#he's also got a nice scarf just in case he gets cold

[rottengurlz]

What’s in my oc’s bag?

Enzo: He shoves everything he owns into the bottom of his bag and then gets mad when he can’t find anything. He refuses to buy a wallet, so his entire bag is full of loose change, cash, and way too many credit cards that are at their limit. If he doesn’t have cigarettes, he’s either eating candy or drinking energy drinks just trading one addiction for another. He always forgets his lighter too. He always has his airpods in, but dear god DO NOT ask him what he’s listening to he only listens to rave and edm music </3. He bought an ipad because he convinced himself he could be like those cool girls who have cute planners they use every day with their little apple pens but abandoned it after 2 days 😔 he still brings it with him everywhere JUST IN CASE. No car keys because his license is suspended so he’s forced to walk everywhere unless he can beg someone to give him a ride after promising he'll give them gas money (he never does) god gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers fr 😞

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[auroralwriting]

spencer smut perhaps? he's all shy but the second your lips touch his he snaps?

guilty as sin

spencer reid x fem!bau!reader (18+)

you think spencer's too shy to do anything, until he gets a taste of you

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, p-in-v, wrap it before you tap it, sort of dom!spencer, multiple orgasms, spencer is whipped, season seven spencer is implied, soft and fluffy but also a smidgen kinky, spencer’s a gentleman, he’s still a nerd, begging, orgasm denial, he’s also a tease, light praise, it’s smut you get the gist

"Oh, come on? You're seriously going to sit there and tell me nothing happened with Lila Archer?" Emily laughed as she sipped on her beer.

It was a chilly autumn night. Your team had just returned home from a case a few hours prior. You were still dressed in your work clothes, like the rest of our colleagues. Somehow, you were convinced to go to the bar before it got too late into the evening. A sort of celebration that you all had caught the killer so quick with only two casualties. That was rare. Emily had even convinced Hotch to join you all. Since meeting Beth, he'd began to grow out of his shell. It was nice to see him happy again.

The liquor in all of your systems was enough to allow the silly conversations to flow with ease. Seeing as Emily and you had not been on the team when the Lila Archer stalking case was worked on, you had a fair amount of questions.

"You were with Lila Archer, alone, for hours on end," Emily took a sip of her drink as she continued her mini-rant. "and you didn't bang her?"

Derek emitted a slight chuckle, "Well, she did make out with him in the pool."

"The pool? Spence, you dog!" You gasped, quickly following it up with a laugh.

Deep down, this conversation bothered you. Maybe it was due to the fact that you had the biggest crush on Spencer. Or it could have been the way JJ was staring at you, no doubt profiling you. She was the only one who knew of your feelings for the genius. Of course, she was nothing but comforting and supportive. JJ was trying to catch a read on if she should end this conversation before it really got to you.

"I- She initiated it," Spencer weakly defended. "I just, well, kissed her back." The whole table erupted in oohs and laughs.

You kept your longings locked from the man. Kept in faded color, lowercase, locked away inside some secret vault you kept in your heart. It was better this way.

"You don't have it in you to do anything more, my man." Derek slapped Spencer's back. His words, meant to be supportive, just plain were not. "A man of honor, truth, justice, pat-"

"All right, I think we've all had enough to drink tonight." Hotch cut off Derek's drunken ramble. "Let's all make sure to call cabs home."

You grabbed your belongings, just a jacket, purse, and scarf, and stood up along with the rest of your friends. Everyone bid each other goodnight, small hugs passed along. Reaching in your purse, you went to grab the twenty you'd left, just in case. Your purse, however, was seemingly empty, besides a lipstick and your wallet. "Oh, shit." You muttered, having no way to pay for a ride home.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Spencer asked, hearing your call of distress.

Shaking your head, you pursed your lips. "I don't have any cash to get home."

Spencer was quick to reply, "Oh, well why don't you just ride with me? Riding with another person is thirty to fifty percent more safe than being alone, especially while intoxicated. Uh, you can just spend the night, I know you live further away and I'm sure you're tired."

"Thanks, Spence. I'll pay you back," You offered as the two of you walked outside. You felt a chill run up your spine due to the cold, September air.

"It's no problem." Spencer nodded, reaching over to slightly tighten your scarf. The touch of his fingertips on your neck was enough to warm you up completely.

Penelope gave you one last squeeze as you hopped inside the cab with Spencer. The ride would only be fifteen minutes away from his apartment, which wasn't bad.

You stared out the window, watching as it fogged. You dragged your finger over the condensation, drawing yourself a little picture to keep occupied. Your eyes cast up on their own, deciding to focus on the reflection in the window. You were sure glad they did. Spencer was staring at you, unaware that you could see him. His stare sent another round of shivers down your spine.

Always the gentleman, Spencer helped you out of the car once you'd arrived to his apartment. It hit you that you'd actually never been to Spencer's apartment before. You wondered if it looked anything like you'd imagined.

And it was. Exactly as you'd imagined, actually. Dim, warm lights that gave a cozy feeling. He had a brown, leather couch with a green blanket over the top. Books were scattered all over the apartment, but it was done neatly. They were probably organized in a way that would only make sense to Spencer.

"Sorry it's such a mess," Spencer apologized, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's not at all," You replied. "I guess you've never seen my place."

Spencer hummed, "I haven't."

Being a good host, Spencer offered to make you some tea. You sat at his island while he poured some water in a kettle to heat up.

"So, you know you can be honest with me, right?" You decided to awkwardly start a conversation. The silence was just not doing it for you.

"Of course I know that," Spencer nodded. His back was turned to you as he prepped your mugs.

You shook off your nerves, "Did you actually not sleep with Lila Archer?"

Spencer turned around at your words. "I didn't sleep with Lila Archer." He confirmed. "If I did, you know Morgan wouldn't stop talking about it for the rest of our lives."

A small chuckle came from you. "He really wouldn't." You mused.

"Plus, she's, uh, not my type." Spencer boldly continued after a pause of silence.

"What is your type?" You asked curiously, heart increasing, a deep hope he said you were his type.

"I don't know." Spencer mumbled.

