kinda? I think she's okay now…"

The girl stood up quietly, and pulled back the curtain enough to look through. She looked Cassie in the eyes. She can totally tell I'm about to cry.

Cassie could hear most of the other girls in the ward- there were eight in total- settling down to try and get more sleep. The young girl was still sniffling, but the nurse had gone over to talk to her, and from the sounds of it, check how her painkillers were going. She could hear her confiscated phone in the nurses pocket vibrating as Andy tried to ring back.

Despite her… wild adventures recently, Cassie wasn't normally the kind of girl to get in trouble or behave badly. Sneaking off, causing disturbances in class, bad grades… Cassie pretty much never did that stuff. She'd never had something confiscated off her before. At least, by people who weren't her parents. She just felt bad over it, and kind of stupid. It's not a big deal, why are you making it a big deal?

The girl looked at her with pity in her big, brown eyes. If she keeps looking at me like that, I might start scream-crying too.

"Are you gonna be okay, though? You gonna be able to sleep after all that?" She asked, still looking at Cassie with pity.

"Uhh, yeah. I'll be fine. Um- I'm sorry for waking you up. And everyone." Cassie whispered.

The girl next to her shrugged. "Emergencies happen, glad they're okay, by the sounds of it." Cassie nodded, as the girl shut the curtain and laid down again.

That conversation was over.

Cassie grabbed her Roxy plushie, and held it close. The saddest thing is- that was probably the best conversation I've had here, so far… She thought bitterly. When Cassie had transferred here earlier toda- well, yesterday now- most of the girls weren't there. Either away getting tests, or out playing in the playroom down the hall.

Two of the girls were like her- scream-cryer, and a little girl with big, curly red hair. They were stuck in bed for the most part.

Scream-cryer had a few broken bones too- she'd just got out of surgery, and off sedation, apparently. But didn't want to talk during the day because she was in too much pain, and way too tired.

Curly didn't seem to be in as much pain. She was missing a leg, and had a scar visible that kind of made Cassie nauseous. She seemed funny, from what Cassie had seen of her. But they were on opposite ends of the room, and Curly always had some friends or siblings around her bed, talking or playing games with her.

So Cassie had spent a lot of her day alone with her thoughts. And what thoughts they were! Thoughts about what could happen to Andy, thoughts about what may have happened to Roxy, or Eclipse, or Chica-

(One of the 'best' thoughts she'd had was about what would happen if Roxy thought Andy was Gregory, and Andy froze instead of saying- ‘You've got the wrong person!’. She didn't- she really didn't want to think about that. She had grabbed the plushie earlier after her physio session and stared it in the eyes- "you wouldn't hurt my big sister, would you?" The plushie couldn't answer.)

-and thoughts about how things would go for her here.

She'd thought, before coming here, that she really had a chance to make friends. But she couldn't do anything. Anything except wait for her physio to come around and go through some exercises with her. And they weren't even fun exercises- just the kind you could do in bed.

…thinking about this wasn't helpful at all. It was just making her more upset. She needed to sleep- tomorrow, Mom would come back. She wouldn't want to see that Cassie had stayed up half the night.

She rubbed at her eyes, held her plushie close, and tried to get back to sleep.

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Cassie could feel the bags under her eyes, as she went out for a walk with Mom. She'd tried, but it'd taken her a while to get back to sleep. Then once the lights turned back up, and people started walking around the ward, she woke up and stayed up.

Mom was pushing her in a wheelchair- one of the hospital ones with the small wheels, that you could only attempt to push yourself in if you had long arms. And Cassie didn't. So she couldn't.

I'm not bitter about that at all.

"Hmm, do you want anything to drink before we leave?" Mom asked, stopping to look. They had been passing a little cafe- probably the same one Mom had gotten drinks at previously.

"Yes please, could I have a coffee or something?" Cassie asked.

"That's different. Well, we'll both have one- how many sugars do you want."

"Five please."

Mom made a disapproving noise. Then patted Cassie's shoulder. "We'll try two, and see if it's sweet enough, okay?"

Cassie nodded. She wasn't going to win this one.

Mom sat her at a table and went up to order. It looked kinda fancy- almost as fancy as tables at regular cafes. Except this one had a see-through plastic table cover on it, to keep it clean. And the chairs didn't match- clunky, plastic, and easy to clean. Everything in a hospital was based on how easily someone could clean it. Even when the walls were painted cute colors, it looked sterile.

At least she was next to a window, and there was a tree waving in the wind outside.

On the wall behind the counter was a tv. It was playing the news with a decent volume- loud enough to hear if you weren't talking. There was nothing super interesting on tv right now- just the sports bulletin. Boring. Absolute snoozefest. Cassie couldn't even pretend to be interested in sports- except motorsports. And there was none of that in this bulletin.

Cassie sighed, and tried kicking her feet up and down under the table while waiting. Her right one worked okay- but her left leg was still stubbornly refusing to do anything- except twitch uncomfortably in the moon boot. Even though she'd been seeing her physio, and she'd been doing the exercises in bed.

She wanted to lay her head on the table in frustration- but the brace she was wearing would make it too difficult. And Mom would tell her off- ‘The doctor said to keep your back straight!’

Mom came back, not too long later, with two coffees. She placed one in front of Cassie, and sat down opposite. She took a long sip, while Cassie felt the sides of her mug to see if it was too hot to drink yet. It was, so she grabbed the spoon and gave it a stir.

Mom and her made small talk for a little while, and watched people go by. However, the small talk stopped when Cassie heard ‘Pizzaplex’ come from the TV's speakers. She turned her head towards the TV, and her Mom followed suit in time to catch the bulletin:

"… The investigation into the disappearance and attempted murder of a local girl inside the abandoned Mega Pizzaplex is still ongoing…"

Cassie sighed with relief, that her picture or name wasn't shown in the broadcast. She didn't want to be known as 'that girl who nearly died at the Pizzaplex', when she went back to school. Mom looked at her weirdly.

"…However, police are struggling with keeping people from entering the crime scene. We've interviewed Officer Daniel O'Malley of the Hurricane Police Department about the situation:'' the camera feed swapped from a blonde, pretty, Newswoman, to a familiar-looking police officer.

"Oh! He's still on the case! Cassie, they could solve it." Said Mom, cutting off part of what the officer said. Cassie nodded, then tried to catch what he was saying.

"- we know it's tempting to come in and have a look around. People get a lot of nostalgia out of places like this. However, we ask you not to disturb this place. The building itself is hazardous. And if you come here, you could get charged with trespassing…"

"Boo, he's just stating the obvious…" Cassie grumbled. She'd been hoping for ‘We found a monster in the pizzaplex- and it's now dismantled.’ Not ‘Hey kids! Did you know you should look both ways before crossing the street?’ levels of redundancy.

Mom shushed her, and they focused back on the screen.

"- It's clear that someone has been here last night." The footage changed from Officer Dan's bushy beard, to a shot of a fence around a staircase that had been mangled by a car? And… what looked like ruined pieces of Bonnie?

Cassie and Mom both looked at each other in confusion.

"However, we have not been able to identify the culprits of this particular breaking and entering incident. If you or anyone you know recognise these people-" the shot changed to security footage of three young adults wandering around the Pizzaplex parking lot. Then to a shot of a pickup truck speeding away from the Pizzaplex, through the parking lot. There was something blurry, or censored, chasing behind the pickup.

… The pickup looked familiar. With an even more familiar push-bike sitting in the cargo bed. There was also a vaguely Andy-shaped figure in the cargo bed. Even with the black and white cameras, Andy's bike was… distinctive.

Cassie could feel Mom staring into the side of her head. She slowly turned around, hoping she didn't look too suspicious. Her throat felt super dry right now, so she took a sip of her scalding hot coffee.

But it was less scalding than Mom's stare was. She was getting really steamed up now.

"Cassie. Do you know something I should know?

"Ummm. Well, uhh…" Mom's eyes had narrowed, and the left corner of her mouth had turned down. Cassie knew someone was going to get their butt kicked. Her? Or Andy?

Still, she couldn't completely throw Andy under the bus. Even if the Mom-kettle was preparing to spout.

"Andy went out drinking with Trev and May. She rang me at three am and sounded drunk! They must've taken the drinks to the Pizzaplex…" Cassie lied.

Mom was silent for a second. Then she put her hands over her face and shouted into them- "That. Stupid. Girl!" She took one hand away, to slap it on the table, while the other held the bridge of her nose. "She's going to get herself arrested- she's not in Brazil anymore! She's too young for that here! And at the Pizzaplex? Of all places? She could've been murdered."

She looked up at Cassie, who flinched, waiting to be told off. "And that's why you're so tired today! Because Andromeda- stupid, careless Andromeda- was keeping you up with her drunk rambling?! When I see that girl, I'll have her guts for garters!" She whisper-yelled. But not quietly enough- nearby tables were looking at her and Cassie. Cassie tried to slink down in her chair to avoid the stares, but her brace prevented it. Mom just looked embarrassed, and whispered "Sorry…"

Cassie just tried to finish her coffee quickly, so they could leave. The section about the Pizzaplex break-in had ended without either of them catching the rest of it. As tears sprang to her eyes from the boiling drink, she wished she'd just gotten a soft drink instead.

Would it have been this painful with five sugars in it?

Mom saw the tears, and said "I'm sorry Cassie. I shouldn't have dragged you into that. Do you want to go check out the garden? It's nearby, and has some beautiful flowers in it?"

Cassie thought about it, but decided against it. She was only supposed to sit up like this for about half an hour at a time. And that half hour was nearly up. She also had a physio appointment soon. And an appointment after that where they'd… take her measurements? Or was it another appointment with her orthopedist?

One of those things. All the appointments blended in together right now. She had better things to worry about… But before either of these appointments, she needed to get the story straight with Andy- before Mom went on the warpath.

She put down her half finished drink- "No, it's okay. Could we just go back upstairs please?"

Mom sighed, but nodded and helped push Cassie back to the ward.

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Once Mom had left to return the chair, with a hug and kiss, Cassie started ringing Andy. She hoped she'd pick up. It was about 10am- she'd have to be awake by now? Cassie's stomach was in knots- she needed to sort this out! If Mom found out she'd been lying… Well, it wouldn't be pretty.

Luckily, there were only the usual suspects in the ward. A nurse was talking to scream-cryer again, and Curly was busy reading her magazines.

The phone kept ringing against Cassie's ear, and it sounded like it'd ring out. "Come on, come on…"

On the final ring, Andy picked up. "... This is Andy? Hi? Who wants me at… oh wow. I slept in." She sounded like she'd just woken up.

"Andy, it's Cassie. Look, uhh. Mom saw you on TV, and she kind of made me come clean" Cassie heard Andy groan into the phone. " -but only kind of! I told her you went out to drink with Trev and May, and must've gone to the Pizzaplex. That's all she knows."

"Oh god, she's gonna kill me… hey Trev?" Andy said, her voice sounded muffled, like she wasn't talking into her phone. "Can I live here for the rest of forever?" Cassie could hear some unintelligible words through the speakers. Andy sighed, and said. "I'm just gonna have to face the music. Thanks for trying, Cassie."

Andy went to hang up, before Cassie spluttered out- "wait, Andy! What happened to you guys last night? You said you ran into the monster, are you guys okay?!"

Andy groaned. "Hoo boy, long story Cassie. You got time for a doozy?"

________

Andy had told her everything about what had happened at the Pizzaplex yesterday.

Now Cassie was more worried than ever.

She was a sitting duck… well, more like a laying duck.

If it decided that, ‘no actually, i would like to kill Cassiopeia Oliveira-Mathers because she escaped, and I can't let that happen.’, she wouldn't be able to fight it. Nobody here would.

And, despite Roxy’s claims a few weeks back, it seemed to have taken her getting away personally. It had spent half of its time chasing Andy and friends copying her voice. The other half copying her family's voice.

And that wasn't even getting into the dead girl they'd found. When Andy described what had happened, Cassie thought she was going to be sick. Especially when Andy described what the girl looked like, to see if Cassie knew her. Two pigtails. Freckles. Same age.

You're dead, honey.

"... She could've been Janet Faraday? She had red hair and freckles…" Cassie whispered into the phone.

"Was she a friend of yours?"

"Kind of? We never really hung out together as friends, but we'd work on group projects together with Setia."

Andy went silent for a while, and Cassie was concerned their connection had dropped. Then Andy spoke up- "Yeah, looks like a Janet F. went missing two weeks ago. She's on the missing person's website, anyway."

Cassie's heart sank. "You need to let her family know, please? They need to know that she's…"

"Cassie, look. I can't go up to Janet's house, knock on the door, and then tell her parents 'hey, um, your kid's dead.' I'd be arrested for her murder. They've already got footage that proves I was there around that time- it'd be pinned on me, Trev and May. We've already told the police about this anonymously, and about that Terminator-wannabee. It's up to them now. Besides, we can't be sure it was Janet- could be a girl from out of state? Could be a victim of a completely different psycho? We won't know until it's confirmed by someone."

Cassie sighed, and changed the subject completely. She didn't want to think of doomed girls or monstrous robots going on a murder spree.

She did get some good news off Andy though- Andy had managed to save Chica, Eclipse, and Roxy.

"I'll need to find a way to fix Chica's personality chip, though. It’s FazEnts patented design, so it's hard to find replacements outside of the company. We went looking for some while we were there, but… well…"

Shortly afterwards, Cassie had to hang up because her Physio arrived. She drew the curtains around Cassie's bed, and she got started with some exercises.

Cassie was too stuck in her own head to take any of it in.

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It was a few days later, and another session with the physio. This time, she was continuing to teach her how to sit up by herself, from laying down, without hurting her back. Mom was there, so she could see how Cassie did. ‘Long Sitting’, they called it.

But Cassie was distracted. She couldn't stop thinking- would this have happened if I'd told the cops the truth?

And now it was out there. It could be doing anything, to anyone. It could be here, right now. Cassie was brave- she needed to be, to not start screaming or crying or clinging to her Mom. Instead she did her exercises and tried to listen to the physio, trying not to look like she was scared out of her mind. She'd been scared sleepless for the past few days.

But it must have shown on her face. Mom looked at her strangely as Cassie tried sitting up. The physio said something to Cassie, that she didn't catch at all.

"Sorry, I didn't hear. What did you say?" Cassie asked, breaking her eyes away from Mom's to look at the physio.

"I said, you've been doing well with these sessions. We should be able to transfer you in about two weeks if you keep up your progress. But you seem distracted today- has something happened? Are you in any pain?"

And Cassie was always in a bit of pain- from her wrist, from her back, from her left leg. Especially her left leg. The tablet painkillers helped take the edge off, but she still felt it when she moved wrong. Or just when her leg decided to be a major pest.

But that wasn't what was worrying her. She couldn't tell anyone what was worrying her- she'd already dug herself in too deep.

"No, I'm okay. Just tired… it's hard to sleep here." It was only a half lie- Cassie was finding it hard to sleep, but not really because of the ward. Cassie was the kind of girl who could fall asleep anywhere fairly easily. She'd learnt how to from spending time in the daycare.

The physio looked over to Mom, and Mom looked at the physio. The physio shook her head, and pulled back the curtains, removing the privacy they'd had. This session was over.

"I think we're done for today, Cassie. You've done well, can I get you to keep practicing with the stretchy band when you have free time? It'll help you get strength back into your ankles. Now would be a great time, since you're still sitting up."

Cassie agreed. She'd been shown the stretchy band exercises about a week ago. She loops it around a foot while sitting up, and pulls the ends to a side, or closer to her. Then she needs to keep her toes pointing upwards, despite being pulled around by the stretchy band. Sometimes, it felt like it was working. Sometimes it felt useless. She kept trying it anyway.

