#found some nice sweaters and sweatshirts n pants

[eternalstateofoctober]

shopped my storage locker i haven’t properly gone through in two(?)ish years today

[sgt-seabass]

I heard you escaped Steve's home!

But is the man you bump into in the woods a friend or foe?

𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏

✧˚ · . 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘮𝘱. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦.

pairing — werewolf!bucky x reader w/c — 1.8k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫ dark side of the moon, suisside warnings — general dark elements, allusion to steve kemp being a cannibal and holding women captive, reader is missing her left arm, non-major character death, reference to violence, reference to stabbing injury, werewolves lol, smut, non-con turned dub-con (p in v sex), breeding kink, knotting, tongue play kinda, possessiveness, monsterfucking, a kinda nice ending lol a/n — written on my phone. not beta read. navy you fucking menace look what you made me do 😌 thank you to @rookthorne for letting me scream at you about this.

You’d done it.

Steve was dead.

After the locking mechanism to your cell had failed due to a storm overhead, you’d managed to get hold of a butcher's knife in the kitchen.

Steve hadn’t seen it coming when you plunged the knife into his chest while he napped on the couch. He didn’t die immediately. There was a struggle, and you sustained a stab wound to your side when Steve almost overpowered you.

It was hard as Steve had already given you a disadvantage. Several days ago, he had taken your left arm for his sick purpose.

But he was too weak from your sneak attack, and he collapsed on top of you with his dying wheeze.

You’d tried to free other girls, but you were the only one left. And when you’d found Steve’s phone, you were unsurprised to find there was no reception because of the heavy rain that battered down on the roof.

You dressed in one of Steve’s warm sweaters and sweatpants, tucking his phone into your pocket to keep it safe from the rain.

The left sleeve of the sweatshirt swinging empty, covered in his blood and your own, you stumbled out into the night.

The rain was pouring down, lightning flashing across the sky before the thunder rumbled. It was the kind of weather that made you want to snuggle into bed with a book and a cup of tea. Instead, you were stuck trying to find a neighbouring property.

Your bare feet sunk into the muddy earth as you dragged yourself into the woods surrounding Steve’s property.

Asshole. Living in the middle of nowhere.

You cursed Steve’s decrepit soul as you wandered into the forest. The flashes of light helped you make your way through the darkened trees, but it felt as if you were walking in circles, with no sense of direction to guide you.

After some time, you stopped for a break, your legs tired, and your body fatigued. You leant against the trunk of a tree, breaths coming out in short pants. Finally, the rain began to ease, the storm passing. The clouds opened up, allowing the moon to be revealed.

You marvelled at it for a moment—a beautiful full moon.

If this is where you were destined to die, it was pretty at least.

The sounds of wolf cries into the night sounded, but they fell on deaf ears as you focused on keeping yourself conscious.

Your hand clutched at your left side where Steve had stabbed you, the wound throbbing and making you woozy. Maybe you could rest a little. Just sit and close your eyes for a while.

You slumped against the bark, your legs beginning to give way as your vision blurred with a vignette at the edges. Was this your final curtain call?

The wind howled through the trees as you fell to your side, your blood mixing with the mud. You were just so tired.

Another cacophony of animals sounded, growls and barks nearby. But it didn’t matter, not when your body was ready to bid the moon an eternal goodnight.

With a grunt, you rolled onto your back, tears swelling as you gazed at the glowing full moon.

I’m not ready to die. Mr Moon, won’t you grant me a second chance?

Your eyes closed, and everything went dark and silent.

It was hard to discern what you noticed first as you came to.

Was it the snarling and panting? The wet slobber of a large tongue across your skin? The fur that tickled you? Or the cock that was nestled at your entrance?

Definitely the last one.

You opened your eyes with a gasp, and you screamed at the sight of the thing on top of you.

A monster. Pearly white sharp teeth, a large imposing figure, and dark fur that covered its whole body.

You were pinned down on your back by a werewolf. Like a picture book come to life.

The wolf-man didn’t seem perturbed by your screams. He was feral enough as it was. His drool dripped from his snout onto your chest, your clothes already torn away while you were unconscious.

Shit, the phone. You tried to sit up to find it, but large claws dug into your skin as a warning not to move.

“Are you going to kill me?” It was a bold move asking the beast a question, but he didn’t answer, instead licking a long stripe up your neck and over your cheek.

The werewolf licked at your side where your wound was, and you gasped when you glanced down to see it healed. Did he save you?

“What—? I— I don’t understand—“ You were silenced when the wolf brought his tongue to your lips, invading your mouth with his wet muscle.

You tried to squirm, but the beast held tight as he fucked your mouth with his tongue, his huffs getting deeper as growls rumbled from him.

His inhumanly large cock prodded at your entrance, your eyes going wide when you felt the way his natural lubricant gave him an easy slide in.

The werewolf pulled back with a howl as he sunk himself into your waiting heat, his fur puffing up and tail going rigid.

It was all too much. You’d expected death, and yet, you were at the mercy of a beast instead. The pleasure that came the deeper he got, and the more he stretched you was enough to have you howling too.

You felt full to the brim, and he was just over halfway. “Ah! Stop! You’re not going to fit!”

But the beast kept going. He curled his arms around you, cradling you against the forest floor before biting into your collarbone to stabilise himself.

He ignored your cries as he rutted deeper, rocking your body with his as he made you take his entire length.

You felt a little ridge when he reached the fuzzy fur at the base of his cock, and it was enough to have your nerves alight with arousal.

The scent of this mysterious man had your head swirling as if you had inhaled an aphrodisiac. His very being was turning your body into what he needed. A fleshlight to fuck his seed into.

He kept you close, sweat beginning to sheen across your skin with the heat radiating from him. When the beast started to thrust deep and hard, your fingers dug into his fur to hold on.

The beast whimpered when you touched him, and you properly got a look at him. Hulking and massive with red eyes that shone like a bright ruby. He was breathtakingly beautiful in a morbid way. A beautiful horror you couldn’t look away from.

You ran your hands down his arms, only then noticing that one arm wasn’t furry at all. It was metal, but the appendage had taken a beastly form too, so it suited the rest of him. It was his left arm, just like yours.

When your eyes met, the wolf thrust particularly deep, causing you to moan out. And you could swear there was almost a smile on his snout.

Resuming his brutal pace, the werewolf began fucking without resolve, like nothing more than an animal desperate for its primal release.

You had no choice but to hold on as he bit into your shoulder, holding you still like his prey as he panted and groaned, cock swelling bigger as he started getting rougher.

“Fuck! I can’t—“ A large paw covered your mouth, silencing any further words.

You were ready to keep protesting until the beast changed his angle, his sharp nailed feet digging into the dirt, and the bulbous tip of his cock pounding against your g-spot.

Stars burst behind your eyes, and your body began to shake uncontrollably from the absolute bliss that took over.

He didn’t stop. And before long, your toes began to curl as an orgasm approached.

Sensing your tensing body, the werewolf growled in your ear as if he was beckoning you to cum for him.

You let go, allowing the intense orgasm to wash over you.

Your sounds were muffled behind the man-beast’s paw as you came, your feet kicking at his back and ass as you shook. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

The wolf watched it all, drinking in the sight of you.

You felt the ridge at the end of his cock begin to get bigger, the ring of muscle catching at your entrance. It was a little painful as the knot pulled at your entrance with each feral thrust, but luckily the werewolf buried himself deep.

His pelvis ground against you as he whimpered and yipped.

An odd barked growl was the only warning you got before the knot swelled fully and plugged you.

The first shoot of cum entered you, and you moaned at how warm it was. Just like the rest of him. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself just to feel as you were filled with the seemingly never-ending stream of release.

The wolf moved his paw from your mouth, placing it on your belly where his seed was planted deep.

It gave you tingles, how his nails raked across your skin, not enough to cut but enough to leave marks.

He massaged your belly, causing some of the cum to seep around his knot, the pressure too much. You cried out, placing a hand over his to stop him. It felt odd.

The wolf looked at you, his head quirking and blood-red eyes narrowing. Was he insulted you tried to stop him?

“Mine.”

You were shocked at the deep timbre and surprisingly sultry tone of the werewolf. It was the first word he’d spoken, and it was enough to have your thighs clenching against his hips.

“It’s too much when you—“

“Mine.”

Alright. So he wasn’t a conversationalist. “Y-Yes. I got that bit. Uhm. Please don’t push on my—“

“Mine. Home.”

“Stop cutting me off— Wait. Home?” You asked incredulously, confused by the new word in the wolf’s vocabulary. But it started to make more sense when the man-beast picked you up, holding you to his chest as his knot kept you connected. He was taking you home.

He began walking, and you sighed at the sight of your clothes and Steve’s phone discarded in the mud.

So much for an escape.

“Do you have a name?” You conceded. If the beast was taking you home, the least you could do was know his name. Although, maybe he’d turn human again? What would he look like?

“Bucky.”

“Thanks for healing me, Bucky.” You murmured awkwardly, and the beast huffed in response. His knot finally let you go, so he moved you to his hip, carrying you like precious cargo even when his fur began to get wet with the cum that seeped from your core. “Do you know more than three words?”

“Mine. Home. Bucky. Mine.”

An amused snort left you. “That’s… not what I meant.”

You curled yourself into the werewolf’s fur. Despite the circumstances, he saved you. He made you feel good when all you’d experienced was pain and suffering.

For the first time in a long while, a smile graced your lips. This was undoubtedly a fate better than death.

“Pretty girl. Pretty smile.”

You glanced down, embarrassed from the compliment, just in time to see Bucky’s tail begin to wag. “So you do know more than three words.”

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[fandomgirlz01]

HEYYY!!! I’ve been reading you fanfics and there really good and I’ve been wondering if you can make a Colby x reader series were reader goes to a meet n greet and reader ask Sam and Colby if they can kiss her cheeks for a picture and Colby slips a note of his phone number into her back pocket . THANK U SOOO MUCH IF U DO THIS

I Like Your Tattoo

Colby Brock X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: Yes By: Anonymous above

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,938

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You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: December 16th, 2022

Post Time: 4:13 pm

Summary:  Reader goes to a meet and greet to meet the boys she believes saved her life. Colby may or may not take a liking to her when she says her favorite quote is “________”. Then she lifts her sleeve to show them two tattoos she’s gotten. A tattoo of her favorite quote along with a quote from Colby “_____” which shocks him, making him fall head over heels for her.

ANote: I have never really been to a meet and greet, I have been to events where you stand in a long line and wait for an autograph, but never a full on meet and greet. So with that in mind please please just kinda go with me for this one. I plan to just write what I’ve heard and seen from friends as well as adding in my non real meet and greets. 

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!!

Y/n’s Pov: 

I wake up to my alarm sound of Colby going off and groan before grabbing my phone. Instead of turning it off, I listen to it for a few minutes and I start to realize what today is. I finally turn it off as I look around the hotel room that I’m in as if in a daze. 

A smile falls over my face and I grab a pillow shoving it to my face as I let a squeal out before throwing it back to the bed. Finally I get up and decide to start getting ready. I grab the shirt and pants that I had brought specifically for today.

I then grab my makeup bag and jewelry case before walking to the bathroom. I do a very simple makeup look, then change out of my pajamas and into my outfit for the day. 

I put the nice tank top like shirt on:

before pulling the nice long sleeved shirt over the top:

Then I pull my sweatpants on:

I smile when I see my tattoo on my collarbone is on show. I quickly grab my sweatshirt and pull that over my head too now covering both tattoos in the process:

I smile when I deem myself fully ready. I quickly walk out of the bathroom and gather everything I’ll need for the day before heading out to my car. 

I drive down to the shopping center where the meet and greet will be taking place. When I found out they were going to go to an OG meet and greet, I just had to get the tickets. So here I am, waiting to meet my saviors and I couldn’t be more excited, yet nervous all at the same time. 

I quickly park my car and get out before heading to where the line should be. Slowly one by one, they let the small crowd of maybe a hundred to two hundred people through the doors of the small shopping center. Once inside, I smile as I see the big area that has all the merch. 

I start to meander around and look at some of the merchandise. For a few minutes I look over the newest sweaters that they have out, but decide not to buy one. I walk a little ways more before finding the rings, I smile as I pick one up and slip it onto my finger.

“It looks good on you,” a voice speaks, making me look up to see who’s talking to me. 

“Oh! Thank you!” I say in shock as I see Kat standing behind the table. 

“You're welcome. You should get it. Colby designed it off of his own. Maybe if you have one, he’ll notice when you meet with him,” she sweetly tells me and I grin as I nod at her, making her laugh. 

“Sorry. I must have shocked you. I didn’t mean to. I just came over to talk with the merchant about the possibility of stock running out,” she Expands and I nod again. 

“No. Don’t worry, you didn’t shock me at all I- just wasn’t expecting to see you. I’m a huge fan,” I tell her and she smiles at me. 

“Ahh. Ok. I can help you with buying that if you’d like?” she inquires as she points to the ring. 

“Oh. Yes, please, if you could,” I agree as I slip the ring off and hand it to her. 

“Of course. Let me go ask Sarah if she can ring it up,” she tells me as she takes the ring from me. 

“Thank you!” I shout as she walks away, making her turn back to me. 

“You're very welcome,” she says with a nod before turning around and leaving. 

I stand there waiting for a while and soon it starts to warm up a little, so I take off my sweater before tying it around my waist. After it’s off I can breathe a little better and I find myself taking my long sleeve off too before lightly tying it around my waist as well. Just as I finish tying it around myself Kat walks back over with another girl making me look up at them. 

“Hi! I’m Sarah. Kat tells me you’d like to buy this ring?” she asks as she holds it up for me to see and I nod. 

Sarah hands me a card reader and I pay for the ring. Once I’m done paying Sarah hands me my receipt and I give her a small thankful smile. I then put my card along with the receipt away in my wallet. Last I put my wallet back in my crossbody bag before looking back up to Kat. 

“Nice tattoos. Colby said that one,” Kat notifies me as she points to the quote on my collar bone. 

“Yeah… it’s my favorite Colby quote. It’s one of the many quotes that saved my life. That’s why it’s on my collar bone. Close to the heart,” I tell Kat and she grins before someone comes up next to her, whispering something to her. 

“Ok. I’ll be there in a sec,” she promises the person who nods before walking away. 

“Ok. Well, apparently Sam needs me. It was nice meeting you…” she says as she turns to me and pauses. 

“Y/n,” I provide my name for her and she nods. 

“Well, y/n, it was really nice to meet you. You’ll have to tell me more about your tattoo later,” she tells me with a smile and I nod. 

“Of course. It was nice meeting you too, Kat,” I agree with her and she smiles once more before turning around. 

“Would you like me to wrap the ring for you?” Sarah proposes, making me shake my head as I take the ring and slide it back onto my finger. 

“Nah, I think I’ll just wear it. Thank you for your help,” I inform her and she nods, smiling. 

I then walk over to the little food cart that’s sitting just across from the merchandise table and get into the line. It takes a few minutes before I finally get up to it and order my food. I grab it from the person with a smile as well as a small ‘thank you’ before walking over to one of the small tables. 

As I sit down, I look at the time and smile when I see it’s just about time for the boys to actually come out. I quickly open up the food from its packaging and eat it. I drink some water to wash it down and just as I’m finished eating, people start lining up where the line would be. 

I smile as I get up and throw my garbage away before getting in line as well. I look at the people in front of me and realize I’m maybe only about twenty people away. As I wait, I slowly start to get antsy and drum lightly on my thigh. 

The line moves slowly as one by one I get closer and closer. My nerves start to play with my head and my palms get sweaty the closer I get. Suddenly the twentyish people before me are now ten and I swallow when I catch a glimpse of the back of Colby’s head. 

It then suddenly gets warmer and warmer as I get closer, now only about five people in front of me. Before I know it, I’m frozen at the front of the line as Colby turns around with a big smile on his face. 

“Hi. What’s your name?” he asks me and I gulp, making him chuckle. 

“You can come closer. We won’t bite,” Colby promises with a soft smile. 

“Well actually he might, but I definitely won’t,” Sam jokes as Colby holds his hand out to me and walks me over. 

“Sam! Ok… he’s right, I definitely do get bitey the more testy I get, but I promise you I won’t bite you,” Colby jokes and I smile at him as I laugh. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite either,” I coyly respond and Colby lets out a loud laugh as he throws his head back. 

“Now that we’ve all established none of us will bite, what's your name?” Sam queries just as the door to the left opens. 

“Y/n! It’s so nice to see you again,” Kat beams as she walks over and pulls me into a hug. 

“Oh, you know her?” Sam questions with a raised eyebrow and Kat nods as we pull back from our hug. 

“We met at the merch table earlier. Bought that very ring she’s wearing now,” Kat explains as she points to the ring on my finger. 

“Yeah. I told her how I really liked the design…” I enlighten them with a light blush as Colby grins. 

“Hey. Is that a tattoo?” Colby asks, pointing at the tattoo on my arm and I grin, nodding. 

“Can I read it?” he asks and I nod before he lightly grabs hold of my arm to look at it a little closer. 

“The heart may be weak and sometimes it might give in, but I've learned that deep down there's a light that never goes out,"

~ Sora

Colby reads it out loud and slowly starts to grin. His eyes light up and Sam smirks. 

“That’s from Kingdom Hearts. I believe Sora said it, didn’t he?” Colby playfully questions even though it’s clear he already knows he’s right and I nod, smiling at him. 

“That he did. It’s my favorite quote from all the games. It has inspired me to never let my light go out. To let it shine no matter where or what I’m doing,” I explain and Colby seems to get excited. 

“Mine is-” Colby starts to quote his favorite quote and I smile. 

“Don’t assume that your dreams are just a fantasy,” 

~Sora

Me and Colby quote it at the same time. He smiles as do, getting even more excited that I even knew that. 

“How’d you know that was my favorite?” Colby asks and I roll my eyes. 

“Umm, hello? Super fan. You said it back in your old Q&A video from Kansas,” I remind him, making his eyes widen as me and Sam laugh. 

“That was so long ago!” Colby comments in shock and I giggle, nodding. 

“How long have you played Kingdom Hearts?” he asks and I grin even more. 

“Oh boy, you’ve got him started now…” Sam quips with an eye roll, making me and Kat laugh. 

“Don’t worry, he can talk KH with me any day. I’ll gladly talk about all the cutscenes for hours as well as watch through them thousands of times,” I inform Sam and his eyes widen. 

“Colby, brother, she's perfect for you,” Sam tells him as he pats him on the back and I blush. 

“Well, I don’t know about that…” I shyly shake my head as both Sam and Kat nod like it’s an understatement. 

“Honey. You definitely are. Saying you're perfect might be an overstatement because nobody's really perfect, but you really do seem to mesh right with Colby,” Kat agrees with Sam and I blush. 

“Well, thank you, that's very nice of you to tell me. But if you ever wanna talk KH and have nobody else to talk to about it, just hit me up,” I confidently tell him with a soft smile and he nods excitedly. 

“Also to answer your question, Colby, I’ve been playing since the first one came out back in 2002,” I explain and his eyes widen. 

“You’ve been playing a lot longer than me then…” Colby trails off in astonishment and I smile, nodding my head. 

“Yeah… me and my very much older Disney-loving cousin were absolutely obsessed with it the first time playing it. Stayed up all night, even at the age of four I was immersed in it,” I explain my past with a nostalgic tone and Colby smiles even bigger, if that’s even possible. 

“I bet your parents were happy your cousin kept you up like that,” Sam jokes and I laugh, nodding my head. 

“Oh, they did. I’ve been told many stories of how when he’d visit, we’d sneak downstairs to play and my parents were always furious the next morning,” I tell Sam and he laughs, giving a small ‘gold’ in response. 

“That’s what made me the gamer I am today actually. If it weren’t for my cousins, I don’t think I’d be much into video games at all,” I inform and Sam smiles softly as he nods.  

“Then I found out Colby liked the game and it just was so awesome to know one half of my favorite duo liked the same thing as me,” I tell them and Colby smiles at me. 

“So how’d you find us?” Colby questions and I giggle. 

“It’s actually a really funny story. So when you two first started out I had known of you, but didn’t really get into the fandom till like maybe 2016ish when I was losing all my will to live…” I explain, but trail off at the end, not wanting to ruin the mood. 

“Awe, what happened at that time?” Sam asks and I smile softly. 

“At that time I had just moved, didn't really have very many friends and was bullied a lot. By a lot I mean like a lot,” I expand as I playfully roll my eyes, making Sam chuckle. 

“But then I found you guys and got more into your videos again. They made me laugh so hard. You guys gave me the will to push on. Not to mention all that you did with wanting to just make a difference,” I tell them with a grin and Colby smiles. 

“Is it ok if we give you a hug?” Colby asks and I nod my head immediately. 

“Definitely,” I agree with them, making them both smile. 

Colby pulls me in first from the right and Sam comes closer from the left. They hug me for a moment and I just sink into the warm feeling they give off. I relax for what feels like only really a minute before being snapped out of the little taste of heaven. 

“Now that’s too cute,” Kat comments with a grin as she pulls out her phone and snaps a picture. 

After she takes the picture we pull apart and Sam notices my other tattoo. Colby walks over to the side with Kat for a moment and she nods before jogging off. Sam pokes the tattoo as he reads it, making me giggle. 

“Hey! Colby said that one,” he comments and I smile, nodding. 

“Yeah. It was one of the moments he inspired me,” I tell him with a soft smile. 

“What’d I say?” Colby asks as he walks back over and I smile. 

“Her other tattoo…” Sam tells him as he points it out on my collar bone. 

“You think it's over, everyone important in your life has never stayed. Little do you know, I'll always be close by. Forever. And nothing will ever change that”

~Colby Brock

“Hey. I tweeted that,” Colby acknowledges after he reads it. 

“Yeah. You didn’t know it, but that was a really bad day for me and you tweeted it just when I needed it… stopped me from a very bad choice…” I choke out as I flash back to the memory. 

“Hey. Hey. It’s ok. I’m really glad I was able to stop that choice. You seem like someone I’d love having around,” Colby tells me as he rubs my back lightly and I smile softly at him while wiping just under my eye. 

“Thank you. Not a lot of people have told me that,” I choke out and he frowns. 

“Well, all the people that left you behind made a huge mistake,” Colby comments with a soft smile as his hand continues to lightly rub my lower back, making me relax faster than I ever have before. 

“Sam, I sadly don’t have one from you. But I was wondering if before I leave, today you’d write one out for me?” I ask him as I turn to him and he gives me a shocked look. 

“I mean, yeah. I can definitely do that,” he tells me in a choked tone and I smile softly at him again. 

“Where’d Kat go?” Sam questions as he looks around for his girlfriend. 

“Oh. Uh, she’s grabbing something from the back room for me,” Colby states as he looks away shyly and I giggle. 

“Ok. Well in the meantime while she’s gone, do you wanna pose for official pictures?” Sam asks and Colby nods. 

“Ok. Let’s do it,” I agree with a grin as Sam motions to the camera guy that we’re ready.  

The camera guy stands up from his chair in the corner and walks over to us. He stops by the camera along with his whole setup that’s next to it. 

“Ok. So when you do pose, I want you,” he explains pointing to me, "To be on that red line right there. Got it?” He points to the line and I look down at it. 

“Yup. I got it,” I tell him with a nod before stepping on the spot. 

“What poses do you wanna do?” Colby asks me and I grin. 

“Can we do one with each and then one all together?” I ask and Sam and Colby both nod. 

“Yeah. We can totally do that. Who do you wanna take a picture with first?” Sam asks and I shrug. 

“I’m good with whoever. I love both of you so I don’t care,” I inform them and they both smile while looking at each other. 

“Colby seems to want to go first, so I’ll let him,” Sam jokes with a chuckle and I smile, nodding as he steps off to the side for a moment. 

“Ok. What pose?” Colby asks with a grin and I giggle, shaking my head. 

“I don’t know. I only had one planned and that’s the one with both of you,” I inform him and he chuckles, rubbing his hands together which only makes me giggle more. 

“Ok. How about just a hug? Or how about this…” Colby thinks out loud before trailing off. 

He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me from behind. I immediately relax into him and a soft grin falls over my lips as he laces our fingers together before laying them over my stomach. He then lays his head directly on my shoulder and smiles. 

“This ok?” he asks and I only nod, not able to fully find my words. 

“Y…y…yeah. It’s more than ok,” I tell him with a smile, making him grin. 

“Ok. That’s the pose?” The camera guy asks, making both me and Colby nod in confirmation. 

“Ok. On three then,” the camera guy tells us as he leans into the camera. 

“One… two… three,” the camera guy shouts as he starts to take the pictures. He takes a few before standing back up fully. 

“Ok. Good. Next pose?” he tells us and we smile, nodding. 

Colby pulls away and I fight the urge to frown at the loss of his body heat. Sam walks over and gives Colby a funny look that makes me giggle before Colby walks off to the side now. As Colby stands off to the side, I can see Kat walk back, handing him something as they whisper back and forth. 

“Ok. Do you have any idea on a pose for us?” Sam asks and I giggle, shaking my head again. 

“Nope. Like I told Colby, I only had the one with all of us planned,” I inform, reiterating what I’d said before and he smiles, nodding. 