The kettle began to whistle, you could see Spencer's body physically relax at this. A distraction. He passed you the tea which you graciously thanked him for. The two of you sat in a comforting silence as you drank.

Spencer looked so gorgeous in this way. His hair was a bit disheveled, untamed from the long flight. His eyes held no signs of tiredness. Your case was in California. You'd left this morning. He must've also slept the whole way home. His brown locks mesmerized you. Oh, how you wanted to curl your fingers in them. Not to mention the ghost of stubble on his face. You imagined tracing your fingers over it softly, wishing to feel him shiver under your touch.

Maybe it was the remaining alcohol still in your system, or maybe pining after him wasn't doing it anymore. You don't know what came over you when you leaned forward, your nose nearly touching his.

Spencer didn't move, you didn't move. It was an odd standoff. "Spence," You softly mumbled his name. You could see his eyes staring down- oh. At your lips. Somehow, you knew he wouldn't do it You watched the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed a gulp of nerves.

It was like he couldn't speak. But you knew it the moment you locked eyes again. You'd know that look anywhere; desperation. It was probably gleaming in your eyes, too. You could definitely feel it.

A sudden wave of confidence crashed over you and you felt yourself pushing your lips against Spencer’s. It took him maybe a full second to process what was happening. His large hands came to grab your face, pressing you closer to him. The kiss felt like nothing you’d expected of Spencer. He took control over the situation quickly. He pushed against you hard, slipping his tongue between your slightly parted lips. It was messy, rough, yet filled with such genuine passion it was dizzying.

“Spence,” You pulled back breathlessly. His eyes were filled with something new, something more lustful.

He softly shushed you, hands still on your face, pulling you back in. It was slightly teeth-clashing, hot. “I’ve been waiting for this,” Spencer muttered between kisses, his voice a near whine. “Just couldn’t make the first move.”

Spencer pulled back, rushing around the counter to where you sat. He pushed apart your legs to stand in between them. His fingers grabbed your chin, thumb on it and his first finger under your chin. He gently forced your head to look up to him. His cheeks were flushed, and you assumed yours were a near identical reflection.

“Tell me what you want,” Spencer whispered. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give you anything, everything.”

“You, I just want you.”

That’s all it took for Spencer to kiss you again. your hands went around his neck to pull off his tie, your hands then moving to unbutton his dress shirt. His worked just as quickly to undo yours.

“Not here,” Spencer muttered, eyes falling to your half-bare chest. “My room’s down the hall.”

With Spencer’s hand in your own, you quickly ran to his bedroom, a soft giggle escaping your lips and how cliché this all felt. Spencer couldn’t help but smile at your amusement. You leapt onto his bed, landing on your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hair that ended on the back of his head.

“Hi, boy genius.” You smiled, voice soft and warm. It reminded Spencer of a hot vanilla latte, or maybe something like a cinnamon roll. Sweet, warm, delicious.

“Hi, pretty girl.” Spencer replied, thumb rubbing sweetly over your cheek.

You both stared into each others eyes for a moment, taking in the delicacy of the intimate moment. Spencer slowly pushed his lips onto yours. It was the most gentle kiss of the evening, and it reminded you that Spencer wasn’t doing this because he felt like it. No, you were his type. Not Lila, you.

Spencer and you slowly discarded the rest of your clothing, allowing Spencer to slowly drag his fingers over your bare skin, admiring your beauty. “You’re almost as beautiful as Aphrodite,” he muttered. “I would say prettier, but the ancient Greek believed it would curse whomever was called more beautiful because Aphrodite wanted to remain the most beautiful.”

Even during moments like this, you loved Spencer’s rambles. Slowly, Spencer began to kiss all around your jaw, moving down your neck and to your chest. Your hands found his hair as you arched into him. He spent some time licking and sucking on your chest, loving the way you sounded for him, the way you pulled on his hair. He loved the smell of your skin, how soft it felt beneath his lips and tongue.

“Spencer,” you whined, pulling harder on his hair.

The man looked up to you, eyes gleaming as his mouth popped off you with a small pop. “Yeah, baby?”

“I need more,” you replied.

“Like what?” Spencer teased, slowly dragging his finger down your stomach. “Need more here?” He asked, playfully biting at your chest. “Or… here?” Spencer’s fingers trailed over your thigh, slowly moving from the inside to the out.

You groaned, “Oh, there! Please, there!”

Spencer also groaned in reply, “Didn’t take you as a begger,” he muttered. “but I love it.”

Slowly, Spencer moved his finger to your aching core. It slowly ran through your folds, causing you to moan loudly. “Spence,”

“Is this all for me?” Spencer cockily asked, referring to your wetness. You nodded quickly, pulling him down to kiss you once more. As he kissed you, he slid a finger inside, just to the first knuckle to gather some of your slick. He brought it back out and slowly began to circle your clit with it. Pulling back from the kiss, you became a mess of moans, whines, and breathy sounds. Spencer slowly kissed up and down your neck as he played with your sensitive bundle of nerves. “This enough for you, baby?”

“Inside,” you stumble out. “Please, inside me.”

Spencer couldn’t help but give you exactly what you wanted. How could he when you begged so nicely for him? He brought that same finger back inside, plunging it until it reached his final knuckle. Slowly, he began to pump it in and out of you, allowing you grace to adjust to the new object inside you.

“How’s that?” Spencer asked.

“Good, so good,” You babbled.

His finger multiplied and became two. They pumped in and out, adding slight curls to his fingers every now and again. His thumb went back to your clit, slowly rubbing it for added pleasure. “This what you wanted, sweet girl? This what you’ve imagined me doing to you?”

“Yes, yes!” You moaned.

Spencer smiled, “I’m not going to lie, I’ve imagined this moment for the last year.” In any other occasion, you would’ve became bashful at the declaration, but you were already too far gone with the alcohol and pleasure in your system.

It was then Spencer’s fingers hit your soft spot, causing your back to arch. “Oh, baby!” You cried out, grabbing onto the man above you and wrapping your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

“There?” He asked.

“Oh, yes! There!” You answered quickly.