She said goodbye to her physio, while they asked Mom to come with them. Mom told her she'd be back soon, as Cassie grabbed her stretchy band. It was yellow. Not the worst color.

She spent the next fifteen or so minutes just practicing with it.

Her right leg seemed promising- it was growing stronger by the day. That foot was able to stay straight against the stretchy band unless she pulled it hard. Then it'd flop over. It helped and hindered that she couldn't feel pain in that leg. Helped because it made her feel better about practicing with it. Hindered because she was scared to really push it- what if she broke her ankle again? It still wasn't done healing.

Her left leg… useless. So useless. The muscles in it had started to spasm occasionally, when touched, or when it felt painful. Which is unfortunately most of the time right now.

’It's because the nerves in the leg can't send a signal through to the brain properly. It gets stuck in the spinal cord, and causes a reflex.’ The physio had illustrated this a few days ago, by pinching one of Cassie's toes. She couldn't feel the pinch, it hadn't been strong enough to hurt her- but she had felt it when her leg drew away, causing a painful jolt in her upper leg. She'd glared at the physio that day. Only keeping her mouth shut because Mom had been there.

Cassie had been trying for a week now to get this leg to behave. But when it wasn't spasming, it wasn't listening to what she wanted it to do.

They'd said it could get better- there was a chance that, with use, her spinal cord could have some of its nerve connections rebuilt, allowing her more control over her left leg, and for her right leg to feel pain again.

So even though her left leg was useless. Even though her foot would flop sideways at the slightest pull of the stretchy band. Even though her leg would jerk and strain at the sensation of the stretchy band. Sensation Cassie couldn't feel- but her foot clearly could-

She kept trying. Even though she could feel her face heating up with frustration. Even though she could feel tears stinging in her eyes.

Eventually, she decided that was enough for now. Her left leg has spasmed so much that the band has slid off the sole of her foot, underneath her leg. Cassie groaned in frustration, let go of one end and pulled the other end towards her. She put it away on the table to the right side of her bed.

While she was turned, something caught her eyes. She looked up at the windows separating the ward from the main hallway.

At night, these windows had the curtains closed, so no one could look in. During the day, the curtains were open, so anyone inside could see visitors as they approached, and anyone to the right side of the ward had unobstructed views of the trees outside.

Cassie normally didn't look out those windows, except if she was waiting for Mom or Andy. She was right next to the windows on her left, facing out towards the garden. But today she saw someone standing in the hallway who should not have been there.

Today she saw Gregory.

She could tell it was him- he'd changed his hair style and clothes, and had grown a little taller. But he still had the big, brown eyes and baby-face from before he went missing.

Time slowed to a crawl, as Cassie's thoughts sped up and ran in circles. Anger, fear, relief. All going around in a confusing manner. Gregory stared at her, and she stared back.

She needed to get over to him. To get over him. To give him a piece of her mind. To ask if he was okay. To ask if he knew the monster-thing had gotten out. To ask how he knew she was here.

She broke the staring contest, and scrambled for her moon boots. She tugged and strapped on her left boot, before she heard someone taking steps. She looked up, and he was stepping backwards away from the window with a scared look.

If I'm not quick, he'll disappear again. She yelled out "Gregory- don't you dare leave!", and struggled with her right boot. She had it strapped up shoddily, when she heard him start running away.

She knew, in theory, how to transfer to a wheelchair. Her physio had shown Mom and her how to do so- using a transfer board underneath her bed. But it was underneath her bed. And the wheelchair wasn't with her anyway- it was just a loaner, after all. Someone else had it.

She didn't have time to think of a better way. She swung around, and stood up from the bed. Putting most of her weight through her right leg. Leaning against the wall.

It was agony.

It was necessary.

"Don't go!” She yelled. She tried to step forward. Her right leg took the step forward. But her left leg wouldn't listen, it never listened- Cassie leant over and grabbed it, moving it forward that way.

But it spasmed out after a few more excruciating steps. She fell instead. Fell onto the bed next to her. The one that had been occupied by her next-bed neighbor, until she'd been discharged that morning. The world spun beneath her.

Cassie groaned in pain, clinging to the covers as she tried to reorient herself. She could hear scream-cryer asking “are you okay? Do you need help?”

Cassie didn't need help- she needed to catch Gregory! To do that, she’d need to get away from the wall, and around the beds to follow him-

Cassie grit her teeth, and tried to pull herself back up into standing. Get up! Get up! You're losing him…

But she'd already lost him. He could run faster than her, even back before everything. And Cassie couldn't even walk properly. She wailed in frustration as she heard the familiar sound of a nurse's shoes walking down the hallway. Scream-cryer must've pressed the call button. Or maybe they'd heard Cassie yelling.

"What are you doing?" The nurse asked. Cassie could hear her break into a run, as she shut her eyes. She tried not to sob, as the nurse grabbed her under her arms, and directed her backwards, towards her own bed. Once Cassie's legs hit the bed, she dropped onto it. The nurse held onto her tightly so she wouldn't fall backwards too far.

"Why were you trying to get out of bed without help? You could have really hurt yourself! You'll need another x-ray now…" the nurse whined.

Cassie's heart was pounding, lungs struggling for enough air. But she opened her eyes and said- "I saw Gregory! I needed to talk to him-"

"Gregory? You've never had a Gregory visit you before."

Cassie wanted to scream at her. Instead she shook with barely contained disappointment and rage. "Gregory Miskovsky- he's been missing for over a year! He was right there- i was so close-" Cassie stated, pointing out to the hallway.

Cassie could hear more footsteps running down the hallway, as the nurse gave her a check over. Mom appeared through the windows, and Cassie cried out to her- "Mom! Did you see Gregory?"

Mom didn't answer- she just ran over to Cassie, beside the nurse. She wrapped her arms around Cassie and asked- "what happened? Did someone hurt you? I heard you scream…"

The nurse rolled her eyes. "No, none of that, she just tried to get up without help and nearly fell over."

Mom looked from the nurse, to Cassie, with such disappointment on her face. She didn't say anything. She didn't need to say anything. Cassie slunk down and tried to not look at her for too long. "I'm sorry Mama…"

Mom sighed, and ran a hand through Cassie's hair. "... Don't do that again. Ask for help next time."

Cassie nodded, still shaking. "Did you see Gregory? He was right there. He ran away…"

Mom looked at her with pity in her eyes. "No, starbright. I didn't see Gregory. There's no way he could have gotten into the hospital without being identified."

Cassie couldn't stop herself from bursting into tears.

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Authors note- Smaller chapter than last time, but we're back to Cassie! I don't know about you guys, but the Cassie parts are my favourite- they get dramatic!

I should start labeling where I get the titles from- sorry, I forgot. The title's from Frente's Lavour of Love. I'll go back and edit the rest to have attribution.

I hope I got the description of what it's like to experience spasticity right- I did research, but research is not the same as experiencing it. As always, I'm open to constructive criticism.

[not-alien-girl-v]

Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request a pre-death Kyle Spencer x Gn!reader?

Something along the lines of the reader being forced to go to a party with their friends and being obviously uncomfortable so Kyle comes over to talk to them and hopefully make them more comfortable but they keep blowing him off (in like an anxious way) and he just keeps persisting until they finally get comfortable enough to talk to him. Then something happens between reader’s friends and the rest of Kyle’s frat boys (like an argument or something) which makes reader kinda shut down so Kyle brings them outside and helps them and eventually asks them for their number or something?

I’m sorry that was so all over the place, my brain can’t have a single thought at a single point of time LMAO. Thank you in advanced for even just reading this and a bigger thank you if you decide to try it! <3

warning: language uhh party stuff like drinking or whatever. i don’t know. does anyone actually read these

note: hehe i took my sweet time writing this hehehe. also this sucks

“i didn’t say it wouldn’t be fun, i just said i didn’t want to go,” y/n snaps from the backseat. hazy yellow lights from december-like decorated houses whirr past the window their head rests on and the others occupying the car are getting on her last nerve, quite frankly.

some enjoy living a wild life, or at the very least a life of excitement, and that’s perfectly fine. it’s the way y/n’s friends choose to live their own lives, and as adults, y/n respects that. they just don’t understand why their dumbass friends need to rope y/n into it all.

tonight, the culprit is violette, a young woman not notorious for living a party-filled lifestyle, but quite prone to speaking her own mind, which gets her lots of attention, and in that, invited to crazy parties like the one y/n is currently being dragged to, but it can get her into trouble quite often. too often, in y/n’s opinion, but that’s violette’s problem, not their’s.

“do you ever want to go?” violette drags out their annoyance verbally, and if y/n’s arms were longer, they’d reach up front and smack her, but lucky for violette, she was the one driving, and y/n knew better than to cause a car accident. it would prevent them from going to the party though…

shaking the thought from their troubled head like an etch a sketch, y/n finds the words to clap back. “no! how many times do i have to make that clear! i hate parties!”

violette sighs. “then why did you agree to come over when i said we were getting ready?”

“i thought we were just gonna play dress up…” y/n trails off, trying not to cringe at their own words, something they do too often. sometimes it’s better to just shut up and let them have it.

“what are you, 10?” y/n’s mouth opens to speak but violette won’t allow it. “who cares. anyway, we’re here now. you can stay in the car like a freak or you can come socialize like a normal adult. your choice. but you can’t leave because i’m getting shitfaced tonight.”

the door slams behind violette as she skips off to the party and now y/n sighs, feeling like it’s all they ever do these days. y/n hates parties, but they do love violette, and ditching them alone at a party would be a trashy friend move, right?

right! so with that, y/n gets out of the car, feeling renewed in their sense of meaning at this event. they’re not here to mingle, to get drunk, anything stupid like that, they’re just here to watch their friend. that sounds perfect.

kicking rocks across the paved walkway up to the door, y/n approaches the big wooden slab tastelessly left open, like a big neon sign saying ‘come on in!’

something about that calms their nerves just the tiniest bit, knowing that anyone is welcome here, and with that, they open the door, mentally screaming in relief when no heads turn once they enter, no record scratch or loud gasp.

still, they don’t feel at home, but it’s a good start. they hope they can stay undetected like this forever, just a minor background character in everyone’s narrative.

scanning the room, they find an empty lounge chair in a mostly empty room, a few stragglers leaning against a wall, red solo cup in hand but ultimately talking amongst themselves, making it a perfect place for y/n to sit and look at their phone for a good long while.

but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. unbeknownst to y/n, their mousy entrance did not go completely unnoticed. the moment they stepped foot through the door, they caught the eye of a a young blond man, surrounded by his pack of likewise young men, all identical in breed and morals, at least in y/n’s opinion, who crowded around him in conversation so densely he nearly lost sight of the attractive individual making their way to the living room.

it wasn’t until he broke free from his hoard of young men did he catch sight of them once again, sinking into a chair, his favorite chair, as this was his frat house/residence. he soon decided this will be his talking point.

“great chair, huh?” he sneaks up behind them like a creep and watches them jolt in surprise, turning around slowly like a character in a horror movie about to get murdered, and sends him a nod paired with a tight lipped smile.

expecting them to have actually responded, kyle takes a moment to himself to recollect himself, finding another approach quickly enough before it’s too weird how long he’s been standing behind them, staring at the back of their head.

“so, you come here often?” kyle pressures on them to talk, wondering if their voice is as lovely as they look. he knows it’s a stupid question, as he lives here and he’s never seen them before, but he doesn’t care at all.

“no, first time,” their hands wring together behind their phone, picking at their pop socket and kyle perceives this as just a simple gesture of boredom, which is something kyle can easily fix for them.

taking a leap of faith, he perches himself on the arm of the chair. y/n leans ever so slightly into the other arm, away from him so they can keep a closer eye on him to make sure he’s not up to something, which he seems as if he may be.

“cool, really cool. you drinking anything tonight? anything i can getcha?” once he’s in host mode, y/n relaxes just the slightest in the knowledge that they just need to shoot him down and he’ll leave them alone soon.

“no, i’m driving,” they nod their head in an attempt to convince him they were alright and he could leave now, but he didn’t.

“oh, you’re here with somebody? who are you here with?”

again, their hands go to the pop socket on the back of their phone, popping out, popping in, out, in, rapid fire. their gaze steadies into the other room, onto violette, who’s playing beer pong with a few frat guys who’s names y/n never bothered to learn, not that they needed to know them anyways.

kyle follows their line of vision, landing on violette. “you’re here with little miss crazy? how’s a person like you become friends with a girl like her?”

y/n’s not sure what this guy’s deal is but he just will not leave and do anything else. it’s not that he’s annoying, or that he’s unattractive, because that’s actually far from the truth, but y/n didn’t anticipate meeting someone new tonight, they need at least a week to prepare before having brand new interactions with a stranger like this, it’s just what introverts do.

“i don’t know, she’s just my friend,” not once in this entire conversation does y/n fully meet kyle’s eyes with their own and somehow he doesn’t realize it at all, but he doesn’t need to when a loud commotion begins in the other room.

“get the fuck out of here, you bitch!” a man, one of kyle’s boys, yells at someone who y/n can only assume to be violette, and their suspicions are confirmed when they hear violette screaming back.

“why? because you don’t want your besties to know how rapey you are?” violette’s voice echoes through the entire house and everyone’s attention is unintentionally drawn to the fight slowly accumulating.

“is this not concerning to you?” y/n finally shows genuine interest in speaking to kyle, it’s a shame that it’s paired with a look of worry written on their face. their breathing is picking up rapidly and their body starts to shake.

“this whole thing? it happens twice a week. we don’t call her little miss crazy for nothing, always coming in here, stirring up something big, we just let her, it’s good entertainment,” kyle shamelessly smiles at his own words as he stares at the theatrical argument unfolding, but when he turns back to look at the person who’s name he never caught, they’re gone. one quick slam of the front door informs him where they went.

he bounds through the door, head whipping back and forth until he spots them on the pavement, leaned up against the back of a car, head in their hands. confused, he approaches with care.

“hey, you alright? what happened in there?”

their breathing is still labored and quick, like they’re hyperventilating and kyle doesn’t really know what to do other than take a slow seat beside them, back leaned against the car he hopes is theirs and not some random person’s.

still, he’s not sure on what to do, but he wraps a careful arm around their shoulders, weary not to seem too creepy by this action, and he gently rubs his hand up and down their shoulder.

it takes a few minutes of deafening silence for y/n to calm down and fully recover, but once they do, kyle has no idea what to say, so they realize they will have to break the silence.

“i’m sorry, i just really can’t handle fights like that,” y/n doesn’t move from next to him, in fact, they stay frozen in place in hopes kyle doesn’t want to move, either.

“it’s okay, they aren’t for everyone.”

when neither of them know what to say after, kyle changes the subject. “i’m kyle by the way.”

the moon is out tonight, it’s shining brighter than usual, and y/n can’t remember if it’s a waning or waxing gibbous, or what gibbous even means, but it sure is beautiful.

“so, now’s the part where you tell me your name.”

“oh, right. it’s y/n,” they grin. kyle smiles back.

“it’s nice to meet you, y/n, is this okay?” y/n’s eyes narrow in confusion until they realize he’s referring to his arm, still layed upon their shoulders.

“yeah, it’s fine,” they try their hardest not to stutter their words and sound stupid but it comes out that way, anyway. who cares?

“well, you really need to learn to let loose if you’re gonna be going to parties and all that. maybe i could help you out a little.” kyle stands up, pivoting back to face them and outstretching his hands for them to grab. he hoists them off the concrete.