“Ok. How about a piggy back ride?” Sam asks and my eyes widen. 

“Is that good for your back after you broke it?” I ask him and he smiles. 

“Yeah. I should be fine. It’s mostly all healed now,” he informs me as he pats his own back and I smile. 

“Ok. If you’re ok with it,” I hesitantly agree and he smiles as he crouches down. 

I hop onto his back and he wraps his hands around my legs. I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck and he smiles as he turns to the camera. 

“That’s so cute!” Kat shouts out to us and we both turn to grin at her. 

“Ok. Are you guys ready?” The camera guy asks, making us both nod. 

“Ok. On three again,” he tells us as he once again leans down to the camera to take the pictures. 

“Ok. Good. Now one or two all together, yeah?” he asks as he stands back up again. 

“Hold on. Stay up there,” Colby tells us as I start to hop off Sam’s back and he comes over. 

“Why?” I ask and Colby smirks. 

“I’ve got another pose idea,” Colby informs us as he helps Sam make sure I’m not slipping. 

“Ok…” both Sam and I agree with a few chuckles as Sam shrugs when I give him a questionable look. 

Sam keeps me up on his back and Colby stands off to the side. Colby then nods to the camera guy, who smirks and nods. 

“Ok. On three…” he tells us again before getting ready to take the picture. 

“Y/n, look at me,” Colby tells me and I do as he tells me. 

The camera flashes just as Colby pulls me down and gives me a light kiss. The camera flashes a few more times before Colby pulls away with a smile. I blush as I hop off Sam’s back, who smirks. 

“I thought you guys only did show kisses?” I ask and Colby chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Normally we do, but you're special,” Colby tells me, making me blush some more. 

“Well thank you,” I say shyly and he smiles at me. 

“Ok. Next pose?” The camera guy prompts and Colby grins. 

“I have another idea if that’s ok. I actually have a few more,” Colby explains and I grin, nodding. 

“I’m good with whatever,” I tell him and he grins before grabbing my hand. 

“Ok. Sam, you stand in front of her,” Colby tells Sam, who nods and does as he tells him. 

“Y/n, hug him from behind,” Colby tells me and I giggle as I reach up on my tiptoes while wrapping my arms around Sam’s neck. 

“Ok. What now?” I ask and Colby smirks. 

“This…” Colby trails off before he wraps his arms around my waist and cuddles close. 

“Ok. Are you guys ready?” The camera guy asks and Colby nods at him. 

“Ok. As all the other times, on three,” the camera guy tells us again before he leans down to the camera. 

“Ok. Good! Two more poses, yes?” The camera guy questions as he stands back up straight and Colby nods as we all pull away. 

“Ok. Last idea of mine,” Colby tells us, getting a nod from us. 

“Sam, I want to just kinda join. Hug her from the side or back,” Colby tells him and he nods. 

Colby then pulls me into a semi-hug, keeping a hold of my hand. He then leans his forehead to mine and I instinctively close my eyes to hide the tears that start to make way to my eyes. Sam then also grabs onto my hand and just hugs me from the side, leaning his head softly on my shoulder. 

“Ok. Ready?” The camera guy asks and I feel Sam nod. 

The camera guy takes a few shots of this pose. 

“Ok. Good. Last pose?” he asks again as he stands up to look at us. 

We all break apart and I open my eyes. Colby smiles softly at me as he rubs my arm lightly. 

“Can you give us one minute, James?” Colby asks and James nods with a soft smile. 

I wipe my eyes as more tears start to cascade down my cheeks and I shake my head. I see out of the corner of my eye as Sam walks over to Kat. She smiles as he walks over to her and they start to talk back and forth. 

“Hey. You’re ok…” Colby whispers to me now that we’re somewhat alone, he pulls me into a hug and rubs my back. 

“I’m sorry. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry today. That I’d be, like, super cool,” I tell him and Colby’s quick to start hushing me softly. 

“Hey. No. It’s ok to cry. You're human. It happens,” Colby tells me as he continues to rub my back for a few minutes as I slowly start to calm down. 

“Thank you,” I say with a smile at him and he nods. 

“Of course,” he replies with his own grin. 

“Ok. Are we ready now?” James questions when he sees us smiling. 

“Yeah. I think we are,” Colby tells him as he side-eyes me and I nod at him. 

“Ok. What pose was it you wanted to do?” Sam inquires as he rubs his hands together while walking back over after Colby had waved him over. 

“I was thinking we could have me in the middle with both of you guys on my sides, hugging me and kissing my cheeks,” I tell them with a light blush, making them chuckle and nod. 

“Yeah, we can do that,” Sam agrees with a smile and nod. 

“Hold on a moment,” Colby tells us as he holds up a finger. 

He then walks over to Kat and they whisper to one another for a few moments, before Kat pats him on the back. She gives him what seems like an encouraging smile and he hesitantly nods before walking back over to us. 

“Ok. I’m ready now,” Colby informs and I smile softly at him. 

Colby pulls me in from the left and Sam comes up hugging me on the right. I giggle as Colby gives my side a little tickle before they both kiss my cheek and I grin. 

“Ok. On three, one last time,” James explains to us as he slightly bends to the camera again before taking a couple. 

“Ok. Good. You’re all done,” James notifies us as he stands straight once again. 

“Your pictures will be sent to your email,” he informs me and I nod, smiling at him. 

“Thank you, James,” Sam speaks up with a nod at James. 

James nods back before going back over to where he was previously sitting when I first walked up. Sam and Colby both pull away and again I have to fight a frown as I realize my time is up. Kat comes over and pulls her phone out. 

“I’d like to hang out with you sometime, y/n. Do you think I could get your number?” Kat questions me as she holds out her phone to me. 

“Yeah. Sure. I’d love that too,” I agree with Kat as I take her phone and put my number in. 

“Well, I’ll text you soon,” she promises as she takes the phone back. 

“Ok. I look forward to it,” I tell her with a grin before turning to Sam and Colby. 

“Sam, can I get a quote from you?” I ask and he grins, nodding. 

“Yeah. Kat, hon, do you have paper of some sort?” he asks her and she nods before pulling a small ripped up paper from her pocket. 

She hands the paper and a pen to him and he grabs Colby by the arm before spinning him around. Colby rolls his eyes with a playful scoff as Sam uses his back to write it down. He quickly finishes writing before handing Kat the pen. 

“Ok. Done,” Sam tells me as he hands me the paper and I look down at it as I read over it. 

“You can't change the world but you can change how you see it,”

~Sam Golbach

“Awe, Sam… I love it. It’s definitely a good reminder,” I tell him with a smile and he shrugs as he puts his hands in his pockets. 

“I know. It’s even good for me sometimes,” he agrees with me. 

“Ok. Well before I go, can I get one more hug?” I ask the boys and they both smile, nodding. 

I walk over to them and Sam pulls me into a hug first. He hugs me tight for a second and I hug him back just as tight. 

“You got this. It may be bad some days, but just remember on those days that it’s all only temporary,” Sam whispers to me and I nod as I try to keep my tears at bay. 

He pulls back from the hug and smiles softly at me before stepping off to the side. Colby grins as he steps up and pulls me into a hug. 

“I promise you’ve got this. You're a great person and I’d really appreciate getting to know you. I know a lot of people have left you, but think of it this way. It’s not your loss, it’s theirs,” Colby informs me and I nod, hugging him a little closer. 

“Thank you. Really, that means the world to me,” I whisper to him as I cuddle my face into his neck. 

I cuddle into him just a little more and try to commit his smell to my vivid memory. After a few moments more, Colby pulls back and I fight the feeling that rises up inside me at the loss of his contact. I then turn to see Kat smiling at me with her arms open and I giggle, shaking my head. 

“This really was a dream come true,” I tell them as I walk over and hug Kat as well. 

“We loved meeting you, too,” Kat tells me with a grin as she pulls back. 

“Well. I hope we meet again someday,” I admit as I start to walk back the way I had come. 

“Don’t worry, we will. I’ll make it happen,” Kat promises and I smile at her. 

“And I wholeheartedly believe you will,” I reply and she smiles at me. 

I turn around and start walking out with a grin on my face. I turn back one last time to look at them and I catch Colby watching me. I turn back around and smile as I walk back to my car. 

Once back at my car, I get in and let out a happy sigh. I sit in the driver's seat and just soak in what had just happened. I can’t help but let out a little happy squeal before calming down and turning on my favorite playlist. 

As my music turns on, I grin as Skin starts to play and I giggle, shaking my head in slight disbelief. After starting my car, I pull out and start driving back to my hotel for the night. As I drive, I listen to my music and happily sing along the whole way back. 

Before I know it, I’m walking back into my room and my smile still hasn’t gone away. I sigh again as I put my bag down before heading to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I decide to change back into my pajama pants and as I start to pull my pants off, I hear something like a crumpling sound. 

In confusion, I put my hand in the pocket thinking it’s just my receipt from the ring, but then I remembered that I’d put it in my wallet. Still confused, I pull the small piece of paper out of my pocket and unfold it before reading over it. 

“I would really like to hang out sometime :) I think you’re really beautiful. Text me?  Maybe we can set up a time to meet up. (557)846-2694

~Colby 

I stare at it for a moment in confusion before trying to figure out if it’s real. It’s only after a few minutes that I realize this is the paper that Kat had handed him earlier on. I let out a giggle of disbelief for a moment before snapping out of my shock. 

I quickly race back out of the bathroom into my room and over to my purse. I roughly pull my phone from my purse and pull up a new text feature. It takes me a moment of staring at the phone before I think of what to say. 

“Hi 😁. Thank you for the compliment ☺️. I would absolutely love to meet up somewhere. Just let me know when you’re free and what day 😊,”  I reply and quickly hit send before I can second guess myself. 

I then wait with baited breath for his response, and when it doesn’t come right away, I decide to find something else to do until it does. So I busy myself with drawing on my iPad and do that for a solid few hours before getting bored. I turn my iPad off and sigh before grinning and deciding to play on my PS4 for a bit. 

I turn it on and the screen comes to life. I quickly toggle over to my games file and look through them. A smirk falls over my face when I see Kingdom Hearts and I make a split second decision to play it. 

Just as I get to the first cut scene of Axel eating ice cream with Roxas, my phone goes off. I quickly pause the game and pick up my phone. 

“Hey! Glad you messaged me 😁. I was a little nervous you wouldn’t. You’re very welcome for the compliment, it’s only true 😉. Cool. Would you possibly be free Friday night? 😌”  I read over his reply and blush lightly before clicking on the type box. 

“Yeah. I’m free Friday ☺️,”  I reply and immediately his next message pops up. 

“Well now you're not. I’m taking you to dinner 😉,”  I read it before giggling and shaking my head. 

“Ok. I’ll make sure it’s on my calendar 😉,”  I reply and I can’t help but grin very wide as I see the three dots pop up. 

“Great! So… what are you doing right now?” I read over it and giggle before a smirk falls over my face. 

“I may or may not be playing KH right now…” I type out and send it and again the three dots immediately pop up. 

“No way! Which one?” he asks and I giggle again. 

“Yes way. Four. I just got it about a week ago,” I tell him and it’s like I can feel his excitement when I read over his next text. 

“Dude. Four is awesome. How far are you into the game?” he asks and I laugh, shaking my head. 

“Day eight, the cut scene of Axel and Roxas getting ice cream. I haven’t really had much time to play,” I reply and smile when the dots pop up again. 

“I gotta go, but let’s talk more later,” Colby replies and I smile at the thought he wants to keep talking to me. 

“Ok. I’ll see you Friday ☺️,” I say my goodbyes with a smile on my face. 

“See you Friday 😉,” he replies and I blush when I see the winky emoji. 

Once the last text comes through, I close my phone and pick my controller back up. I press play and continue to play, but find it hard to as I can’t help but think of the upcoming Friday. That’s how my day ends, me happy playing KH which thoughts of what’s to come. 

The End…

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[roymustangonly]

Does He Hate The Rain? Or Does The Rain Hate Him?

A story in which you take care of your ill boyfriend, Roy Mustang. Gender isn’t specified. (:

You swirled the last sip of coffee in your mug, watching as the dark, concentrated remains combined with the last bit of medium brown. The sound of keys fumbling interrupted you from taking that last sip as the ends of your lips curled into a smile. You stood and pushed in your chair, walking from the livingroom to the kitchen as your boyfriend entered the door. 

He was drenched from head to toe, with a very displeased look on his face. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes as he gently shut the door, wiping his feet on the black mat. You stepped to hug him but he placed his palm between you two. “Wait, Dear. I’m soaked.” He said hoarsely, and your eyes opened widely with concern. Roy shook off his coat and removed his gloves, looking around for where to put them. You sped off to the bathroom to retrieve a few towels, handing one to him as you took his coat and gloves. “Thank you, Dear.” He stated, coughing into his hand as he removed his shoes and pat dried himself.

You hung up his clothes, questions popping up in your head, however you didn’t want to bombard him as soon as he got home. You heard the sink run as he washed his hands and you walked to the kitchen, waiting for Roy to finish. He dried his hands and looked back to you, sighing, “Sorry, Y/N. I know we were going to-” You cut him off. “Roy, Dear it’s all right, I don’t expect you to, in this condition. Don’t worry about it, I’m more worried about what happened to you. You’re all soaked and you’re catching a cold.” You said worriedly, brushing a few strands that were sticking to his face. He smiled and ran his fingers through your hair.

“I forget my umbrella one day, and the world decides to rain on me.” He coughed into his elbow, turning away from you. “I also had a rough day, and my head is pounding.” Roy added, giving you a tired glance. You frowned and reached up to kiss Roy’s forehead. “Well, you go take a nice warm shower and meet me in the bedroom okay? Put on some comfortable clothes.” You said, smiling a bit as his tense look seemed to shift. “I love you.” He stated simply, kissing your cheek and retreating upstairs.

“Don’t forget to take some Tylenol before your shower, Love!” You shouted up the stairs. A sigh of foe annoyance rang through the halls as you rolled your eyes, knowing Roy hated taking medicine. In contrast to his usual behavior, however, you heard him open the nightstand drawer, assuming he took the meds. 

As Roy went to shower, you filled the kettle with water, flicking on the stove and allowing it to boil. As you did so, you decided to treat Roy, phoning the Japanese Restaurant nearby. You ordered two servings of ramen for the both of you, making sure to get extra noodles for Roy, as that was his favourite part. The kettle began to squeal and you turned off the stove, lifting the kettle and moving it off the burner. You retrieved two mugs and placed a tea bag in each, gently pouring the water into each cup. You spooned in a bit of honey in each and mixed, hearing the shower stop from upstairs. 

Carefully, you brought both cups into the bedroom, as well as a bottle of cold medicine and a thermometer. You set each down and watched as Roy adjusted his sweat pants and retrieved a shirt from the drawer. Waiting quietly you admired Roy, eyes scanning down to his scar as it was covered by his white shirt. Roy then gathered one of your sweatshirts and pulled it over his head, which made your heart skip a beat. It was something he did when he needed comfort, and you found it precious. You always made sure to buy sweaters in a size up just so Roy could borrow your clothes too, and goodness did he look precious in your red and black hoodie. He sat down on the bed and leaned his head on your shoulder, even though his hair was wet. You smiled and ruffled his hair to help it dry quicker, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. He was burning up. 

“Roy, Dear your forehead is burning hot, let me take your temperature.” You told him, and he groaned, rubbing his forehead on your sweater sleeve. You got up slowly, retrieving the thermometer as well as Roy’s towel. “Here, put this under your tongue.” You stated, and Roy did as told, looking up at you once more with that squinted, sleepy expression. You took the towel into your hands and began to gently rub Roy’s head, in an attempt to dry his hair. You made sure to be gentle, massaging his head through the towel as you did so, not wanting to disturb his aching head. His eyes closed and his lips pressed tightly against the thermometer as he waited, leaning into the towel. 

When you were satisfied with his hair, you hung the towel back up, walking back to Roy as you heard the thermometer beep. “101.2, Roy. You took the meds, correct?” He nodded and leaned up against the headboard, adjusting his legs so he could cover them with the comforter. You frowned and placed the thermometer on the bedside table, pulling the blanket aside so you could go under with him. Roy gave you a weak smile as his eyes darted to the right, remembering his tea. “Thank you, Y/N…” He mumbled weakly, his voice much raspier than earlier.

Roy sipped his tea comfortably since it cooled, warm liquid feeling nice on his dry, itchy throat. You smiled and took a sip of your own, glancing at the medicine. You had forgotten to give him some. Glancing at the alarm clock, you took note of the time, reaching over to pour Roy the amount needed. You handed him the cup and his nose scrunched. He was an extreme baby when he was sick, not wanting to take his medicine.

You rolled your eyes and nudged it closer to his hand. “Drink up or else you won’t get your surprise~” You taunted, giving him a crooked smile as he gave you the look. He sighed and set down his tea cup, mumbling something along the lines of: “I’m not a baby…” As he drank the medicine. He handed the cup back to you, as if he didn’t even want it in his vision and you couldn’t help but giggle. Roy dramatically made a noise of disgust: “The surprise better be good…” He mumbled, sipping the last bit of his tea to rid his mouth of the taste.

As if on queue, the doorbell rang, and Roy’s eyebrow raised in confusion. You smiled at him and mysteriously walked off, not giving him an explanation. He pouted and waited, pausing to cough into his elbow. You walked down the stairs and opened the door, smiling at the delivery man. You paid for your food and tipped him, retrieving the bag. You poured the hot soup into Roy’s favourite ramen bowl: one that one of Madame’s girls made for him for a past birthday. You smiled and poured yours into a bowl as well, setting each on a tray with chopsticks, napkins, and water. 

You carefully climbed the stairs and walked into the bedroom, smiling at Roy. “Dear, you didn't have to do all this for me…” He pouted, looking at you with a mixed expression. On one hand he was annoyed you were spoiling him this much, especially since he loved to do the spoiling. On the other, he was grateful, and elated to eat his favourite meal. “Oh hush, Roy it’s nothing. Now be careful, it’s very hot.” You told him, placing the tray gently in his lap. He thanked you in a soft tone, still feeling bad for you buying him food. You kissed his forehead and ruffled his now curled hair (from the towel drying).

You sat yourself next to him and watched as he lifted a few noodles with his chopsticks, blowing carefully on his food. He took a bite and you could see the relief on his face, as if he was cured from a single bite of ramen. You grinned ear to ear, loving his happy expression when you treated him. If only you could take a picture of him now, and look at it every day… But, you’ll settle for a mental image. 

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, not minding the quiet sounds of eating. When you both were finished you took all the dishes, balancing them on one tray. You had to stop Roy from trying to help, watching him cross his arms from the corner of your eye. 

Once you returned from washing the dishes, you saw Roy fast asleep against the headboard, a bad habit he had. Falling asleep right after eating. However, you didn’t mind it too much considering he was ill. You changed into comfortable clothing and glanced at the clock. How was it already late?

You joined Roy in bed, smiling as he opened his eyes. “Shhh, go back to sleep dear.” You cooed gently, not wanting to disturb his rest. He groaned and laid on the pillow, food digested enough for him to lie down. He opened his arms, silently asking for comfort. You laid down next to him, watching as he laid his head flat on your chest, sighing in comfort. His arms snaked around you, and he buried himself into your sweater… That is… The one he wasn’t wearing.

You combed your fingers through his hair and reached over to turn off the lamp, closing your eyes. You felt that Roy was still awake, so you decided to wait until he fell asleep to call it a night. Sounds of struggled breathing echoed in the room, implying that Roy’s nose was stuffed. You frowned and grabbed a tissue, blindly handing it to him. A thank you was followed by the sounds of nose blowing, and he threw the tissue somewhere close to his nightstand, returning back to the comfort of your chest. 

You continued to card your fingers through Roy’s soft hair, loving the feeling of it without product to keep it straight. His subtle curls came out more when you ruffled it dry, and you made it a mission to memorize each and every kink in his hair. Roy basked in your warmth, feeling very nice on his cold, ill body. He felt himself being lulled into a deep, comfortable sleep. 

You sighed contently, not caring about any nightly routines for tonight, for you had this chance to hold your boyfriend. Your stern, strong, military man was in your arms, clinging to you. In your sweatshirt, letting you pet his curled, fluffy hair. This was something you never wanted to end. Your teeth can handle one night, for this moment was precious. As his breaths began to steady, you felt your pulse match his, joining your boyfriend into a deep, comfortable, sleep.

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Now... You may be asking yourself... Nine? Why did you write this? 

And that answer is simple: I am gay. Thank you. (:

[libraryofloveletters]

the 9-1-1 men seeing you in the LAFD sweatshirt and cuddled up to them 😍🥺

Sweaters

Author’s Note: I added Hen too because I couldn't help myself :) also it’s currently the morning of February 8th. Here’s a lil fluff for y’all before we go batshit crazy over the buckley family secret tonight 😌

Word Count: 1.8k

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Hen 

Laundry day. 

Oh how you despised laundry day. 

You never did the laundry but Hen wasn’t home today and you figured it would be nice for her to come home and not have to worry. So as a good partner would, you tumbled through the house and collected all the dirty clothes, which included the flour covered shirt you were currently wearing and tossed it into the machine. 

Now, if it were up to you, you’d just continue your day without a shirt but it seemed odd to do that, especially since you didn't know if Hen would be bringing any company home with her. Digging through the drawers, there were no clean shirts. 

Are you kidding me right now ? 

Finally spotting a shirt under a stack of pants, you tugged it out of the drawer. The front had the little fire station logo on it and the back read Los Angeles Fire Department. Not giving it a second thought, you pulled it on and went about your day. 

Hen should be on her way home soon and you were sitting on the bed surrounded by clothes, folded and unfolded. You never realized how much work it took to fold laundry, you laid back against the pillows. The last thing you remember was the smell of freshly washed clothes. 

“Babe? I’m home! Where are you ?” Hen calls out as she walks into the house. It was quiet but your car was in the driveway. 

“Y/n ?!” she calls again, walking further into the house. Turning into the bedroom, she smiled at you. You were surrounded by the laundry and fast asleep. She moved some of the clothes over to the drawers and sat beside you on the bed. The bed shifted as Hen pulled the blanket over you. 

“Hey” you give her a sleepy smile, “hey you, how was your day ?” she asks as you shift closer to her. 

“Good, I did the laundry” you mumbled, your eyes shutting again. 

“I like your shirt” she chuckles

You mumbled an answer, “yeah it looks better on you” 

“I think I like this one better on you” her arm wraps around you as you fall back to sleep. 

Eddie 

“What colour should we do ? We got blue and red and uhhh-” you reached into the cupboard for the little bottle of food colouring “yellow” you turned to Christoper who was beside you. The two of you were baking cupcakes for the team. 

“Green!” he shouted and you nod. “Sounds like a plan, now my little scientist, what do we mix to make green ?” “blue and yellow” he said, you take the lid off the little blue bottle and hand it to him, you do the same with the yellow. The two of you pour a ridiculous amount of food colouring in the frosting. Plugging in the mixer, you began mixing the frosting. After a few minutes, the two of you looking into the bowl. 

“Well, that doesn't look right” The frosting a mucky green, almost brown colour rather than just the normal, light green colour you were going for. 

“We should buy frosting instead” Chris says, sticking a finger into the bowl and tasting the frosting. “Does it taste good at least?” he gives you a smile, you take that as a yes. You were looking up grocery stores that were still opened and Chris was washing the frosting off his hands. You moved so that he could be the paper towel and accidentally hit the on button on the mixer.

Frosting ended up everywhere. 

“Well that’s not good” You and Chris laugh. You wipe the frosting off his face and send him off to change his shirt as you clean up the kitchen. Looking down at your own shirt, you too, were covered in frosting. You walked to Eddie’s room and found one of his LAFD shirts laying on his bed. Pulling off your own, you pulled on his instead. 

“Maybe we should just buy cupcakes instead ? We can just eat these later ?” 

“Yeah!” 

The two of you headed out to find a store that sold cupcakes and was still open. it was currently 10:30 at night and technically, Eddie told you to have Chris in bed by 9:30 but you could never say no to Chris, especially when he asked to bake with you. Arriving at the station, you headed in together. Bobby was the first one to see the two of you. He walked you two up to the kitchen where the team was. 

“Dad!” Chris shouted, getting his father's attention. He looked surprised to see you two there. “Hey buddy!” he gave Chris a hug, “What are you guys doing here?” 

“We have cupcakes” he told his dad, Eddie smiled and let him go. Chris went off to see Buck and Chim. “Hey you” you smiled at Eddie, walking over and setting the box of cupcakes on the counter. “Is that my shirt?” he asks, you settle yourself between his legs, leaning onto his thigh as he sat on the stool by the counter. “Yeah. We attempted to make cupcakes but the frosting part was a bit of a disaster so I just borrowed this” 

His arms wrapped around your waist, “that’s okay, it looks better on you anyways” 

Chim 

These back to back shifts were kicking your ass. You hadn't had a proper night’s sleep in over a week and you were running purely on the fact that coffee exists. You finally had a night off and thought it would be nice to spend a night with your boyfriend. You arrived at his place a few hours before his shift ended. 