Spencer worked his magic, adding another finger as you stretched for him. It didn’t take long for your first orgasm to hit you like a sea of stars. Spencer softly shushed you, helping you relax.

“You okay?” Spencer smoothed your hair as he looked at you carefully.

You nodded, “Please, Spence. I want you.”

Spencer wasted no time lining himself up with you, allowing some of your slick to gather on his hard-on. He pushed in, causing you both to groan in unison.

“Oh my god,” he breathlessly said. “You’re so tight, oh my god. Baby, you feel so good.” His voice raised, slightly higher than normal as he resisted the urge to move until you said so.

“Move, move, please,” You told him. He wasted no time pushing his hips forward and backward, pulling your legs up around his hips once more.

He fit you so good, so right. Everything in that moment felt perfect, like he was made for you. You were made for him. It took Spencer less than a minute to be snapping his hips in record time. You felt like your eyes were going to roll back at the pleasure.

Spencer grabbed your chin the way he did earlier, “Look at me, baby. Wanna see your pretty eyes.”

Still reeling from your last orgasm, it took you no time to feel your climax approaching once more. “Spence, I need to come,”

“Not yet,” He groaned. “‘M almost there, baby. Hold on,” You felt a loud whine emit from your throat. The sound of it made Spencer’s dick throb, and you felt it. “Doing so good for me, honey. Oh, god, I’m almost there. So good.”

You were on the brink of orgasm. You weren’t sure if you could hold it any longer. “Spencer!”

“Where?” He asked.

“In, oh my god,” You practically were yelling at this point.

“Let go, baby,” Spencer’s words were all you needed to finally reach that sweet, sweet release again. You felt him spill inside you, the warmth making your orgasm feel even better. Spencer’s arms slowly gave out above you, and he slowly fell onto your chest. He pressed his lips to your hair, a sweet gesture.

The two of you laid there, catching your breath. You played with Spencer’s curls as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “I kind of have a crush on you,” You admitted jokingly, knowing he knew.

“Yeah?” He chuckled. “I do too.” He sat up, pulling out of you. You wished he didn’t; it felt so empty. “You gotta go pee, right?”

“Yeah,” You groaned lazily, slowly sitting up. “Hey, you’re gonna take me on a date after this, right?”

Spencer nodded with a smile, “I already have it planned. Now, go use the bathroom so we can fall asleep together.”

You mock saluted at him, “Yes, sir. I’ll be right back.”

Who knew your night out would lead to the best night of your life?

[fools-ramblings-and-whatnot]

Drabble: Hand-me-Downs

Yuu got isekaid to NRC with only the clothes on their backs. The only extra clothing they had when they got to Ramshackle were the uniforms from Crowley, the standard NRC class uniform, Pe clothes, a labcoat and Ceremonial robes, all ill-fitting and smelling dust.

When they got to cleaning the dilapitated dorm they found some extra fabric or clothing and they made some shirts.

Ace was the first one to give them so extra clothes, a hoodie that he brought but never wore. Then next was Deuce with a new shirt his mother sent over that was not his size.

When Yuu ran out of clothing because the rain came before their clothes dried, they'd wear some of Heartslabyul's shirts that Ace or Deuce lent them.

At some point other dorms caught on on Whats happening and joined in.

Riddle would give Yuu and "extra" scarf he had that he didn't use, its cold out Yuu should protect themselves from the cold. Trey would give a nice hat to protect themselves from the sun. Cater happily throwing in some comfy mittens he found on sale but didn't "fit him". Everything , ofcourse, in Heartslabyul's signature colors.

The Savanaclaw guys were different, instead of clothing Leona would tell Yuu to take away the trash littering his dorm room, and by trash he means that extra embroidered duvets his brother has sent him. He doesn't want it. Jack gives them extra new towels he had on stock , while Ruggie stitches them a doll he said just happened to look like a mini-grim that he was planning to sell. All of these went to Yuu's bedroom.

Yuu was wary from accepting anything from Octavinelle but it was hard to say no to them. Azul handed a coat he didn't use anymore. Floyd practically pushed into their hands a pair of pants that were far to long, but they could always stitch it up.Jade offered some gloves, but unlike Cater's that was for colder climates, the gloves Jade gave was for everyday use. Yuu tried not to think how it can be second hand when it fits them perfectly (Jade and Yuu definitely had different hand sizes).

Kalim was as generous as he can get and he had a lot of stuff to spare, like his signature cardigan. It was so obvious Yuu got it from Kalim that it got some students staring. Jamil gave Yuu some extra pajamas he had lying around, it was large and comfy and Yuus favorite sleepwear.

Vil gave Yuu like, 7 pairs of silken pillow cases. He said he got it as PR in the past and it would be a waste not to put it to good use. He also got them some extra handkerchiefs so they can be more aware of their messy appearance. Rook gave them his extra dress shirt, which was far too large but beggars can't be choosers. Epel gave them a knitted sweater from his home town and some earmuffs.

Idia was against the idea, but Ortho pursuaded him. Rather than giving hand me downs he gives Yuu some brand new Eyecovers for sleeping, it had a printed picture of a game character on it so it must be a freebie from one of his online escapades. Still, its the thought that counts. Ortho was the one who decided for his brother and added a hoodie Idia didn't use in the pile. (much to Idia's mortification the first time he saw Yuu wearing it in the hallways, he didn't take it back tho)

Lilia gave them a large extra Diasomnia outer coat, which was part of the dorm uniform and several band shirts. Silver gave them an extra pillow. And Sebek, handed them an extra labcoat, which again was far too large but it can be mended so its ok. Malleus took some time thinking of what hand me down to give them, which hw shouldn't really because Yuu was happy with anything he gave, but alas Malleus wanted it to be special. (For a handme down, really?)

He wanted to take Yuu's situation in mind, what article of clothing or bedding did they need?

In the end he settled giving the thing he thought Yuu needed the most...

Which so happened to be a fancy bed canopy with gold and black accents.Malleus says its good for sleeping, to keep the light and noise out.It may also be a bit enchanted to give the owner a goodnight's rest.

It looked so out of place in Yuu's little room.And they had to build the foundation to hold it up.