“oh really?” they sound condescending but they mean it genuinely, what could he have to offer?

“really. one condition though,” one pointed look to them and they can’t help but laugh a little just at his ridiculous aura.

“what’s that?”

“that you give me your number.”

[poisonously-alluring-sev]

Snape One Shot ~ Drunken Stutters

Severus Snape Masterlist

Summary: You’re having a party in the Slytherin common room when you notice Snape about to enter

Pairing: Severus x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing & Drinking

Word Count: 734

Recommended Song: Teenager by My Chemical Romance & Fool by Cavetown

The bass of the loud music being played through the Slytherin common room shook the air in your lungs. Everyone had a drink and was having the time of their lives. Slytherin had just won a Quidditch match after all. You happened to be decent friends with a few players on the team, so naturally, you planned to throw the party for their success in betting on Ravenclaw. Dancing away you couldn't stop laughing with your friends about anything their drunk minds said to the group. After some time, the alcohol had run out and someone was sent to go get some more if they made it out past Snape that was. You had been quietly seeing Snape for the past few weeks and he finally seemed to start to open up and let himself grow soft around you, however, he was still hesitant to tell you about his past. You were currently sitting down on the stairs just watching and listening to everything going on, trying to ignore the number of couples making out around the room. You stood up and threw out your cup since the student you sent out for more drinks had been gone for a good 20 minutes. While doing so you heard some talking and mumbling coming from outside the common room door. Since you were totally wasted you couldn't quite make out what that was saying, but after years of running and breaking the rules at Hogwarts your drunk mind yelled out,

"Snape!" Only half the room seemed to hear you, and honestly, you weren't sure if you even yelled it or just said it slurring your words, but some people moved and ran to their dorms. You were on the way to stop the music, but you only seemed to get a few steps when you felt a large hand on your shoulder. Being drunk you turned around and ordered them to let go, but very quickly you stopped fighting when you saw that it was him.

Snape looked down at you and sighed, knowing that this party was likely your doing and that you were clearly not sober and breaking yet another set of school rules. Feeling his tight grip on your shoulder you didn't dare try and walk away. It also didn't help that you couldn't really feel your legs and your vision was getting quite blurry. As Snape scolded your fellow classmates you started to black out. You fought the need to close your eyes and fall over, and you thought that you were doing an excellent job at it, but within seconds your legs gave out. Severus had to keep you right side up before picking you up in his arms and finishing off his detention given to the others before walking you to the hospital wing in his arms. After dropping you off he spent maybe a few minutes just standing around seeing if you'd walk up. Still, it was obvious that wasn't going to happen until morning, so he left feeling embarrassed after Pomfrey told him that he did seem a little worried about you in your unconscious, drunk state. Not long after the first bit of sunlight came through the large windows in the hospital wing, you walked up feeling like you just had your head beat in by a baseball bat. Sitting up you looked around noticing that no one else was in the room with you, you placed your hand on your head you started mumbling in pain.

"Good lord. How much did I down last night? Fucking hell." Feeling offal, you now had both hands on your face trying to block the light from hitting your sensitive eyes. Groaning aloud you hear someone moving around at the end of the bed. After a little while you uncovered your eyes to see Severus standing there glaring at you and madam Pomfrey a little ways behind him getting some stuff prepared for you. You quickly glare back at him and say,

"What?" With a bit of annoyance in your voice. Severus opened his mouth to say something, but Madam Pomfrey sputtered quickly.

"I truly don't understand how you kids get a hold of alcohol. I can't keep using my stores on hungover teenagers." You thank her for the potion she hands you along with a joke, which only makes her walk away scoffing in annoyance. You shrug your shoulders and go to take the potion before Severus holds out a glass of water for you. Gently you take it out of his hand and take a few sips before saying to him,

"So, how many detentions am I going to get for this?" He placed his hands in his pockets while responding to your question.

"I'd say at least tonight and tomorrow if you manage to stay out of trouble." You quickly down the potion and immediately take a drink of the water. Once you get the taste out of your mouth you mumble quietly so Madam Pomfrey can't hear you.

"And how well do you think it'll go this time? Because I hate to break it to you, but last time you seemed to have distracted me from cleaning." You give him a sly look before he huffs and says,

"This time you will spend your detention without any distractions. Just don't be late." He stood there for a good few seconds like he wanted to say or do something else before leaving, but remembered that you were both in public. And with that, he walked out of the hospital wing leaving you on the bed still waiting for the potion to take effect.

Sorry, this is so short. I had written about half of this a long time ago with good intentions, but I never actually did anything with it so I just made a quick ending for it.

If you like my Snape collection please leave a note or a comment, it means a lot to me to see people enjoying my writing.

[missmeasured]

SOTS Ch 28 Hallows Even-ing

My Darlings,

I'm not sure if it's the encroaching Autumn or the return to school or what but my fic numbers have been going crazy. 20,000k on Ao3 and 8.5k on Wattpad. I never expected this kind of attention. Thanks anyone who has been reading! I'm not crying... Okay maybe I am a little.

Read the latest Chapter on Ao3 or Wattpad. Let's put a little preview here below the cut shall we? Let's shall.

Marking tests outside on an unseasonably warm Halloween afternoon, I am trying to get a tiny scrap of sun on my skin before the winter rolls in. I’ve got my outer robe shrugged off, sleeves rolled up, and I am pulling scrolls out of my enchanted extendable bag and marking them over my knee one by one. This sunshine is likely going to be my only treat today as all celebrations are currently off limits here. Sure there will be a feast tonight, but nothing more. The students will take candy from the tables and go safely back to their common rooms.

I almost jump out of my skin because I hadn’t heard anyone approach when someone strokes my sun soaked hair from behind me. “Do you require an office? It is in my ability to assign you one.” Severus asks, his fingers passing over the strands turned hot from the direct sunshine. He walks around in front of my bench, he always gets a smug little look on his face when he successfully startles me.

I offer a stare of annoyance at his sneaking. “Just needed some fresh air and it’s such a nice sunny day.” I look around, putting the students' test and my quill down for a moment.

“Beautiful.”

“It is.” I agree, taking a deep breath of the air.

“I meant you, in the sunshine. But the day is pleasant as well.”

“Are you flirting with me, Headmaster? I’m not sure it’s entirely appropriate.” I tease.

“We never have been appropriate, it’s a little late to start now.”

“Do you need me?” I asked.

“Desperately as always, but no, I was just taking a walk to clear my head. I didn’t realise how much I had missed seeing your hair in the sun.” He sighed. “I would love to go lay out on a blanket with you today in my garden, but I’m sure going there would bring me nothing but discomfort at seeing how badly I’ve neglected it.” He thinks out loud and paces the courtyard. “Plus the guilt of enjoying myself when I know I will be forcing all the students back to their houses with no Halloween dance or celebration…”

“You have been otherwise occupied. There is no reason to add that garden to the list of things to berate yourself over. In addition, you are sending the students to bed with no party to keep them away from the Carrows. They are better off in their houses. I arranged the baskets of candy to appear in each house after dinner like you said. Everyone will have fun and they will be safe in their dormitories.”

“What would I do without you? There are no classroom windows that face this direction. I am very tempted to kiss you.” He makes no move to do so, though. Our obligations swirl around in the breeze.

“Would it perhaps be better to choose a time this evening when I might come upstairs?” I ask, favouring well behaved secrecy rather than spontaneous kissing in the open.

“I know that is what we ought to do, but I have grown weary of sneaking. I just want a kiss. I don't want to make an appointment for it.” He grumbles.

“Perhaps there should be a standing hour everyday where I assist you? I could take some things off your plate, and maybe you could occasionally give me a little kiss when you feel it necessary.”

“I would want to squander that hour every single day. I would scoop you up and take you to my bed and have a nap. I would close my eyes and bury my face in you. I would squeeze you until you turn into a diamond. I want you to lay on top of me and have the weight of you push my worries away for a few blissful moments.”

“You say all these things like it would be a bad thing. I’m not so sure it would be a bad use of my time or yours. I would be happy to help you relax for an hour a day. Be it with naps or neck massages or help with paperwork or whatever you need. Look at you, you need some time to relax.”

“I need you. More of you. Near me.”

“Choose your hour headmaster and I will block it off.”

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Awe and that's the end of the cute bit for a little while, then there's action, then there's more ;) Keep reading on Ao3 or Wattpad

[clubsmarties]

( HUMOR ) ( RAGE )   ( MEMENTO )  ( INSPIRATION  ) 

lena

send me  ( rage )   for my muse to talk about how anger affected them throughout their childhood.

"For the record I am not proud of this and have long since tried to be better. I am the one remembers my mom the most. My brothers were very little when she left so most of my life I carried that with me. As the oldest, there are burdens you carry even if you really try not to. It is not easy being the oldest and the first born girl. Anyway, slumber parties with my camp always put me in odd emotional turmoil. Everywhere I went and looked, kids with their mothers enjoying their time, sometimes I'd see some being mean or assholes to their moms and that put such a fire in me that I couldn't really control. I felt like my classmates having their mothers was like they were rubbing it in my face. Jealousy turned to anger and that carried me through to my teen years."

send me  ( humor )  for my muse to tell a joke they remember from their childhood.

"Oh, I don't know if I can say that joke out loud."

send me  ( memento )  for my muse to talk about an item they still carry with them from childhood.

"I have a Sangrada Corazón necklace my dad gave my mamí when I was born. My family is not religious in any shape or form but my dad was really into symbolism and when he married my mami, he wanted to incorporate her Mexican Heritage into their lives. When she died, my dad gave it to me and I have been wearing it ever since. It has many meanings but for us it stands for universal, undying, eternal love. My dad was so in love with my mami that the love didn't die out when she did. It serves as a reminder to me and my brothers that when its real and you feel that type of love, death doesn't burn it out."

send me  ( inspiration  )   for my muse to talk about someone they knew as a child who inspired them to be who they are, currently.

"My sister in law's mom was someone I met at the age of seven, a few years after my mom died so for me to see such a strong woman who built a career and a life through hardships was inspiring to me. She was a woman with a no nonsense personality. I still remember the first thing she did when I came out. She hung up a pride flag outside her window when she knew most of her neighbors would shit talk her. She had no obligation to do that for me. Someone who her daughter was friends with. That meant the world to me as a teen. It shaped the way I learned not to care what people thought of me or my life choices."

[alltoolewis]

You pick Ben up from his night out with the boys at the club and he is a little tipsy and you pick up some Mc Donalds on the way home and he keeps thanking you for being the best girlfriend ever and promising you he will marry you one day xx

My Everything- Ben Chilwell ✨

Thank you so much for requesting more of this cutie!!! I've missed writing for him so much & feel like he's currently been forgotten about... so I'm here to keep the love alive 😝 (Anybody else seen the video of him singing Katy Perry at a pool party recently... I had very mixed emotions 🤨Still got to love him tho!)

Not proofread (sorry it's short)

Requests are open!

"Here she is!" Ben slurred, climbing into the passenger seat as he leans over to plant a drunken kiss on your cheek "How's my princess doing?" Although you knew his words were intoxicated your cheeks couldn't help but blush at his cute nicknames... even drunk Ben knew how to get you worked up!

"Clearly not as good as you" You giggled, giving his pouted lips one last peck before you switched on the engine of his car "Did you have fun?... the boys didn't leave you again did they?" It was normal for him to be left on his own on nights out, due to him being the only single one of his friends but obviously they would make sure he was safe before they disappeared to be with whoever they want.

"Nahhhh, Harvey stayed with me most of the night..." He sighed putting his hand on your thigh tight "But then he said he found a chicken to go home with, so he left me outside for you!" Trying to hold in your laugh, you smiled "He took a chicken home? Do you mean a chick...?"

"Yeah but chicks are baby chickens..." He looked at you confused like he didn't even believe his own words "But now I'm saying it out loud that's a little weird isn't it?"

"Just a little honey..." You giggled. Just as you were about to turn into the main road a bright yellow sign caught his eyes, causing him to yell out it excitement "I'M LOVIN IT!"

"What the hell Benji?!" You gasped, hands clutching the wheel tighter in shock "You scared the hell out of me!" You couldn't stay mad for long as he looked at you with a puppy dog eyes and pouted lips. "Can we please go Maccies baby?"

"It's 1am Ben..."

"But I'm hungry & I haven't ate since training & there wasn't any food at the club & I really want some nuggets & I-"

"Okay.. okay.. okay.." You sighed, turning the roundabout to join the drive-thru "But promise me that as soon as we get in, you'll get straight to bed... I don't think I can manage another Benji mad hour!" You almost winced at the sound of your tone, sounding more like his mum every day! But you've had enough drunken Ben nights to know how he gets when the night goes on... there's no such thing as sleep as he clumsily walks around the house, knocking everything over as he tries to be as close to you as possible! "I love you... I love you... I love you..." Ben gushes, kissing your cheek repeatedly as you tried to speak to the woman over the monitor "Please Benji.. one second bubs!"

As soon as the food was passed through the window, that was it... it was gone! The car instantly filled with the familiar smell of greasy burgers and salty fries as he scoffs down his meal "Have I told you how much I love you recently?" He mumbled, mouth full of food. "You've mentioned it once or twice.." You blushed, holding his hand tighter as he places a fry in your mouth.

"Well I will tell you again. I love you very very very very much... like more than anything in the world."

"Even football?" You smirked. If there was one thing you learnt from dating a footballer, is that its not only a job but also a passion! "I love you well more than football!" Ben gushed "You are everything I need, the greatest girlfriend in the world... I could never play a game a football again & I'll still be happy because I have you by my side... My everything!"

Although you knew he was drunk, you also knew that he meant every word, hence why tears immediately flooded your eyes. Just as you thought he'd gone silent after his little love rant, you only just pulled into your driveway when he spoke again "I'm going to marry you one day y'know!" He said so casually, a blush once again creeping on your cheeks as you tried your best to hide "Ben stop it!"

"Why?" He looked at you confused, trying to undo your fingers "I am! & your going to look beautiful in a white gown & I'm probably going to cry & your going to look like a princess... my princess... but you already are my princess so you'll be my queen!"

Turning to look at him, you peck his lips, wiping away a little a bit of pickle that was left on his chin "You are going to be the death of me, my crazy boy!"

"I think you mean your crazy king!"

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His Favourite Gal | Part 1

Mob!Bucky x Shy!Reader

Summary: You begin working as a waitress at Bucky Barnes’ favourite club in town. Little do you realise that working on mob territory owned by the infamous King of New York, Bucky Barnes, comes with its quirks and you’re slowly pulled into the mobster life.

Warnings: Fluff, some mentions of drunk people, mentions of crimes (though nothing happens, it’s just mentioned).

Word count: Approx 3700

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A/N: Hi loves!! This is a remaster of my own original fan fiction that I’ve decided to take from my old blog and (hopefully) improve. I’ve been slowly remastering fics that I am particularly attached to and I worked quite a lot to get this one overhauled and rewritten!! There’s actually very little of the original writing left, it was interesting to see how different my style is now compared to three years ago! This was also my first ever series I’d ever written on my old blog, so aside from the fact that I love the story, it’s special to me in that regard. Enjoy! 💕

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It was raining when you finally finished your shift three hours later than when you were supposed to be off for the night. It was tiring working for the dingy old bar, it looked just as sad on the outside as it did on the inside, the old brick discoloured, old panelling slowly peeling off the sides of the building. It was a wreck and so was your boss too. He couldn’t have cared less if you worked yourself down to the bone, as long as he had staff doing a job, he didn’t care.