His fridge was stocked for once and you decide you’d make dinner. You weren’t the best cook in the world but you knew enough to make a decent meal and not burn the place down. It didn't take long to make dinner and you still had half an hour before he got home so to the shower you went. 

The shower felt like heaven on earth considering that you had been living off coffee and mini naps in the break room at work. You managed to find a pair of pants you left there after spending a night, as for your shirt, you couldn't find any of your shirts. 

What kind of person leaves pants but no shirt ? 

You pick up the one you had on before only to find a stain on it. Tossing it in the laundry basket, you turn to the closet to find something. There had to be something in here that you could wear. Not that he’d mind coming home to dinner and a shirtless you but you rather eat with your shirt on. You pulled out a t-shirt from his closet, it was his LAFD shirt but it didn't seem to make a difference to you, you’d leave it before you went back to your place. 

“Honey I'm home!” Chim laughed as he shut the front door. You practically skipped out of the bedroom, it had been way too long since you last saw him. “Hi, I missed you” you pull him into a hug, “I missed you too” he smiled. 

He looked over at the kitchen, “you cooked too?” 

“Yeah, I had some time” 

“Can I take a shower or is dinner gonna get cold ?” 

“That’s fine, it’s probably already cold,” you laughed, “I'll heat it up, go take your shower” you push him off to the bathroom before going to the kitchen. You tidy up a bit as he’s in the shower. 

“Babe?” he calls as he walks into the kitchen, “have you seen my- there it is” he points to the shirt, you look down. 

“Sorry” you give him a smile, making him chuckle. “It’s okay, I'll wear the other one.” 

“Wait, you have more than one?” 

“Yeah, obviously,” he laughs, “why would I only have one?”

“Well then, I'm keeping this one” 

Buck 

Opposite shifts sucks. 

Although the two of you live together, you kept missing each other. Whenever he was coming in, you were leaving and when you were leaving, he was coming in. For the last 2 months, your relationship consisted of “good morning, have a good day at work” and “good night, sleep well” as you pass by each other on the way out. 

You finally just gave in one day and called in sick. Were you sick ? No, but you were exhausted. You were working morning shifts and Buck was working nights, so you’d be home when he got home today but he didn't know that. Seeing that you were already up, you made you way over to the closet to get a hoodie because for some reason, it was freezing in the apartment although it was probably warm outside. You spotted Buck’s black LAFD sweater in the closet, it was your favourite of his but it looked better on you, or so you thought. 

Walking down to the stairs and to the kitchen, you find the stale coffee that Buck left in the machine on the counter. Dumping it in the sink and putting on a fresh pot. The fridge was empty, for the most part, there was milk, eggs, cheese and what looked like leftover takeout. You managed to find pancake mix in the cupboard and dumped all the ingredients in a bowl. The door unlocked and Buck’s shoes thudded against the wall by the door. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to kick your shoes off like that ? You’re going to scuff the wall” your back was facing him but you glance over your shoulder to see your boyfriend. He seemed shocked that you were home. 

“I thought you had work ?” he makes his way over to you, hugging you from behind. “Called in sick, thought we could spend the day together ?” 

“Yeah, I like that idea” he kisses your neck, as his arms wrap around your waist. “Maybe we should just go back to bed” he says as he lifts you off the ground. The whisk falls from your hand and falls into the bowl, “Buck! come on, I'm making breakfast for you” you pry at his hands, he just squeezes you tighter. 

“I just wanna cuddle, I miss you” he somehow turns you around, his hands now gripping at your thighs. He mustered up his best puppy dog eyes and gave you a lil pout. “You’re an overgrown baby Evan Buckley, do you know that?” you roll your eyes, he smiles at you. 

“Yeah, I know” he makes his way up the stairs and back into bed. He dropped you on the bed, you shifted back up against the pillow. He joins you in bed after he changes, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into his side. 

“Why do you smell like my cologne ?” he looked down at you, “is that my sweater ?” 

“You mean our sweater ? Yes it is” 

Buck laughed and shook his head, “yeah, our sweater looks cute on you” 

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[matchamorphosis]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓀

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓎 | after an anxiety episode, you and ari make cookies together.

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒 | steamy angsty fluff!

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 | daddy!ari levinson × black//woc!reader

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 | 4.3K

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 | 18+ ddlg! ♡ anxiety attack ♡ some sexual themes ♡ degradation ♡ dick jokes ♡ hints to smut but nothing else! ♡ this is all 100% concentrated fluff

𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈 | love language by ariana grande ♡ tuxedo junction by glenn miller  ♡

𝓌. 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 | okay so i tried okay i tried to make it as fluffy as i can but i just couldn’t help to not lace my own school circumstances into this while writing :( i can’t believe I got this out in just a day but i hope y’all enjoy this cherubs!!! ♡ do not repost or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or plagiarize my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡

 ♡ the sight of the tiny blue ‘submit’ button at the bottom of the screen increased the swirling thoughts as your eyes turned to the ticking clock at the bottom right of the computer screen.

 ♡ you don’t take a second to breathe but anxiously bite the flesh of your lower lip, this week long project was coming to a crashing deadline as it was due in just a minute from now.

 ♡ how have you gotten yourself in this distressful circumstance?

 ♡ well typical clumsy you blacked out in a power nap for the past hours when you thought you submitted the assignment while waiting for your friend to do the touch ups of her portion of the assignment worth one-third of your semester grade.

 ♡ waking up from the long nap felt like cloudy heaven, mind finally relaxed accompanied with the delicious looseness of your energized limbs as you stretched them.

 ♡ of course the rosy moment was quickly diminished when you reached for your phone at your side table, hoping to catch up on any recent news you missed out from your nap.

 ♡ and you had as you skimmed through each and every exhilarating and restless text from your friend who apparently got a message from both your professor that the assignment wasn’t turned in.

 ♡ your mind raced as you quickly opened your laptop, tracing through your emails you eye the message from your professor that was outlined in red.

 ♡ the simple sentence of: this assignment affects your semester grade, turn it in before the deadline.

 ♡ had your widening eyes taking the email in, your mind flashed through the memory when you strictly remembered that you clicked the submit button.

 ♡ you know you did, you fucking know it but here you are anxiously rushing to submit it again.

 ♡ but at this point it doesn’t matter because you are now seconds away from turning it in before the whole portion of the google classroom submission turns grey.

 ♡ gathering the link to the word document that held your assignment the beating in your chest was beginning to level once your hand dragged the mouse pad cursor to the little blue button.

 ♡ rechecking the links you don’t dare take an inhale until your painted cherry red index finger clicks down hard on the submit button, eyes widening and heart pounding when the little loading circle appears.

 ♡ “c’mon!” your hushed whisper stresses, your hands forming into tight fists that rest onto the warm plushness of your thighs your skirt didn’t cover.

 ♡ uneasy eyes flash to the clock onto your macbook and notice the white font against the black outline displaying 11:59, you let out a closed lip whine when the loading whirlpool doesn’t go away and the bold purple words of ‘submitted!’ don’t appear on your screen.

 ♡ however, with whatever saving grace and golden strand of luck that was fortunately bestowed on you, that easing message appeared seconds away from the striking hour of midnight.

 ♡ letting out a relieved sigh your head falls back as you closed and rubbed your eyes, your cold fingertips attempting to cool your racing head you move them away from your face when your phone tings.

 ♡ grabbing your phone that was thrown in your blitzing uneasiness minutes ago the sight of your friends name appears on your lockscreen, under it holds their message.

 ♡ please [y/n] tell me you turned it in.

 ♡ you unlock your phone and message them back, informing them that you have turned it in which you received the same relieved feedback that coursed through your mind a minute ago.

 ♡ closing off the conversation with a comment of speaking to them tomorrow you shut off your phone and closed your macbook, setting them both on their individual chargers before walking out of your room.

 ♡ you can hear the light jazz of glenn millers ‘tuxedo junction’ fuzz through the halls, the pinkness of your socks that cover your feet guide you to where the music gets stronger and stronger.

 ♡ ari’s office door is slightly cracked, the music bustling inside it flowing out into the hallway you step closer and peek your eye through the crack.

 ♡ there you see your lover, sitting at his polished desk, a cigarette in hand he puffs it as his spectacle eyes glance down at the papers that lie in front of him, an ink pen in his other grasp writes down what he needs to.

 ♡ glancing down you notice his feet tapping against the carpet to the suave rhythm of the jazz blasting on a small speaker at the corner near his numerous chestnut bookshelves and flourishing green potted plants.

 ♡ taking a deep inhale of the cigar the white smoke that slips through his lips looks like a soft cotton cloud, your heart jumps to an opportunity when his hand that holds his pen stops writing.

 ♡ his eyes skimming through his papers as his fingers adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose, setting down his burning thick cigar on the ashtray near him as well.

 ♡ fingers framing the sides of his bearded cheeks, your lover reads his written work with a careful eye, foot continuing to tap as the beat enters into its main rowdy trumpet chorus.

 ♡ pink tongue gliding against his rosy lips, his eyes shine and with that he takes the papers in both his hands and evens them out, grabbing the stapler that’s set near his neatly arranged pens he clicks the thick papers together.

 ♡ grabbing a navy blue folder he sets the papers in it and opens one of his desk drawers before setting his paperwork amongst his other files, shutting it closed his fingers grab his cigar that is still burning.

 ♡ taking it back between his lips your eyes don’t leave them, you never wanted to be that cigar so badly, your heart skips a beat when ari’s yes set against yours, a smirk peeking his tobacco smoked lips you let out a hushed ‘eep’ and back away from the door.

 ♡ you hear ari’s deep chuckle from in his office, causing your face to heat up and limbs to go stiff in embarrassment, peeking your face again through the doors crack your eyes set back on ari’s amused smirk and you gasp and move your head away.

 ♡ ari let out a airy laugh, oh he was enjoying your flustered state, he always found it so cute when he caught you staring at him.

 ♡ “come in princess,” he spoke.

 ♡ smirk still plastered on his lips he exhales another white smoky cloud before putting out the thick cigar, not wanting you to inhale any of the fumes.

 ♡ hears the door open, eyeing your shy figure walking to him growing confident with each step.

 ♡ your hips, legs and shoulders dance along the jazzy miller piece, making his smirk widen as you sway and swing your body to emphasize your pronounced curves that hide in your thick collared sweater and tennis skirt.

 ♡ he can’t snatch his eyes away from your soft thighs that aren’t properly covered from that ridiculously short skirt, his eyes darken when he sees your fingers unbuttoning the buttons of the top portion of the designer sweatshirt.

 ♡ your hands do a sinister job at gliding up your curves slowly, teasingly rising the hem of your flowy skirt before gripping the bottom of your unbuttoned canary yellow sweatshirt.

 ♡ pulling it off your bodice and over your head you throw it behind you to reveal the crop top that tightly wraps your chest, displaying your plump cleavage ari’s darken eyes latch upon.

 ♡ “hi daddy,” you speak through your glossed lips and batting lashes, stepping around to stand besides his figure sitting in his leather swivel chair.

 ♡ those honeyed words are spoken in an almost purr, your eyes skimming his face and to the objects that cover his desk your curious fingertips and cherry painted acrylics graze and clack against.

 ♡ the image of his dark eyes sparkle when they meet yours, they glimmer in adoration as one of his large warm hands rise to cup your cheek.

 ♡ “hello princess,” the deepness of his words has your chest fluttering and the heat of your core radiating sensually, your eyes leave his and your lips press against each other abashed.

 ♡ his smirk turns into a soft smile, how can his little pearl be so bold yet shy at the same time?

 ♡ whatever it is about you he savors and cherishes, his hand that cups your chin is removed to pat down on his trouser thigh but maybe he thinks otherwise on the known signal that you're a bit to latched on the mood and want him to take over whatever thick sexual tension he started.

 ♡ however he’s surprised as his little shy pearl wraps her arms around his neck, pedicured fingers lacing in his shoulder length hair as soft legs smoothly straddle his lap, it made it all easier that they were parted slightly as you settled your bum against his calves.

 ♡ took him by another surprise as you smashed your bubblegum glossed lips against his, rubbing your chest against his as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

 ♡ you usually don’t kiss him like this after he had a cigar but ari isn’t complaining as he swirls his tongue with yours, his large hands travel down to cup your bum to find a nice surprise which results in his pants tightening more against his thick bulge.

 ♡ your shameless skirt doesn’t even cover your ass properly, the fringed designer cloths trimming curtains the curve of your ass but leaves the plump dips of your under cheeks uncovered for his rough palms to smooth and grope.

 ♡ you moan against his lips but that soft moans turns into a pitched whine as he releases his lips from your erotic mouth, in result he lightly slaps your ass before groping the flesh.

 ♡ “how was your nap sleeping beauty?” ari’s voice low and raspy at the cause of your kiss, you sigh and bow your head at remembering the thought.

 ♡ “it was nice daddy but it turned a little rotten after,” your pout causes his brows to scrunch.

 ♡ “why’s that princess?” his hands smooth and pat your hair still slightly untamed from your nap, your hands that grip his expansive button up smooth the material down.

 ♡ “because I had to rush to turn in an assignment I thought I turned in, it was so stressful finding out from my friend who thankfully reminded me of so,” you mutter, your mood becoming spoiled when remembering school.

 ♡ nowadays you barely enjoyed your time with your daddy without worrying about any uncompleted assignments or the thought of your grades dropping or being fully invested in studying.

 ♡ school was a killjoy, it was killing your special time with your daddy and even though you still turned in that project your mind still was filled with anxiety and stress.

 ♡ “have you turned in your assignment doll?” ari spoke and you nodded your head, calming a bit as his hand rubs your back up and down, the sensation almost therapeutic. “then what is my princess worrying about?”

 ♡ your pout signifies it all, you don’t know what your stressing about, maybe you forgot another assignment that needed to be turned in, maybe you forgot to study for a test that was nearing soon, maybe you missed a virtual class during your nap.

 ♡ your eyes water and your bottom lip trembles, the grip you have on his button up tightens with your fear-riddled scrunch, your breathing stuttering which has ari sitting up to grab your face in his hands.

 ♡ “hey, hey. baby calm down-,” but your breathing still stutters as your face scrunches and streams in your aggressive tameless tears.

 ♡ “baby, sweetheart look at me!” his voice snaps to your attention as your red eyes meet soothing aqua pools, hands gripping his shoulders and teary eyes locked in need to keep him close but he seems like an ocean away.

 ♡ “count with me baby, like we practiced before. inhale-” he says, inhaling a breath and your stuttering lungs are quick to inhale a breath along with him, your mind however races still. “exhale,” he whispers and lets out a breath and you do so.

 ♡ “one,” you two continued this breathing session till your tears stopped and your pacing chest settled calmly against his, the only sound being the soft trumpet of another jazz song playing and your soft sniffs.

 ♡ his arms cage you in a warm secure hug, hands rubbing soothing circles against your back as your open hands rest against his chest, he had you drink a glass of water with a tylenol tablet to ease you.

 ♡ yet your silence is a major tell to ari that your mind is still scrambling despite feeling your stable heartbeat against his, he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

 ♡  “[y/n]? princess?” ari softly speaks, your eyes slightly sting from your vicarious crying and your head aches from the episode that happened a while ago, cheeks slightly damped, you raise your hands to wipe them dry.

 ♡ pulling your head away from his collar bones you sit up to meet his reassured glance to yours, “i’m sorry daddy,” you spoke, it was almost drenched in seeking forgiveness but ari shove his head while cupping your face in his hands again pulling your face to his.

 ♡  “no sweetheart don’t apologize, it’s all alright. something like this shouldn’t need an apology, you aren’t at any fault because you’ve done nothing wrong but let out your emotions.” your eyes watered with his comforting words.

 ♡ “it’s not the things that are stressing you that are bothering you, it’s just the thought. it’s just your thoughts, just and only your thoughts but you got through that so well princess. i’m so proud of you.” ari’s thumbs swiped away at each of your tears, your lips slowly curling up in a small smile at his praise.

 ♡ sitting up on your knees you rested your forehead against his, nose bumping against his you giggled as our daddy’s eyes squinted at the impact before letting out a soft chuckle,

 ♡  your eyes glimmering as they twined to ari’s cooling blue hues through his frameless thin glasses, your hands rise up to caress his bearded cheeks, his finely soft hairs tenderly scratch your fingers and palms while his rub your bare lower back.

 ♡ an equally tender smile radiates off both of you before he pecks your lips to his.

 ♡ “tell me princess, tell daddy what you want. anything you want you’re getting,” his words string together a thoughtful expression compressed on your pretty facial features, your stomach interrupts you both as it loudly growls.

 ♡ “clever princess, you didn’t have to tell daddy when he could hear your hungry tummy,” ari’s own comment makes him laugh loudly and your face heats up as you swat his chest.

 ♡ “stop being mean daddy,” you grumble with a pout but you still see that handsome smirk against his face and as much as you wanna turn your head away when he grabs your chin you allow him to kiss you.

 ♡ “alright daddy’s done with being a meanie. c’mon sweetheart, lets get some food inside that tummy,” he says poking your belly.

 ♡ the tickling sensation lets out a giggle from you while he grabs your body to wrap your legs around his waist as he gets off his seat.

 ♡ ari carries you out of his office to the kitchen, setting you down on the lavish island that stands in the large kitchen however you whine when the cold surface hits your back thighs.

 ♡ the little sound alerts ari who turns his head to you after searching the refrigerator for some ingredients to create a suitable meal for you.

 ♡ “oh right, sorry princess,” he says and carries you to a cushioned chair near the dinner table, of course you could jump off the counter and walk to the seat yourself but you both like it when he babied you.

 ♡ after just a minute of searching through the refrigerator he closes his with a sigh, “do you wanna order something sugarplum?” he said and you smiled and nodded your head.

 ♡ “yes daddy,” you spoke and his chest hums in glee seeing your joy laced in your voice, he allowed you to order whatever food you wanted on your food delivery app since he wasn’t an expert at those things.

 ♡ a thing about ari is that he was so old fashioned, he didn’t have a computer to organize all his files because he had numerous drawers and file cabinets to keep all his important documents.

 ♡ his portable device was a flip phone and as much as you teased him for it he didn’t bulge at taking interest in any technological advances to his life.

 ♡ “is that all you want sweetheart? you don’t want anything else for the night?” ari spoke as he poured you a glass of ice cubed strawberry mint water from a glass pitcher, setting the cup in front of you as you scrolled through your phones feed.

 ♡ you smile up at him as you take the glass, “can we make cookies?” you ask before raising the glasses rim to your lips and taking a sip of the cold minty berry water.

 ♡ “didn’t you order a dessert on the app?” he asked and you shook your head no, the dessert options the restaurant of your choice didn’t really have anything that sparked interest to your midnight cravings.

 ♡ “don’t you think it’s a bit late to bust open the flour and sugar baby?” he said and a naughty smile grazes your lips at his question.

 ♡ “daddy it’s never too late to bust open anything if you put your mind to it,” your smooth voice spoke as you got off your seat to walk to the refrigerator, possessing a bit of flounce to your hips.

 ♡ you opened the stainless steel door handle and grabbed the large bar of nestle tollhouse cookie dough, closing the door behind you you walk to the island and place it in front of ari.

 ♡ if you both weren't doing it from scratch then this was the only option.

 ♡ he still stares down at it while you prepare the oven to preheat, getting out the cooking spray, parchment and cookie tray, “what’s wrong daddy?”

 ♡ “that’s big baby,” he said, his eye’s proximate on how many chocolate chip cookies the large bar could make but he doesn’t notice the naughty smirk that crosses your lips again until his eyes move up towards yours.

 ♡ “I know daddy but it isn’t as big as you,” ari’s face blushes at those words but before he can recollect any thoughts or get his hands on your insatiable figure of your moving skirt turns away to grab a knife, diminishing all his thoughts he rushes to take it away from you.

 ♡ “daddy can do this part, you can roll the dough in balls. can you do that princess?” ari softly asks, cutting open the bar he cuts even slices then cuts the thick circular prism in half to have you roll them both into spheres.

 ♡ “of course daddy but only if you can let me lick yours after we’re done with this,” you say getting straight to work with rolling the cold dough in your palms but only after brushing your ass against his thigh.

 ♡ ari couldn’t help his face from flushing into a crimson rose, feeling his pants tightening around his hardening erection at your shameless proclamations and actions.

 ♡ but it didn’t have him distracted from the task at hand or from quickly smacking your ass, commanding you to behave for him.

 ♡ and you did, kept your dirty remarks to yourself as you placed the spheres of cookie dough in a correct distance from each other in rows on the cookie tray.

 ♡ you both decided that ten cookies after a bit of a banter between you and him as you used your puppy eyes on him to make the whole tube but he set the discussion to an end with a compromise.

 ♡ the compromise being that he’d let you stay up and watch whatever movie you want with him as you had your take out and cookies, adding your additional requests to the compromise that there better be lots of cuddles and kisses.

 ♡ he slides your hot pink baking oven mitts with the mini stitched cupcakes on them and popped the cookie tray in the hot oven. 

 ♡ turning to your figure sitting criss-cross apple sauce on the island setting the kitchen timer for twelve minutes and placing it down beside you.

 ♡ ari prepares the cooling rack and spatula for when the cookies are done, not noticing your neediness and attention seeking grabs at his collar and hair.

 ♡ “daddy,” you mutter, that bratty persona becoming clearer with each of your restless limbs and pouting lips attempting to grab his attention.

 ♡ “yes princess?” he spoke, his eyes moving towards yours to set sight of your signature doe eyes he knows so well.

 ♡ those doe eyes you give him when your bare and desperate underneath him. 

 ♡ scratching crescent moons on his back, moaning so sweetly for him as he thrusts his cock in and out of your velvety pussy.

 ♡ you don’t say anything though, all you do is part your legs and his eyes darken once they set sight of your wet core open on display under your skirt. 

 ♡ those same lust blown eyes dart down and meet your small peach colored panties crumbled on the floor underneath your dangling socked feet.

 ♡ before he can even do anything, before having the chance to rip that skirt off your body or getting on his knees and lick your tangy slicked folds the doorbell interrupts him.

 ♡ remembering your take-out, annoyance captivates ari but he smirks at the opportunity to tease you as you did him. 

 ♡ so instead of ignoring the delivery person he walks away from your weeping cunt and gaped mouth to get the door.

 ♡ returning with your food and to your glossy pout your whines and grabs for him become more demanding and louder as he takes his sweet time taking each plastic take-out container and brown bag filled with food out of the delivery bag to the table.

 ♡ “daddy!” your bratty calls for him but he just ignores as he takes out plates and napkins for you and him, setting them to look their best on the dinner table.

 ♡ organizing the plastic containers and bags of food in between your plates he finally turns and walks to you, grabbing your waist you smirk thinking you got what you wanted but it disappears when the following words leave his mouth.

 ♡ “dinner time princess,” his smirk is more arrogant than yours and it only widens as you glare up at him, you’re so cute when you don’t get what you want.

 ♡ “you don’t want dinner princess?” he asked and you nodded your head, ari’s brow quirks in amusement.

 ♡ “then what do you want then princess?” it wasn’t a question, more so a demand to have the brat in his arms to speak on what she wants.

 ♡ you cross your arms and turn your head away from him, setting your angry sight on anything besides ari which he doesn’t permit as he grabs your jaw firmly in hands and shifts your sight to him.

 ♡ “speak up dolly. good girls get whatever they ask for, brats get nothing,” he spoke and your glare doesn’t ease one bit but your answer is mumbled to softly and lowly for ari to hear, your attitude only adding only the impatience ari has for you in this situation.

 ♡ “i’m sorry princess,” ari spoke before gripping your ass in a rough harsh handleful, “but daddy didn’t hear you. can daddy’s little dumb brat speak up? or does daddy have to give his dumb baby dinner and send her to bed with no cookies and cock?”

 ♡ the growl that rolled off his lips hit against the shell of your ear as his fingertips dig sharply into the raw warm plushness of your ass, your breath staggered but the wetness that pools your pleasure seeking core doesn’t lessen.

 ♡ “I want daddy please. please can I have it daddy?” you whimper, your voice meek and fragile and nothing like the cocky brat that teased him both verbally and physically moments ago.

 ♡ “you’ve been making jokes on daddy’s cock and balls since I let you make your cookies and now when you're on the receiving end of the joke you can’t properly tell daddy you want it?”

 ♡ his voice was rough and course, his hands that smack and grope your ass hold the same fierceness as he picks you up before slamming your back against the metal of the refrigerator. 

 ♡ hearing the little breathy whine when his fingers purposely glide through your folds, his smirk darkens as your wetness coats his thick fingers.

 ♡ “oh, does my spoiled brat want daddy’s fingers? or does my spoiled brat want daddy’s cock?” he whispered as his head snakes in the crook of your neck.

    ♡ nibbling the tender skin under your ear that practically makes you cream against his stroking fingers.

 ♡ “I want your cock daddy! please, daddy! I need it!” your voice is a combination of whimpers and moans, the sound of it music to his ears.

 ♡ before he can give you another teasing stroke at your needy puffy folds, or command you to unbuckle his belt the timer for the cookies goes off.

 ♡ ari’s dark smirk shadows his face and you let out a whine knowingly the results of the night.

 ♡ it was going to take a while until you’ll get what you want and ari will partake in the satisfying discipline to teach you a lesson on misbehaving.