So that's how Yuu got several hand me downs from their friends, clothing and bedding.

Until Ace lent them his cologne, which started a whole new wave of hand me downs, each person trying to one up each other in giving Yuu a scent that also "coincidentally" smells like one of the dorms or a dorm member.

[ihaznoclue]

Reader pampers Lycaon part 2 Pleaseeeeee he deserves it and i really like the first one you made:333 i mean I like every thing you make but like it was soooo cute!! :333

Pretty please??? With the sprinkles on top:3

girl I would never turn this request down 💪

Parings -> Von Lycaon x Reader

Warnings -> Pure fluff up ahead!

Note -> Reader taking care of Lycaon Part 2 | Part 1 (here)

Genre -> Fluff of course

Von Lycaon

It was morning time, Lycaon was still resting on his bed, but suddenly got woken up by a delicious smell and some noises down at the kitchen

He felt the side to see if you were there, all he could feel was empty cold bed sheets, he thought you slept in with him

But Instead you were making breakfast for the both for you, He wonders what you are making

So he decided to make the bed and change and head down

With you, you were trying your hardest not to make a mess in the kitchen since you didn't want Lycaon to clean YOUR mess.

So during the process of making breakfast, you cleaned after yourself and you did some dishes during that time while waiting for the pancakes to cook

Yep, You were making pancakes!

You hoped Lycaon will like them, speaking of Lycaon, you wonder if he's awake or not

"Good morning Love" You heard a husked voice behind you as your felt arms wrap around your waist

"Oh! Lycaon, You finally awake. Sorry was I making too much noise?" You worriedly asked

He chuckled as he nuzzled into your neck, he could smell your perfume

"Nah, I woke up from the smell, what are you making?" He asked, "Pancakes!" You happily replied

"Smells good, dear" Lycaon smiled as he was now beside you

"I did my best, you can sit down if you want or you can wait until i finish and we can decorate our pancakes" You spoke

Lycaon smiled more "I like the second option"

"The second option it is then" You smiled back

During breakfast, you guys talked about what you two can do today, you two agreed to have a little walk around sixth street and go to the shops there

You really wanted to meet Lycaon's friends that owned a video store, so you both agreed to go there first

You two were now walking around, you wanted to meet these friends of his as you two finally made it to the video store, Lycaon opened the door for you as you thanked him

Oh, this place was cool

Video tapes were all displayed as customers looked through, there was also a cute scarf wearing bangboo at the front

"Cute" You squealed

"Oh hello there Lycaon, what brings you here?" A boy spoke

"Ah, Wise, I'm here to introduce my Partner" Lycaon pointed out to you, Wise smiled gently as he introduced himself as Wise, he was one of the managers of this store

"Oh, let me get my sister, Belle!" Wise shouted out, a girl appeared as she came from the staff only door, she instantly screamed as she saw you

"Ah! You must be Name, Lycaon's partner, I'm belle. It's very nice to meet you" She excitedly introduced herself, Wise had to push her back

You giggled as you introduced yourself "Hello, Belle and Wise. Yes I'm Lycaon's partner, Name. It seems that you two are Lycaon friends, It very nice too meet you guys too" You smiled

After chatting for a while you guys left, went to more places and went back home.

"Today was a good day" You smiled

Lycaon agreed "Indeed It was"

You guys were home now, it was already getting late as you both were in bed, relaxing

Lycaon was laying on your chest as you caressed his hair and ears softly, making his tail wag

You chuckled as your petted his ear and scratched behind his ear, he groaned

"Does that feel nice? Am I hurting you?" You asked just in case

"No, you're alright, It feels nice" He said as he had his eye closed as he felt like he was melting on the spot

He could hear your heartbeat as you chest went up and down, Lycaon was now at ease

You were his savior, his wish

His dream..

-A<3

[sofiareidings]

I Told The Stars About You

Summary: After a tough case that hit too close to home you decide to try and clear your mind by stargazing. When it doesn't work you suddenly hear the coworker you've been crushing on behind you.

A/N: This one-shot is less talking and more just light flirting. I think I'll be writing more flirty stuff in the future but I'm still learning so you'll have to deal with me! Also like I said in my pinned post in taking requests so feel free to send some! You can say a certain situation, a ship, a song to base it off, a trope, whatever! Just make sure to read my immediate no-gos.

Word Count: 0.6k

Song Suggestions: Esa Pared by Leo Dan ft. Vicente Fernãndez

The case had affected everyone. Cases that centre around kids always do, but this one really hit close to home for you. The best way you could think to cope with this was by doing the thing that always puts a smile on your face, even if only for a second.

It was almost pitch black when you parked your car on the vacant street. The only light being from the streetlights and the stars. Walking out into the old baseball field that the street backed up on you found a nice place to sit down. After getting situated you tilted your head up and just stared up at the stars. Looking at all the different shapes you could make. Listening to the sound of trees blowing in the wind and the sound of crickets.

Every time a memory from the case came back you focused on a new star, and a new happy thought. Normally you’d have smiled by now but it wasn’t happening. You couldn’t focus on the stars. The cold of the air became noticeable and the sounds of the crickets were now annoying. You couldn’t make out any shapes in the stars because they were becoming blurry by the tears in your eyes and the shakes in your breath. Everything was coming back and it was like you couldn’t do anything.

“Are you okay?” You jumped, startled by the voice behind you. When you turned your head you looked up to see Spencer standing above you, his hands in his pockets and a scarf wrapped around his neck and falling over his shoulder. You start to nod and wipe your face trying to calm yourself down before talking.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your words came out in one breath. You tried to stand up but Spencer sat down before you could. He sat there just looking down at the grass like he didn’t know what to say. “How’d you find me?”

“You seemed off on the jet and when you drove a different way I got concerned. I guess I followed you here but that sounds like I’m a stalker.” He laughed a little at the end then looked up from the grass and at you. You weren’t fine, it was obvious. “It doesn’t take a profiler to realise that you are clearly upset.”

“The case, it just hit close to home. I don’t want to talk about it.” The sentence came out a little blunt, almost angry. He seemed taken aback a little but he knew you didn’t mean any harm. “I just…want to look at the stars.”