“I’m expecting you tomorrow, we’re opening early.” He had told you on your way out and it took everything in your willpower not to groan and roll your eyes and tell him so eloquently to fuck off. It was almost a relief when you heard the heavy metal door slam behind you as you stepped out of the back entrance. The air was just as bad. It was thick with smog and cigarette smoke and something pungent, an overflowing bin or perhaps an unfortunate street animal, you thought.

You were glad when it began to rain harder. At least it seemed to make most of the drunkards along the main strip try to find shelter instead of bothering you on your walk home.

Pulling your jacket hood up, you stepped down from the doorway and made your way out of the alleyway and onto the back street. It was never good to walk home alone, especially at night and especially in the part of New York you lived and worked in. It was on the edge of mobster territory and while Bucky Barnes, the King of New York owned it, it didn’t mean it was safe at all. It was quite the opposite, the district was prone to all levels of crime, from pickpocketing all the way up to armed robberies, arson and shootings.

But, you realised as you walked up the street, spotting a group of drunk men up ahead, drink men with rifles too, that never ended well, that perhaps mobster territory might not be a bad idea, especially when there were people working for Barnes along the entire street and they were known to keep the peace.

You heard the casino before you saw it, but as you rounded the corner you saw the lights, the late night rain distorting some of the huge party lights that lit up the sky above the building. Stark’s was not the most prestigious club in town, but it was the most respected and most feared. And funnily enough, for a place called Stark’s, the billionaire did not own his own named club. As far as you remembered, you’d seen it in the papers a few years ago that Barnes had won it off Stark in a game  of poker. You’d never know if that was really true, but it definitely seemed plausible.

As you passed the casino, you glanced over towards the dark tinted windows, watching as people came and went, mostly men in suits. But you noticed a sign from across the road that was taped onto one of the windows, huge bold letters making you stop in your tracks for a moment.

Waiting staff needed. And you stared at it for a moment, contemplating. You… A bar waitress, surely it was not wise for you to sign up to work in mobster territory. That would definitely land you in more dangerous places than you were already in.

But the longer you stood there and thought about it, you began to wonder if it was actually a good idea. You could at least try, what did you have to lose? And before you could even come to a full decision, it was as it was made for you, because a group of rowdy men walked towards you and you immediately took the decision to cross the road, putting you right in front of the casino.

How bad could it be? The worst that could happen was that you just had to return back around the corner to your miserable little bar job. So, with a sigh, you grabbed the flyer and walked towards the entrance.

The bouncer was huge and intimidating. Of course, you had expected as much with the club having the notoriety that it did. It wasn’t long before you were allowed to enter, the bouncer telling you, “speak to Natasha at the bar”, and as you headed through into the casino, you assumed the absolutely stunning woman behind the bar right ahead of you was Natasha.

The club was bustling with people, though it was not as stuffy and loud on the inside as you had expected it to be. There was a clear divide between people dining and drinking at tables around the bar and the casino side of the club which appeared to be behind a velvet rope and deep burgundy red curtains at either side of the bar. It was far more high end than you had expected, seeing as the outside of Stark’s resembled a kind of fancy nightclub, but you supposed the King of New York did happen to own it.

“Are you here about the job?” The woman at the bar asked as you approached her. You wondered if it was your very casual clothing in such a formal setting that gave you away or the flyer in your hand. Either way, you suddenly felt very intimidated and very underprepared. Perhaps this had been a bad idea. You were a girl dressed in the dregs of your wardrobe while trying to get a job in the most respected club in the entire city. Not likely.

“I saw the advertisement outside, I hope that’s alright.” You said as you lifted the flyer in your hand and she held out her hand to take it from you. “Are you sure? We haven’t had many applicants because of certain activities.” She told you, but you knew what she meant, it was obvious. This part of town, even outside of mobster territory was swimming in crime. “I’ve got nothing to lose.” You replied. And it was true, you did have nothing to lose. No family, no responsibilities outside of your current job, which this would replace, no children, no pets, no side hustles. Nothing. And that probably made you a good candidate.

The woman smiled at you, her lips curving up into a smirk as she took a moment to look you over before she extended her hand across the counter. “Natasha.” She introduced herself, smiling as you shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.” You mirrored her smile and gave her your name before she let go of you. “Let me just get someone on the bar and we’ll talk.” She told you.

And moments later, you were following Natasha through the casino, passing by all of the business men, mafia family members and rich men and women who were chancing it at gambling games. Suffice to say, you felt even more out of place than you had done just moments beforehand.

“Where do you work right now?” Natasha asked as she let you pass her into an office near the back of the building. “I work in an old bar just around the corner called The Rabid Dog.” It was not a pleasant name, it always made you cringe whenever you had to tell people where you worked and you didn’t fail to notice the way that Natasha seemed amused by the name of the bar too.

“So you’ve done bar work? What about waitressing?” She asked as she gestured for you to sit down on one of the chairs in front of the desk. Natasha didn’t sit behind the desk, instead she just dropped down into the chair next to yours and rested one leg over the other as if she was having a casual conversation with a friend. “My bar serves food, so I do it on a regular basis and I also used to work in a restaurant a few years ago.” You explained, but before either of you could say anything else, the door swung open and you nearly fell out of your chair.

“Who’s this?” Bucky Barnes, the King of New York himself asked as he walked through the doorway. What had you walked into? You knew he owned the club, but you’d never expected to actually meet Barnes. “This is our new waitress.” Natasha said proudly as she stood. You knew better than to interrupt, but you gathered that someone must have noticed the look of confusion on your face because just as a second man entered the room, he said, “Does our new waitress know she’s the new waitress?” The second man asked. He was blonde, just as tall and muscular as Barnes, though he looked at you with less of a poker face and more of an amused smirk.

“Really? You just hired her like that?” Mr Barnes asked as he approached you. “I like her.” Natasha countered, both men giving her pointed looks, though Mr Barnes raised his brows and nodded before turning back towards you. “She likes you.” He repeated what Natasha had said. You couldn’t help but send Natasha a questioning glance. She had just met you minutes ago and she’d already analysed you enough to know that she liked you and you wondered if Natasha was much more than just a bar girl.

“Have you done waitressing before?” Barnes asked. “I just asked her that.” Natasha huffed. “Yes sir, waitressing and bar work.” You responded. “And do you have any family?” He asked next. “No sir, none at all.” You replied. “And you know this isn’t the type of job cut out for ordinary people, right? This club sees a lot of things.” Mr Barnes went on. “I do, sir.” You nodded.

“Buck, maybe we should consider-.” But Mr Barnes casually held up his hand to silence his friend. “You’re hired.” He announced, the entire room falling silent and all you could do was stare at Barnes for a moment, stunned that he had just hired you right there on the spot. “I am?” It came out a little more hushed than you had intended, Bucky nodding as he smirked at you. “Whatever your pay is at your old job, I’ll pay at least double, more if it’s not enough. Natasha will contact your old boss and get you ready for your first day.” And with that, Bucky Barnes and his friend left the room and Natasha looked over at you, watching as the astonishment slowly dissipated.

“I’ll let you know when you start work.” Natasha broke the silence and you glanced over at her. “Just like that?” You asked, still surprised. “Just like that.” She responded. “Don’t worry, Barnes wouldn’t keep me around if I wasn’t a good judge of character.” She winked at you and you wondered again if she was something more than just a bar girl.

The job, you realised after your first couple of days working at the club, was far more interesting and a lot more rewarding than your previous job at the old bar. The club was a scene for all kinds of happenings and while nothing nefarious really went on, especially under Bucky Barnes’ nose, you did overhear an awful lot of conversation.

You learned as well in those first few days, that while this was not where Mr Barnes resided, he used the club as a place to carry out some of his business meetings and discussions as well as a place to relax.

Barely a week into your new job, you were getting ready for your shift in the little back room. Lockers lined the walls with a mirror at the side of the door and comfortable benches in the middle of the room. Dressed in a simple, but pretty black dress, you tied the strings of your little demi apron at the back, though you paused, a little startled when the door was abruptly pushed open and Natasha stepped in.

“Barnes needs you.” Nat announced with urgency and you frowned at her. “He does?” You asked. “He needs someone to waitress him and the family tonight, he’s asking for you.” She informed you. “I thought-.” “Yes, I know normally we have security taking orders to the waitresses, but he’s personally asking for you to waitress them tonight.” Nat told you and you paused with a slight air of confusion about you. “Alright, I’ll waitress Mr Barnes then.” You nodded, quickly fumbling with the ties of your apron before you shoved your jacket a bit more firmly into the back of the locker and shut it properly, letting Natasha walk you through the club towards the private dining space they were occupying.

Nat rushed you into the room and closed the door behind you, leaving you to stand rather flustered in front of a cosy looking dining room with a round table in the middle. Bucky was sat at the furthest end of the room, his chair seeming to have a higher back than all of the others. At his left was Steve, who you’d been properly introduced to on your first day at work and on his right was Sam Wilson, who you understood was a very close friend of his.

“Sugar, you made it.” Bucky enthusiastically greeted you as you approached the table. You hoped that you didn’t appear too flustered and intimidated, but you were aware that there was only so much you could play off with smiles when you knew your eyes might give you away. “Good evening Mr Barnes, gentleman.” You nodded, finally taking a step into the room and approaching the table, receiving polite hellos and smiles from all of them. “Are you looking after us tonight?” Steve asked, sitting forward in his seat and casually leaning his elbows on the table. “I am, Mr Rogers.” You nodded, lifting your notepad and pen as if it were proof. “Allow me to introduce you to everyone.” Bucky waved you over to him and you took a few steps towards him as he went around the table naming everyone. It was quite easy to distinguish that the people sitting closest to Bucky were of more importance to him as he listed Clint and Scott, who seemed to be his security and Pietro who appeared at first glance to be a mentee as well as the rest of the group.

“C’mere sweetheart.” Bucky motioned you to come and stand next to him once they were all done ordering food and drink. You stood where he’d pointed to and he turned in his seat to face you. You felt your cheeks warm intensely as Bucky smiled up at you, his eyes so soft and sweet and you questioned for a moment how exactly this man was the King of New York. He was incredibly sweet looking and for a moment you found yourself melting on the spot. “Is that everything, Mr Barnes?” You asked. “Not quite, sugar. Add whatever you’re having to the list, it’s on me.” He grinned at you. “I – uh, sorry?” You asked, a little confused. “Are you sure, Mr Barnes?” You hesitantly met his eyes though you immediately broke eye contact. “Absolutely, please eat with us, doll.” Bucky’s voice went soft as he tilted his head back a little to see you better, his lips pouting ever so slightly. “As you wish, Mr Barnes. Thank you.” You smiled at him, speaking softly before jotting your meal on the notepad and rushing out of the room.

You nearly bumped into Natasha as you made your way towards the kitchen. “He wants me to eat with them.” You blurted out before even making your presence known. “He what?” Nat frowned. “Mr Barnes wants me to order my food and drink and eat with them.” You repeated, more calmly this time. “Really?” She looked at you wide eyed. “Does he not do that with other waitresses?” You questioned, ripping the order out of the notepad and handing it to the kitchen staff. “No, he’s never done that before, never requested it either.” Nat shook her head. “Are you sure?” You surely couldn’t be the only one he’s ever asked. “I’ve worked here every night for three years and not once has he ever requested that.” Nat said with a single raised brow. It was definitely unusual. “I’ll get someone to call for you when the food’s ready. Let me get their drinks together.” She told you, waving you away before she went to look at the order you’d brought in.

You waltzed into the private dining room with a large round tray balanced expertly on one hand. The glasses on top gently clinked together as you walked. Handing out their orders, you took your drink last. You noticed quickly that all the men around the table had shifted and there was now an empty seat next to Bucky. “Come and sit with me, doll.” He patted the empty chair. Steve hopped up to pull it out for you and you obliged, gently sitting yourself down in the chair and turning slightly to face him. You didn’t want to assume you could speak unless spoken to, so you politely kept quiet while Bucky noticeably studied your face. “Tell us about yourself, sweetheart.” He smiled, sitting back in his chair as he picked up his drink and took a sip.

“I’ve been around and lived in a few different places. My parents passed several years ago and it’s just been me ever since, so I moved back to Brooklyn.” You did appreciate the soft look on Bucky’s face as he listened to what you said, almost like he felt sorry for you. Before you could continue though, Bucky rested his hand over yours and squeezed gently. “I’m sorry about your parents, truly I am.” He spoke just above a whisper. “Thank you, Mr Barnes.” You gave him a tight lipped smile. “Call me Bucky. We’re with family, which means we’re all on a first name basis, alright?” Bucky gripped your hand gently. “Alright, Bucky.” You nodded, mirroring his smile.

You told him more about yourself and for a moment, Bucky seemed anything but a mobster. He asked you about the books you liked to read and talked to you about the subjects that seemed to make your eyes light up and your smile a little wider. As the evening drew on, you became comfortable enough to share a few timid little jokes, which elicited chuckles and laughs from even some of the most scary looking men around the table. One of them, Drax, who was terrifyingly huge and angry looking, clapped his hand over his chest and roared with laughter the first time you told a joke, which completely took you by surprise. What surprised you more was how easy it was to make Bucky laugh and how down to earth and sweet he was.

By the time everyone had eaten and spent some time drinking and chatting and enjoying themselves, you had warmed up to all of them, especially Steve, Sam and Bucky. All of them though, were soft and charming on the inside, showing you a side to them you were unsure anyone else in the club was ever going to see. They were intimidating on the outside, exuding a terrifying confidence, but on the inside they were all sweet and gentle and caring and it absolutely melted you.

And after you had said goodbye to all of them and made your way back to the locker room, Clint, one of Bucky’s closer family members, followed you in. “Barnes wants me and Scott to make sure you get home safe.” He told you. “He’s requesting we give you a lift back in his SUV.” Clint added, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his middle. It definitely seemed unusual, especially to be personally driven home. As far as you were aware, not even Natasha, who seemed very close to the family was ever given a lift home. But then again, judging by her reaction to Bucky wanting you to dine with them earlier, you supposed this was all rather new for them, just as much as it was for you. “Alright.” You nodded as you opened your locker, pulling off your apron and putting it away before you took out your jacket and bag, quickly getting them both on before letting Clint escort your towards the back exit.

“Hey doll, hope you don’t mind the spontaneous ride home.” Bucky grinned, far too pleased with himself that he was having his men not only drive him, Steve and Sam home, but also you. Of course it meant he had a longer way home, but Bucky didn’t care. Seeing you all off to your houses was important to him and why seeing you off specifically was important, Bucky was starting to wonder why.

After sliding into the SUV and getting comfortable on the soft, plush seats, you were driven home with gentle, quiet chatter between Bucky and Sam, Steve joining in occasionally until you arrived at your apartment building.

“See you the day after tomorrow, sugar.” Bucky smiled, leaning towards the open door to speak to you as you got out of the car. “Thanks for the ride home.” You waved at all of the men in the car, Scott getting out to escort you up to the front door of the building, the car waiting until they had seen you safely into the building and the door shut behind you.

Sitting down in your bedroom, safely back in your apartment you laid down in the soft blankets, replaying the evening in your head, realising you were smiling to yourself when you remembered that Nat had said no one had ever been asked to dine with Bucky and his family before. It brought warmth to your cheeks as you settled in for the night, looking forward to your next shift at Stark’s.