[hockeyboysiguess]

beer and beanies | j. benn

a/n: this is entire the fault of @danglesnipecelly​, so you can thank her, i guess

word count: 3.2K

wine beer pairing recommendation: a nice, local beer. support your local breweries businesses. something over 6%, because why not?

warnings: language and smut. it’s basically all smut. 

You scrambled to get to the door, one earring in and the other halfway in, hands fiddling to get the other hook through your ear. You shouted that you were coming, but you knew the person on the other side already knew you were. He knocked again anyway just to push your buttons, making you huff in annoyance. You held your earring in place with one hand, then yanked your front door open with the other. 

“Jamie, you knew I was coming,” you sighed, finally able to get your earring all the way in and take a look at him instead of his shoes 

“Oh, hi there. What did I do to deserve getting to look at you across the table all night?” 

You rolled your eyes at him as he stepped into your apartment, reaching for you. His large hands found your hips, anchoring himself to you as he leaned down and dropped a deeper than expected kiss to your lips. As he pulled away, you sighed, seeing your lipstick smeared across his lips. You reached up, placing a hand on his stubbly jaw, and wiped your thumb over his lips. 

“You could just not wear lipstick, you know,” he teased you, despite both of you knowing full well that cherry red lipsticks made his knees go weak and his pants get a little tighter when he thought about them around his cock. “That way you won’t have to clean it off me and you won’t get all huffy when you have to fix it.” 

“Your suggestion has been noted and filed away in the trash where it belongs,” you teased back, wiping away the last bit of red at the corner of his mouth. “Wouldn’t have been a problem tonight if you weren’t so early it didn’t have time to dry.”

“Oh, sorry,” he smiled down at you, pulling you in tighter. “I’ll show up late next time then.” 

You rolled your eyes, giving his broad chest a shove so he released you. You did need to fix the lipstick he ruined after all. He followed you into your room, taking a seat on your bed. He fiddled with his phone as you fixed what he ruined so casually, a constant in your relationship with Jamie. You watched him through the mirror over your shoulder as you touched up the edge of your lipstick with your thumb. He looked good tonight, but to your credit, so did you. Black t-shirt, light jeans, and black beanie covering his thick, dark hair, he looked every bit like the fall boyfriend roll he was playing tonight, zip up sweatshirt over it all, sleeves pushed up, tattoos exposed. He wore the sweatshirt even though he was always warm because you always got cold, but never remembered your jacket. Throwing on a sweatshirt was easier than trying to make you remember you bring your own. 

“Ready,” you told him, watching through the mirror as his head snapped up, eyes going straight to your ass bent over in front of him, mirror in the background for him. 

You watched as he licked his lips softly, trailing his eyes up your body until they met yours. Jamie was never shy about appreciating you. He told you with his eyes and his hands more than his words, but the longer you’d been together, the most comfortable he got with telling you how he felt. 

“What if we just-”

“Jamie, we’re going. You’ve wanted to go to this brewery since it opened,” you reminded him.

Jamie sucked in a quick breath through his teeth as you stood up, giving him a little shake of your ass for good measure before grabbing your purse and tossing it across your body. Jamie came up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. He leaned his head down, pressing a kiss to your temple. His hands trailing down, ghosting over your hips and up your sides.

“But what if we just went a little later?” Jamie tried again, breathing out the words into your ear softly. 

“Jamie, we’re going. I already called an Uber.” 

Jamie leaned his head back, face pointing toward the ceiling, and groaned audibly. He gave your hips a tight squeeze, but surrendered when he realized you weren’t budging. He was grumpy climbing into the back of the Uber, hand high on your thigh under your skirt, rubbing circles with his thumb hoping to drive you crazy enough to tell the driver to turn around, with no such luck. He was grumpy until you got a beer in his hand and sat down in the back corner of the outdoor patio of the brewery, a pretzel on its way from the kitchen, fall breeze in the air. 

“Happy now?” you teased him when he made a pleased noise deep from his throat when the waiter dropped off the pretzel, complete with beer cheese. 

“Would’ve been happier to have just bent you over and fucked you in front of the mirror like I wanted.” Jamie smirked as a blush rose in your cheeks from his words, “But I guess a beer and a pretzel with a pretty girl is an okay second option.” 

“Just an okay second option?” you teased him as you ripped part of the pretzel off for yourself. 

“Pretzel or your pussy?” Jamie pretended to think about it for a second, brown eyes looking up to the sky, head tilting from side to side. His eyes locked with yours before he spoke again, “Yeah, not even close.” 

You nodded softly in understanding, “The pretzel is better. I understand.” 

Jamie laughed loudly, hand coming to his stomach as his other wrapped around his beer again, “Yeah, sure. You got it.” 

Comfortable conversation fell over both of you. You told Jamie about your week. He told you about the short road trip he’d gone on. Both of you used up your saved information, the stories you didn’t share over your nightly Facetimes while he was away. Jamie always called you, no matter the time, even just for a minute or two. He wanted to hear your voice before he went to sleep, win or lose, he wanted you. 

He really wanted you right now though, four beers deep for him, two and a half for you, giggles pouring out from you. You laughed at all of his dumb jokes when you were tipsy, something tipsy Jamie appreciated since he could never quite tell just how badly the quality of jokes he was telling was degrading. You laughed all the same, one of his favorite sounds. Nothing compared to the ones he was going to draw from you as soon as he could get you out of this goddamn brewery he had wanted to go to until you put on that shirt, the white one with the little flowers and the puffy sleeves, and the killer thigh high boots. He definitely hadn’t wanted to go after seeing those two things, but you’d drug him here anyway. Now, he was just trying to figure out how to get you out of here and into any bed, any bed would work at this point. Hell, Jamie wasn’t picky. A couch would work honestly.  

It took him another beer and another half an hour to do it, finally just closing the tab and calling an Uber while you were in the bathroom. You had made friends, something Jamie usually appreciated, if you didn’t look so damn good tonight. Who was he kidding though. You looked this good every night. He was just using it as an excuse to himself to drag you out of the bar without guilt. 

You stumbled through the front door of your apartment one short Uber ride later, his hands on your hips, tugging at you to keep you close and accidentally making you rock back into him in the process. The drinks were hitting you both, making Jamie tip back into you, almost sending you both sprawling on the floor, but his grip on your hips shifted to one hand as he caught the door frame to keep you both upright. 

“Sorry, baby,” he laughed, his lips finding your neck as he kicked the door shut behind him. His hands slid over your sides, feeling your curves under his palms, the sweater and skirt combination had been driving him crazy all night. You wore a sweater but still had to steal his sweatshirt halfway through your third beer. “God, you’re so fucking pretty.” 

“Ever look in a mirror, Jamie?” you joked with him, making him laugh against your skin. 

His hands tugged on your hips as he lifted his head, pulling until you spun around to face him. One of his large hands moved up to cup your jaw softly, thumb brushing over your cherry red lips softly. He looked at you, eyes glazed over, like you were his favorite painting that he couldn’t believe actually hung in his home. He pressed a deep, searing kiss to your lip, leaving you breathless, as he slowly pushed you back against the wall next to your front door. One of his legs carded between your thighs, giving you some friction you desperately needed even if it was just against his jeans. Jamie had known exactly what he was doing when he got dressed for your date, black beanie on his head. He knew that something about it drove you wild and did it anyway, hoping this would be the result. 

His hands were under your sweater now, rubbing over your skin firmly, ghosting over your nipples over your bra. His movements were sloppy, lips rough against yours before he moved to leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. You moaned when he sucked on a mark on your collarbone that was still healing from earlier in the week. You felt him smile against your skin in response to the sound before your hands found the dark strands of his hair peeking out from under the beanie at the nape of his neck and tugged on him, making him hiss softly. 

“You’re desperate tonight,” he noted as one of his hands found their way under your skirt, running up the outside of your thigh. 

“So are you.”

He cursed when you palmed him roughly through his jeans, dark, wide eyes rolling back in his head for a moment. You popped the button on his jeans and watched as his eyes snapped forward, chin dipping down to look at your hand as you slowly inched the zipper down, taking your sweet time. 

“I want to fuck you right here,” Jamie said through closed teeth, trying to keep himself a little under control. 

“Then stop talking about it and do it,” you replied with a coy smile on your lips. 

Jamie cursed again, mumbled something about how he was pretty sure you were going to kill him one day, before wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up. He guided your legs around him, letting your back against the wall and his hips do the work of supporting you so his hands could wander exactly where he wanted them to. He fisted his hands at the edge of your skirt and pushed up until the material of it until it was settled around your waist. Satisfied, Jamie dropped his mouth to yours again, leaving a deep, wet kiss at had you whimpering when he broke it a little as he tried to push his jeans and boxers down. He groaned at the sounds you made, every single time. They were his favorite thing, playing over and over in his mind when he couldn’t have you, when he was in hotel rooms alone with only his memories of you and his right hand to keep him company. 

Jamie pushed your panties aside, not even bothering to try and wrangle them off you with the position you had settled into. Two long fingers ran up your pussy and Jamie cursed when he realized how wet you already were for him. Still, he behaved himself just enough to slide the two digits into you first, making sure you really were ready for him. He didn’t behave himself enough not to curl his fingers up suddenly, running over your walls, making your grasp desperately at his broad shoulders at the sensation. 

“Jamie,” you whined, “I need your cock.”

“Patience, patience,” he clicked his tongue softly, mouth focused on leaving bruising kisses on your neck. 

You huffed and gave his chest a small shove, even to make his head pull back. His brown eyes, pupils blown out, looked you over, fingers still moving in and out of you slowly and steadily. Your cheeks were flushed from the combination of alcohol, Jamie, and that you were still wearing a goddamn sweater. You yanked it and the tank top you wore underneath it over your head clumsily, tossing them onto the floor. In a bra, with your skirt bunched up around your waist, panties pushed to the side, the heels of your boots digging into his ass, and two fingers curled deep inside, Jamie still couldn’t believe you were really his sometimes. But when you were like this, needy and desperate for him, begging for him, maybe you really were his and not a dream he’d wake up from someday. 

“Please, Jamie,” you begged again, hands on the back of his neck, keeping him close. “Please fuck me.”

Jamie was never good at saying no to you, especially when you were like this. He cursed as he shifted, fingers sliding out of you in favor of wrapping around his cock to line up with your entrance. He teased at your entrance, hips tilting forward and backward to let the head of his cock run up and down your slit. You whined, nails digging into the back of his neck, a silent beg for him to do something, anything. Jamie pushed into you suddenly, letting out a string of curse words as you took all of him so easily, hips stopping against yours. 

“Fucking hell, baby,” Jamie groaned. “So fucking good for me.” 

“Always good for you,” you replied, eyes closing as you let yourself enjoy the feeling of him inside you. 

“Yeah, you are,” Jamie laughed softly. “Do me a favor, yeah?” 

You opened your eyes slowly, your body still thoroughly enjoying the feeling of having him exactly where you had wanted him since he put that damn beanie on his head before you left the house, which was still on, still driving you crazy. He offered up two fingers to you, the two that had been inside of you, fingertips brushing your lips. 

“Clean these off for me while I fuck you, yeah?”

You had barely started to nod, lips parting when his hips tilted back, almost sliding completely out of you. As his fingers slid into your mouth, his hips pushed forward and up into you sloppily. You moaned around his fingers, nail digging deep into his shoulders through his shirt, hard enough you knew you were leaving marks that would be there tomorrow in your desperation. Jamie’s free hand gripped your hip tightly, hard enough you knew it would be sore tomorrow, to keep you from moving up the wall with each thrust. There was nothing gentle about how he was fucking you and you didn’t want there to be. This is what you wanted all night, his self control loosening just enough to fuck you like this. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” Jamie mumbled when he pulled back from your now bruised neck to look at you. “So pretty for me, baby.”

Your tongue slid over his fingers, circling them gently and he cursed again at the feeling, hips stuttering and slowing against yours for a moment. He ran his thumb softly over your cheekbone as you sucked hard on his fingers, hollowing your cheeks out. Jamie’s lips parted as he watched and felt your actions, hips still as he watched you for a moment. If he wasn’t already buried inside you and very much enjoying that, he would push you into your knees and feel the back of your throat. Well, it was still early in the night, so maybe he would get both before it was over. 

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Jamie whined out.

He adjusted his grip on your hip before snapping his hips back up into yours. You moaned out against his fingers, jaw going slightly slack at the angle he was managing to hit over and over that had your eyes rolling back. One of your hands scratched down his chest, grateful he was wearing a t-shirt for once because you definitely would’ve given him marks he would’ve had to explain in the locker room tomorrow otherwise.

“Touch yourself for me, baby,” Jamie grunted into your neck where his head had naturally fallen into again. “Cum all over my cock for me. Let me feel you.”

You bit your lip hard in response, trying to bite back another desperate whimper to no avail. You dropped two fingers to your clit and started with small, smooth circles, quickly picking up your pace as you felt that familiar tightening in your stomach and your breath picked up. Jamie could feel just how close you were. He could feel it in how your body was tensing against his. He could hear your breaths getting shorter, heavier, the little moans leaving your mouth getting more desperate as you chased your release. He could feel your moans against his fingers still in your mouth, muffling the sounds he knew would wake your neighbors with how desperate you were being tonight. He used his hand on your hip to pull your hips forward and off the wall. Jamie could feel how close you were and he wanted to, needed to, see your face when you hit your high. 

He lifted his head from your neck and his eyes found yours. He smirked ever so slightly before sliding almost all of the way out, then back in quickly, enjoying the depth the adjusted angle gave him. Your eyes went wide as he buried himself deep inside you, then pulled out only to repeat the motion again. Jamie watched your shoulders tense, your pupils dilate wider, and he felt more than heard your scream around his fingers as your orgasm hit you. You tightened down around him and Jamie willed his eyes not to roll back as he came, wanting to see every inch of his handiwork across your face. 

You were both gasping for air as Jamie finally slid his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand cup your face gingerly, cheek hot under his palm. His fingers that had definitely left bruises on your hip was rubbing it softly now, relaxing the tense muscles underneath. 

“Well, that was fun,” Jamie laughed, making you smile and nod in agreement. “You good?”

“I’m so good, Jamie,” you laughed, letting the residual feelings of your high wash over you. “So fucking good.” 

“Good.” Jamie pressed a hand on your calf that was sitting on his waist, encouraging you to tighten your grip on him, which you did. His hand moved up, pulling your arm over his neck, then the other with his opposite hand, before letting his hands come to your ass, lifting you from the wall easily. “Because after your little show there with your mouth, I’m going to need to feel those pretty lips around my cock tonight.”

[degenerate-otaku]

Au where the androids in trunks time arint evil anymore so the three of them just hang out for the rest of their lives time traveling with trunks to save the day after they realised what their doing is wrong somehow cause we need happier times

Hey! I took this in a slightly different direction since I just go with the flow.

I hope you enjoy it though ♡

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It had been almost a year since the androids had come to an agreement to end their destruction. In some ways it was an anticlimactic ending to an almost 17 year battle. A part of me still wants to bring Gohan justice by destroying them, but that may just be my Saiyan side. I know that Gohan always did his best to be like his father and forgive others, so maybe he'd understand.

It's been a difficult journey, no doubt about it. To keep the androids happy, as well as the people of earth, who probably have not forgiven 17 and 18 and want nothing more to see them dead, I tend to go out with them, just to make sure there are no problems. The androids have to disguise themselves to not be recognised, which isn't too hard since they are incredibly inconspicuous (apart from 17 perhaps, who seems like the type of kid to be stealing and causing havoc anyway). Usually, it's just a case of them hiding their eyes, since that's how people can recognise them.

“Trunks, you really need to brush up on fashion.” 18 remarked as she sipped at her drink. I snapped out of my thoughts immediately, which often consume me.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I was rather offended by her comment but I kept my face and tone neutral.

“Well...you don't have many outfits...and the ones you do have are...” She looked me up and down and continued, “A little...dated to say the least.”

Before I could respond, 17, who was riding on his skateboard as he slurped at his soda interrupted, “Trunks, you look like that guy from that movie 'Back to the Future'.”

I had no clue on what he meant, since I've never seen that movie, but it seemed like no matter what I would say, they'd always have a comeback.

It had always been like that, so what was I expecting?

“Well, we are right outside a mall.” I knew what she was suggesting immediately.

'How convenient' I thought to myself.

“Sis, your shopping trips take whole days!”

I almost laughed at what 17 had said, but held back.

“Shut up! You spend all day in the arcade like a little kid! Plus, you need new clothes too!” 18 poked her brother in the chest, asserting her authority. It's so strange to see 17 shaken like that. As a kid he seemed unmoved by everything, just like his sister.

“Ugh, whatever.” He sighed, throwing the empty cup of soda in the trash.

Strolling casually within the recently rebuilt mall, which my mother helped to fund, 18 finally found a store that she thought had good items for us.

“This place looks lame!” 17 sneered at all the rather classy looking shirts and pants.

“If you're gonna be a brat, go to Hot Topic!” 18 retorted, pointing to the store she was referencing.

“Bitch, I AM the Hot Topic!” 17 loudly declared, walking off. I wasn't sure on how much money he had. The androids liked living large, and still did so, despite my mother not being so pleased about it. She told me once on how it was like she now had three teenage brats but then she realised I was right there and said that I wasn't a brat, though I know I was when I was younger.

“Now that he's out of the way...” 18 sighed, adjusting her hair, before pulling out a shirt from a rack.

“What do you think?” She asked, holding up a blue T-shirt that said something in Japanese.

“See, you gotta stop hiding those muscles! I've seen them up close and I know normal girls will faint over that, especially with your skin tone.”

My cheeks felt hot when she said that and I began to stammer, “W-well..I don't think it's for me...uh, I...don't like showing my arms.” I looked down at the glossy marble floor, and felt her gaze pierce me.

“What, because of those scars?” She scoffed and I looked up at her, not knowing how to react.

“They aren't that bad. Plus...girls like guys who have feelings and have been through stuff.” I didn't get what she meant.

“For a person who hates humans, you sure do understand them.” I don't know why I said that. She frowned and then just moved on, after putting the blue shirt in the basket, whether I liked it or not.

“So...” She tried to steer the conversation back onto clothes, “What do you like wearing anyway?”

“Well...mostly loose, comfortable stuff.” I answered.

“Yeah, like that sweater and pants you used to wear all the time when you were like...what, 13? 14?”

Why had she remembered that?

“Yeah...I have a lot of those kinda outfits.” She walked along to another aisle and I followed, not noticing that there were a few girls looking at me and giggling.

“What made you pick this one? The whole...jacket and vest combo. You wore a similar thing when we beat your ass a year or two ago...wasn't that in the ruins of this mall?”

I felt pain thinking about that. I was a fool, admittedly for going there to try fight them, but I've grown a lot since then.

“Oh...yeah, the light blue jacket and white shirt...uh, I guess I think it looks cool..especially with the sword-”

“Ughhh, what is it with men and their little toys, I've got my brother with his stupid gun, and you with that sword!” She groaned. “They're pointless!”

“Well...technically, my sword has a point-” I smirked.

“Wow, I thought you were incapable of jokes.” She replied, then pulled out a sweatshirt for me. It was a simple grey colour with a logo on it.

“Girls also like guys who dress casual...but that sorta depends. This and some nice loose jeans would look good on you, though you'd need better shoes.” I was rather astonished at how she was able to make so many combinations and knew what would look good on me, but then I realised something.

“Why do you keep trying to find outfits that would attract girls?”

She rolled her eyes at my question.

“Well, c'mon you're almost an adult and you haven't got a girlfriend! Wait...are you gay?”

I blushed hard. “What? Well, I dunno! I haven't really thought about it...”

“I'm just trying to help you find someone.” She smiled, trying to find a price tag on some shoes.

“Wait a sec, I'll ask someone about this.” She left me standing near the basket and as I fixed my hair in while I looked in the mirror, two girls came up to me.

“Hey, uh, you're cute...can I have your number?” One said and I was unsure of what to say. I didn't want to be rude, but I wasn't sure I wanted to talk to them.

“Well, uh, you see-” My brain suddenly seemed to fail me.

“He's taken.” Suddenly, 18 reappeared and out of nowhere kissed me before dragging me by the arm.

“Hey! What was that?!” The kiss was only for a split second but I was so confused.

“Wait, was I your first kiss?” She laughed.

“N-no!” I folded my arms and didn't look at her directly.

“If I didn't know better you wanted it to last longer, hm?”

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed, losing my cool.

“Hey, I'm just messing with you...I just had to get you out of there-” She picked up the basket and walked over to the queue, her hips swaying prominently

“The kiss was unnecessary!”

“You're the first man ever to reject a kiss from me.” She sounded bewildered and I gave up trying.

We exited the store with two bags of clothes and 17 had a bag of his own stuff too.

“So, mind telling me what that was?” 17 inquired and even 18 blushed a little.

"Aww, what an adorable couple!“ He mocked, laughing hard at his own jokes.

”Shut it, bonehead! That meant nothing!“ She scolded him and I don't know why I felt hurt by that.

”I was just trying to make him look good for once, but I really couldn't care less!“ She continued and I wondered if she had even meant what she said about my scars.

For the rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about that moment. It's stupid of me, I know. I'm so fucking awkward I can't handle a girl talking to me, and when a person I hated growing up does it to me, I want it to happen again, to feel that kinda jolt down my body.

But I guess I won't.

[omgsquee2001]

Arriving in Japan: Discontinued until Further Notice

This is part two of the first Imagine: Imagine Taking a Road Trip with Richard Armitage, Aidan Turner and Dean O’Gorman to Japan, Greece and Spain

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You woke up the next morning to your alarm going off at 3:00 am. You groaned and turned your alarm off. You yawned and stretched, turning on your light. You got out of your bed and threw on a sweater over your chihuahua print pajamas and headed to the kitchen to make yourself coffee and some breakfast. You decided to have a quick breakfast of cereal, orange juice and coffee. After you had your breakfast, you made your way to your clothes, which you had laid out before. Your outfit for today consisted of a pink, fuzzy sweater and blue joggers. You were so happy that you packed your clothes the day before so you didn't have to rush in the morning. You decided to kill the time by sitting down on your couch and watching some movies. 

An hour later, a knock resounded on your trailer door. You grabbed your suitcase and walked to your door. You opened it and found Aidan all dressed and ready to go. 

"Are you ready, My Lady?" Aidan asked, jokingly. You smiled tiredly and nodded. You looked around for the other two, but didn't see them. 

“Where are Richard and Dean?” You asked.

"They're in the parking lot waiting." He said. You nodded as you made your way to the bottom step. "May I take your luggage, my lady?" Aidan asked, reaching for your suitcase. You chuckled and nodded, allowing him to take it. 

A few moments later, you both arrived at the parking lot where Richard and Dean were waiting, Richard in the driver's seat and Dean in the passenger's, leaving you and Aidan to sit in the back. Aidan opened the door for you, and you got into the car, getting comfortable. Richard looked back at you and smiled. 

"Morning, sleeping beauty." Richard said. You smiled and waved lazily. 

"Hi." You said quietly. Aidan put your luggage in the back of the car trunk. Aidan closed the trunk and made his way to the back seat. He opened the door and got in. Dean looked behind as both you and Aidan buckled your seat belts. 

“We got everything?” Dean asked. Aidan looked at his fellow actor and nodded. 

“Yup.” Aidan said. Dean turned around in his seat. Richard looked at his friend. 

“Have you got us a translator?” He asked. Dean nodded and pulled up the information on his phone. 

“Yes. Her name is Aiko Arakawa and she will be waiting for us at the Narita International Airport.” Dean said. Richard nodded. He started the car. 

“Are you ready for this, [Y/N]?” He asked. Aidan chuckled. 

“She’s fast asleep.” He said. He gently put his arm around your shoulders and leaned you down to where your head rested in his lap. He didn’t miss the jealous looks of his friends up front. As Richard started driving to the airport, Aidan made sure you were fast asleep before speaking to his friends. “We can’t let this come between us.” He said. “If we get too jealous, we take a day away from it and do our own thing, then we come back when we have cooled down, sound fair?” Aidan asked. Dean nodded. 

“I second that,” Dean said. He looked to Richard. “Richard?” He asked. Richard glanced at Dean, keeping his eye on the road. 

“Sounds fair to me.” He said. The three friends nodded. 

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After 13 hours and 50 minutes of plane flights from New Zealand, your plane landed in Japan. As you walked down the ramp, you looked around in aw. You stepped off to the side and waited for your three friends to join you. You saw them and waved. Richard smiled. “Are you ready for this?” He asked. You smiled wildly. 

“So ready!” You said excitedly. Richard chuckled at your enthusiasm. As you walked into the interior of the airport, you saw a woman holding up a sign that read ‘[Y/N] [L/N]’. You all made your way over to her. You smiled. 

“Hi, are you Aiko Arakawa?” You asked. She smiled and nodded. 

“Yes. Are you [Y/N] [L/N]?” She asked. You nodded and held out your hand. 

“That I am. It’s nice to meet you.” You said. Akio smiled and shook your hand. She looked to the boys behind you. Richard stepped up first. 

“Hi, I’m Richard. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, also shaking her hand. Dean and Aidan did the same. Akio smiled. 