“We can do that then.” He nodded then leaned back on his arms and looked up. You did the same but couldn’t help but look over at him as well. His scarf had become undone when he sat down and his hair fell backwards. You took the moment of comfort and layed down on the grass, Spencer doing the same.

Instead of rejecting the advance, he looked away then squeezed your hand and didn’t comment. The heat in your face mixed with the butterflies made it happen…the stars had finally made you smile. They just needed a little help this time.

The two of you just layed there for a long time. Looking at the stars and enjoying each other's company. You turned your head to see Spencer still looking at the stars and when you moved your eye contact down his hand was laying less than an inch away from yours. In a moment of bravery you moved yours and put it in his while quickly looking back at the stars. You could feel him looking at you, clearly having noticed the gesture.

[triplesilverstar]

Rating: G

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, Aliases 

Word count: Roughly 1. 5K

A/N: So the second of my Dad!Vash drabbles/blurbs which seem to keep getting bigger and bigger… Gee I wonder why. Anyway enjoy some nice ice skating fluff with some more interactions from the reader this time as they watch Vash and Rei learning how to skate. Or in Vash's case, falling on ice.

Failing limbs and a soft cry and Rei’s skates got caught up in his feet once more as he pitched forward to land on the slippery surface. Only to stop as he found himself in the air, the clear blue ice replaced by a head of dark hair planted against the cold sheet. “Papa!” 

Looking up with his hand around Rei’s middle, Vash smiled trying to hide the wince as his cheeks hurt from the impact. “We gotta be careful, can’t have you getting hurt.” Keeping Rei in the air, Vash pushed himself back up to his knees before placing Rei back down and holding his hands out for the boy to get his balance on the thin blades under his feet. “There we go buddy. Ready to try again?” 

A short little nod from the little blond as Rei’s fingers gripped his fathers long digits tighter through his little mittens and tried to push himself forward again. It had been an afternoon of chilly delights as father and son tried skating for the first time. With Rei quickly learning that while he might not have been very good at pushing himself across the frozen water lining the space, he was better at it then his Papa was.

It was a new concept, one put on by the Earth forces that both you and Vash think is to try and convince the inhabitants of the planet that they’re there to help. Neither of you fully believe it, and you certainly know attempted good will gestures and public relations stunts when you see them. The whole reason they were going around different towns and setting up the skating arena for a few days was to show what they could do to improve the lives of the inhabitants of the planet, if they were the ones in charge of the government and how the natural resources were used. The people of Noman’s Land hadn’t survived this long to hand it over so easily, but when Vash had gotten word that one of the units was coming to the town nearest to your little ranch he had sat you down and pleaded. 

“Mayfly, we both know it’s an attempt to sway the population and I’m still wanted but I don’t want Rei to miss the chance for something so wholesome.” With this best puppy dog face on as he smiled softly with a hand over yours as his thumb brushed your knuckles. 

All you could do as he kept those eyes on you with his adoration and pleading you dragged a hand down your face before setting him with a hard stare. “I’ll think about it.” 

There wasn’t that much thinking on your part as every chance he had Vash was whispering in your ear how amazing an experience it would be for Rei and never voicing how you knew he also wanted to go. Unlike you Vash had never seen ice, sure he’d felt cold like that at night but to see a building with the floor covered in the clear frozen water. 

It also didn't help that Vash had help in his pleading and pestering, with Rei asking just as much as his father even if he didn't fully understand the reasons why you were so hesitant. So while you internally warred with yourself and both males in your life acted like whining puppies left out in the harsh conditions of a sandstorm. 

Eventually you caved. Vash and you sit Rei down and put a series of rules in place to make sure your little family wasn’t found out. Then once Rei was in bed you set down a set of rules for the grinning madman to make sure he didn't reveal anything about your identities either. 

On the day of and the moment you and Vash stepped through the door with Rei held up in his fathers arms, his growing limbs wrapped around his scarfed neck as he looked around you knew it was worth it. Seeing the awe spread on his little chubby cheek as his face was split with a grin and he let out a happy little squeal of delight he was quick to try and hide. The look on Vash’s face had been just as wonderful to your eyes and seeing the slight puff of vapors past his sun chapped lips and the tip of his nose already turning pink. 

You’d taken to walking around the edge of the sheet of the frozen surface as Vash and Rei donned skates and stumbled their way out to the ice like so many of the other townsfolk. It was sweet how many times Rei would fall, or almost fall only to be swept up in his fathers arms before it happened. Vash of course wasn’t so lucky and the evidence of those rescues was starting to become apparent. Covered in bruises and his face red from the ice it kept being wedged against, yet he never gave up trying to help Rei skate along and while he wasn’t getting any better Rei certainly was. His little legs pushed him farther and farther as he grew more comfortable on the thin metal strapped to his feet, calling out for his Papa to catch up to him. 

An afternoon of laughter as Rei started to skate circles around Vash and tried to help his father grow more comfortable. At this point though you were certain Vash would never improve beyond his stumbling and wobbly short glides.

Eventually though from even your place at the edge you could see Rei let out a yawn and his own pale cheeks were starting to turn red from the cold. Making a motion for your husband and son to come towards you and Rei made it about halfway before he fell back on his butt and laughed too far ahead of his father to be caught this time.

Giggling like mad when Vash arrived to help him up and Rei instead pulled his father down beside him. “It's weird to be chilly and warm at the same time Papa.” You could hear from your place at the edge as his voice carried, making you shake your head. 

“Well, I for one am ready to be warm Rei.” Vash answered before scooping him and slowly making his way towards you with a somewhat sleepy looking sprout in his arms. “Did you have fun my little Rei of Sunshine?” A wide smile on your face as you took your little boy from Vash so he could work on taking the blades of his feet as he plopped down beside you. 

“Yes Mama. So much fun.” Letting out a little laugh before yawning and snuggling against your chest as you sat beside Vash and starting undoing Rei’s and slipping his own shoes back on his smaller feet. Once his feet were once more protected from the cold, you turned towards Vash as he pulled his own shoes on, his breath wafting up in little clouds along his black hair. 