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[leetotters]

could you do a peter parker x reader where she can control her hair? and it can be any length she wants but prefers the length mid thigh and its and its unbreakable? so like fury asks if anyone in the team knows anyone they could recruit and he suggests her and all the avengers go meet her at a tailors shop she owns while she's cleaning and she shows her powers? please and if you do it, thank you

note: i hope you meant the powers to be reader's hair bc that's what i used it as lmao. also i used the gif because this is kinda how rocket got smacked with your hair. thank you for requesting<3

warnings: kissing, curse words

peter parker x reader

summary: something like request^

The swooshing of the broom and the melody of a random song played through the speakers of your tailor shop while you swept the floor. The small lengths of wool and silk thread tangling on the broom bristles as you scooped it up. The racks and unwanted pieces of cloth laid on the marble floor making you let out a sigh of exhaustion.

A knock on your glass showcase window made you jump. The movement making your hair disentangle from the neat twist plait. You lowly cursed as your hair touched the floor, the belly laugh behind the window noted you that your bestfriend was the person responsible for your little mishap.

"Couldn't you ring the bell like a normal person!" You annoyingly exclaimed, closing your eyes and controlling your hair to stop at mid-thigh length. Your preferred length. You picked your broom up and teasingly shook your head when Peter told you open the door. "I think I'm gonna leave you outside tonight, just for scarring the life out of me and my hair."

You resumed your previous activity, counting the numbers in your head until you heard the lock on your ceiling window open. The sound of Peter's displeased voice and childish complains filling your storage room.

"Can't keep me outside Y/L/N, I'll always find a way." He proudly dusted his shirt, taking the scoop from your hand while you grabbed the racks and placed them in your extra closet.

"Thanks to your super spidey powers." You teased, thanking him when he returned the dustpan. "Anyway, why are you here?" You inquired, curious why your best friend decided to stop by your little, tailor shop.

"Well I- wait," Peter scrunched his brows. "Can I not drop by to visit my bestfriend?" He sassed, hand on his hip giving you a quizzing look.

"Oh please Peter, you only stop by when you need something." You remarked, returning a pointed stare before you began to reorganize the formal wear you were currently adapting. "And that something is usually to stitch those huge ass holes in your spidey suit."

Peter didn't respond immediately, because you were right. He did stop by your shop for you to mend his suit. Because one, he loved your company. And two, you were the only person who knew his secret other than the avengers, Ned and MJ.

"Fine! fine!," He huffed. Not so discreetly looking over his shoulder as if he was giving someone a signal. "You're right-"

"I always am Parker." You boasted, using the ends of your hair to move the sewing machine and pins to there rightful place.

"Yeah- okay, but I really came to tell you life changing news!" Peter amazed, a gasp leaving his lips when he saw the movement of your hair. It never ceased to amaze him how your hair was basically magical. Being able to move stuff with your command, grow at whatever length you wanted, heal others and even be unbreakable. Epic, really.

"And what is this so great news-"

The words didn't leave your lips properly as your tailor shop entry door was suddenly yanked open. Your door handle and lock was surely broken, at the loud eerie sound of a metal crunching noise.

"Get out of my way Tony!" Stephen scowled.

"Shut it wizard dude, I'm the leader here not you." Tony rolled his eyes, removing the pair of expensive shades from his face.

"Since when? Fury sent all of us Tony." Rhodey said, dusting his shoulder.

"I wonder how much she makes in this shop, not much I bet." Steve scrunched his face, eyeing your little shop.

"Did we really have to bring Groot?" Clint groaned, flicking baby Groot off of his shoulder when he tried to grab one of his arrows.

"He's a baby, Clint. We can't leave him at the compound alone." Gamora remarked, tickling Groot's tree stomach as she picked him up.

"Okay if she does joins us, we will have to ask her to design new clothing! Look at this!." Wanda marveled, showing off the mid thigh silk dress.

"I should get this for the recruiting party Tony is planning for her." Natasha thought out loud.

"What the fuck!" You yelled, glaring at the talkative avengers standing before you. Looking mighty and high as always. "I just fixed that lock dude!" You whined, sighing gallingly when you saw the chunk of metal by Thor's feet. "You're repairing my lock, hammer man."

"Ah yes, I will have the Man of Iron restore your brittle lock Lady.."

"Y/N."

"Lady Y/N." Thor smiled.

Peter let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his ear and looking at you sheepishly. "Surprise?"

"Surprise my ass Parker! Why are the avengers in my tailor shop and why is this raccoon trying to cut my hair?!" You moved your hair with your mind, smacking the animal avenger with your y/h/c locks.

"Woah, did she just-" Bucky froze, mouth agape.

"Control her hair to hit Rocket, yeah." Peter Quill laughed at his co guardian misfortune.

"Okay her hair is very much un- unbreakable," Rocket coughed out, holding his stomach. "And strong."

"I am Groot." ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈᵃˢˢ

"You can not say that word Groot, but I do agree with you." Gamora smirked, finger bumping the cute tree.

You were mad, really fuming. You spent two hours cleaning and by the looks of it you'll have to do it a second time. So yeah, you wanted an explanation.

"Okay don't get upset." Peter spoke calmly. Holding his hand out and gesturing towards the superheroes infront of you, who had the same impressed expression on their fanciable faces.

"This is the life changing thing I was talking about," He paused with a smile. "You're joining the Avengers!"

"What?" You were officially bamboozled, with everything. One minute you were simply tidying your shop and next, half of the avengers are occupying your shop. Quarreling and interfering with your stuff.

And not to ignore the fact that your best friend just blurted out four questionable words to you.

"You're going to be an Avenger, Rapunzel." Tony repeated, strutting to you with short steps. "If you want to of course, sidey here told us your hair power thingy and though I was a little iffy about it at the beginning, it looks like your power is truly powerful." Tony patted your shoulder. Looking over at Rocket, who was being assisted by Drax.

"As much as I would like to say it's an honor to be in your presence," You said. Controlling your hair to grow back at mid-thigh. "Why?" You faced Peter, inquiring him with the plain word.

Peter shrugged, giving you a bashful look. "Fury asked if we knew anyone who could be recruited, and without thought I suggested you." He sighed, feeling completely awful for the situation he put you in.

"And I know, I should've asked you first but I know how much you adore helping others and the money here isn't enough for your college tuition Y/N." Peter ignored the awkward silence in the room that was loud seconds ago before continuing. "I thought this would be a way to assist you."

You physically softened at his words. He was too kind and caring for his own good. You could never be upset with this idiot boy.

"I'm sorry-"

Peter didn't finish. His apology was muffled by your lips pressed deeply to his frowny pink ones. He was slighty awestruck, the feeling of your lips were breathtaking. He swore he could kiss you forever. His hands found your waist pulling you in closer, even including a little tongue movement inside your mouth.

As if reality kicked in, a teasing 'ohhh' sound came from a few avengers. Causing you to shyly pull away from Peter, who loudly groaned at the lost contact of your plump lips.

"Looks like Spidey is getting a little too handsy." Sam quipped, chuckling when Peter told him to shut it and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"So is this a yes?" Peter hopefully asked.

You feigned ponder. "Yes."

Peter pecked your lips, mumbling a short 'yay' attempting to deepen the kiss.

"That's enough smooching spiderling." Steve uttered, obviously not enjoying the PDA.

A beeping sound came from Tony's watch altering the team about an upcoming mission.

"Looks like we gotta go," Tony spoke with a serious voice before turning to you. "Glad to have you on the team Rapunzel."

"It's Y/N." You corrected.

"Okay, I'll send some people by tomorrow to pick up your stuff. See ya soon, Rapunzel." Tony winked, exiting your tailor shop.

"He's not gonna give that up." Peter laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I oddly don't mind." You responded, waving bye to the others. "Thank you Pete."

Peter grinned. "I didn't quite hear that, say it a little louder baby."

"Thank you mister Parker." You kissed his lips, playfully rolling your eyes. But you weren't that distracted to miss Thor stealthily trying to leave your shop.

"Hey hammer God! Don't forget to fix my lock."

"I will have Stark right on it Lady Rapunzel!"

[dawl-and-dapple]

rating: general word count: 1443

Essek and Jester being sweet, based on the non-sexual intimacy prompt 'escorting the other to a doctor/ therapist appointment' given by @mllekurtz

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Can you drive me to the dentist next week pretty please?

It’s been almost a year since Essek had first been asked to give one of his friends a lift. The requests had slowed somewhat since Caleb finally got himself his own car two months ago, but he is not yet necessarily free from this particular duty. Now he receives a text asking to be driven out of town most often when Caleb is occupied with work, sick, or inebriated.

These texts used to make him wince. After some time they made him smile. These days, they tend to catch him a little off-guard.

Is Caleb not available? he responds.

No, Jester texts back, he’s got an appointment too. Are you gonna be busy?

No, I will be available. I’ll drive you.

Thank you!! I’ll meet you outside the school like usual!! Love you so much!!!!

Essek puts away his phone. He remembers where Jester’s dentist is from the last time she had him drive there. There’s a nice café two blocks away where he could wait out her appointment, reading and enjoying a cup of tea, before driving her home again. He puts his mind to picking out which book to bring.

Five days later, when Essek arrives in the small car park across from the art college, he’s twenty minutes early. He occupies himself by methodically checking his emails, texts, then social media.

Caleb has sent him a photo of Frumpkin playing with his television’s cables. Essek asks if he’s forgotten about his therapy appointment. Caleb responds with a photo taken through a windscreen of a city road, blocked with traffic as far as the eye can see, and a text reading, I wish I had.

Someone knocks on Essek’s window.

“Hey!” Jester’s nose presses up against the glass. “You got here early,” she says, muffled. “You should have let me know.”

“I am not going to encourage you to leave class early, Jester.” He opens the passenger door.

“Boo.” Jester flops into the seat and begins buckling herself in as Essek starts the engine. “We could have hung out a little! We’ve all been so busy since the summer and I miss you, you know. I wanna know how you’ve been! Do you wanna talk about work? Probably not. How about, um, how’s the new flat? I heard Caduceus helped you settle in.”

“I have been well,” Essek says as he pulls out of the car park. “You remember that miniature flower bed you helped me build on my windowsill? I have been growing a little basil plant there.”

“Oh! Have you used the leaves to make anything?”

Essek winces. Of the scant few recipes he could reliably prepare, most are from his home. He’d failed to find a Xhorhasian supermarket in the area after moving and had taken it as a strong sign to try working with what he’d been given. But his lack of experience cooking anything at all made adapting that much harder.

“The cooking part...I am working on that. I will be asking for Caduceus’ guidance again.”

“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it,” Jester says airily while digging through the small collection of audiobooks and music discs in the door compartment. “How long have you had these? Caleb’s car doesn't even have a CD player. Oh, I bet Caleb could help!” She grins at his reflection in the internal mirror. “He can make some very tasty Zemnian meals, you know.”

“I do know. I believe I’ve eaten one or two prepared by him at a dinner party with the others.”

“You should ask him to teach you the recipes.”

“I might. What did you get up to today? Painting? Sculpting?”

Jester smirks. She answers him, goes on to talk about her current project (a ten-foot-tall collage of hundreds of vintage pinup photographs, though Essek cannot parse the meaning of it). Essek gets the distinct impression that she’s barely holding herself back from needling him more.

As they reach the edge of the city, the traffic slows. A heavy sense of doom overcomes Essek, while Jester flips through the radio channels.

Someone behind Essek honks. He grits his teeth.

“Oh, the traffic here is pretty bad, huh.”

Essek flexes his hands around the steering wheel. “Yes, it seems so.”

Jester turns the radio off. “Do you have to be anywhere after this?”

“No,” he replies. The car comes to a dead halt. “I do not.”

Jester bounces in her seat as if she might be able to peer over the roofs of the dozens of gridlocked cars ahead of them. “Oh man,” she says. “I’d get there faster if I walked.” She goes quiet. After a heartbeat she smiles and turns towards Essek. “Hey Essek? Do you have any sexy audiobooks?”

“What?”

“Like, do you have a CD in here of someone reading a porn book out loud.”

“No, why would I have–?”

“That’s okay, I can plug my phone into the dashboard.”

“Please, Jester.”

“Okay!” She laughs, tucking her phone back into her jacket pocket. “What CDs do you have? All the titles are in Undercommon...”

“Most are audio documentaries. There are two about special relativity, one about magnetism, and one on the life of a particular astrophysicist. There’s also a rock album in there somewhere; my brother gave it to me as a joke.”

Jester snorts.

“I am very boring, aren't I?”

“No!” Jester suddenly grabs his shoulder and shoves him around in his seat, which would have worried him were they moving at any velocity at all. “You’re not! Essek, you’re very fun and interesting.”

Essek smiles as he’s shaken from side to side, keeping his eyes on the traffic jam ahead. “I am very fun and interesting,” he repeats.

She finally stops shoving at his shoulder. “I should get you some new fun CDs for your car. I don’t even know where to buy CDs these days, but I'll get you some.”

“Can you promise there will be no more than one pornographic item in this collection?” he asks, raising his brow at Jester in the mirror.

“Oh, sure.”

“Then, as they say, go wild.”

“Neat. Hey! I know we’ve all been super busy lately but I bet we can do, like, a dinner party or something. Just one evening. Yasha got back into town this week and Veth says Luc has been spending most weekends at his friends’ houses so she can come over. Maybe a Saturday night?” She’s pulled out her phone already. “We can just hang out in my and Fjord’s flat for a while. Or yours!”

“I do not think I have enough space for nine.”

“But would you be free?”

He thinks. “Next weekend, yes.”

Jester pumps her fist in the air. “Awesome! I’ll text the others.”

The traffic moves ever so slightly. Essek watches the cars ahead of him like a cat watching a bird.

“Beau might be the busiest but I bet she’ll want to come. Oh, Caleb can cook something with Caduceus! One of those meals you liked.”

“Uh, maybe.”

“Maybe you can show him a recipe you know too. Try that sometime.”

“Hm.” The car in front finally budges. Essek inches forward.

“I bet he’d love that, Essek.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I know you don't think you’re a good cook, but I remember that rice meal you made when I came over last spring and it was good!”

Now they’re driving again, if at no more than five mph. Essek grips the wheel.

“Make that meal, put on a good movie, wear something cute — that black top with the long sleeves I think — and it’ll be smooth sailing. Trust me, Fjord was no match for the tried and true Lavorre Technique.”

“Hm.”

“And then maybe you can finally talk to him about your big fat crush on Cay-leb.”

The car directly ahead halts. Essek swears and steps on the brake. He stares at Jester. “Pardon?”

She just grins at him.

“I was not listening. Sorry.”

“Oh that’s okay,” she croons, “But guess what…”

Essek is familiar with this tone. It doesn't scare him as much as it used to; he’s developed somewhat of a pavlovian response to her mischief in spite of his initial displeasure. As her grin widens, Essek feels a mirrored anticipatory smile spread across his face.

“You’re stuck in here with me,” she sings, waving her index fingers side-to-side with each word, “and we’re stuck in here together, and I wanna know the truth. So…” She leans forward. “Don’t you like him?”

Essek, face hot, but still smiling, reaches for the radio fast enough to fumble the air conditioning.

[what-i-call-men]

I Hope That You Burn

James x fem! Reader

Angst

Prompt: James’ wife had no idea about his killing and when the cops come to arrest him, she’s the one who finds his body.

To say you were angry at James would be an understatement. To start off, the two of you had met while he was in university. He had proposed to you shortly before building the hotel and put any talk of a wedding on the shelf while he built his hotel. He became distant, but you tried to visit him every so often when you could. The majority of your communication was through letters or you seeing the papers of him on the cover in front of his hotel.