“It is a pleasure to meet all of you.” She said. “What are you wanting to do first? Go eat or go to the hotel?” She asked. Aidan looked to you. 

“[Y/N], it’s your trip, you call the shots.” He said. You smiled. 

“Well, I’m still a little tired from the flight, so if it doesn’t bother any of you, I would like to go to the hotel first and catch up on some sleep.” You said. Dean smiled at you. 

“Sounds like a plan.” He said.

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An hour later, you all arrived in your hotel and checked in. Your rooms were numbers 301 and 302 near the top floor. As you rode the elevator, you looked at your friends. “Are we all staying in a room together, or how is this going to work?” You asked. Aidan smiled and placed his arm over your shoulders. 

“You, my fair lady, are staying in a room with me, room 301, while Richard and Dean stay in room 302.” He said. You looked down and blushed lightly. The elevator dinged, signaling that you were on the third floor. You all walked out of the elevator and to your respective rooms. You turned and looked at your three friends. 

“Let’s all take tonight to settle in and catch up on sleep. Tomorrow we can meet for breakfast and then go look around, how does that sound?” You asked. The three nodded. 

“Sounds good to me.” Dean said, Richard nodding in agreement.

“See you all tomorrow morning.” Aidan said as he unlocked the door and led you in, placing his hand on the small of your back, sending slight shivers up your spine. You walked into your hotel room and gasped. It was beautiful. You walked over and gently ran your fingers along the blanket. It felt like satin. Aidan smiled as he watched you examine the bed. You looked back at him. 

“How the hell did we afford all of this?” You asked. Aidan smirked.

"Darlin', we're actors. We star in movies. We get paid a lot." He said. You chuckled and nodded, looking down at the bed. 

"That is true." You said. You looked out across the darkening sky, then yawned. Aidan smiled at you. 

"Why don't you get changed and sleep. I have a few things that I need to take care of." He said. You nodded tiredly and opened your suitcase, taking out your toiletries and pajamas. You walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it. Aidan took a room key, and went to pay his friends a visit.  

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Aidan knocked on the door. It opened to reveal Dean, who looked like he had just showered and changed into a sweatshirt and sweatpants. 

"Hey man." Dean said, opening the door wider for Aidan to step in. Aidan smiled at his fellow actor. He walked over and sat on the second bed. Richard, who had been laying on his back and looking at his phone scrolling through social media, turned it off and looked at his friend. 

"Is she asleep?" He asked. Aidan nodded. 

"I should think so. She looked pretty tired," he looked down at his hands, a gentle smile crossing his lips. He looked up at the two other males. "Do you have them?" He asked. Dean nodded and pointed to the two boxes beside Aidan. 

"Took a lot of effort to keep them out of her line of sight when we picked up our luggage at the airport." Dean said. Aidan picked up the first box and opened it, tucking back the white tissue paper. 

"Do you think she'll like it?" He asked, putting the tissue paper back and closing the lid. Richard nodded. 

"I think she'll love it. She'll look amazing in it as well." He said. Aidan nodded. 

"Right then, I'm going to go check on her," Aidan said, picking up the boxes. He looked back at the two males. "Where do you think we should take her shopping tomorrow?" Aidan asked. Richard shrugged. 

“Well, what does she always talk about wanting if she got to go to Japan?” Richard asked. 

“Ah, I see now.” Dean said, smiling. Richard smiled and nodded. 

“We’ll tell her in the morning?” Aidan asked. The two nodded. Aidan smiled back and left. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aidan walked into the hotel room he shared with you. He gently closed the door, stopping it with his foot to keep it from slamming shut and waking you up. He quietly walked in. He saw you sleeping in the single bed, one hand resting by your face, the other resting on the pillow. You wore your crop top pajamas again. Your [H/C] hair was fanned out around your head. Aidan smiled gently at your sleeping form. He quickly, yet quietly walked over to the bathroom and put the two boxes on the floor. He closed the bathroom door and walked out. He stopped by the bed. He looked at you for a little while. He stared at your lips. They looked so kissable. Maybe he could sneak one little kiss. He shook his head, mentally scolding himself. He didn't want to frighten you by moving too fast. Besides, you didn't even know about his feelings for you yet. He sighed and walked to the bathroom, minding the presents and changed out of his clothes into a tank top and pajama pants. He walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light and walked over to the bed again. He sat down on the edge. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. Aidan looked back at your sleeping face. He gently pulled back the blankets and slipped underneath them. He turned over on his side and faced you. He reached over and gently stroked your cheek with his fingers. You moved your head slightly, causing him to freeze. You fell back asleep, not waking again. Aidan pulled his hand back and sighed. He turned over on his back and fell asleep as well. Waiting to see what the next day would bring.

 //Here is part two of the imagine. I hope you all like it. Feel free to comment what you think about it. Please don't forget to follow, like and comment.//

[connorswhisk]

mistletoe ain’t all it’s cracked up to be

Summary: This holiday season, Bitty's devised a plan: stick mistletoe over every doorframe in the Haus.

This is fine. As long as Ransom makes sure not to walk into a room with Holster under any circumstances, it's fine.

Ugh. He hates this stupid plant.

also on my ao3

“Ok, you lost me,” Holster says. “Why haven’t you done this before?”

Bitty huffs, clearly none too happy about being interrupted. “I don’t know why you don’t want to hear about the new cookie recipe my Mama found, especially considering you’ll end up eating half of them, Adam, but fine. I didn’t put up mistletoe frog year because I wasn’t living in the Haus yet, and I didn’t put it up last year because I waited too long and the Stop ’N Shop ran out.”

“Wait, wait,” Ransom cuts in. “Murder Stop ’N Shop or Smelly Stop ’N Shop?”

Bitty sighs and gives him a Look, but Ransom just shrugs. It’s an important question.

“Murder Stop ’N Shop, who do you think I am? I don’t want my mistletoe stinkin’ like the LAX team’s locker room.”

(“Nice,” Holster says, nodding sagely. Ransom elbows him.)

“Anyway,” Bitty says. “I went ahead and got there early this month.” He lifts a sprig triumphantly. “And here we are. Pick me up.”

Holster crouches, grabs Bitty around the middle, and holds him up to the front doorframe.

(Ransom tries not to stare at the strip of skin showing as Holster’s sweatshirt rides up. It takes a lot of effort.)

“That should do it,” Bitty says once he’s back on the ground. “Thanks, y’all. I’m gonna go get baking, now.”

And he heads off to the kitchen.

“Got any plans?” Ransom asks. 

Holster shrugs. “Annie’s?”

“Sure.”

They start for the door at the same time, and then Holster flings out an arm and Ransom stops. 

“Oh,” he says, looking up at the cheerily green plant hanging narrowly close to directly above their heads. “Right.”

Holster steps through first, and after a beat, so does Ransom.

Holster’s smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners underneath his glasses. “With the amount of time we spend walking through doorways together, it’s bound to happen eventually,” he jokes. 

Ransom snorts. “You wish,” he chirps back.

What he doesn’t say is, That’s what I’m afraid of.

— — — 

It’s not like Ransom’s never kissed Holster before. They’re on a hockey team, they throw a lot of kegsters, large quantities of alcohol are consumed, it isn’t difficult to do the math. But those occasional drunken make-outs are just that: drunken make-outs. They don’t mean anything, not in the way Ransom wishes they could. They’re sloppy, and quick, and they taste like tub juice, and Holster seems to always end up spilling his beer on either himself, the floor, or Ransom, and they’re pointless, just a bit of fun, and…

And from what Ransom can remember of them, really fucking hot. When your best friend is a 6’6 Adonis with killer abs and eyes bluer than the Pacific ocean, that’s kind of unavoidable. It’s also why Ransom’s so terrified of all this mistletoe.

Kegster kisses don’t have to count, and they don’t. But under the mistletoe? A time-honored, over-done, clichéd holiday tradition? Odds are, if they get stuck under there, they won’t be drunk. And while Ransom knows that Holster will have no problem kissing him and then having a laugh about it, Ransom’s not sure how well his brain’s going to process the inevitable. 

He’s in love with Adam Birkholtz, and there’s really nothing to be done about it. Ransom can’t ever tell him because it’ll ruin their carefully cultivated bromance, their fucking co-captaincy, kick everything out of sync, throw a wrench into the coral reef and eff it up entirely. Holster isn’t going to return his feelings, and Ransom still can’t come to terms with that fact.

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to do that.

— — — 

“Yo, you want me to bring you back some latkes after break, right?”

Ransom scoffs. “Dude, is that even a question? Of course. You’re sure your dad won’t mind?” he tacks on as an afterthought.

Holster rolls his eyes, panting a little with the effort of bench-pressing the weight across his chest. “Are you kidding me? My dad like, gets off on cooking for other people. We can’t take him to potlucks because he ends up bringing a whole buffet.”

Ransom laughs. “Nice. I’ll make sure to get my auntie to bake you some of her ginger snaps.”

Holster sets the barbell back on the hooks and sits up, grinning widely, a drop of sweat trickling its way down from his temple. “Don’t tell Bitty, but Auntie Oluransi’s ginger snaps are probably better than his.”

Ransom says, “Careful he doesn’t hear you say that, or you’ll be banned from pie-eating for a month,” and then, “Spot me?”

“Duh,” Holster says, and they trade places.

Ransom’s just about to start lifting when Holster whispers, “Dude, check it.”

Ransom pushes himself up on his elbows and glances over at where Holster’s looking. Nursey and Dex are standing in the weight room doorway, staring up at the mistletoe Bitty had stuck to the top the week before. Nursey’s eyebrows are raised and Dex’s face is starting to redden. Chowder’s standing by, looking unsure of what to do. Ransom knows they’ve got about ten seconds before the yelling starts. 

“I mean,” Holster says, shaking his head as Dex shouts out an, Are you kidding me, Nursey?!?! “You’d think they’d realize that they don’t actually have to kiss. It’s just mistletoe.”

“Right,” Ransom says, lying back down to start lifting. “Just mistletoe.”

And then he starts thinking that even if he and Holster ended up in that situation, Holster might not even want to kiss him. He might just walk away.

Ransom isn’t sure which is the better alternative.

— — — 

He ends up getting screwed with Jada Forrester, who usually sits near him when he’s studying in the library. Ransom’s not actually that into her - sure, she’s nice, and she’s pretty cute, and she does this thing when she’s concentrating super hard where she bites down on her lip a lot, but he’s never really considered asking her out. Holster must have gotten the sense that Ransom’s more into her than he really is. 

Jada’s wearing this red Christmas dress that looks real nice on her, and she’s got a string of tinsel in her hair, and sparkly gold eyeshadow, and glitter all over her face. Ransom feels a little underdressed in his knitted sweater with the ice skates and hockey pucks on it, but his date doesn’t seem to mind, so he tries not to worry about it too much.

“This is fun,” Jada yells over the music, some bass-heavy remix of “Sleigh Ride” that’s making Ransom’s head buzz.

“Yeah,” he shouts back. “Do you want to get a drink?”

Jada nods, grabs Ransom by the hand, and pulls him over to the kitchen where the alcohol is.

“I never know what to get,” she says, staring at the table. 

“Mmm,” Ransom hums, not really paying attention. He’s just noticed Holster and Pauline Fishbein making out in the hallway. It isn’t a super heartening sight.

It’s not like Holster hasn’t had his fair share of girlfriends and hookups. It’s not like Ransom hasn’t had his, either. They’re open about it with each other, give each other dating advice and consolation after bad breakups, like any friends do. It’s normal. It’s casual. It’s not a big deal.

It’s just that this is the first year that Ransom has known how he feels about Holster. And now it seems like maybe it was all a big deal, after all.

“You like him.”

Ransom nearly jumps out of his skin. “What?”

Jada hands him a snowflake-patterned solo cup of beer and takes a sip of her own. “Adam.” She nods towards the hall. “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

Ransom stares down into his drink. “Would you believe me if I said no?”

“Not really. It’s a little obvious,” Jada says, shrugging.

Ransom’s pulse quickens. “Oh,” he says, and takes a long drink of beer. God, this is awkward. “I hadn’t realized.”

“I mean, anytime I saw you in the library, he was with you,” she continues. “And half the time you were leaning on his shoulder while you worked.”

“Uh - “ Ransom is pretty sure that half of said shoulder-leaning was automatic, that he did it without thinking because he knew that Holster would let him. The realization isn’t exactly helping his case.

“It’s ok,” Jada says, nodding. “I don’t mind. I’m guessing he doesn’t know, since he set us up.”

“No.” Ransom swallows. “He doesn’t know. I don’t know how to tell him.” He looks up at Jada. “You’re not pissed off?”

“No way, dude,” she says, eyes getting big and shaking her head. “I’m honestly just here for a good time. I’m not really looking for a hook-up or a relationship or anything.”

“Oh. Ok.”

She rolls her eyes. “Man, lighten up. How likely is it that Adam’s gonna keep seeing this girl after this party?”

Ransom shrugs. “It depends. Sometimes he goes out with them afterwards, sometimes not.”

“Ok,” Jada says. “So there’s a pretty good chance he won’t. And, bro, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he returned the feelings.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not!” she exclaims. “Seriously. Even if he isn’t into you, he’s still your best friend. I don’t think he’ll freak out if you tell him.”

“Right,” Ransom says, taking another, smaller sip. “Ok.”

Jada drains the rest of her cup. “Whatever, forget I said anything if you want. Let’s keep dancing.”

Ransom finishes off his beer, too. “Yeah, let’s keep dancing.”

They’re leaving the kitchen when Jada suddenly stops. 

Ransom frowns. “What’s up?”

“Huh,” Jada says, looking up. “Mistletoe. I didn’t even notice it when we came in.”

“Oh,” Ransom says. “Oh, yeah, our teammate put them up. I kind of forgot about them.” He looks at her. “Um. You don’t want to…?”

Jada raises an eyebrow. “Shut up,” she says, gives him a quick peck on the cheek, and drags him back out to the living room. 

Ransom spends the rest of the night drinking and dancing with Jada. He doesn’t catch sight of Holster and Pauline Fishbein again, and he doesn’t think much about it until he goes up to the attic at three in the morning and finds them in Holster’s bunk, asleep. 

He doesn’t do anything, just turns out the light and stares into the dark for what feels like hours before finally drifting off.

— — — 

Ransom manages to be in the kitchen by two. Bitty’s already in there of course, way too chipper for the morning/afternoon after Winter Screw, or any Kegster, for that matter. 

“Morning, Ransom!” 

Ransom winces. “Bits. Loud.”

Bitty rolls his eyes. “Oh, whatever. Not my fault you got drunk last night.”

Ransom’s about to fire something back when Bitty shoves a plate of scrambled eggs and a mug of his coffee in his hands, effectively shutting him up.

“I love you,” he says, and Bitty hums and goes back to whatever it is he’s doing at the counter.

Ransom sits down and mindlessly scrolls through his Twitter feed, shoving his face with eggs and trying to wake his brain up. He doesn’t really have much to do today, but he absolutely hates being hungover, even a little bit, so the sooner he gets out of this stage of post-Kegster blues, the better.

“Yo, are those eggs?” 

Ransom glances behind him. Holster’s alone. Pauline must have left.

Good.

“Here you go,” Bitty says, swooping in and giving Holster his own plate and mug. “And that’s the last of it, so if you want more, you can make it yourself.”

“Nice.” Holster sits next to Ransom, knocks shoulders with him casually, and digs in.

“Have fun last night?” Ransom asks. 

Holster shrugs, mouth full. He swallows. “Yeah, it was all right.”

Ransom looks back down at his phone. “Ok.”

“How’d things work out with Jada?”

“We just hung out,” Ransom says. “Nothing really happened.”

Holster frowns. “Oh. Shit, did I fuck up this year?”

“No,” Ransom says quickly. “It’s fine. I still had a nice time, we just…we didn’t end up doing anything.”

Holster’s quiet for a second before he nods. “Yeah, ok. Sorry, bro, I thought you were into her.”

Ransom shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Holster smiles. Ransom’s chest hurts.

“Hey,” he starts to say, though he has no idea how he’s going to finish. “I - “

He’s interrupted by Bitty blasting Beyoncé through the Bluetooth speaker, making them both wince. Nursey (who’s apparently been passed out on the couch this whole time) groans loudly, and Bitty calls, “Sorry, but it’s about time the rest of y’all got up!”

“You think Jack would let him get away with that if he were still captain?” Holster mutters. 

“Dude,” Ransom says. “I think Jack would let Bitty get away with anything. That man is whipped.”

Holster snorts and knocks his shoulder against Ransom’s again. Ransom grins.

— — —

“What time is your flight?” 

It’s an hour later, and they’re sitting on Holster’s bunk watching random episodes of 30 Rock. Ransom may not always get the hype, but he does enjoy watching it with Holster a lot, even if he’s not always paying attention. It’s been a pastime of their’s since at least sophomore year.

“Ugh.” Holster groans. “It’s at nine.”

Ransom shrugs. “Being at the airport at night is kinda fun.”

“Yeah, I guess. It’s just, y’know. Kegster.”

“Right,” Ransom says, smirking. “This is why I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Shut up.” Holster watches Liz Lemon cram a sandwich down her throat, and then he says, “I’d totally wolf my Teamster sub for you, bro.”

“Dude, I still don’t really understand what that means,” Ransom says. “But thanks. And I guess I’d do the same for you?”

Holster grins and holds out his fist. “Fuck yeah, bro.”

Ransom taps it with his own. “Fuck yeah.”

And their hands don’t really stop touching even after they fist bump, but Ransom doesn’t freak out about it, he totally doesn’t freak out about it. Nope. Not at all.

It’s not like it’s never happened before.

— — — 

“So. Latkes?” Ransom asks.

“Chyeah,” Holster says. “Latkes. Ginger snaps?”

“Ginger snaps,” Ransom agrees.

They’re in the living room. Holster’s about to leave for the airport. Ransom had offered to go with him and see him off there, but Holster’d told him he didn’t want to put him through the holiday season blitz a day earlier than Ransom has to, which, fair.

The Haus is uncharacteristically quiet. Everyone else seems to be packing to go home, too.  Ransom hasn’t even started yet, and the fact is grating at the back of his mind, but he hasn’t packed because he spent the whole day with Holster, so it’s justified.

“Well,” Holster says, adjusting the straps of his backpack and stepping backwards onto the porch, roller bag in hand. “See you in the New Year, yeah?”

“Right. See you then.”

Ransom hugs him, long and tight and full, and when he leans back, Holster whistles and says, “Hey. Mistletoe.”

Ransom freezes. No. No way. Absolutely not.

He looks up, and that stupid green plant is smiling cheerily down at him, white berries glimmering, and Ransom silently and fiercely curses it, tradition, Bitty, the holiday season, and all plants in general because why is this happening this is not supposed to happen.

“Oh,” he says, barely able to hear himself over the rush in his ears. “Yep. Haha.”

God damn it, he’s spent all this time making absolutely sure not to walk through any doorways at the same time as Holster, always on the lookout for any mistletoe, Bitty’s or otherwise, and now, on the last day that it could possibly happen, he forgets. 

Of course.

“Well.” Ransom clears his throat. “Well, we don’t have to - “

“You don’t want to?”

Ransom stops. Blinks. Holster doesn’t look embarrassed, or upset, or - or anything really. He’s just sort of looking at Ransom, shrugging. “I mean, why not, right?”

Fuck. Holster’s just standing here in his Falconers cap and his Samwell hoodie and that same stupid pair of sweatpants that he’s always wearing, and he’s about to leave for the airport to go home for two weeks, and Ransom is not going to kiss him, he isn’t, he can’t - 

“Right,” Ransom says. “Why not.”

Shit. 

Holster’s eyebrows knit together. “Hey, I mean, it’s totally cool if you don’t want to. We don’t have to kiss.”

“I…” 

Holster breaks eye contact with him. “It’s fine, bro. I mean, I was halfway joking anyway - “

Ransom kisses him. It’s quick and messy and a little bit wet (gross), and it’s also really, really nice.

“Oh,” Holster says once Ransom leans back. “Ok then.”

“I’ll see you next year,” Ransom says. “Next year.”

“Yeah,” Holster mutters, blinking. His cheeks are dusted a rosy pink color, and Ransom can’t be sure if it’s from the cold or what. “Yeah, yeah.”

Ransom holds out a fist. Holster seems to shake himself awake. He grins and bumps it.

“Have a good time, bro,” he says.

“Have a good time,” Ransom repeats. He’s still not totally sure what just happened.

“Say hi to your sisters for me!” Holster calls out as he’s getting into his car. 

“Say hi to yours!” Ransom calls back, and once Holster’s gone, he shuts the door, slides down the wall, and just sits. 

He doesn’t know what’s going to happen now, but he does know that this is gonna be one hell of a New Year.

[bby-ahgastay]

Smoking Buddies (pt.2/?) - H.J.S.

a/n: this is pretty long ig huh. sorry it took so long, i had like three different versions for a second and it took a while to actually end up with this. anyways, can y'all tell i've been in a very soft mood lately? this might be fluffier than you guys (or i) expected but i miss my crush and i just want to hug him again, so i showed it through this i guess :(. hope you enjoy it thank you for reading!

member: han jisung (stray kids)

summary: after a heated make out session right behind chan and changbin you and jisung go back to his apartment for soft and sorta sleepy sex.

word count: 3.5k

(1) / (2) / (3)

warnings: mentions of smoking weed, oral (female receiving), soft cuddly sex.

when jisung and you arrive at his place he doesn't hesitate to push you against the door as soon as it closes. he still manages to be so gentle with you, staring lovingly into your eyes. the two of you have come down from your highs considerably by now, a sleepy feeling beginning to come over you both.

"god, i'm so happy this is actually happening... i can't wait to get to know every part of you," the words are mumbled and make your face heat up. he moves down to kiss you, slow and passionate. his lips move over yours tenderly, everything slowing down around you as you fall further and further into just him.

as you lose yourself in his touch it's hard for you to remember the point in time you would go back your dorm and see your roommate still up, waiting up for you to get home from hanging out with changbin, han, and chan. this was when you had started getting more comfortable around the boys and were just starting to spend more and more time with them.

ryujin always knew when you'd be coming home late and had no doubt that you would be ready to go on about jisung. so she waited up to let you talk to her about him, knowing you needed someone for that. and one time she told you that, too.

"start coming home earlier, y/n-yah! i miss that extra two hours of sleep!"

"hey, no one said you have to wait for me! i have a key, too, you know," you pouted back her. she had given you a dramatic eye roll and sigh in return, deadpanning back to you afterwards.

"you know it's only because i know you're getting a crush on that jinyoung kid, right?"

"jisung, he’s older than us and therefore not a kid, and no i'm not!"

"yes you are, like i'm so sure you are. and i know how much i usually want to talk about my crushes too. so i'm just helping you out, love."

after that night you had stopped talking about him so much. you still thought of him plenty, but no one had to know that. ryujin is still your roommate, and your best friend. you can’t help wondering what she’ll say when you tell her about all this. she's older than you but not even by much, you two were still born in the same year. but something about how she carries herself made her seem so wise and made you feel like her opinion matters a lot for some reason. maybe you could say you'd admired her a little.

when she told you this though, you were definitely a little embarrassed. all three of them flirted with you by then so you had figured that it all meant nothing. and with that decided, you thought han would never like you.

but now his tongue runs over your bottom lip, taking it in his teeth playfully. you look up at him smiling when he pulls away. "i feel so lucky that you’re kissing me right now, sungie... it’s like a dream come true," you giggle, one hand on his bicep and the other combing through the front of his hair tenderly.

his heart flutters at your words for sure, especially with your eyes sparkling up at him like that. he's wanted this for a long time, too. as long as he's known you. he never would have thought that he could actually have you alone and in his arms, letting him kiss and touch you.

there were many nights he would go bother either of his hyungs to talk about you, laying his head in chan's lap or laying on top of changbin’s back. he’d sigh wistfully as he spoke about how you found stupid things funny, and how you seem like a good dresser, and how he thinks you do your makeup nice, and just about anything else he could think of. at first they just thought their hannie was excited to have a new friend, but when they saw it wasn't just that they immediately turned it into a joke.

"you like her! you like our little baby y/n?!"  they exclaimed on the day they had cornered him. the two elders were discussing not only how jisung talking about you had started to seem almost constant, but also how he was sounding a bit smitten too.

his denial was what had caused them to start flirting with you in the first place. "if he won't admit it, we'll break him into admitting it," chan and changbin had shared many giggles and many blunts while going over the matter together. after so long they both began to wonder if it was almost a little evil, forcing their younger friend to watch them flirt with the girl they knew he had liked. but hey, it worked right?

jisung knows that he's the lucky one here, he has no doubt about it at all, and hearing you say that you really think otherwise could probably break his heart. but no way would he let you know that you're affecting him like that. not right now.

so to recover from the moment he just shakes his head and kisses you again. he doesn't even have to say anything, his lips on yours speak a thousand words and it's enough for you. then you're both just focused on each other again. his lips are back on your neck in no time, only adding to the seemingly endless collection of hickeys you've gathered from him today.