“How about you Sunshine?” Holding back the chuckle rising through you at the look he gives you. 

“My face hurts, but this was worth it.” Reaching up to rub at his jaw before his shoulder froze. “For Rei.” Tacking on at the end before pushing his fingers into his bruised flesh, only for you to place your palm over his and rubbing into the chilled flesh before giving it a pat. 

“Come on Eriks” Using the alias since you didn’t know who was around to overhear you speaking. “Let's get you and our baby home to warm up.” Standing up with Rei in your arms as best as you can, the boy getting to be almost to big for you to carry comfortably in your arms as you once had. 

“I'm not a baby Mama.” A broken complaint from the boy in your arms rubbing at his eyes,sending a smile at Vash as he made a motion to take the boy back. 

With a bit of maneuvering you passed Rei back to him and heard a mumble of “tell Mama I'm not a baby Papa.” Followed by a yawn. Taking the skates from Vash you headed back to the little kiosk you had gotten them from near the door before drifting outside to find Vash already atop his tomas with Rei in front of him and the reins for your own mount in hand. 

Climbing into the saddle and a brief thank you to your spouse, the two of you turn towards home and begin the journey back. Taking notice of Vash still rubbing his cheek you let out a short laugh. “Once we get home and get Rei settled I'll kiss all those boo-boos better.” Giving him a wink and you see the red rising on his cheeks for a different reason than when you had been inside the frozen arena. 

“You know, I've been thinking.” He drawled on, his grin growing wider and more lecherous. “I think I want another one.” 

“Not a baby.” Both you and Vash erupt into laughter at his sleepy tone. 

“Not in front of the baby, but we'll talk about it.” You roll your eyes and a smaller voice pipes up.

[aina-otsuki]

Nico Di Angelo Headcanons!

Some of these are probably really weird. But just like go with the flow if it doesn’t make sense.

Headcanon #1 - Nico can draw really well. Just one look at it can make anyone feel as if they're actually there. He uses it as a coping mechanism since Tartarus. Will saw one of them once and was absolutely terrified. He wondered what it must have felt like actually being there like Nico had alone.

Headcanon #2 - Has nice and fancy handwriting. I mean Nico literally had an Ambassador for a grandfather. Nico is also really polite and cannot call any adult by their first name out of habit. But this is only because he respects them and if he feels really REALLY comfortable around them then he’ll call them by their first name. 

Headcanon #3 - When Nico was remodeling the Hades Cabin he probably asked for one of the Hecate campers to cast a spell on the cabin so it’s bigger on the inside. So there are a lot of rooms in the Hades Cabin. One of the rooms is a giant library with tons of books that Annabeth asks to read some of them. Nico also has some of Sally’s books in the library. Her books are some of his personal favorites.

Headcanon #4 - The Hades cabin (a.k.a. Nico) always has something special planned for Halloween. Nico plans out all the festivities he thinks would be cool or something he did as a kid. Camp Jupiter comes over for that week too. Whenever it’s Hallow's eve every camper comes out to the campfire. Nico then comes in with some spooky entrance and starts giving warnings to add effect to the story. Also for campers who might not be able to handle it. Mr. D and Chiron are always there to  supervise and Mr. D loves seeing some of the campers get scared. Like Nico uses his powers whenever he’s storytelling and chooses an unsuspecting camper for a certain scare. No one in both camps can deny that Nico is the best story teller for the occasion. Even the toughest Mars/Ares kids are scared.

Headcanon #5 - Nico probably has one of Bianca’s scarves from when they were kids and it was too big for them. Now it’s the perfect fit, the scarf is also jade green since Bianca loved the color. He mainly wears it when he’s in need of some comfort. Or when it’s really cold in the winter.

Headcanon #6 - Nico has a typewriter in his cabin. He also may write little short stories based on how he’s feeling. Since Italy is like the country of music. He also has a room that has a closet of cases filled with an instrument. He uses music to calm himself down like his mom used to do when he was a kid. Nico may have a diary but it looks like a normal book so, no one suspects a thing. He might have a pride flag (Will or Jason probably gave him) in his room.

Headcanon #7 - The Hades cabin has a huge Ball Room. Nico likes to go there when he feels like dancing. Hazel had come into the Hades cabin and was surprised by the amount of remodeling he did. Their cabin is a literal small castle because of the amount of rooms. He may have modeled Hazel’s side of the cabin or room now and when he showed her she started to tear up because it reminded her of the good things she had at home in New Orleans. 

Headcanon #8 - Nico has a record player or some speakers in his room. I don’t think anything else has to be said…

Headcanon #9- Nico thought it would be cool to have a recording studio so he makes covers of songs both old and modern. Of course he sometimes translates it to Italian at times and Hazel recorded him once on YouTube (or something else Idk point is she puts it on the internet) and it got tons of views so now he’s just a famous cover artist. One time he decided to write a song for Will and sang it for him on his birthday. Nico’s voice also has some vocals (If you know what I mean) when he sings. Like he can change his voice to sound like a girl or very deep and sound older. He can hit high notes and very low notes. Also because Nico’s slowly getting his memories I think he would remember lullabies his mom sang to him and sing them to new young campers who are like 7 or 10 years old when they have a nightmare or demigod dream. 

Headcanon #10 - He’s probably going to be the one filling in for Percy as the role model. So, newcomers are going to be scared of him at first but after a while they're confident enough to talk to him and they realize Nico’s actually a really fun or great person to be around. So now young campers are just going up to him telling him about their day. Or telling him about how they improved because of the advice he gave them. The campers might even be coming up to him just to compliment him on something he did a few days ago or in the past. Then Will’s just like “When did this happen?”. At first when campers started doing this Nico was freaking out but he got used to it after a few weeks or months. 

Headcanon #11 - Nico can cook and bake tons of stuff. So when he tried cooking for Hazel she just started smiling so much because of how much she loved it. Nico probably made a birthday cake for her at some point and everyone there to celebrate just ran up to him and started asking for his recipe. He probably remembers his mom’s cooking and just starts doing what he remembers her doing. (You know, like memorizing her actions and trying to do the same. Or um muscle memory. That’s how some people learned to cook. Looking at someone else cooking and then getting the ingredients and cooking.)