You had finally made it out to the hotel, just in time for it’s opening ceremony, your presence being a surprise for James. It was for the best that you didn’t tell him because you were late anyway, barely sprinting upstairs to see him holding another woman in his arms as she stood beside an open window. The two of them seemed very close, almost closer than you were with your own fiance.

He held her hand as he helped her away from the window, kissing her hand gently as he stared up into her eyes. You felt the anger festering in your chest as they exchanged quiet words, drowned out by the sound of the party inside the room between you and them. You weren’t quite sure what to do, to yell or interrupt or just leave, but luckily that choice was made for you.

Elizabeth glanced back towards the party and caught a glance of you. She saw the anger in your eyes, and the ring that sat on your finger. You were the woman who he had a photo framed of in the room the party was placed in. You were the woman who was pictured with James in the newspapers, the one holding his hand and kissing his cheek… his fiance.

“James…” You stated, just barely loud enough for him to hear. His head turned to you from where it was staring at Elizabeth. “Darling, I was just helping miss…” He gestured to Elizabeth who’s name he didn’t even know. “Elizabeth.” She said and he nodded. “Miss Elizabeth was shocked by the news of Valentino’s death. I was helping her calm down, but if you could cool her off that would help tremendously.” He said and he pushed her gently towards you.

It wasn’t the infatuation with Elizabeth, or even the fact that when you two did tie the knot, his maid looked as if she had seen a terribly sad motion picture. Although those did get on your nerves, you could stand it as long as he was loyal to you in every other aspect, which he was. You had fallen pregnant shortly after the wedding, and started to take your spot in his life as a wife, picking up where Miss. Evers couldn’t.

As you were making a stew for dinner, currently about 6 months along in your pregnancy, you heard a commotion outside your door, what sounded like many pairs of footsteps heading towards your husband’s office down the hallway from you. Turning off the heat to the stove, you walked out of your room and towards the commotion. “Can I help you gentlemen?” You asked as you wiped your hands on your apron, watching as about 8 police officers stood outside your husband's office.

“Mrs. March, we have a warrant here for your husband’s arrest.” The head of the group spoke as he held out the warrant to you. “For what charges?” You asked and took the paper from his hands. “Multiple charges of first degree murder, more than enough to put him in the chair.” Your face went cold as you heard the charges, gently resting your hand on your bump. “That couldn’t be him… My husband never leaves his office. He hunts every once and a while but that’s not out of the ordinary or illegal. I don’t even think he keeps his hunting guns on premises.” You stated and it just happened to be perfect timing that a gunshot went off on the other side of the door.

Your eyes widened and you grasped for the key to his office that was hidden above the door. The officers took out their weapons as you unlocked the door, knocking on it gently, but not hearing a response. Pushing the door open, your entire body froze. There was Miss Evers’ body with a bullet through her forehead, the gun in your husband’s hand, a knife in his other as his blood rushed from his neck into a tub where there was a horrid stench of acid and a corpse with it’s flesh basically melting off.

It barely all clicked in your head before your head hit the ground and you passed out. You always were squeamish at the sight of blood and seeing it flow like Niagara falls out of your husband's throat was a mixture for nightmares. The policemen got you back to your room and questioned you for hours, your makeup staining your cheeks and the stew on the stove getting cold.

When you were finally left to your own devices, you sat on your bed and held the handkerchief with your husband's initials embroidered which was now stained with black of your makeup. You sighed and stood up, walking over to his office, now cleared of the bodies, but the air felt cold and unwelcoming. You walked to his desk and opened the drawers, looking through his things, just blueprints, contracts, a note with his code to his safe, even your marriage certificate.

You took the note with his code on it, putting it into the safe that sat in the wall behind his desk. It cracked open and you almost threw up at what you saw, it looked like a chamber with his guns, knives, as you glanced around your foot touched the body of a corpse on the ground, rotting from the lack of anyone being able to access the chamber. You stepped around it and shakily took in the room, placing your apron over your hand as you opened a chute which led straight down.

Walking away from the room, you sat at his desk and saw something else peeking from the bottom of his drawer, all your letters to him, and the ones you hand brought with you when you moved in. Picking them up, you felt the fire ignite in your chest, the anger of everything your husband had done to you now boiling to the surface. You grabbed all the letters and walked to the fireplace that sat against the wall. Igniting it, you sat before the fire, reading through the papers.

“Why’d you have to be a damn Icarus. You had so much ambition and chose to put it in the wrong places. James, you could’ve had a perfect family. Me, the wonderful child growing that we made. You bastard, you left me here alone.” Your tears started to shed again as you threw the notes into the flames. “If it weren’t for this child growing in me, I'd throw this damn marriage certificate into the flames as well. At least with this our child can live here comfortably. I hope you burn in hell.” You muttered the last part as you stared at the certificate, a photograph from your wedding paperclipped to the corner.

You stared into the fire, tears pricking in your eyes as you felt your baby kick. You caressed your stomach, feeling the air around you get cold quickly, and hearing a clap of metal and a dragging sound. Feeling your chest shake as you stood again, walking towards the sound in the chamber, the body now disappeared and what looked like your husband standing in the room.

“James?” You asked softly and the figure faced you. It looked just like him but it felt nothing like him. He reached out and took your hand gently, it most definitely didn’t feel like him, he felt colder. “You bastard.” Was the only thing you spit out and stared at him daringly. “You’re a fucking murderer and you didn’t tell me? You fucking killed yourself and I just got questioned for 5 hours by the police who think I had something to do with it.” You spit out at him and threw his hand off of you.

“Dearest, I didn’t want you wrapped up in my… hobby. I knew you’d disapprove and I didn’t want to put stress on you or the baby.” He said and gently caressed your stomach. “I don't know...what you are but whatever it is I don't want you anywhere near me or this child. Especially with those people’s blood on your hands. How do I know you won’t hurt our child?” you spat at him and walked towards the door of his office.

“Darling-” “James, leave me alone. I need time to think this over.” You said and walked out the door, leaving the ghost of your husband to stand in his office as you cradled your stomach, now crying again as you walked back to your room, locking the door behind you.

[mcufox123]

Would you maybe? I don't know

Modern AU WandaxFemReader

Summary: Reader is confused by liking Wanda.

Warnings: PG-13, some cursing

A/N: This is a fun little piece. The group is mentioned but the main focus is the reader. Any suggestions please let me know!

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS!

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You are a nurse working in Boston. You had moved here right after graduating college and besides working you spend a lot of time with your very close-knit group of friends. The group started with you and Nat who moved into your apartments. A couple weeks after moving in you were at a bar and Nat tried to hit on Steve. He turned out to already have a boyfriend, however, named Bucky. Soon enough it was the 4 of you. Steve was a veteran and worked with other veterans and soon introduced everyone to Sam who brought along his friend from college Tony. Carol and Wanda were next to join they happened to be your next-door neighbors. Carol came over to complain about the noise you and your friends were making, and Wanda came over with apology cookies, that is how your friendship started. Tony also brought along Bruce who was friends with Thor. Clint, Nat’s childhood friend also moved to Boston for his job who also brought his roommate T’Challa. Your group expanded over the course of a year. And now 3 years in you all spent a majority of your time at your apartment.

Nat and Bruce had just started a new relationship and it was nauseating to you. They were often cuddled on the couch when you came home and were definitely not quiet in the bedroom. Living there started to interfere with your sleep schedule. One day while Nat and Bruce were out Wanda and Carol came over to hangout.

“Maybe you should just tell them to shut up?” Carol told you as Wanda and her listened to you whine about your predicament.

“But Nat is finally happy. It took her so long to be this happy, I'm not going to whine to her about it just yet.” You said trying to compartmentalize your thoughts in your head.

“That’s so kind of you Y/N, but what about you? What makes you happy?” Wanda asked in a sweet tone. You and Wanda had grown closer as Nat was preoccupied. You both spent many nights cooking dinner together and cuddling up on the couch watching tv shows, most the time falling asleep on each other. You had a soft spot for her. You considered it to be more than a friendship, but you had never been with a girl to make it more than a thought.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right I’ll talk to her, thanks guys.” Just then Nat comes through the door with a very drunk Bruce.

“Hey guys! Let me just put him to bed then I’m all in for the girl’s night!” Nat said while escorting Bruce to her bedroom.

You opened up another bottle of wine and as soon as she came out, she pulled up a stool to contribute to the conversation. The 4 of you gossiped about almost everyone in the group, company excluded. You talked about Tony’s new girlfriend Pepper and what she started bringing to the group, which was mostly keeping Tony in check. You talked about T’Challa and his advancements in his job and hoping that he didn’t move because of it. You talked about when you think Clint was going to propose to his long-term girlfriend Laura.

“Alright I'm making a group chat without Clint and Laura to take a pool for when he’ll pop the question. $1 buy in.” You sent the text to all of your friends and soon your phone was blowing up.

“Ya know, I don’t know why but you sending that text reminded me of this one time in college when I was at a party and we were playing truth or dare, and I got dared to send a text to our professor saying that I believed that I was a giraffe. He recommended that I seek help.” Carol said wiping her eyes as she laughed. You all stared at her in confusion. The comment being from out of nowhere.

“That’s really a great story, you should tell everyone at movie night.” Nat said sarcastically.

“Hey now, let’s all just get along. Carol that was a random story, Nat she should tell everyone she is a giraffe when she wants.” Wanda let out in an almost serious tone.

“Yeah,” you said backing up Wanda. The night went on a little longer with now 4 empty bottles of wine and a very tipsy group of friends.

“Hey, I have an idea, let’s play truth or dare.” Nat said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Now why would we do that?” you ask very annoyed. You guys weren’t in college anymore and you had nightmares about the game. You knew the idea was only in her head because of the giraffe story.

“Because it’s fun,” Carol chimed in.

“Thank you, Carol. Now let’s start I’ll go first. Carol truth or dare?” Nat said.

“Dare!”

“I dare you to go flash our neighbors.” Nat said. Carol was not even hesitant, she got up walked to the window and lifted her shirt to flash the outside world, before walking back like she had just accomplished a huge task. You rolled your eyes as the game continued.

The game continued with a few more rounds all being very stupid tasks. Nat was currently in the room with Bruce giving him a lap dance with the door closed. She walked out with her hair a mess.

“Ok my turn. Y/N truth or dare?” She asked fixing herself back on her seat. You were very tipsy by this point.

“Dare!” you said very enthusiastically. You were not prepared for the task you were asked to do.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.” You froze. The obvious choice was Wanda, but you couldn’t do that. Could you? You for sure weren’t going to kiss Nat because that’s weird, and you always secretly disliked Carol so that was out of the question. The only logical choice was Wanda. You hesitantly leaned over to give Wanda a kiss on the cheek. As you pulled away you saw her cheeks were as red as tomatoes causing you to also start to blush.

“Boo that wasn’t even a kiss.” Nat groaned on.

“Yes, it was. You never specified what kind of kiss it had to be!” you counteracted Nat.

“I thought you would just assume it was a kiss kiss like on the lips like an actual kiss.” She argued back. Carol and Wanda just kept looking at the two of you unsure of what was happening.

“You want a kiss kiss? I will give you a kiss kiss.” You turned to Wanda and put your lips on hers with all of the liquid courage you had built up. You heard her gasp at the action but soon was reciprocating the kiss. Her lips were so soft and perfect, and you felt electrical shocks go throughout your body at the interaction. Your lips moved in perfect sync with each other. You only pulled away when you heard Carol wolf whistle at the two of you.

You felt embarrassed as your cheeks started to turn red. Wanda just looked at you stunned by the action. There was an awkward silence before you spoke up. “Wanda I’m sorry that was, that was,” you couldn’t find the right words. “Ya know what it’s pretty late and I’m getting sleepy I’m going to head to bed.” You said not looking at anyone in particular. You stood up and walked to your room.

“Y/N wait.” You heard Wanda say behind you, you just shut the door behind you and locked the door crawling into bed.

The next morning you woke up and walked to the kitchen to get breakfast. Nat was already out there, and you saw waffles, pancakes, sausage, bacon, toast and eggs all spread out on the table. You ignored all of that and simply walked to the coffee pot.

“I made you breakfast, also there is freshly squeezed orange juice, with no pulp.” She said pouring you a glass. You didn’t even acknowledge her. Instead grabbed the box of cheerios from the cabinet with your coffee and heading back to your room. Before you could close the door Nat put her foot in the door.

“Look, Y/N, I'm sorry about last night I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just I thought you both liked each other, and I figured I’d give you a little nudge ya know? Be a good friend?” She said while you continued to walk to your bed and get your laptop out to watch Netflix.

“Ok well you were wrong. I don’t know what to tell you.” You said trying to convince yourself more. In all honesty you haven’t stopped thinking about the kiss. You had thought about Wanda’s lips from the moment they left yours. And the way that she kissed you back. That had to mean something right? Like maybe she felt the same way for you. But you weren’t sure you liked girls. But maybe you did? Maybe Wanda could be your girlfriend. That was weird for you to even think about having a girlfriend. You were so confused.

Nat saw your internal turmoil by look on your face. “What’s wrong Y/N?” she asked concern clear on her face.

“I never liked a girl before.” You said staring at your hands. You couldn’t even look her in the eye. You were so scared saying it out loud. But it was true and now you felt like you did like a girl. A very specific girl, who had beautiful reddish hair and green eyes that pierced your soul. She had the best laugh where her nose would scrunch up and she always tried to make everyone feel better.

“Y/N, its ok. You are allowed to like girls, especially ones who make you happy. You’re allowed to like Wanda as more than a friend. A friend would not kiss another friend on a dare the way you kissed Wanda last night.” She said rubbing your back.

“I know I just, she’s just, and I'm just.” You tried to explain failing to find the words.

“Talk to her, let her know. She’s a pretty understanding person and I think she could help you.” Nat said before giving your arm one last squeeze. “Also come eat my breakfast, I cooked too much food.” She said while getting up and moving to the door.

“Can you bring it to me please? I'm super comfy right now.” You asked with pleading eyes.

“Yeah sure.” She said while walking out of the door to get you breakfast.

You spent a lot of time that day writing in your journal and watching tv, the perfect lazy day. You didn’t see much of your friends that week. You took on more shifts at the hospital and stayed in on call rooms to avoid thinking about your friend who you couldn’t keep out of your head. You thought if you just stayed away, it would all go away and be ok.

You came home one day exhausted and just went right to bed. When you woke up you opened your door to go to the kitchen, but you stopped as your eyes landed on a specific pair of green eyes staring back at you. You were frozen in your spot. The person you had tried to get out of your head was now sitting on the couch in your house. “Want to watch a movie?” She asked like nothing had happened. Like everything that happened that one night didn’t happen. It frustrated you that she was so calm about all of this while you were losing sleep. You continued to walk to the kitchen to get food before answering.

“Sure, you want any snacks?” you asked her.

“Yes please! Can I have some popcorn?” you started to get the popcorn out and put it in the microwave and then went to get out a bowl to put it in. There was a silence that came again and stayed there. The only sound was the kernels popping in the microwave. You looked at your hands while you could feel Wanda staring at you.

When the popcorn was finished you dumped the bag in the bowl and walked over to give it to Wanda who was sitting on the couch. You would usually sit on the same couch as her but tonight decided to opt for the love seat. You didn’t even look at her, but Wanda had a frown at your choice of seats. You kept your eyes trained on the tv waiting for the movie to start but it never did.

“What is it Y/N? Why are you in such a mood?” she asked.

“I’m not in a mood. Why do you say that?” you asked her, knowing it was stupid because you were in a mood and she could read you better than anyone, even Nat.