"fuck, i just remembered how bad i wanted to taste you earlier... come on, baby, let's go to my room," he whispers in your ear, and you feel as if you were in a trance. when you look at him, you see a harsh and demanding demeanor barely hidden behind the sweet facade his eyes hold. just the look he gives you is enough to get you to nod and follow him eagerly to his bedroom.

not that you’d even need any guidance to the room. you’re as familiar with this apartment as you are your own childhood home. and there were definitely many nights you would have to text ryujin that the boys had once again convinced you to stay the night. sometimes the four of you would set up a huge bed of blankets on the floor in the living room, watching movies and smoking and talking until you knew you had to go to sleep. but other times, if maybe one of the boys had something to take care of early or if you had a morning class, you would all agree not to go all out.

so instead you would always end up staying in jisung's room, him just usually the first to offer. the first few times you slept in there he insisted on sleeping on the floor, a fight you were never able to win. then there was eventually a night where he gave up easily, a bad day leaving a strong craving for his bed that night, and being close to you sounded like a huge bonus. 

you had let him fall into your arms, soothingly running a hand through his hair as the other rubbed his back. he still thinks about how you sat and listened to him, making soft sounds every once in a while to show you were paying attention. he’s pretty sure that’s the night he realized he loves you. and after that it was no longer weird for you to cuddle and share a bed, something that he was proud of even though it was purely innocent in his mind.

once the door is closed behind you guys, jisung stands in front of you to look down at you with fond eyes. you're both in a daze, the drowsy feeling from coming down mixed with just touching each other leaves your eyelids hooded and chests heaving. one of his thumbs brushed across your bottom lip, his other hand rubbing your hip underneath the baggy sweatshirt.

you can't look anywhere but at him, everything else dulling in comparison to the way his eyes are sparkling even with how the fatigue is beginning to darken the area around them. his hands run across your body on top of the fabric as he moves up to unzip your sweater, pushing it off of you completely and sliding his hands over the skin on your sides. stepping away for a seconds he slides his hands under your tank top to move it up, watching the way your boobs bounce slightly when they’re freed from the thin material.

his hands don't stop wandering your body; groping your ass over your sweatpants, digging his fingers into your hips to drag you against his clothed bulge every once in a while, running up and down your back, brushing against your boobs attentively. the way his touch makes you light up gives you the urge to touch him as well, wanting to feel all of him you can.

your hands go under his shirt and he's nearly amused by the cute little pout you get as you push the material up, your eyes asking him to take it off. thinking about you in the way he's gotten to know you so well, it's really quite funny to think about how needy you're getting for him right now. the only thing that keeps him from laughing is just looking at you. it kills him how you still manage to look so innocent, your small figure staring up at him with your bottom lip out and your eyes wide.

you're glad when he pulls his shirt off, but he doesn't give you much time to enjoy it as he begins pushing your sweatpants down. your panties go down with them, jisung letting you hold his hand while you step out of your shoes and pants.

after you kick the pile aside on the floor his hands are on your hips, guiding you backward towards the edge of his bed. he lowers you onto the foot of the mattress and kneels on the floor in front of you. gazing down at him in excitement, you feel his lips on your thigh already start to make you feel so, so good.

he places his hands on your stomach and gently pushes you back to have you lay back as his kisses inch closer to your heat. you breathe heavier in anticipation, aching for him to touch you. his hands go to your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders so he can get closer to you.

jisung has a hard time taking his eyes off of you laid out for him like this. he's imagined this for a while now, and he couldn't be happier that he's finally going to be the one who gets to please you. he has take a second to appreciate it all, like how you're already breathing so heavily just thinking about him touching you. or how your hands are so naturally resting on your tits, not even realizing yourself gently kneading and pinching at them.

you look more beautiful than he could ever imagine, and having you laid out waiting for him to do something to you has his cock aching in his boxers.

when you first feel his tongue run over your folds a moan falls past your lips before you can even realize it. you blush a little and one hand goes to cover your mouth but jisung just smirks against you.

"no one is home yet, baby, don't worry... let me hear your pretty sounds, okay?" you look down at him, his lips glistening with your juices. you nod slowly as he licks his lips, head falling back when he returns to your core. the way his tongue works on your clit and moves to push inside you has sounds pouring from your mouth, only encouraging him further and further.

you slightly roll your hips up, wanting more. one of his arms falls across your hips to push you down and the other hand goes to push two fingers inside you. you gasp at the feeling, clenching around his digits.

it doesn't take too long, and maybe it is just a little too quick. but with the way it feels to have his long fingers inside of you and his mouth so deliciously attached to your clit, not to mention the drug still amplifying every sensation, you know you're already close. you don't usually cum so quick, but han jisung just knows how to make you feel amazing apparently. how did you not do this sooner?

"oh, fuck, y/n," his head comes up, hair in his eyes as he looks up at your whining figure. "you're gonna cum already, huh? i can fucking feel it with how much you’re clenching around my fingers, baby," he groans, watching his fingers moving in and out of you.

he speeds up and seems to hit that perfect spot every time his fingers are pounding back into you. all that's heard in the room is the sound of his fingers moving in you and his name leaving your mouth repeatedly as you're pushed closer to the edge.

once he ducks his head back down to suck at your bundle of nerves you know that's it, and you're letting out high pitched moans as you come around his fingers.

"you're so hot, i swear," he groans while watching you. his eyes linger a moment on how your walls are gripping around his fingers. you look up at him as he slows down for a moment, meeting his eyes and seeing the cocky glint in them. "and so tight, jesus... if you're this tight around my fingers, i don't even know if you can take my dick, jagiya," you can tell he's half kidding, but a smug expression is stuck on his face as he chuckles a little.

and the joking undertone reminds you for a moment that he's still the same jisung you've gotten to know. the one who has always been there to make you laugh and who you know you'll always be more comfortable around than anyone else in the world. the one who you think you may have come to be in love with.

your thoughts are mushy and way too sweet for the way he looks up at you so sure of himself, the wetness from your pussy still glistening on his lips and chin. he looks hotter than you could ever process, you almost feel flustered. but you don't want him to feel the satisfaction of that fact, so you roll your eyes and look down at him again. "i'm so sure," you tease him. his eyebrows go up a little, fake shock and hurt on his face.

"are you saying you think i'm small?" he gasps, standing up. you crawl further up the bed, sitting near the pillows and shrugging. your eyes don't leave him as he goes to his dresser, pulling open a drawer and taking out a condom. he tugs his pants off to roll it on. you watch and take in every detail you can, noticing one vein that’s especially prominent on the side. well, he's definitely not small.

and then in a second he's hovering over you, eyes still just as confident as he looks up and down your entire body. he's good at playing the whole smug guy character, but you can still see the sweet look behind it all. 'i guess you really are good at hiding it, han jisung,' you think adoringly to yourself, 'but i still know you're just a smushy little shy boy.' it will be a cold day in hell when you don't let him take control over you, though. and you already can tell there's going to be many levels to his dominance all to be explored eventually, an exciting thought for sure.

"well then i'm just gonna have to shut you up," he brings his hand up. you know exactly what to do for him, opening your mouth to take his fingers in and sucking them clean of your own juices. and then he's pushing into you without warning, your mouth falling open as he does. stopping for a moment, his fingers are pulled from your mouth as he looks down at you.

your jaw is taken in one hand to make you look at him, his touch ever so gentle. concern is written over his face, silently asking if you're good. you hum and nod, smiling from the satisfying feeling of him stretching you out. as he rocks into you slowly, sweet kisses are left all over your forehead and cheeks and nose and lips and anywhere else he can reach.

you look up at him as his member drags against your walls delightfully. he really does look sleepy and you're sure you do too, but his fluffy hair and swollen lips make him look so soft and cuddly in the most charming way. his hands pin your hips to the bed, one of yours going to run through his hair and the other going to his cheek.

while the pace is slow, it still feels better than any you've ever had. the fact that the first time you two are having sex is so mushy and loving like this definitely makes it better in your mind, you know it will always be a heartwarming memory no matter what happens between you two.

"sungie, oh my god... shit, you feel so good," you breathe out, head falling back into the pillows. he leaves a kiss on your neck before bringing one hand to lift your head back up, pressing his lips on yours as you clench around him.

he was right before, you really were so tight around his cock and it was driving him crazy. that and the sight of himself moving in and out of your wet pussy had him already close, but no way was he going to miss seeing you cum again.

"you feel good around me too, baby. i guess i did fit, but you are so fucking tight y/n. jesus," he gives an extra hard thrust, forcing a moan from you. you let out a low, pleased hum as he begins pounding into you harder and deeper, your eyes rolling back as he hits unimaginable spots. the smirk never leaves his face as the way you moan his name is almost unintelligible, your words slurred from pleasure and the sluggishness starting to take over. fortunately his dick is more than enough to keep you awake.

one hand goes down to rub circles into your clit, his hips speeding up slightly. him drilling into you just right has you pulling him closer to you to attach your lips again and moaning against him. his other hand is tangled in your long hair, elbow near your head to support himself. you know for a fact that you're still a little stoned, your body is tingling comfortingly and it makes you feel jisung's touches twenty times better. your body is on fire and there's no way to keep you from cumming anymore.

jisung has to pull away from the kiss as you release around him, the feeling triggering his own orgasm and pulling a few throaty moans from him. you both clutch each other tightly, your head buried into his neck as he continues to fuck you, sloppier now, just to work you both through your highs.

you whine a little when he pulls out of you, squirming under him a bit. leaving a kiss on your forehead he stands up to throw away the condom.

you catch your breath and watch him as he moves, getting comfortable by curling up under the blanket with your head peeking out on top of his pillows. just yesterday you'd think it would be impossible you would ever get to do that with jisung. but you're beyond happy you did and not a single fiber of you regrets it.

especially not while you watch how he hurries back over to the bed from the trash can near the door, lifting the covers up and diving in with you. he comes up behind you and hugs you close, nuzzling his head into your bare shoulder. a chuckle falls past your lips as you look back him, mumbling a small 'what.'

"i heard my hyungs in the kitchen, who knows how long they've been back," he cringes at you, his nose scrunching up adorably. your mouth falls open and you shift to face him.

"oh my god!"

"i know..."

"aw, no... do you think maybe they might have not heard anything?" you pout hopefully up at him.

he winces and shakes his head. "ahh, they sounded pretty settled in, like they've been here a while. i'm sure they did hear you moaning my name at some point," his tone is purely playful but you still whine, hitting his chest lightly.

"shut up."

"never."

and neither of you say anything else, his arms pulling you tighter against him. he leaves a small kiss on your nose, then he closes his eyes and settles in more. it's not long before you hear his soft snores. and you know it won't be too much longer before you're out too.

no other time you've been in his arms has been so blissful. any other time has always been borderline painful, your mind never letting you forget how he didn't feel the way you did. you're glad you were wrong. 'i definitely love him' you think to yourself.

you nearly feel overwhelmed with how your heart fills to the brim with love as you stare admiringly up at the peaceful looking boy. stopping yourself from reaching out to squish his cheeks isn't easy, but you manage. instead you bring a hand up to push aside some hair that was falling over his eyes, stroking his cheek lightly after.

being in his arms makes you feel just so completely and absolutely safe. it's so hard to remember that this is real. you stop looking at him and rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and letting sleep take you.

[wienerbarnes]

Old Friend

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,333

Warnings: nothing this time! warm feelings

A/N: ok so I have an idea but it'd kind of be a bigger plot point for this universe so I'm gonna try and do some head cannons to fill in some gaps before writing the next big part! feel free to send in any ideas! ill write em if they strike the inspo :)

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

“Bucky! You’re finally back!”

Your body jumped into his arms with excitement, happiness and joy radiating off of your body immediately causing a toothy smile to grow on his face. He caught you in his arms, wrapping both around your waist and lifting up off the ground, your arms curling around his neck.

“Sorry, I was longer than expected.” Bucky says, slowly letting you down back on your feet.

What was supposed to be a week long investigation in London turn into seven weeks as a string of human trafficking crimes were tied to more and more people, forcing him and Sam to extend their stay.

Bucky enters your apartment and makes his way to one of your cabinets, taking out two placemats, a set of plates, and silverware as he watches you make your way back to the stove. Regardless of the fact that he’s been away for a while, the two of you seem to fall back into rhythm as though nothing’s changed.

“I found this easy tomato soup recipe so I made it with some grilled cheese sandwiches,” You explain, slowly stirring the red liquid in the pot. You don’t turn around but Bucky can hear the proud smile in your voice. “I even remembered to wash my hands this time,”

“I missed you.” He says suddenly, seemingly not being able to hold himself back. You pause your stirring and look over your shoulder back at him, “I missed you, too, Bucky.” A wide smile spreading across your face.

Something changed in him the last seven weeks.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. At first it was worry; constantly wondering if you were safe, if you had gotten yourself into any complicated situations without him around to help you. Everytime Sam’s phone would ring, a part of him was terrified that it was a phone call to inform him that you had been found and were being transported back to prison. You don’t have a phone or any other means of communication, so it was hard for him to constantly be worrying without any way of checking in on you.

Soon, the worry was replaced with longing. He began to miss your different colored hair, always changing it up for appearance, but also you making him guess what color you were going next before not telling him anyway. He missed the way you were always coloring your nails, changing out your earrings everyday with something new and colorful, the way you would tell him awful jokes he’d heard a thousand times before, jokes that would make blush and cringe, the way you’d tell him stories from your past; the fact that you trust him enough to do so in the first place.

Everything he saw in London reminded him of you in some way. Everything he saw, he wished you were there with him to share it with. He couldn’t wait to tell you about the people, the buildings, the food; he could only imagine the way you’d fake an accent to see how long you could get away with it around locals or the way you’d tease about how “they’re driving on the wrong side of the road.”

“Oh! I forgot to tell you, I did a thing!” You snap him out of his thoughts with the placement of the soup bowl and two sandwiches on the table in front of him. He sits down and his eyes widen as you pull down your pants.

He doesn’t have time to be distracted with your lime green cheeky underwear because he’s distracted by the large outline of a tattoo running down your leg.

There’s no shading or color, only black lines that outline countless flowers and leaves, lines filling in the spaces in between. The tattoo spans from the top of your thigh, disappearing in between your inner thighs and trailing down to your ankle. You twist your leg in a bit to show how it wraps around, and you're completely unaware of the look on Bucky’s face. He never knew he had a thing for tattoos until now.

He closes his eyes while you're not looking, trying to calm the heat he can feel against his neck and ears.

“How did- How did you even do that?” He asks, glancing up at the smile on your face as you stare down at your own leg.

“Okay, so- I found this cool tattoo shop, right? And I go in and they tell me that I need an ID and money, both of which I obviously don’t have, so I left. And then,” You pause to shove your tomato-soaked cheese sandwich into your mouth, red liquid dripping from the corners of your mouth, barely making it onto the plate and dirtying the cloth underneath.

“Then, this guy comes out of nowhere from the shop and he says that he’d be happy to tattoo me for free so he can build his portfolio! So, that’s what I did!” You finish explaining.

“Was he like… sterile?”

“Duh, Bucky. What kind of person do you take me for?” You reassure him.

He pushes both thoughts of another guy rubbing on your thighs and the amount of risk that came with pulling that stunt as you both catch up on each other’s lives. He tells you about London, you tell him about the tattoo experience, he tells you about London life, you tell him about your trips to the fresh market and how you’ve been getting better and better at cooking.

He’s washing the dishes while you towel dry them and put them away in your small cupboard when he brings up an idea to you.

“So, I want you to meet a friend of mine.” He suggests to you.

“Bucky, you know I can’t meet any of your friends.” You respond, deflated, after a moment of silence.

“I know what you're thinking, but I promise this guy is as safe as safe can be. I was thinking of taking a drive to visit him tomorrow, and I think you guys would get along well.” He continues soaping up the china in the sink, but doesn’t look at you; he can guess the nervous look on your face as he senses your tension and hears the increased beat of your heart.

“... Are you trying to set me up with this guy?” You ask, offense present in your voice.

A chuckle escapes him, “I think this guy is… a little out of your age range. Look,” He turns off the water as you dry off the last plate. “Do you trust me?”

“With everything.” You say without an ounce of hesitation.

“Then come with me tomorrow.”

After a moment of thought and consideration, you agree.

…

“I didn’t know you had a car!”

“Got it just for you, doll.”

“Is your license even in date? Have you had your vision checked recently, old man?”

He closes the door behind him and makes his way to the passenger side to open the car door for you, “We’ve got a bit of a drive, I figured this was more comfortable than the bike.”

You’ve dressed up today, a pair of shorts that show off your tattoo, with a large long-sleeved t-shirt adorning your frame, a mis-matched jacket and sweatshirt hanging off of your shoulders. He likes that you’ve got a thing for layers, and he’ll never get over the comfort you take in having fun with your appearance.

A two and a half hour drive leads you both to a reserved house, trees and bushes decorating the front of the property and a basic Welcome Home sign hanging from the door.

“Bucky… who do you know that lives all the way out here?” You ask as he parks. As much as she trusts him, she had nightmares about who she would be meeting today. Her biggest fear was Sam or Sharon. As full of love Bucky is, she wasn’t sure his friends would feel the same; they have a large responsibility and clearly value their job and their morals, which would make it hard for them to see her in the same light Bucky sees her in.

“You’ll see, babe. Just relax, c’mon.” Bucky says, turning off the car and opening the door. You can’t help the warmth flooding your face at the pet name and you hope Bucky doesn’t notice enough to tease you about it as he opens your door for you.

Bucky flips through his keys as you both approach the porch and he finally sticks a silver one into the lock, turning it to the left.

“Must know them pretty well to have a spare key.”

“You have no idea,” Bucky mumbles.

“Steve?” Bucky calls out into the house.

“Back here, Buck!” A raspier voice echoes back.

A elderly man steps out from a side hallway. A friendly smile sits on his face, and you return it, not being able to help it at the sight of a nice-looking old man in a sweater and soft looking slacks.

“I’m Steve. It's a pleasure to meet you.” He holds out a hand, and you shake it, replying with your name as well.

“Sweetheart, this is Steve Rogers.” Bucky informs you.

You freeze, smile dropping from your face and hand pausing in Steves.

“Steve… Rogers? The Steve Rogers? Like- Captain America? But… You-You died!” You exclaim.

“I did, didn’t I,” Steve laughs out, releasing your hand. “Have you eaten?” He asks.

“What the fuck?” You ask, seemingly more confused by that question than the fact that Steve Rogers is, 1: Old, and 2: Alive and well living in a beautiful home in the outskirts of New York.

Another laugh sounds from the older man, “Why don’t you have a seat, I’ll make you guys something, I’m sure you’re hungry after the drive.” He trails off, making his way to the kitchen.

“Wow, nice to see you're a chef now. You’ve come a long way from having no taste buds a century ago.” Bucky jokes, a light smile on his face as he makes his way after Steve towards the kitchen island.

This isn’t fucking real right now. Who else is the government hiding? Cobain? Kennedy? How the fuck am I in Captain America’s super nicely furnished-old-timey style-house that’s hidden away in paradise? It’s so different for you to see Bucky so relaxed. He looks incredibly carefree, joking around, teasing with his best friend. It makes you feel warm inside to see him this way, because as much as the two of you get along, it is rare to see him so happy and bubbly.

You glance around the walls, the place definitely embodying the aesthetic of Steve Rogers, with wooden accents to furniture and decor  and copious amounts of pictures everywhere. Him and his wife, pictures of young adults and children, his kids and grand-kids and great-grand-kids you assume, some of Bucky, both old and new, some of Sam and Sharon.

As the three of you talk, Bucky realizes that he didn’t remember the fact that you were dusted in the snap as he was. You were in the prison when it happened, and it was where you returned when everyone was brought back, but it was large news that Steve Rogers sacrificed his life for the world, along with Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, and other heroes. He watches you and Steve interact easily, as though you’ve known each other forever, as he tells you about his time returning the stones, the way he lived when he returned to the forties for good, what it was like seeing life evolve as he already knew it in his mind.

You asked question after question, like a child meeting their favorite celebrity or going on a field trip to their favorite place. You were animated with your questions, exaggerating your thoughts with your hands, all while cursing like a sailor with your vulgar language, all of which Steve loved.

He knew the talking-to he was going to receive from Steve later, he saw it in the look he gave him when he entered the kitchen behind him. He has never brought anyone to see Steve, besides Sam, of course, let alone a girl. This most definitely looks like you and him are in some sort of relationship; this is pretty much the equivalent of meeting the family. Or at least, as much family as he can get away with for now.

He’s not going to know what to respond when Steve asks him about you. In regards to anything; whether or not you two are dating, whether or not he’s going to tell Sam or Sharon, what his feelings are for you. Does he have feelings for you?

The rest of the afternoon is spent sharing stories, looking at pictures, and more and he can see how happy you’ve acted since being here. It’s definitely been a change in your routine for the past two years as you’ve really grown into yourself again.

Bucky’s brain doesn’t shut up the entire drive back to your apartment. He thinks about long drives with you every weekend, he thinks about you meeting the other people that are important to him, he thinks about finding a way to get you a new identity, but cringes at the thought of having to call you another name other than your own. He constantly glances at your sleeping body in the passenger seat next to him, facial features soft as you dream, mouth open just a bit where he can hear the softest snores. You’re using his jacket as a pillow as your sock-covered feet are curled beneath you in the seat.

He sits in his car for a few minutes after dropping you off at the door of your apartment, refusing your invitation inside with a made-up excuse about checking on Alpine and needing to change her box and food, even though he’d bet anything that that cat is fast asleep on his pillow.

He takes a deep breath before taking out his phone and selecting a contact from his favorites. It rings twice before he hears a voice on the other end.

“Hey, Sam? You free? I wanna… I wanna talk to you about something.”

[tiredb0igivemesugars]

The Best Christmas

Summary: the reader doesn’t like Christmas but their boyfriend Peter wants them to have the best Christmas ever.

Pairing: gender neutral!reader x Peter Parker 

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: some swearing, drunkness and sexual themes mentioned.

Notes: So it has literally been forever since I posted anything but here’s a little something for Christmas. Sorry for any errors!

The last school day before Christmas break starts was officially over. Walking home now in the cold New York weather, you could see how your school got smaller and smaller. You dragged your feet along the pavement. The weather had been unsteady for the week, going as low as 20 on the coldest days, there were a few warmer days after those, causing the snow to melt and create very slippery ice all over the place. It was snowing again, a thin layer of snow already covering the ice. The small rocks that were spread across the streets to make them less slippery were your source of entertainment for the way home. You kicked the small rocks forward with your dragging feet, creating long marks on the snow, you smiled to yourself. It was nice to have a break from school since who the hell likes school, but you weren’t that thrilled about Christmas. You had been called the grinch by your friends as a joke since you pretty much hated Christmas, you just didn’t get it. The whole idea of it. Your boyfriend Peter on the other hand was the most Christmas person you had ever met, he was asking you what you want for Christmas in September for christ’ sake. Peter had been shocked when he found out that you didn’t celebrate Christmas and he made it his life mission to make you have the best Christmas in your life. Speaking of Christmas presents, you had no idea what to get Peter, you tried to ask your friends and even some of the Avengers what you could get him, but all of the ideas seemed rather silly and unnecessary. You would personally love something useful for Christmas and honestly, a useful present seemed the best and safest, which begged the question: ”What does Peter need?”

”Y/n!” You heard the familiar voice of Peter Parker yell. You turned around to see him sprinting across the ice, making no effort in not trying to fall, which he did do. He fell, flew across the air towards you before his stomach hit the ground, right by your feet. ”Hi,” was all Peter said when he saw you, now much closer. ”Don’t run on the ice,” you said as you helped Peter stand up and began walking with him. Your hand found its familiar place within Peter’s. ”Any Christmas plans?” Peter asked. You sighed before answering. ”No. Just a regular day for me,” you said, knowing well that Peter was aware of your plans, he must be working on something. ”It’s not a regular day anymore, you’re spending Christmas with me!” Peter exclaimed as he jumped in front of you, almost falling, again. You reached forward a little to help Peter restore his balance and continued your way forward, ”I guess I’ll come since I have nothing better to do. Do I have to wear something nice?” You finally gave in. ”Nothing too nice, like what you’d wear to a job interview,” Peter explained, more calm this time. You nodded.

Peter’s home smelled nice, it always did. Aunt May burned a lot of Christmas scented candles in the apartment, which kind of ruined the original smell of the place, but you didn’t complain. She greeted the two of you by yelling from the kitchen when you entered Peter’s home. ”Hi Aunt May! Y/n is going to stay over for a couple of hours,” Peter yelled. ”Okay, keep the door cracked!” May yelled back. The idea was to study but knowing Peter, you doubted it. You could maybe be able to do one math equation and read one chapter of some subject before Peter came up with something else. Last week it was you throwing something at him while he had his eyes closed, the idea behind this was to test his spidey-sense. But this week, it was going to be something different, you could see it in him. When he sat a little closer to you than usual on the floor when he loomed over you for a little longer as he reached over you to grab a book. You were sure of it when he placed a hand on your thigh. ”Peter,” you finally said, not really knowing how you were going to continue. You had kissed before, made out, dry humped each other, but you had a feeling Peter was after more today. You weren’t opposed to the idea, but his aunt was home, his door wasn’t even closed. Peter closed the book that was laid out in front of you and threw it somewhere in the room. He sat before you, his hand now on your cheek, caressing it. ”What?” He answered, looking almost smug. ”What are you after?” You asked, staring at him with tired eyes. ”Do I need to be after something if I want to kiss my darling?” Peter asked, trying to act innocent. You smiled a little, finding it heartwarming when he called you darling. ”Okay fine, but just one kiss. Then we’ll continue with our homework,” you gave in. Peter smiled as he placed his lips on yours, now both hands framing your face.