Headcanon #12 - When Nico is old enough to drink, he buys some wine. Once he tries it he realizes that it’s absolutely sh*t. So he just tells Will who’s with him that it sucks and starts ranting about what could have been done to make it better. 

Headcanon #13 - Nico has fairy lights in his room and he never turns on the normal lights because it ruins the effect the lights give his room. He refuses no matter how many times someone asks him too. He also has a hidden secret entrance into his room and he puts an underground system into every cabin. He put one in Hazel’s too just in case of emergencies. The underground system leads all over camp and outside into New York City. No one but He and Hazel know about this. He probably told Will about it and Will maybe asked him to put one in his cabin too. Then Hazel probably put the underground system in the Pluto cabin too.

Headcanon #14 - There’s a club for all the queer campers at Camp and I think Nico would be in the club. There isn’t much room in the cabins for all the members so, when Nico joins he offers to host it and everyone in the club is just in awe of how big and amazing the Hades Cabin is on the inside. He also lets any camper part of the club into the Hades cabin just in case they want some space or are outed during the school year. Nico probably tells the club about Cupid (Euros or whatever the mfs name is spelled) outing him and tells any of the younger campers in the club he understands how it feels. 

Headcanon #15 - I think he’s autistic. I also think he probably inherited this trait from Maria. This could be used in so many fanfics. I’ll write one if I have to…

Headcanon #16 - Nico learned how to sew because Hazel had ripped one of her favorite hoodies. So he put a little design when he sewed the hoodie back together. One day Hazel put it one when she was meeting Percabeth, Caleo, Jason and Piper (I forgot how to spell Jason and Piper’s ship name 🥲) with Frank. They all asked who did the design and when she said Nico did it. All of them were shocked they stood still for like a few seconds. Word spread around quickly about Nico’s sewing skills in Camp. Now whenever someone has ripped clothing they just go to Nico Di Angelo.

[kotonoba]

ISYT (Jushiro/Fem!Reader) Birthday Special

12/21/22 is his birthday; what can I say? Aside from I'm sorry it's so late.

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“He doesn’t seem to notice what today is,” you whispered to yourself, jotting that down on your little notepad while sneaking peeks at your lover now and then. You were more of stalking for a birthday present for him; by the time you’ve already jotted down your idea of getting a coffee mug for him, despite him not drinking coffee – by the time you turned to peek at him trimming away on his bonsai trees, he had vanished into thin air. You made a troubled look only to scream when you heard a playful “boo” behind you. Pivoting back, you turned to face your lover with a surprised but satisfied smile.

“That’s the look of someone guilty; what are you hiding, y/n?” 

Suspiciously, you hid your notepad behind your petite figure, “nothing! I was just about to uhm… come out and greet you.”

The look on his face didn’t scream as if he believed you. Instead, he tried to peer behind you to see what you were hiding, “what have you got there, love?”

“No-nothing!”

“I don’t think that’s the case. Will you hand it over?” 

“N-no! This is mine. This is not an order, and you have no right to take it from me,” though you acted smug, he could see through your disguise as you so desperately tried to hide your flustered self from him.

“I’m a captain. Please hand it over?” 

Even though he’s not your captain, you held his pleading stare for a few seconds before caving and handing over your notepad to him, “alright, alright. You win, <i>taichou</i>.” 

Another satisfied smile made its welcoming appearance on his face again as he peered down at the notepad to see a “haha, made you look.” The look on his face was nothing more than surprised when he glanced up at you for some sort of answer.

You smiled, “I’m not letting you win <i>that</i> easily, ‘Shiro,” you grinned, though your eyes did scan him a few times wot come up with something, if not anything. 

Maybe he got the memo of what you were looking for because he made a dramatic pause then placed his hand on the back of his neck, going, “brrrr, isn’t it cold today? It would be sooooo nice to have a scarf that keeps me away from the cold, and reminds me of my lover,” he smiles, eyeing you a few times before you had a lightbulb in your head.

“Thank you so much,” you hurried off, returning to pick up your pen and notepad from him, kissing his cheeks, “you’re so dramatic.” 

“That’s why you love me, no?” He called out to you, but you were already gone with the wind, hurriedly scurrying off to the shopping district. If you had a little more time, mayhaps next year, you would hand-make something for him. But, just this year, you’d buy it for him. 

The day flew by faster than you had hoped for. That’s probably what happens when you’re busy spending your day trying to find the perfect gift, but you did at the last store that was drawing to a close. With the gift you bought in a neat little bag held close to your heart, you hurried off to the Ugendo. As you recall, today was his day off, so he should probably be making or eating dinner already. 

You found yourself nervously shuffling through the hallways, peeking in every room to look for your lover. Never in your bright mind had you thought about locating his reiatsu because if you did, you wouldn’t have been sca– 

“Boo!” Jushiro shouts from behind a sliding door, causing you to jump back defensively and scream.

“Don’t scare me like that!”

“You could have always just checked for my reiatsu unless you’ve been slacking on your training the moment you entered the fourth division because you guys are non-combatant?”

You opened your mouth to retort, but you made a face. He was right about that, “pluuuus, I also have my big strong lover who happens to be a captain to protect me if anything goes south?” 

He weighed his words to yours and nodded, pulling you into a hug, “yeah, yeah, that’ll fly. You’ve been busy today, and I felt your reiatsu all over the place. What were you out hunting for, and why didn’t you bring me? It seemed like fun.” 

“‘Shiro, you must think I’m stupid. I would not bring my lover with me to go shopping for his birthday gift, with the cat being out of the bag – here!” gleefully, you pulled out the maroon colored scarf to wrap around his neck, “since you dramatically told me you wanted something around your neck, I thought I would get you a scarf. Happy birthday, ‘Shiro.”

He smiled slyly, but still a smile when he pulled you closer to place a kiss on your cheeks, “thank you. But I was thinking more of you wrapping your arms around my neck, but that would be shameful for me to say out in the garden, no?” 

You fed him what he wanted with that sentence, a surprised look that caught you off guard, “n-next time!”