“Yes, you are. If you weren’t in a mood, I would’ve seen you this week. If you weren’t in a mood, you would tell me all about work and how crazy it is, and we wouldn’t even get to start the movie. If you weren’t in a mood, you would be sitting on this couch with me probably with your feet draped over my legs. Why aren’t you sitting with me?” She was aggravated you could tell but you didn’t know how to answer that.

“I don’t know.” You said which only made her get up and start pacing in frustration.

“God, Y/N, you’re so frustrating just say it we all know why you’re in a mood.” She said now standing directly in front of you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It seems like you know why I am in a mood more than I do so tell me why.” You said to her not having the courage for the words that needed to be said. You quickly regretted saying that. She climbed onto your lap, so her eyes were directly in front of yours. She put her arms around your shoulders so there was no way to escape. You suddenly couldn’t focus on anything other than how close your faces were.

“You do know Y/N. It’s because there is something here, with you and me. That kiss that we shared was incredible and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, or you. So why are you pushing me away.” You couldn’t think of anything to say.

“I never kissed a girl before, and I just didn’t know I could feel this way about someone until we kissed. And I just wasn’t sure if it was ok for you.” You said giving her the basic train of your thoughts.

“You weren’t sure if it was ok for me? Did I not communicate that enough in the kiss or do I have to show you how ok it was for me?” she asked. You sat there frozen as she leaned in and put her lips on yours again not even waiting for permission. You tensed up at first, but after a second you were quick to reciprocate how right this felt for you too. Her hands were playing with your hair and yours on instinct went to her hips trying to pull her closer.

She pulled away when you did that. “I thought you weren’t sure Y/N? Do we have to keep figuring this out?” she asked while pretending to make a confused face.

“Yeah, I think we can keep figuring this out.” You said while leaning up to kiss her again. She pulled back again though.

“Are you sure you’re, ok? We don’t have to do anything. I’m ok with taking this slow.” She said looking at you, reading your face for any signs of being uncomfortable.

“I just really want to kiss you again.” This time you spoke the truth.

“Then kiss me.” You didn’t even hesitate leaning in again, placing your lips on hers. It quickly got heated as she pushed you back further onto the couch. You didn’t try to fight back, you only continued to move your hands all over her body, exploring places you never would dare before.

Her lips left yours and started to leave a trail going lower down your face till she started sucking on your neck. You let out a moan and felt her smile against your skin. All of your earlier thoughts, questioning if this was right were out the window now. With her in your arms everything felt right.

She came back to your lips where your tongues were soon dancing together. You didn’t even hear Nat and Bruce come in the door. You only pulled away when you heard a cabinet close in the kitchen. You looked over your shoulder to see them both staring at you and Wanda.

“Don’t stop on our account we’re just grabbing some snacks for the show.” Nat said smugly. Wanda buried her face in your neck, clearly embarrassed, as were you. She climbed off of you and walked into the kitchen.

“Ha ha very funny Nat.” Wanda said while walking over to grab some water. You sat up on the couch eyes trained on the girl with reddish hair. Her hair was disheveled from the heated make out session, and her lips were already swollen a little.

“It’s so good to finally see my roomie after a week of being MIA.” She said while smiling at you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You said as you rolled your eyes. You finally got up from the couch to sit on a stool in the kitchen. You weren’t sure what would happen next. Wanda came over however and picked the seat right next to you scooting it closer, so she was basically on top of you, which you weren’t complaining about. It had only been a few minutes, but you already missed her being in such close proximity to you.

The four of you stayed up chatting before Bruce and Nat decided to go to bed, claiming they had a long day tomorrow. As they walked out you turned to Wanda smiling.

“Hi,” you said with a smile spreading across your lips.

“Hi,” she said back just as smiley, reaching her arms around your shoulders as she had done earlier that night.

“Would you maybe, I don’t know, mind if I kissed you again?” you said shyly. She didn’t even answer before bringing her lips to your again. The action that was so foreign before was now becoming addicting. The kiss this time was short however before she pulled away.

“Would you maybe, I don’t know, want to be my girlfriend? If not, I totally understand if it’s too fast for you.” You just brought your lips to hers as your answer. You pulled away and simply took her hand in yours before guiding her to your room.  You made out but that was it nothing went any further. You just laid in the comfort of each other’s arms for the rest of the night.

In the morning you woke up with a smile on your face and an amazing girl in your arms. You got up to go get some coffee for the two of you in the kitchen. You walked out to see none other than Nat and this time Steve too.

“Hey there Y/N! Do anything fun last night?” Steve asked with a smile on his face. Nat had already told him.

“You’re dead Romanoff.” You said while pouring a cup of coffee.

“Oh, come on Y/N! I can’t help it if you guys are adorable together. Steve, you should’ve seen them last night they were like connected at the hip the entire night.”

“I can’t wait till the rest of the group finds out. Bucky, Sam, and Tony, all owe me $15.” Steve said nonchalantly.

“What do you mean they owe you money?” you asked confused by the statement.

“Well, you guys were already inseparable, and I figured it was a matter of time before you both got together so I made a pool of when it would happen. I said before the end of the month which happened, so I win.” He said it like it was obvious.

“Yeah, you guys couldn’t get together like a week earlier?” Nat asked annoyed.

“Hey now, no more betting on my love life, ok? Or else next time I want in.” you said cheekily.

“Well now, there is a pool when the two of you will sleep together, you want in on that?” Steve said.

“They almost did last night believe me.” Nat jumped in before you could argue. Just then Wanda came out of your room with a yawn. Steve and Nat just whipped their heads to look at you with ‘oh shit’ eyes.

Wanda came over and wrapped her arms around your waist before reaching up to give you a kiss. You melted into her before she pulled away “Morning cutie.” She said before taking the coffee out of you hand and going to sit next to Steve who was still shocked that Wanda just exited your room.

“You do not mess around. Damn Y/N” Nat said with a mischievous grin.

“Ok Nat, it took you what like an hour before you jumped Bruce’s bones.” You counteracted. That shut her up real fast as Wanda looked around clearly confused by the conversation she had missed. After that night you and Wanda were the next couple in the group. Everyone supported you guys and soon enough you got your own place together to watch movies together.

[starlight-writes-stuff]

hi, do you think you could do another blurb for ethan? maybe something nsfw? like, a party hookup? im thinkin about fratboy!ethan 👁👄👁

(wc: 5.5k) pls im always thinking about fratboy ethan :,) but yes i can do this 100 % ! this ask prompted something deep in me and i ended up making a playlist to go with it as well 🤧here’s the link to that if ur interested https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4yXuVtAKBHexm5ifE9NQ2B ! A L S O i’m sorry this took forever to get to ,,,, life has been a lot recently lol . reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (obvious but still) , sex while under the influence (with explicit consent given) , softdom! ethan , marajuana use , alcohol use , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it , plz) , swearing , college au , an unus annus reference if u look close enough , and i believe thats it . enjoy ! xoxoxoxo , starlight .

a little party never killed nobody

it was the exact same as every other college party you’d ever been to. shitty music, shittier alcohol, shittiest people- except for him. 

when ethan nestor had invited you to a frat party, you’d laughed in his face. you knew that he was a member of data data data, but he wasn’t the type that made it his whole personality. as far as you’d observed, he wasn’t the partying type, either, but there he was, texting you the house address.

“so you’ll come tonight? it’s going to be a pretty big thing- a lot of people coming. you should be able to walk right in, but if anyone gives you shit just tell them you’re with me,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips. you and ethan hadn’t been talking for long; technically, you hadn’t even known that he’d existed two weeks ago. 

when ethan had first sauntered up to you in physical sciences, that same smirk painting his face, you’d picked up on the underlying chemistry right away. he was a flirt by nature, but he seemed to play it up even more around you- the brunette boy had asked for your number the first day you met, and you’d been talking almost constantly since. he was funny and sweet and extremely charismatic, and he made your heart flip in your chest with the smallest glance. the two of you hadn’t hung out alone yet, so this party felt like a big deal.

or, at least, that's what you’d thought.

when you showed up at the front door of the frat house loud, bass-filled music was already shaking the window panes in their frames, and you could hear what sounded like a hundred different voices all talking over each other. ethan hadn’t been kidding when he said that it was a big party; at least half of your year was here, plus the older and younger students interspersed throughout the throngs of people as well. as you made your way to the kitchen, ethan was nowhere to be found. you felt as if all eyes were on you as you started to pour a drink, and dimly, you wondered if people could tell that you didn’t belong.

however, most of your anxious thoughts had been subdued after the first solo cup of vodka lemonade, and you were now well through your second. the music pounding throughout the house felt as if it had infiltrated your veins, filling them with a warm, buzzing sensation that loosened your limbs. at some point, a guy had come up to chat with you. then another. you weren't sure how many times you’d given out your snapchat tonight, but it had been a lot, and you were about to do it again. 

the guy you were currently talking to introduced himself as danny. he was some sort of business major, much like every other guy that you’d spoken with tonight, and was very clearly trying to hit on you. even through the alcohol-induced haze, you remembered who you came here for and you weren't leaving without him. you put a hand on danny’s shoulder, effectively cutting him off in the middle of his sentence.

“hey, do you know where ethan is? ethan nestor, i mean? he’s the one who invited me here.”

danny looked disappointed, but seemed to shift and slot puzzle pieces together in his head, snapping his fingers. “you're the girl he invited? that makes so much sense, actually. yeah, he’s out back- toking up, probably,” he explained, gesturing towards a door you would’ve never noticed. “out there and down the stairs. need an escort?”

you almost denied his advances but spotted an old fling loitering by the hidden door. giving danny a tight smile, you drained the rest of your drink and held up a finger. “one sec! stay here.”

butterflies flooded every inch of your being as you stumbled over to the makeshift bar, pouting a variety of liquors into your cup. you were going to see ethan outside of class. on his turf. something about it shook you to your core, but you couldn’t quite figure out why. 

sure, ethan was hot- that was obvious. but he’d been flirty, too. were the two of you a thing? if you weren’t, why had he been talking to danny about 'the girl he was inviting’? clearly, ethan had been talking about you, you just weren't sure of the context. you tried to swallow all these fears as you topped off your cup with lemonade, taking a small sip. trying not to spit it out, you added more juice; you’d made the strongest mixture you could think of, and it tasted like some sort of poison. that didn’t stop you from taking another small sip, then a bigger one. you needed the buzz.

“okay! let's go.”

danny led you out the door and down the stairs with no issue, and you quickly realized how tipsy you were - the stairs seemed to bob and warp under your feet, and you grabbed onto the handrail with a death grip. he noticed this easily, laughing a bit. “are you good?”

“great. it's the heels and alcohol- they don't mix well.” you laughed at yourself, regretting the chunky, heeled boots you’d thrown on.

“you can ditch them, if you want. we’re going out onto a deck, so you won't be in grass or anything,” danny explained, pointing to a pile of shoes by the door you were about to exit. you weren't going to argue with that, thankful that you’d chosen cute socks as you wrestled the footwear off and tossed it onto the pile. your stomach flipped as danny opened the door, cool night air biting into your warm skin, waking you up a bit. the sourish-sweet scent of marijuana flooded the small stairwell, and danny chuckled. “told you he was smoking.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way you felt watching ethan take a long drag off of some sort of pen, letting the vapor pour from his lips in pale blue plumes. something about the easy way the smoke seemed to float from his mouth went straight to your center, and you dug your nails into your palms, trying to get yourself under control. ethan finally realized that more people had joined the small crowd on the bench, and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to light up as they roamed all over you lazily. this only furthered the sensation between your legs, the coils starting to tighten in your lower stomach. 

what the hell?

“y/n, you made it,” ethan said, a smile taking over his face. he quickly hopped down from where he’d been sitting on the guardrail and made his way over, wrapping an arm dangerously low around your waist. he hugged you tightly, making your heartbeat stutter as you squeezed him back.

you mumbled a ‘hello’ into his neck as ethan let his touch linger, your body held tightly to his. someone cleared their throat, conversation starting back up, and ethan reluctantly pulled away, dropping his eyes to yours. he kept a hand on the small of your back, sending electricity running up and down your spine. “having fun?”

you could barely talk as you forced yourself to respond. “yeah, lots. you’re a hard person to find.”

ethan grinned again, letting his head fall back as he laughed. “my bad. i thought you would text me when you got here. found someone to take care of you , though?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. the facial expression did absolutely nothing for the situation building up under your skirt- only worsening your want for the tall boy in front of you. 

“who?”

ethan smirked, dropping his lips to your ear. “that's what i like to hear. you look pretty, y/n.”

the way he said your name practically undid you, ripping your self-control apart at the already weakened seams. you let a hand wander up and down one of ethan’s sculpted arms, outlining the planes of muscle through his hoodie as you crossed your legs; sure, it was the ladylike thing to do, but you were desperately looking for some sort of friction, anything to lessen the need for him.

“thank you.”

ethan nodded, the hand that had been perched on your back sliding over your hip before finding your hand. he laced his fingers into yours, and you were shocked at how forward he was being. the two of you had flirted heavily- and okay, maybe you’d sent some suggestive pictures back and forth- but ethan seemed to be claiming you as he led you over to the round table where all his friends were sat. again, you carved half-moons into your palms with your nails as you added up all the chairs- there wasn’t enough. you began to let go of ethan’s hand, ready to boost yourself onto the railing, but he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze. you watched as ethan settled into the overstuffed outdoor chair, gesturing at his lap.

fuck.

you took a brief moment to admire the mess you’d gotten yourself into before you gingerly sat on ethan’s lap, trying to make yourself as small and weightless as humanly possible. that didn’t last long, though. ethan circled an arm over your hips, pulling you onto his lap firmly. you couldn’t breathe as you settled into him, crossing your legs tightly. your lower body was tucked away, hidden under the table, but still. you tucked a small portion of fabric between your thighs, ensuring nothing would slip. 

you didn’t say much as ethan continued to conversate with his friends, passing the silvery, skinny device around the table. 

soon, the talk turned from school and classes to typical, stuttering stoner laughing; everyone besides ethan and danny seemed to be a complete lightweight, gone after one hit of the cartridge. however, both the boys were on at least their fourth hit and still seemed relatively composed. they’d started to talk about some sort of economic study, and you’d quickly grown bored and confused. after sitting through 10 more minutes of the terminology you didn't understand, you began to wiggle around on ethan’s lap, loosening his grip on you. 

at the same moment, you and ethan both shifted in just the right way, causing one of his legs to end up between both of yours just as your hips rolled forward. delicious friction flooded your system, and you bit down hard on your lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. you fought with everything in you not to rock your body again, sensation overwhelming your impulse control. before you could do anything, one of ethan’s large hands found your hips, squeezing just enough to leave fingerprint-shaped marks on your skin. ethan knew what he’d done- you could hear the satisfaction threaded through his voice.

“you okay? what d’you need?”

you tried to steady your voice, painfully conscious of the people around you. while most of ethan’s friends were high enough that they wouldn’t notice, you knew that danny would pick up on any changes in your demeanor. you swallowed hard before answering him.

“i'm gonna go get another drink.” another gentle squeeze practically lit your skin on fire, and ethan held the pen up to you. 

“wanna try this instead?”

you weren’t going to lie- you’d been a bit jealous of the boys, not even thinking of passing the device to you. with shaky hands, you reached to accept the cartridge, but ethan had different plans. a sinful look found its way into his slitted eyes as ethan held the pen up to your lips. “go ahead.”

you could’ve passed out from the command, the look, the way that he’d started to bounce his leg. it was as if he was trying to break you- like he wanted you to give him some sort of sign that you wanted him. you did, more than anything. desire seemed to curl its way into every inch, every cell of your body, its spurs digging into your skin. 

you met ethan’s eyes deliberately as you accepted the cold metal into your mouth, inhaling deeply. you took immense pleasure in the look that crossed ethans face as you pulled away with lungs full of the hazy drug. you held your breath for as long as possible before letting the vapor drift from your lips, just as ethan and done earlier. you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes snapping off of yours and over to danny.