You returned the kiss, letting Peter’s tongue enter your mouth, but not too much. You felt Peter’s other hand leave your face, grabbing your waist. He pulled you towards him, that’s when you broke off. ”No I’m not going to sit in your lap, I’ll crush you,” you whined, already knowing you’d gone too far, now things needed finishing. Peter blew a raspberry with his mouth as he pulled you into his lap ”I’ve been crushed by a building before. You’re a feather,” he said as he sweetly kissed your cheek. You tried to support your weight with your knees, but Peter noticed what you were doing and made you settle down. ”Peter I’m going to get take out, what do you guys want?” May yelled from the front door. Peter looked at you, waiting for you to tell him what you wanted. ”Just something with chicken is fine,” you almost whispered. ”Lot’s of chicken, all they can spare!” Peter yelled, earning a small smack from you. The front door closed, May had left, leaving you two alone.

Peter’s lips returned to yours, now hungrier. His hands roamed you up and down your sides. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your fingers tugged on his hair. He eventually moved from your mouth to your neck, breathing heavily he nibbled on your neck, you were glad you brought a scarf along. It was like electricity, shooting throughout your body. You didn’t even realise what kind of noises you were letting out until Peter called your name. ”What?” You asked, out of breath. ”The bed,” he said, more of a question even if it wasn’t structured in that way. Before you had the chance to even think about what to answer, the front door opened. You immediately sprinted out of Peter’s lap to sit on the bed, as far away from Peter as possible to catch your breath. ”Peter! Y/n! I’m back. They, unfortunately, said that they can’t give me all their chicken but I got enough for a family of five so come dig in!” Aunt May yelled as she swung through the apartment to place to food on the table. ”Yeah we’ll be out in a minute,” Peter yelled. You both needed a minute, you needed a scarf.

Once your heart rate had gone down enough, you stood up and grabbed the scarf from your bag. ”You ready?” You asked Peter who was still sat on the floor. Peter smiled as he jumped up and grabbed your hand and led you into the kitchen. Peter and May had a full-blown conversation, which might’ve been an argument, it was hard to tell but they laughed at one point so maybe not. May asked you about your Christmas plans, you explained that it was nothing special, not sure if it was okay to tell May that you had been invited to spend Christmas with Peter.

Peter walked you back home around eight. Happy was coming to get you at 5 PM the next day, that’s what Peter told you. You kissed him goodbye outside before going in. It was time to worry about what to get Peter. You stayed up late, thinking. At 2 in the morning, you got the idea, sure it was sappy but it was something. You immediately emailed a shop asking if your order would be ready to be picked up at 4 PM the next day, you knew that there was probably no hope for you to get it but at least you tried. You went to sleep around 5, beyond exhausted. You set an alarm for 3 PM so you had time to shower and get ready. When you woke up that afternoon you were shocked to find that they had answered to your email, you were happy that your boyfriend had a generic name. You agreed to pick up the bracelet with Peter's name carved to it at 4 PM.

To say that you were nervous would be an understatement, your hands were so sweaty and they were shaking. Most of the anxiousness luckily washed away when you saw Peter in the backseat of Happy's car, he came to knock on your door. "May has to work today so it's just the two of us with Mr Stark and the others," Peter smiled when you opened the door. "Oh, okay," was all you said, not sure how you were feeling. The car ride went along smoothly if you didn't count the extra 30 minutes that you were stuck in traffic. Peter had suited himself to black pants and a sleeveless sweater over a white button-up, hair slicked back. You had found a pair of plaid pants in your wardrobe and paired them with a sweatshirt, not forgetting to put a turtle neck under the shirt. "You look adorable," Peter said when he got a better look at your outfit outside the Stark residence. You blushed, also complimenting his outfit.

Thor was by the door waiting for two of you. "Spider and y/n, you're here! Took you long enough!" He said as soon as you two got closer to him. "We got stuck in traffic," Peter said as he led up inside, following Thor. He engaged himself in the conversation with Thor, leaving you to take in the sight of a house fully covered in decorations. Pepper must really love Christmas, you thought to yourself. Every avenger and non-avenger were there, you believe you even saw a glimpse of Nick Fury. Steve was drunk in the living room having a heated conversation with Falcon. Hawkeye, Bucky and Natasha were somewhere else, probably up to no good. Tony and Pepper were in the kitchen trying to get the final details for the dinner. "Y/n! Peter! You arrived!" Steve yelled from the living room. "Wanna go place the presents under the tree?" Peter asked as he turned towards you, you nodded. You had only gotten a present for Peter, and seeing the pile of presents by the tree you began to regret your decision. Maybe you should've gotten everyone a gift.

"Dinner!" Pepper yelled before you could voice your concerns to Peter. You sat next to Peter, opposite of an empty place. The long table was filled except for that one seat. Tony and Pepper on the ends of the long table, Peter on Tony's left side, Nick Fury opposite to him. Pepper had Morgan by her side along with Bruce. You eyed the table, everyone was there, except for... "Where's Loki?" you asked, wanting to see your friend. You liked how cynical he was, he understood your jokes too, even if he didn't really like you, at least that's how you felt. "He'll show, he always does," Tony said.

He wasn't wrong, Loki did show, in the empty seat opposite of you. Everyone indulged themselves with the delicious cooking that was made by Pepper. "Tony hates cooking, loathes the kitchen, but Christmases, you have to drag the man out!" Pepper exclaimed, causing a wave of laughter to go through the table. "I don't understand this," Loki said, mostly to himself. "Neither do I, never did," you said to him. He turned to look at you, surprised you heard him. "I understand this feast but this "holiday" goes beyond me," Loki continued. "Tell me about it!" You said, happy to have found someone who shared your frustration.

Both of you got lost in the conversation, almost losing the track of time. You had moved on from the dinner to dessert, now you were all just sitting and chatting, soon to be retrieved into the living room. "I mean gifts! It's so hard to buy people gifts!" You complained. Loki said something about gifts too, but you didn't hear what since there was suddenly yelling happening. Drunk Steve was picking a fight with Natasha. "Why is he drunk?" You asked Peter. "He doesn't like Christmas," Tony answered before Peter had the chance to. "And from what I gather, you don't either," Tony said. "It's just not my holiday. We've never celebrated it in my family," you explained as plainly as you could. "You never told me that you have never even had a Christmas!" Peter suddenly yelled.

Suddenly everyone was turned to you. "You've never had a Christmas?" Pepper asked, shocked. "What? It's just Christmas," you said, feeling how your face was changing colour from the attention. "But we have to open presents now then," Pepper continued. Everyone rose from the table. Bucky with a little hop in his steps, he liked Christmas, he was even wearing an ugly Christmas sweater. Morgan absolutely demanded to be the one to give out the presents. You wanted to ask if Morgan needed help with reading the names but decided against it. She was Tony Stark's kid, for all you knew she could already be taking college classes. When she first read your name and came to give you the present you just thought it was the one Peter got you, but by the time she was bringing out the fifth present you were already overwhelmed. "Why do I have so many presents?" You asked Peter who sat next to you on the shared armchair. "What do you mean many? You only got five so far," Peter whispered. "So far? How many am I getting?" You asked, panic evident in your voice. "I'm guessing everyone got you a gift so do the math," Peter said, not really understanding why you were freaking out. "I only got you a gift this is so embarrassing!" you mumbled into your hands.

Peter put his arm over your shoulders to offer you some comfort. "It's okay. I didn't give a present to everyone either. We can say that the presents I gave are from both of us," Peter said. Peter was too kind. Way too kind.

You ended up with almost 20 gifts, which was impossible to comprehend for your brain. You had so far gotten two sweaters, a book, chocolate, a pair of new sneakers and Tony had gifted you a phone. Suddenly you felt Peter hugging you. "What is it?" You asked, confused. "Your gift," Peter said, showing the bracelet. "Oh this silly thing, I just didn't know what else to give. Do you like it?" You asked. Peter stared at the bracelet. "I love it, thank you so much," he said and pressed a kiss on your cheek. "Look, if you turn it around it has "I love you" carved in morse code," you pointed out. You helped Peter put it on before you returned to opening your gifts. You could hear Morgan yell as she ran through the living room, happy that she got the gift she had wanted. Peter's gift ended up in your hands, you knew it was Peter's since he couldn't wrap things for shit.

When the wrapping paper revealed a notebook you knew that tears would flow. Your hands shook as you turned each page, examining each page with care. A picture of the two of you, date and a small note. Maybe what you had done together that day, maybe just something sweet. You saw as your tears wet the pages of the notebook. What did you ever do to deserve a boyfriend like Peter? You closed the book, not wanting to bawl your eyes out in front of everyone. Peter's hand wrapped around yours. "Did you like it?" he asked. "You're an asshole. But yes, I liked it," you said and kissed Peter's cheek.

Tony went to put Morgan to sleep later, after that it was just calm "adult talk". Steve was sleeping on the couch, taking the whole space but their friends could care less and sat on top of the sleeping Steve. You and Peter reigned over the armchair, you found a nice place under Peter's shoulder, your arms wrapped around his middle. "Thank you for giving me my best Christmas," you said to Peter, trying to say it without anyone hearing. "Your only Christmas," Peter corrected. You smiled. "But still, it's the only, the best and I love you," you said, trying to keep the moment serious. "I love you too," Peter said and kissed you. It was a sweet, loving kiss, tasted like brandy.

Maybe Christmases weren't so bad after all.

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Two Person Hoodie

 AN: I’m sorry this took so long to make. But it’s finally here now! Hope y'all enjoy! A continuation of this series:   Checking It Twice,  The Loudest Firework.

Warnings: Tickling, cursing, and Remus.

             Logan heard the door open to what was now their shared room.

               “Ah, Remus.” He grinned, putting his book down.

             “Surprise motherfucker!” Came a cheer as the duke danced his way in front of him, goofy smile on his face.

               “How was the tournament?” His smile widened at Remus’s excited eyes, firecrackers exploding inside them.

               “First prize, motherfucker!” He banged a fist into his chest like a gong announcing his victory.

               “Did you miss me?” Logan’s calm voice edged on teasing as his own smile matched the duke’s.

               “Heart eyes, motherfucker!” Remus’s eyes suddenly sprouted bleeding, pulsing hearts before they disappeared.

               Logan chuckled, happy Remus was in a good mood. “Also, did you finally get the sweater I ordered for you?”

               “Wrong size, motherfucker.” He did a backflip.

               “You have got to get off Tick Tock.” Logan sighed, shaking his head fondly.

               “No, seriously. The thing can fit two people in it!” Remus cackled as he took it out.

               “Oh, then it’s the right size.” Logan said, completely serious.

               “Huh?” Logan suddenly took the sweater from the green side and draped it over him.

               “The hell are you doing, you catholic priest? Quit dressing me!” He giggled playfully, wiggling into it regardless.

               “Shush.” Logan hissed.

               A big dark green sweater Logan had ordered for Remus with a giant orange gummy bear on it had arrived that day. Logan’s special sweater wasn’t supposed to arrive until tomorrow for a special occasion they had planned. The sleeves of the sweater were fine, it was just the collar and body of the coat that had so much slack, it had to be the wrong size.

               Logan smirked suddenly, and wiggled into it, leaning forward and causing Remus to fall backwards onto the bed with a yelp. He couldn’t move. Logan’s head popped out of the collar, staring at him fondly.

               “Uh, what are you doing, nerdy wolverine?” Remus couldn’t help but ask, a little flustered as the warmth sprouted around him. Logan knew he loved it.

               The duke shivered at the feeling of Logan’s arms wrapping around him under the sweatshirt. It felt like little flutters of heat slowly getting more intense until they reached ultimate warmth. Logan knew the duke didn’t make much sense, but he knew that a hug was the melting point for a solid solution of Remus.

               Remus whimpered and whined, moaning as Logan massaged his back. He was surrounded by softness and warmth, and after a while could feel the teacher kissing his face slowly. His eyes rolled up. A two-person sweater for the best cuddling. Oh… this was nice.

               It was nice, until Logan started to slip away.

               “NO.” He held him tightly. “DON’T YOU DARE.”

               “Remus, I must get to work on organizing the next video. We’ll cuddle more afterwards.”

               “No!” He whined desperately.

               Logan sighed. This was always the hard part of cuddling with Remus. Since they officially became boyfriends, the teacher had begun to learn how to deal with Remus’s intrusiveness, but at the same time, Remus grew to learn respect… for Logan at least. But Logan kept seeming to forget… that Remus was also unpredictable, and vulnerable. Sometimes the duke’s intrusive thoughts would hurt him because of how much he loved Logan. A poor, twisted creature using his own negativity against himself. It had become a bad habit since he had grown slightly less selfish.

               “Remus, please let me go.”

               “No! What if you don’t come back?” Tears roll down his cheeks. “What you fuck my brother or someone r*pes you?”

               Uh oh. It was bad this time.

               “Remus, that’s highly unrealistic for what and where we are. I’m just going to do my part in making the next video.”

               Suddenly, Logan felt something slimy on his back. “Um… Remus? What is that?”

               Suddenly, the duke let him go- in fact he SHOVED him out of the coat. The dark blue side looked up and saw the sweater was puffed out and full of movement that suddenly disappeared. Remus looked panicked.

               Logan knew he had work to do, and didn’t mind leaving Remus when he was whiny or pouty, but not when he was like this.

               “What was that?”

               “Nothing!”

               “Don’t lie to me, Remus.” Logan warned in a low voice.

               Remus cowered in his sweater, which was odd since he rarely ever hid from Logan, or anyone for that matter, except Janus.

               “Remus, please. You can show me. Whatever it is, you of all people should know I wouldn’t judge.”

               The duke looked up shyly and one by one, ten slimly tentacles slid out from the edges of the sweater. Logan knew they existed, but he had never seen them before. He wasn’t worried about his schedule anymore… he NEEDED to examine these things.

               He took one into his hand, the pores were generating clear slime on top of green silky skin. He started feeling each suction cup on the bottoms of the moist appendages, gliding his nails along the top through the gooey outer skin. The tentacle started to wiggle and shake as if reacting to the attention. He could tell these things hadn’t had physical touch, and were learning how to respond to it. It kept leaping out of his grasp, yet it kept returning.

 “Very interesting…” Logan’s whole eye was nearly pupil with how wide they were, pocking and prodding, skimming and tracing… he was only awoken from his curious trance by a giggle and snort. Followed by more giggles and a few squeaks.

 His head whipped around to see Remus, red in the face with a hand pressed to his mouth, cheeks filled with air and his eyes squeezed shut.

 Oh. Logan smiled. He believed he had found a way to help Remus with his panicking. He traced a single finger along the top of one of the tentacles, making it dip as it tried to get away. As Remus struggled to keep holding his breath, he wiggled his fingers at the very tips, making them shake uncontrollably.

 A kettle whistle could be heard behind him as the teacher scribbled at the underside, his poor boyfriend a ticking timebomb. Now Logan had three of them trapped in a headlock, scribbling at the suction-cupped sides.

 He couldn’t hold it anymore. The dam finally broke.

“BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! LOHOHOHOHIEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!” He cackled and hiccupped, squirming and thrashing chaotically. “THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHCKLES!”

 “Really? I didn’t notice.” Logan chuckled as he worked his way up the three tentacles in his grasp, Remus’s laughter getting more frantic the closer he got to their bases.

 Scribbling, poking, tracing, squeezing, it was driving him mad- well more mad than usual.

 “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He screamed, his whole body wriggling like a fish out of water.

 “Awwww, who’s a cute little ticklish duke?” Logan did not use his teasy voice often, but that tone mixed with the maddening feeling getting closer to his back made Remus turn redder than his brother’s room.

 “NOT CUTE! NOT CUTE! STOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” When Logan reached his back, where the tentacles were coming from, Remus absolutely screamed at the top his lungs, face steaming with tears flowing down it, his chest spasmed as his laughter grew silent.

 Logan let him go, and Remus fell to the bed, completely knocked out.

 “I’ll be back soon.” He smooched his cheek, as Remus panted, unconscious.

 Remus woke up a few hours later, still being alone in the room. As he recalled what happened, his face flushed, but the loud voices of his mind also started chanting a new word at him.

 “Revenge.”

 ***

Logan sighed as he entered their room again. He liked working and getting things done, but it was tiresome when the others bickered and made things harder. He looked around the room to see Remus wasn’t there, his annoyed tired state was quickly thrown to the side as he grew worried of where his boyfriend could have gone. Maybe he shouldn’t have left his alone when he fell asleep. There were bad places he knew Remus might go to if he got to be too much for himself. He turned around to exist the room and look for the duke just to realize it was shut and locked from the outside.

His panic subsided a little as it was replaced with confusion.

 “Looogie…”

 Uh-oh.

 He turned to run, but there was nowhere to go. A huge weight landed on top of him as he squeezed his eyes shut, prepared for the worst. Except… he was surrounded by Remus’s sweater, and was currently being cuddled by the overgrown green teddy bear of a boyfriend.

 This was odd, since Remus didn’t usually like to lead when it came to cuddles, but Logan had to admit, it felt nice to just sit there receive it. Remus smiled at him with wide puppydog eyes, holding back his evil smirk for the right moment.

 As soon as his guard was down, Logan felt the slimy tentacles wriggle under his shirt. He suppressed a squeak as they started poking and prodding his sides, getting some of the slime on him. He looked up at Remus to see a truly evil expression.

 He immediately knew what this was. Revenge.

 “R-Remus… L-let’s talk about this!”

 He only shook his head, covering Logan’s body with his slime. The teacher paled as he realized this was going to tickle even more now because of the slick substance on his skin. And the worst part… he was stuck in the sweater with Remus. With his tentacles present, both of them couldn’t move.

 “P-please! I-I-! N-no! Pffffftttt… hggggnnn…” He struggled to hold his breath as the green appendaged started wiggling and digging into his ribs.

 “Oh no.~ Is my wittle boyfwien ticklish?” Oh GOD, that voice he was using only made it harder to not laugh. He felt he was going to explode!

 “A cootchie cootchie coo! Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, you’re barely holding it together, huh?” Remus could now see why Logan had teased him and tickled him to bits, this was fun!

 His tentacles tickled everywhere, but Logan somehow held out, only letting out a few gasps until he found his feet.

 “GAH! NONONONO NOT THERE! NOOOOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Remus had no mercy in him, as his tentacles ruthlessly attacked his slicked-down feet, wiggling, poking, pinching, scratching, and- were those kisses?!

 Yes, Remus’s suction cups could kiss, but they could do one other thing.

  All the other sides could hear Logan scream at the top of his lungs as he could feel the things giving tiny RAPBERRIES INBETWEEN HIS TOES.

 “STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! REHEHEHEMEHEHEIIIIIIEEE!!!” Tears were absolutely pouring down his face, smile stretched to the point of pain, and his whole body felt like it was on fire as his senses were overloaded with the maddening feeling. He couldn’t think of anything else. Just laughter. Just tickling.

 When the others came to their room, worried expressions on their faces, all they found was Logan, tickled stupid, with Remus cuddling him and kissing slowly at his face, murmuring to him a deep yet sweet tone.

 Remus promptly shut the door in their faces and continued to massage and kiss at Logan, the teacher in heaven from the gentle touches, the dopamine rush and Remus’s calming voice smoothly lulling him to sleep.

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[lnarizakis]

critical thinking | a. keiji

masterlist | cards against humanity x haikyuu!!

pairing: akaashi keiji x gen!reader

foreword: this is around 2k words and honestly I’m kinda proud of myself like i think this is the longest fic I’ve written on here!! I hope you guys enjoy hehe

look out for: no warnings!

PREFACE. The setting: Akaashi Keiji and (L/N) (Y/N), with a painfully obvious crush on the former, are studying in the library. It’s one of the only days where the setter’s not practicing hard for nationals after school. They’re not really aware of the time, but it’s probably around 4:30. The sun’s shining brightly through the window, hitting all the right spots on Keiji’s face perfectly. He’s such a gentleman for choosing to sit facing the sun. It’s awfully quiet in the surrounding air, but between the two of them hushed whispers fill the atmosphere. From afar, it could be assumed that they’re having a heated discussion about the literature homework in front of them, debating the true meaning behind the significance of the light in the character’s eyes, but they’re discussing something a little unrelated. Well, perhaps the concept of “true love” could have been branched out from how (Y/N) suggested that the light in the character’s eyes could have been lit up because of the love he had for the deuteragonist, so in a way they’re still discussing the literature homework. But, no. Not really. I mean:

“Wait, so you don’t believe in true love? Like, the kind where you look into someone’s eyes for the first time and think— ‘Wow. I’m in love with them,” blurted out (Y/N) in a hushed whisper, absolutely exasperated with the fact that Keiji outrightedly stated that he does not believe in true love. Well, as far as (Y/N) interpreted the words “I really don’t think there’s such thing as love at first sight” goes, Keiji does not believe in true love.

“No, you’re getting the two mixed up. The kind you’re thinking of is love at first sight, as I’ve previously mentioned. True love is something else. True love is…” Keiji thought for a minute. He stayed silent, wondering what true love really is. He tapped his fingers on one hand, and played with his pen with the other. The notebook underneath both remained blank.

“True love is critical thinking.”

(Y/N) sputtered out, “You thought for a good one minute, and all you could think of what true love is is critical thinking?! You weren’t critically thinking there, Akaashi-san.” Keiji chuckled. That was funny. He smirked, as he let his eyes bring themselves down towards his still-blank notebook.

“We should get back to work, (L/N)-san. We’re here in the library for a reason,” Keiji stated, as a matter-of-fact. Dejectedly, (Y/N) muttered out that he’s right, and they get back to work. They agreed to disagree with their previous argument, about the significance of the light behind the main character’s eyes, and decide to write their own answer in their notebook.

After a good fifteen minutes, (Y/N) let out a sigh as they dropped their pen onto the table. They stretched out their arms, cramped from being used to write several paragraphs of pure BS-ing. Impulsively, they suggested, “You think true love is critical thinking, huh? Is there any way I can show you that it’s not all that?”

Keiji thought for a couple seconds, then pointed his pen towards (Y/N).

“See? I had to think for a minute if you were asking me out on a date. Critical thinking at its finest.” Oh, how he loved to tease (Y/N). They playfully rolled their eyes. “But alright. I’m game. Convince me, with everything you can, that true love isn’t all critical thinking.”

ONE. The setting: Akaashi was in his room, staring at his closet. It’s a neatly done closet, with all of his clothes sorted by color. He had just come out of his shower, and he had just finished drying off. His hair was still a little wet, but since it’s several hours before his first date with (Y/N), it’ll dry beforehand. He just needed to find an outfit. He had planned on doing so last night, but extended volleyball practice called and asked for all his energy to be spent. Bokuto just had to get those cross spikes in before nationals. He couldn’t forget, like last time. That was… a little embarrassing, to say the least.

He pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans along with a gray sweater that he hadn’t worn since his first year in high school, but it seemed to him that his shoulders have gotten a little too broad to fit loosely into that sweater. Looks like it won’t do; he might feel a little uncomfortable with the snug fit, and (Y/N) might feel a little odd with his constant shuffling, attempting to stay comfortable throughout the date. Back to the closet those two went.

Oh my. Black joggers and a hooded sweatshirt. Absolutely not. It was too casual. Keiji imagined himself wearing that while (Y/N) was wearing the nicest thing in their closet (well, perhaps not the nicest thing, but something still pretty first-date nice).

Keiji found a pair of looser jeans— but what to pair them with? He found a collared shirt and a lighter-colored sweater to go on top. In the depths of his closet he also found an overcoat, as well as an expensive belt the third-years of his volleyball team bought him for his birthday. He would definitely look nice with this. But wait— what were they going to do again? Just a simple outing at the cafe, right? This outfit was definitely too fancy for something like this. He couldn’t simply wear something like this at a cafe like that. Nope. Definitely not. Back to the closet the whole outfit went.

He gave up. He decided to go with the first outfit, the skinny jeans and the sweater. He was going to have a collared button-down underneath. He thought this would be best. Definitely. No doubt about it.

—

Walking towards the cafe, Keiji felt more uncomfortable by the minute. He felt his pants were too tight, or his collar kept unfolding itself every time he moved his shoulders. He felt like a clown in a circus; with everyone staring at him as he walked by different people on the sidewalk.

When he opened the door, he found (Y/N) sitting at a table by themself. They hadn’t ordered anything yet, but they were on their phone. Oh gosh, they’ve been waiting for him. It was all because he spent too long finding an outfit to wear. He really shouldn’t have put so much thought into that outfit. It was so unnecessary to think that much!

“Hey, you.” It was (Y/N). They stood up from where they were sitting, and beckoned Keiji to come closer, as he was currently blocking the entrance. He followed the little hand wave, and profusely apologized for being late, to which (Y/N) replied that it was completely fine; they actually had just arrived.

“You look nice.” (Y/N) broke the silence once more. They scanned Keiji up and down, smiling softly.

TWO. The setting: The sun’s setting and the sky’s a really pretty purple and pink. They’re walking home after what seemed like their fourth or fifth date. They weren’t really sure themselves, since (Y/N) keeps spontaneously asking them out on several dates. So maybe it was even the sixth. But who was he to judge, because right at this moment he stood underneath a street lamp that shone a bright yellow light with the love of his life. He was so proud to call them his. What he wasn’t so proud of, however, is how they haven’t had one, single kiss yet. That’s a little embarrassing. However, right here, seemed like the best opportunity to share his first kiss with (Y/N).

Uh-oh. How was he supposed to kiss them? Does he… place a hand on their shoulder? Or does it go on their waist, as he leans in and softly kisses them? No, that didn’t seem right. Maybe he places that hand behind the neck and brings them closer to him? No, that didn’t sound right either. Where does his other hand go? Does he keep it hidden in the pocket of his coat, or does he hold their hand? You know, for support? Or maybe he uses both hands to hold them by the waist. That seemed like the best option.

But wait— how does he… lean in and kiss them? Does he do it slowly? Just quickly give them a little peck on the lips and look away like a tsundere? Oh gosh, his lips were chapped; maybe he shouldn’t kiss them after all—

He’s given no time to think any more before (Y/N) leans towards him and places their lips against his. The kiss was a little forceful, and he felt their teeth, but it was still nonetheless wonderful. Once they pulled away, Keiji softly placed the tips of his fingers over his lips, ghosting the touch of what he had just felt.

“You just… kissed me,” he stated.

They smiled a toothy grin. “I did. You were taking too long; you were staring at me like a dead fish. Critical thinking, aren’tcha? It doesn’t get you anywhere,” (Y/N) taunted.

THREE. The setting: (Y/N) and Keiji stood outside the door to the gym, hand in hand. It was some time after practice had ended. The former felt Keiji’s hand getting clammy and sweaty, a result of keeping their relationship hidden for so long. Currently, they were about to announce to Bokuto Koutarou, proud captain and ace of their volleyball team, also being Keiji's best friend and closest confidant, that they were dating.

What was he to say? Akaashi was to word it in the most precise way, or else (Y/N) would get the wrong idea about what they meant to him, and their relationship might be extremely damaged. Or Bokuto might think that Akaashi’s setting volleyball secondary on his list of priorities, which is extremely worrying as part of the starting line-up for nationals.

Right on cue, the doors to the gym swung open. It was Bokuto. His skin glistened with sweat, a product of his hard work. He gave a long sigh, exclaiming his thanks for the cold air outside. His eyes were closed. Bokuto opened his eyes to see his junior and someone else that he had never seen before holding hands. Akaashi looked worried, to which Bokuto expressed his concern with an “Oya? Akaashi, what’s the matter?”

“Hi, Bokuto-san. My name is (L/N) (Y/N), and Akaashi and I are dating. We just wanted to tell you that.” (Y/N) blurted out, and Akaashi felt his cheeks grow slightly warm because of the sudden outburst of their confession. To Akaashi’s surprise, Bokuto laughed heartily. The ace clasped a sweaty hand on the setter’s shoulder.

“Oh! I’m proud of you, Akaashi. You managed to get ‘em! You’ve been crushing on them since forever.”

FOUR. The setting: It’s late at night. Akaashi’s older now; he’s a little more experienced with all of this “dating stuff.” He’s getting the hang of it— well, he should be, since there’s a little black velvet box sitting in the drawer of his nightstand in his bedroom. Akaashi has his own little apartment now, and (Y/N) has their own. They haven’t moved in together yet. Akaashi’s ready to propose to them. He’s got the best plan ever. He knows exactly what to do. There’s nothing that can disrupt the plan. First, he’s going to walk over to (Y/N)’s apartment, and they’re going to spend the whole day together, out and about. He’s then going to treat them to a nice dinner, which once they’re done, he’s going to present to them the ring. It’s going to be beautiful and meaningful. Memorable, even. Or, well, it was going to be beautiful and meaningful.

“You can’t sleep?”

“No… I had a nightmare that you left me.”

“Okay, come over and we can sleep together.”

Akaashi hung up the phone. Around ten minutes later, he heard a knock at his apartment door, and there he saw (Y/N), cold and out of breath. He let them in, and he led them into his bedroom.

—

And so we have it: Akaashi and (Y/N) were lying side-by-side on his bed, neither of them being able to go to sleep. The former setter turned to (Y/N) and they replicated his actions. He stared into their eyes.

“You know I love you, right? I could never leave you,” Ever the stoic boyfriend. (Y/N) still smiled softly, though, knowing he meant every word he said. Despite his cold exterior, his eyes radiate warmth.

“I know. I love you too,” they whispered.

“I want to marry you,” Akaashi accidentally blurted out. His eyes widened, and so did (Y/N)’s. Oh God, did he really just say that? Did he really mean it? Of course he meant it, what was he thinking?

Still in shock, (Y/N) asked, “Wait, do you really mean it?”

“I just… said that, right?” Akaashi let their question slip in and out of his ear.

“Yes. To both questions.”

Getting out of bed, Akaashi lowered his voice as he asked himself as well as (Y/N), “You’re serious, right? This is super spontaneous…” He reached for the closed drawer of his nightstand, and opened it up. He grabbed the black velvet box and opened it. Behind him, (Y/N) was sitting up in bed, wondering what he was doing.

And there he was, inching his way closer to (Y/N), holding out their engagement ring, to which they held out their ring finger. He slowly eased the ring onto their finger, face flushed with warmth and love while doing so. He looked up into their eyes.

“Looks like I wasn’t critically thinking there. Thank you for teaching me what it means to love from not just the mind, but also from the heart.” (Y/N) playfully slapped him on the arm.

“Keiji, you’re supposed to say that at our marriage, not right now!”

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Welcome to Hawkins PD (Ch. 3)

Chapter Title: Men’s Rooms ‘n’ Muffins

Chapter 3 of 9?

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AN: I never really gave you guys a timeline for this fic, so I’m imagining it about a month or so after Season 2. So, it’s roughly two weeks into December. This one is a bit longer, so enjoy!

Warnings: Brief mention of homophobia, police stuff, strong language 

Summary: Your first day as one of Hawkin’s finest could have been worse, really.

Taglist: @kingphillipblake​

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I wouldn’t have minded sleeping on the bare mattress, the first day, if it wasn’t thirty degrees that night. In hindsight, I should have prepared to be on my own in December, but we hadn’t really needed heavy coats in the academy the past four months. A sweatshirt and layers in October and November had been enough with how much we were moving. I had bundled up my sweatshirt to use as a pillow, threw on sweats, thick socks, and my sweater but was still cold due to the thin walls of the trailer. I had glanced at the closet, remembering that Hopper said he had clothes in there. I bit the bullet and pulled one of his large, heavy flannels off its hanger and used it as a blanket. If he ever found out I’d slept with it, I’d be mortified.

As promised, Hopper took me to the dealership and supervised the salesman. It didn’t take much for Hopper to intimidate him, just flashes of glares as the salesman spoke to me about the cars. He would nervously glance at the Chief every now and then, which was amusing in itself. At the end of the day, Hopper’s presence even got the guy to shave off a few bucks. After that, we had bid each other goodbye while I set about buying out all the blankets at the nearest store.

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Monday morning, I was up by six and out the door before seven. I prayed that the long sleeve I wore under my uniform would be enough when paired with thick socks and gloves for the temperature high of forty today. I turned my nose up at the thought of putting my academy sweatshirt over my uniform, but did it anyway. I’d rather get in trouble with Hopper and not be freezing, than the alternative.

I arrived at the station at seven sharp, seeing an older lady opening the front door as I pulled up. I got out of my car, slinging a small bag with a towel, running shoes, and a change of clothes over my shoulder in case I had time for a run before the others arrived.

“Can I help you with that, ma’am?” I asked, hoping she couldn’t hear my teeth chatter.

“Ah, Officer Y/L/N, I assume?” she questioned and shoved her purse in my arms while fiddling with the keys in her gloved hands.

“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, shaking ever so slightly.

“Call me Flo, dear,” she smiled, finally getting the door open. She took her purse back from me, feeling my hand lightly shake as she did. “Oh, you poor thing, come here. The Chief put some essentials on order for you when you got assigned to us.”

Flo led me to a back room, my body rejoicing when I saw a heavy blue jacket with the Hawkins patch on it, among other items like extra uniforms and PT clothes. She handed them all over to me and showed me to my desk.

“We’re a pretty lax station here, but definitely change out of that thing before Hopper comes in,” she patted my shoulder, referring to the grass-stained academy sweatshirt.

“Of course,” I nodded. “I was actually hoping you could show me to the lockers, Flo. I’m itching for a run.”

“In this weather?”

“Nothin’ like a run to warm up,” I raised my eyebrows but she looked unamused.

She scrunched up her face, “Well, we technically only have lockers and showers in the men’s bathroom, but no one uses them.” She thought for a second before leading me over to said bathroom, “I’ll make sure to tell the boys, so they’re not surprised. The other officers won’t be in for at least another hour, and Hop…well…maybe he’ll be on time for once for your first day. You have some time to kill.”

Flo patted my shoulder and left me to my own devices. Near the entry of the bathroom were the urinals, while deeper into the bathroom had four lockers on either side of a long bench and ended with two open showers.

I chose a locker and changed quickly into my sweats, sweatshirt, and running shoes. I elected to keep my gloves on because I’m not that crazy. I walked back out to the bullpen and stretched lightly near the door, preparing myself to brave the cold again.

“I’ll be back by,” I paused to look at my watch, “eight at the latest.”

“Good luck,” Flo murmured as she wrote.

The first few minutes absolutely sucked as my body fought to warm up but I was able to push through it eventually. I didn’t go down too many streets to avoid getting lost on my first day, but that didn’t mean I was stared at any less. As business owners opened up shop, I felt eyes on me from all directions assessing who I was. I smiled as nicely as I could but between running and the cold air, there was only so much friendliness I could accomplish.

I arrived back at the station a few minutes before I said I would, seeing a couple more cars parked alongside the cruisers. The Chief’s truck was still absent, so it was safe to assume Flo was right and he’d be late.

Two officers were inside chatting with their feet propped up on their desks when I walked in. They glanced up at the sound of my entrance, obviously intrigued at the unfamiliar face.

“Can I hel—” one officer with glasses started as he stood up from his desk.

“Officer Y/L/N,” I stuck my hand out.

“Ah, the newbie,” the other officer chimed in while leaning further back in his chair.

“Callahan,” the first officer replied and shook my hand.

“Powell,” the other waved.

“If you don’t mind, I’m gonna shower,” I nodded toward the bathrooms.

“Flo already warned us, you’ve got it to yourself for the next fifteen,” Powell gestured behind him.

The shower was surprisingly not terrible and the water was warmer than the air outside, so I could hardly complain. I kept nervously glancing to the front of the bathrooms, hoping everyone had gotten the memo. I showered as quickly as possible, so I could get back to my desk before Hopper showed up.

As it would happen, the Chief was in at a decent time, for once. He was still late, but definitely not as late as usual. He stormed into the bullpen, making a beeline for the coffee and donuts, and grumbling when he saw a lack of donuts.

“Chief—”

“Flo!? Where are my donuts?” he complained loudly, even though she was right behind him.

She rolled her eyes and pushed an apple into his hand, having had it waiting especially for him.

Hopper turned up his nose at the fruit and grumbled to himself. He spun around while taking a bite of the fruit, eyeing my desk and pointing with the same hand that held the apple, “She here?”

“Yes, but—”

“Good,” he said around a mouthful of apple. “I gotta take a leak,” he took another huge bite and chucked the rest into a nearby trash can.

“Chief!” Flo called out.

“It can wait until after I pee, Flo, jeez,” Hopper mumbled while chewing and walked away.

“Chief, wait!” Powell called after him.

“Am I speaking English?” Hopper called over his shoulder as he took long strides toward the bathroom.

“Chief—” Callahan caught up to him and tried to cut him off but was pushed aside by a single, strong shoulder.

Hopper grabbed him by the shoulders and put himself between Callahan and the bathroom door, “Are you gonna watch me take a piss, Cal?”

“No, sir, but—”

“Good,” Hopper smiled sarcastically. He pushed the bathroom door open and slammed it in Callahan’s face.

“Fuck's sake,” Hopper grumbled as he stood in front of a urinal.

The seemingly quiet bathroom echoed the sound of Hopper's zipper. I panicked as I stared at his back with only socks and underwear on under my towel. I tried to dress quietly as the sound of his bodily function echoed in the otherwise empty room. I managed to get my uniform pants on, but mistakenly left the belt in when I changed earlier. The clank was noticeable enough for Hopper to look over his shoulder.

“Someone in here?” he called out.

I squeaked, shoved feet into my boots, and grabbed my long-sleeved undershirt, barely having it over my head and around my neck when Hopper zipped up and turned around.

“God dammit!” he shouted, “What are you doing!?”

“Sh—shower, Chief,” I stumbled over my words, fumbling with the sleeves as I hurriedly stuck my arms in so I could cover my bra.

Annoyed, Hopper sighed heavily and stalked over to the sink and washed his hands, “Does the one in the trailer not work?”

“No, it does. I just…it's just I got here early and went for a run…”

Hopper came back into view after drying his hands, my undershirt finally in place while I unhooked my uniform shirt from the hanger.

“This is the men’s room,” Hopper stressed, his hands on his hips and his mouth a tight-lipped line.

I held my shirt in front of me, “If we had women’s showers, this wouldn’t be a problem...” I murmured softly, not sure how he’d respond to me effectively talking back.

Hopper sighed once more, running a thumb and forefinger along his brow and gripping tightly. He made no move to leave, however.

I pursed my lips and couldn’t stop the next words from tumbling out of my mouth, “Are you paying for a show? Or…?” I trailed off while sliding my uniform shirt over one arm, then the other.

Hopper dropped his hand in exasperation, staring me down with a, what can only be described as murderous, glare, “You remember I’m your boss, right?”

I let out giggle as I buttoned up my shirt and tucked it in, “I’m joking, Chief.” I fastened my belt, then pulled out a small brush to fix my hair. I walked briskly over to the only mirror in that bathroom, right above the sink, having to pass an agitated, yet amused Hopper. “You should come with me next time,” I offered, while tying up my hair into a bun.

“What are you trying to say?” he pretended to be offended while gesturing to his stomach, throwing his weight onto one leg and tweaking his hip out. His thumbs hooked into his belt loops, framing his crotch without actually meaning to.

I looked at his form in the mirror, laughing and shaking my head. “That you should join me next time. Y’know, lead by example,” I teased. I walked past him again, lifting my foot up to rest on the bench so I could tie my boots.

“Oooh, ouch, yea,” Hopper squinted at me and bit his bottom lip. “I think I like spending my mornings with a coffee and donut, thanks.

I stood up straight, finally done getting dressed given the distraction Hopper provided. I slammed the locker shut and locked the padlock before walking towards Hopper. I used that stretch of space to fasten my duty belt and clip my radio onto my shoulder.

“Plus,” he gestured to the wide-open view of the showers from any angle due to a lack of curtains, “What are we gonna do? Shower at the same time? You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna waste precious coffee and contemplation time waiting for you to finish in the shower.”

“Yea, the invitation did not extend past running, Chief,” I scrunched up my nose. Except, I really wouldn’t mind if it did. I took a step towards the bathroom door and spun back around, nearly getting run over by Hopper as he tried to bulldoze me out. “But, if we hung curtains in here…” I raised my eyebrows, “…it could work.”

Hopper closed his eyes and let out a heavy groan, “Just do me a favor and get to work, please.”

“Yes, sir,” I gave him a two fingered salute and made my way to my desk.

I sat at my desk, inserting myself into a conversation with Callahan and Powell quite easily. Hopper poured himself a coffee and was about to round the corner to hide in his office when Flo called him yet again.

“Chief!”

“For the love of…” He sighed heavily, “Are my mornings not sacred anymore, Flo?”

“Vandalism at Vicki’s Bakery!”

Hopper let out a dramatic groan and spun on his heel to enter the bullpen again.

“Urgent, Hopper!”

Grumbling, he downed his coffee and slammed it next to the coffee maker, “Y/L/N, let’s go!”

I scrambled to my feet, barely catching my new jacket as Hopper chucked it at me from the coat hanger. He grabbed his hat and jacket as I caught up, and put them on before reaching the door.

“If we’re lucky, we’ll get free muffins,” Hopper raised his eyebrows and hummed at the thought.

I scrunched my brows at him in disbelief and pushed the station doors open. The ride to the bakery took all of two minutes, then we were pulling up to an empty spot directly in front of the shop.

“Jesus,” Hopper murmured, seeing the front and side glass windows all broken with multiple gaping holes in each.

“What in the world…” I got out of the Blazer quickly, seeing a lady in an apron through the broken glass. She had a broom leaned up against the glass display case, but seemingly had yet to use it. I glanced up, seeing a camera mounted and facing the door.

We stepped as delicately as possible, into the bakery, to avoid making a bigger mess than there already was.

“Hey, Vick,” Hopper greeted.

“Been a while since you’ve been in here, Hopper,” the older lady greeted him.

“Yea, Flo's been on my case,” he rolled his eyes and pulled his notepad out of his pocket. “This is Officer Y/L/N,” he tilted his head in my direction.

“Mornin, ma’am,” I nodded.

“Hi, dear,” she greeted warmly, contrasting the image of the broken glass around her.

Hopper started taking her statement while I examined the broken glass. There were numerous bricks that were assumed to be what had been thrown through the windows, but one of them caught my eye. I noticed paint on one side and tipped the brick over with my foot, before crouching down.

“Shit,” I murmured, reading the homosexual slur deliberately written on it.

I curiously revisited the rest of the bricks and found more slurs. I glanced at Hopper to get his attention but he was still talking to Vicki. I looked around the bakery, seeing clusters of pictures throughout. I examined each one carefully, finally walking over to a wall near the front counter, seeing pictures of Vicki at Pride marches. I was interrupted by Hopper’s heavy footsteps coming up behind me.

“Thoughts?” He questioned me while sliding his pen back into his shirt pocket.

“Hate crime,” I answered, turning to face him.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, just go look at the bricks, Chief,” I pointed with my thumb.

He stood over one of the bricks and squinted at the lettering, “Yea, sounds about right,” he sighed. “Too bad we don’t have hate crime laws, we’ll only get them on criminal mischief.”

“The damage is pretty significant though,” I glanced around the shop, “Easily a ‘Class A’ misdemeanor.”

“This much glass isn’t cheap,” Hopper agreed.

“Do you have the tapes for that camera outside, ma’am?” I turned and asked her.

“Of course, come on back.”

She led us to a back room and played through the footage from last night. I watched in amusement as Hopper had to bend over to get a better view of the screen.

“Pause it there,” Hopper pointed to the screen.

The screen paused on a figure approaching the bakery with an armful of bricks at two in the morning. Hopper squinted and told her to keep playing the video, trying to see if he recognized the man. At some point the man looked down the street, in the direction of the camera.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Hopper said quickly. “Got him.”

“You recognize him?” I squinted.

“The town asshole,” Vicki muttered.

“Mason Thomas,” Hopper finished. “You’ll get to know his face. He’s in and out of prison all the damn time. He was in middle school right before I graduated high school, always had a rep for bad behavior. Teachers caught him smoking all the time, even pulled a knife on a kid once or twice in the schoolyard.”

“What the hell?” I wondered out loud.

“Yea,” Hopper grunted as he stood up straight, “and apparently homophobic.”

“Let’s go get this jerk,” I tapped the desk and started walking out of the room.

We walked back out to the main area as we wrapped up with Vicki. I was already making my way to the front door when I didn’t hear Hopper following me.

“Can you ring me up a muffin, Vick?” he asked her as I turned around, looking at him like he was insane. “Muffin?” he asked me, pointing at the assortment.

“Criminal,” I pointed at the Blazer with my thumb over my shoulder, really wanting to just leave so we could get this guy.

“Throw another one in there, I’ll convince her,” he said matter-of-factly to Vicki and gave her an exaggerated wink.

Hopper pulled out his wallet as he waited, caught off guard when Vicki slid a box of four muffins and two coffees in front of him.

“On the house,” she pushed Hopper’s hand away.

“Nah, Vick, come on. The damages are gonna cost you,” he pointed to the windows.

“That’s what insurance is for, Hop,” she waved him off. “Just go get the guy, that’s payment enough.”

“You got it,” Hopper smirked, flipping up the lid of the box, and shoving a muffin between his teeth.

“Thank you,” I smiled at Vicki, taking one of the coffee cups.

Hopper shoved the box of muffins in my arms and turned me around with two fingers in my back, “Let’s go,” he said incoherently around the bread.

When we got inside the Blazer, I watched him eat the entire second half of the muffin in one bite. I stared at him in horrified amusement as he chewed on the dense bread. I pulled the tab back on my coffee lid and sipped it delicately to judge the temperature. Hopper grabbed his, roughly ripping the tab off and bringing the coffee to his lips without any sense of caution. He closed his eyes and let the coffee wash the muffin down, finally noticing me staring at him.

“What? Three bites of an apple was not breakfast,” he defended himself. He brought the cup back to his mouth, licking the coffee near the opening and stopping, “Eat one, seriously.”

I almost didn’t hear him as I focused on his tongue lapping the coffee on the lid before finally taking a gulp. I nearly choked on my own coffee at the sight. He raised his eyebrows at me as he grabbed a second muffin, so I humored him and grabbed one as we drove off. I finished it by the time Hopper pulled over on a residential street and took a swig of coffee to clear my mouth.

The Chief jumped out of his truck with a grunt, hiding a soft burp behind his palm. We strode up to an unkempt house with our hands braced on our belts out of habit.

“Police!” Hopper pounded on the front door with a closed fist and upon no answer, he repeated the action again while trying to listen intently to what was happening inside.

“Mason! Open up!” Hopper beat against the door harder.

I heard a scraping sound from the side of the house, making me lean over the side of the porch to take a glimpse. I watched Mason fall to the ground from his window and scramble quickly to his feet in a full sprint.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Hopper sighed as he watched Mason take off.

I vaulted over the railing, nearly tripping from the momentum forward as I landed.

“Y/L/N! Wait!” Hopper called after me as he took the easier route down the stairs of the porch.

“I got it, Chief!” I yelled over my shoulder.

I chased after Mason, considerably easier for me in actual treaded shoes while he attempted to run in flip-flops. Before I could gain too much on him, he tripped over a crack in the pavement and rolled. The forward momentum helped him to spring back on his feet quickly but by then I was right behind him.

Mason threw a wobbly punch as he turned around to face me, thankfully still recovering his balance from the fall. I used his own energy to guide the punch and turn him around while grabbing his wrist. I pulled his hand behind his back, twisting his arm when he resisted and tried to pull out of my grip. I couldn’t hear Hopper yet and Mason had yet to stop fighting me, so I jabbed the back of his knees with the toe of my boot and yanked down so he’d fall on his ass. I maneuvered him onto his stomach and was finally able to get my cuffs out as Hopper approached in a jog, slightly out of breath. I had just finished spouting off the Miranda rights as Hopper stood over us, hands on his hips and chest heaving while catching his breath.

“Good thing one of us runs, huh, Chief?” I grinned while slapping one of the cuffs on.

“Shut up and cuff him,” Hopper rolled his eyes.

“This mean you’ll run with me in the mornings?” I asked while fastening the last cuff.

“Not a chance,” he chuckled, holding out a hand to help me up. He pulled me until I was standing, hurriedly grabbing my upper arms as I swayed forward from the force. I grabbed his forearms as an immediate response, trying not to imagine how they’d feel without his heavy jacket and long sleeve. I cleared my throat and stepped back, narrowly avoiding stepping on Mason.

Mason mumbled angrily, under his breath, as Hopper yanked him to his feet and shoved him forward as an indication to walk. We took a leisurely walk back to the Blazer with Mason being dragged along. Hopper tried to burp discreetly but underestimated the force and glanced sheepishly my way.

“Shouldn’t have had that second muffin, Chief,” I laughed behind my hand as I verbally jabbed at him, feeling his glare instantly.

“Oh, this’ll be the last time I share anything with you, ya brat,” he scoffed and bumped me with his large arm.

We loaded Mason into the back seat of the Blazer through the passenger side, shoving him not so gently all the way in. I flipped the seat back to its normal position and climbed into the truck, landing in the seat with a heavy sigh. Hopper was already in the driver’s seat with his hat sitting on the dashboard as he waited for me. He started the truck and took off while I pondered over a silly idea that popped into my head.

I stuck my tongue out slightly, glancing at the side of his face. I snagged his hat off the dashboard and plopped it on my head, grinning as he scowled at me.

“I think I earned this now, don’t you, Chief?” I bit my bottom lip, trying to hide my giddy smile.

Hopper’s eyes dropped down to my mouth and back up to my eyes quickly. He squinted at me but couldn’t hold his demeanor together and chuckled while looking back at the road, “I’ll think about it.”

Chapter 4