“i’m gonna take y/n to get a drink. watch them, will you?” he asked, gesturing to the rest of his friends. danny just nodded, mumbling a low ‘have fun’ as ethan practically lifted you off of his lap. adrenaline coursed through each and every one of your veins and ethan laced his fingers through yours, leading you inside. 

ethan barely let the door shut before his hands were on your hips, pinning you to the wall of the small stairwell. his lips met yours roughly, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that had been building in your throat for the past hour. you felt ethan smirk at the soft noise before he bit at your lower lip, dragging the soft flesh between his teeth. again, you let out a whine full of pleasure- he just felt so good. you let your arms circle ethans neck, one of your hands knotting in his dark hair. you pulled at the roots gently as ethan’s tongue rolled against yours, your body entirely succumbing to him.

he forced himself to pull off of your body, and you let out a small whine; you’d been waiting on this. ethan smirked, his laugh coming out dark and much raspier than usual. “don’t worry doll, i'm not done with you yet. just can't have you here.”

the words went right through you, only adding to the ache between your thighs. ethan took your hand with a profound gentleness, and dropped a soft kiss on your forehead. “before this even starts, are you sure?” 

you nodded eagerly, getting up on your tiptoes to recapture his lips, but ethan pulled back. you furrowed your eyebrows at the tall boy, confused- until he brought a hand up to your face, holding your jaw. ethan tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i need words, baby. are you positive? i can-”

“so sure. i promise.” you nodded at him, your eyes never leaving his. “i want you.”

ethan swore under his breath and kissed you hard before leading you up the stairs. you started to feel the effects of the drug as ethan took you from kitchen to living room, up some stairs… you lost track of all the places you’d been, allowing the weed to cloud everything in a gauzy veil. you felt good; light and somehow heavy at the same time, and you enjoyed the way that everything seemed to slow down. finally, ethan opened a door and pulled you in behind him. you realised where you were- his room. it smelled like ethan, like citrus and musk and something you could only describe as boy. 

you let out a small giggle as ethan reached for a remote, colored lights dousing the room in a sultry red glow. “setting the mood?”

quickly, you were shut up in the best possible way. ethan kissed your roughly, all teeth and tongue and hands everywhere as he backed you against one of his walls. you let yourself get lost in him, basking in the warmth of your hunger for him. one of ethan’s cold hands made its way under your shirt, the other holding your jaw in place as he bit into your bottom lip once again, making you whine. 

“feel good?” ethan asked, breathlessly. you could hear the smirk in his voice, but you couldn’t help the way your back arched at the simple question. your nails dug into his shoulder as ethan slid his thumb under the band of your bra, and he let out a rough moan, managing to undo the clasp with one hand. ethan pulled away from you long enough to rid you of your shirt, discarding your bra on the floor as well while you practically ripped his hoodie off, desperate to feel his skin against your own. he clearly wanted the same, judging by the way he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flesh against his chest. 

ethan managed to capture both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above your head. you were unfamiliar with the feeling of being restrained, but the sensation seemed to send your heart thrumming even faster. he kissed you until your lips were sore and your knees were weak before finally dropping his forehead to yours. ethan took his chance, letting his eyes roam all over you and you watched his pupils grow larger until his eyes were practically black. “jesus fuck, y/n. you’re beautiful.”

your voice came out high and breathy as you responded. “ ‘could say the same about you.” you were practically panting, your body no longer responding to your mind as your back arched. ethan let out a hard breath. 

“do you know what you do to me?”

your eyes fluttered shut as ethan’s lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue exploring the delicate flesh. he quickly found your weak spot and focused his attention there; he let his teeth gently sink into your skin, making you gasp before using his soft tongue to soothe the spot. he repeated this process all over your neck, sucking on your flesh when he found a sweet spot. you knew that you’d be covered in purple-blue bruises, but you’d wear them proudly- that was ethan’s motivation for marking you up.

ethan trailed soft, wet kisses all the way down your neck to your collarbones, groaning at the way you pushed your chest toward him. he hesitated, but started kissing back up your neck, your jaw, back up to your lips. he released his grip on your wrist and you quickly cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with everything in you. you wanted the boy to feel the way you wanted him, and you knew he could as his lips seemed to slow, the kisses getting deeper and deeper. you lost yourself completely in ethan, unsure of where he started and you ended. you could feel his heartbeat against your own, the two thumping rapidly, almost erratic.

the two of you stayed pressed up against each other, your back firmly against the wall for a while, until ethan finally pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “bed?”

you nodded eagerly, wanting the boy all over you. the two of you stumbled, half kissing over to the mattress, falling together. ethan quickly situated himself on top of your body, caging you in between his arms. he began kissing down your body at a torturously slow pace, tracing the dark marks he’d already left with his soft tongue, driving you insane. ethan took his time working down to your breasts, finally taking one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth. you let out an almost guttural moan at the sensation, pleasure overwhelming your senses. ethan hummed at your reaction, only intensifying the feeling. you tangled a hand in his hair, the other digging into his back, leaving long, red scratches on his pale skin. 

ethan swirled his tongue around your bud, taking extreme pride in the way you let your head fall back against the mattress, moans of his name spilling from your lips. he tucked an arm under the arch of your back, pulling your body even closer to him- he didn’t want any space dividing the two of you. ethan pulled off of your puffy nipple with a soft moan, wasting no time in kissing over your chest, pulling the other into his mouth. he covered your chest in dark, deep bruises, admiring his work under the sensual glow of the red lights. “so pretty..”

you couldn’t form full sentences to respond with, just broken moans and pleads and tugs on his hair. ethan found it endearing, the way you wanted him so badly. he couldn’t help but give you what you needed.

he kisses hastily down your body leaving small lovebites here and there on your ribs, your stomach. ethan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your skirt and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin right above the fabric. “this okay?”

“yes, i- please,” you pleaded, lifting your hips to make it easier. ethan got rid of the piece of clothing, discarding it on his bedroom floor, quickly followed by your panties. he let out a throaty moan, his eyes working over you lazily, like he had all the time in the world. he admired your body until you wriggled underneath him, needing some sort of stimulation. 

“what do you want, baby?”

“you,” you whined, desperation weaving through your voice. ethan pressed gentle, warm kisses on your hip bones, fighting a laugh. 

“i know that. what specifically?”

“fuck, ethan. anything, just touch me. please.”

“okay, okay. and you're positive this is alright?”

“yes. i’m so sure. i swe-” your words died in the back of your throat as ethan pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, soft circles. “holy fuck.”

“already so worked up,” ethan mumbled, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. “this because of me?”

you were taken aback by the way your high seemed to multiply the pleasure by tens of thousands- ethan was barely touching you and you could feel your high approaching quickly. you couldn’t find the words to answer him as ethan shifted between your legs, giving himself a better view of your sex. “does that feel okay?”

a stream of swears left your lips as ethan quickened his pace, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. “so fucking good, just like that.” the knots in your stomach continued to tighten as you balled the sheets in your fist, tugging at his hair with the other hand.

ethan pressed a kiss dangerously low on your hip, looking up at you. “can i?”

your hips bucked at the tone of his voice, and you nodded vigorously. ethan kept his eyes on yours as he ran his tongue through your folds, lapping your arousal up. he couldn’t help but groan at the taste of you, the way you pulled at his hair, putting his mouth where you wanted it before letting your head fall back onto his bed. ethan started to suck at your sensitive bud, rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“i- fuck- i’m close.”

he hummed, the vibrations sending you over the edge. your eyes rolled back into your head while you tugged at his hair, your orgasm completely undoing you- the high only added to the sensation, making it that much better. your hips bucked under the skillful work of his soft tongue as ethan let you ride out your high on his face. 

ethan dropped a gentle kiss on your clit before peppering your entire body with them, giggling at the way you squealed. he finally attached his lips to your neck, your jaw, back to your lips. you kissed him hard, tasting yourself off of him. finally, when your exhaustion won out you pulled away, running your hands through ethan’s fluffy hair. 

“how was that?”

you propped yourself up on your elbows, pecking ethan’s lips. “so, so good,” you mewled between heavy breaths. ethan bit down on his lower lip and smiled, pride filling his system. 

“god, you look good moaning my name. you're beautiful, you know,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ethan looked at you with a tenderness in his eyes, placing another kiss on your lips. “think you can go again?”

ethan started trailing down your body again, not waiting for an answer. he was laser focused on pleasuring you, making you whine and whimper for him- only for him. before he could get far, though, you were grabbing at his arm and shaking your head. he flushed, peeling away from you while starting to profusely apologize, but you pressed a finger to his lips. 

“want you. inside of me,” you explained between pants, still exhausted from the first round of stimulation. ethan threw his head back, swearing. 

“jesus christ, y/n. need me that bad, baby?”

his choice of words drowned you in desire, and you were all his. “yes. please, ethan?”

he wanted to fuck you until all you could do was moan his name just like that, over and over again. before you could process what was happening ethan had his hands all over you, roaming your body as he practically drooled at the sight before him: your already fucked out body, the sweet look painting your face, begging for him. ethan could barely control himself, his words coming out as rough murmurs.

“protection? i mean, i have it.”

you bit at your lip, hard. you were on birth control, and you wanted him- all of him.

shaking your head, you explained. “birth control. we’ll be fine, if you’re comfortable.”

you jumped as ethan moved a finger to your entrance, dipping into your sex. he groaned at the way you clenched around the appendage, his cock jumping in his boxers. “want my cum inside you?”

“yes- fuck, ethan, please,” you begged, reduced to nothing. all you wanted; all you needed was him inside you, ruining your body until you couldn’t take anymore pleasure. 

“so tight,” he mumbled, lining another finger up. you bucked your hips, the sensitivity almost too much as he stretched you out, watching the way your face contorted under his influence. ethan placed a large hand low on your abdomen, applying light pressure. “if you can’t take this, you won’t be able to take me.”

you nodded, pace almost desperate for him to continue. “feels good baby. so good.”

you took note of the pleased expression that stretched over ethan’s face as you praised the boy- you were just telling the truth, but clearly he liked to hear what a good job he was doing. ethan brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves and you grabbed at his wrist, nails digging into skin. 

“gonna make me cum again,” you warned, but ethan only smiled at you, nodding almost condescendingly.

“wanna finish on my fingers, pretty girl?”

you wanted to say no, wait to come undone around him, but his movements felt too good. you dug your nails into his arm even harder, your other hand clawing into ethan’s soft sheets as the knots in your stomach came undone, your walls contracting around his fingers tight enough to make him moan. 

ethan let his pace slow, extending your orgasm as you practically rode his hand, crying out in absolute euphoria as he increased pressure on your clit.  unable to form words, you released your grasp on the boy’s arm, bringing your hand up to his face instead. you pulled ethan’s lips down to meet yours, whining at the feeling of his clothed cock grinding against your center.

ethan couldn’t take it anymore, quickly ridding himself of the soft sweatpants. you watched as his manhood sprung up, hitting his abdomen; the sight in and of itself enough to make you let out another bliss-filled noise. ethan let his eyes fall to yours as he stroked himself, shuddering at the heavenly friction. again, his voice came out low as he lined himself up with you.

“sure?”

far beyond words, you nodded and laced your fingers through his. 

ethan returned your grasp with a sweet squeeze, gliding the tip of his cock through your folds- coating himself in your arousal. the two of you moaned in sync; a sweet, satisfied sort of harmony. finally, ethan pushed into you slowly, gasping at the feeling. you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back into your head, the feeling of him inside you almost too much. 

“you okay?”

“so good,” you breathed, trying not to yelp at the feeling spreading through your lower body. ethan was well endowed- the biggest you’d ever taken- and it was an addictive sort of pain. he moved slowly, stopping a few times; allowing you to adjust around his length. when he’d bottomed out, ethan let his head fall back, groans escaping his throat.

“so fucking tiny,” he gasped, a groan cutting his statement off. “feel so good around me, gorgeous.”

you nodded at him, trying your best to meet ethan’s eyes as you praised the boy. “so fucking big- you feel so good,” you whined, your hips bucking. “want you so bad.”

a breathless laugh escaped ethan’s lungs as he maneuvered a hand behind one of your thighs, lifting your leg to hook over his shoulder. he pushed even deeper into you and black spots began to crowd the sides of your vision, the pleasure overwhelming. slowly, ethan started to pull out of you, eliciting filthy words and moans from you before he slid his length back in. 

“fucking hell, y/n. so tight,” he said, voice tipping up into a whimper at the end. he quickened his pace, the noise of sleeping skin filling the room. you could barely contain yourself, no longer fighting the stream of murmurs and swears leaving your lips as ethan continued to pump in and out of you. your next orgasm was already building, the coils tightening rapidly in your lower belly.

ethan let his hand wander down to your sensitive bud, almost coming undone at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut. you traced up his forearm, scraping at his sweet skin before knotting your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots. 

“eyes open, baby. look at me.”

you could’ve cum then and there, the instructions only turning you on further. you forced your eyes open, meeting his as ethan sped up again. an almost animalistic noise left your throat as ethan thrusted into you roughly- you weren’t going to be able to hang on much longer. ethan felt the way your walls were clenching around him, fluttering and tightening as he increased his speed on your clit.

“close?” he asked, unable to say much more than that. your grip around him was euphoric- he was closer than he’d like to be. it hadn’t been more than 20 minutes, but with the way you were pulling at his head, almost crying in completely bliss, ethan wanted to fill you to the brim with his cum then fuck it into your sensitive pussy, overstimulating the sweet flesh.

you nodded, humming a small “mhm,” as you looked at him with wide eyes. ethan paused for a moment, shifting your leg up even higher onto his shoulder before plunging back into you. you felt the head of his cock hit a new, even more delicious spot and you became almost delirious. looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, you felt a tear crawl down your cheek.

“gonna cum, ethan-”

“fuck- me too. let go, baby.”

your entire body seemed to shake and shudder under the force of your orgasm- it hit you like a fucking train. you felt ethan’s thrusts get sloppier as he buried himself inside you, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. he whimpered as he shot his cum deep into your pussy, the sensation all consuming. the two of you stayed like that for a while- riding out your highs with each other, rough moans turned to honey-sweet mewls. 

as your heart rate started to come down, you peppered the boy's face with soft, careless kisses: ones that he gladly returned. ethan finally found your lips, pressing tender, long kisses to the swollen skin. 

“you’re a fucking god,” you murmured, stressing the word as ethan’s face flushed even hotter than it already had been.

“that,” he huffed, breathing still hard and uneven, “would be you.”

you giggled at the statement, your voice hitching as ethan slowly pulled out of you. you could feel a mixture of him and you spill out, the substance flowing over your things as ethan kissed down your body, taking in the sight between your legs. 

“so pretty, baby,” he whispered, sinking a long finger into your pussy. your whole body spasmed at the feeling, completely overstimulated. ethan pulled out of you softly, watching the way his cum seemed to spill out of you endlessly. he placed small, delicate kisses to the marks he’d left covering your thighs, admiring his work. “can i keep you here for the night?” he asked, eyes turning affectionate.

you nodded at the boy as he came back up to meet your lips, then your forehead. as you settled onto his chest, drawing lazy patterns on his skin, ethan's voice seemed to return to normal.

“such a good girl.”