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I personally believe that his birthday should be considered a holiday. I'll try to throw the Christmas chapter out to you guys tomorrow.

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[melishade]

Attack on Prime Winter Anthology: Breeze

Main Story

Leaves

“You know, one would think that it would be a little warmer at the beach, but it’s just as cold as it is in the mainland!” Jean shouted, wrapping his arms around himself to keep his body warm. The Survey Corps resided at the port for the day to discuss construction plans, but the weather had not improved over the past few days. It had only gotten worse. They all were staring out at the ocean, listening to the waves crash against the rocks and sand.

“At least we’re not doing training exercises in the cold,” Connie retorted, his own arms wrapped around his body.

“Winter! Foreboding and deadly!” Sasha declared followed by a sneeze. 

Mikasa could only pull her scarf above her nose and sigh. She never liked this time of year. She never liked how cold it always got around this time. It just...brought up too many sad memories. 

“Maybe a nice cooked meal would help,” Armin suggested. 

“Yeah, I’m not cooking out in the open like this,” Niccolo declared, beginning to pack away his utensils.

“Why?!” Sasha whined.

“Because I hate the weather too!” Niccolo shouted, followed by a sneeze, “Damn it! I didn’t think it’d be this bad!”

“What’s it like in Marley?” Armin asked him.

“Worst case scenario, it rain further in the mainland,” Niccolo explained, “Sure it gets cold, but it feels like were in the damn mountains! And it only snows in the mountains and the upper regions of Marley!”

“Good to know,” Jean muttered, followed by a sneeze.

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Hanji shuddered from the breeze blowing outside as she shut the window to the room in the port. “At least we’re not doing this in tents.”

Hanji turned to her attention to Levi, Optimus, and Eren, who were all sitting down at the moment. “So, I have a list of items that I think would be beneficial for both civilian and military purposes that we could take out of the neutral ship. But if there’s going to be a delay due to the snow, we might as well get the resources we need now before the snow starts to fall.”

Hanji hand Optimus the list and the Prime began to review it. Hanji then turned her attention to Levi. “We’re still going to continue construction on the port since it is a priority.”

“What about the Marleyans and Restorationists?” Levi asked.

“We provide them with warm clothes,” Hanji answered, “These guys have been to war.”

Hanji then turned her attention to Eren. “Since I’ve never gotten the chance to study titan movement during the winter, we are going to have to run some experiments. You’ll also need to be helping Optimus with taking out parts from the neutral ship.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Eren replied.

“There are some parts from the ship we can utilize for the duration of the winter,” Optimus proclaimed as he handed the paper back to Hanji.

“Good,” Hanji folded the paper and put it back in her pocket, “But I do have a question: are you going to be okay for the next few months? With the cold and all? You and Megatron mentioned that the scraplets died due to the cold weather, which means that our weather system can kill you guys if too intense. I just want this to be address now so there isn’t an issue later.”

“The scraplets are much smaller, and have a constant need to consume metal in order to combat how quickly they burn through their energy reserves,” Optimus explained, “Megatron and I are much larger, and know how to combat the cold weather.”

“Well, if you need anything, let us know,” Hanji advised.

“Also, where the fuck is Buckethead going to be in any of this?” Levi demanded from the Prime.

“He has not specified,” Optimus answered.

“As long as he’s doing his shit in Marley, I don’t care right now,” Hanji proclaimed, “We’ll call him when it’s an emergency.”

After the meeting, the four of them had walked out of the building, only to be met with the cold breeze from the see.

“Damn it!” Hanji shouted, “I didn’t think it’d be this bad!”

“Get over it,” Levi told her.

“No!” Hanji exclaimed.

Eren did his best to keep his hands warm in his pockets. He glance over at Optimus to see the Prime was flexing the fingers of the holoform hand in a rather subtle manner. Guess Optimus seemed a little bothered by the cold too.

[supraxstcllas]

In earmuffs and winter coat Thad's zips around Match in a blur, circling around him a few times before he wraps a black hand knit scarf loosely around his neck, a mischievous part of him almost tempted to tie it in a bow.

"Happy Holidays, Match. I, uh, know you don't really get cold, but I thought it might be nice for you to have one just in case you ever needed it. I also got some cat toys for Frost." He says digging out an assortment of small toys like plush mice with bells inside of them and other cat toys from the pockets of his winter coat and placing them in Match's hands.

🧬 — Match watches the speedster as he zooms around him, already smiling as he feels the scarf being wrapped around his neck. once Thad stopped moving, Match laughed and gave him a fond smile.

true, while he didn't feel the cold, he still appreciated the thought. he pulls the scarf tighter around his neck, focusing on how the yarn felt between his fingers. his smile grows bit by bit as more cat toys were put in his hands, laughing a little at the assortment of them.

it made his chest swell with warmth.

" Thad, thank you! I love it, and I'm sure Frost will love these too. "

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Scream Drabble 2 pt. 1

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

*Been working on this for a week or so. These bois have soooo much potential and they're just fun to write for. Enjoy :)

The front door swung open.

“Would ya look at that! I’m glad you decided to show up, Y/n,” Stu greeted, adorning a red toga. “The party's finally getting started now that you’re here, babe.”

Y/n cast her gaze away demurely. Stu stepped out of the way and she stepped in. And, despite the flattery Stu laid on her, the party had indeed started. People were drinking and socializing, many of them being total strangers or acquaintances she’d seen walking around school. She was rather nervous, but considering everything that was going down around her, it made sense to go to a large party where no murders could possibly occur.

Stu shut the door behind her and clasped her shoulders tightly. Y/n’s clothing was fairly modest in comparison to the people around her. She adorned a sweater - the autumn weather was cold and nipped at her skin - with a skirt with black tights. She wore boots, too, and had a scarf that she hung up on the wall once she was inside. The others around her were either shirtless, could be fully nude at any moment, or wore rather revealing outfits, like her best friend, Tatum.

The girl in question was nowhere in sight yet, leaving Y/n to cling to Stu’s side. It was honestly a wonder that her and Tatum were best friends, but it was a classic case of ‘extrovert adopts introvert.’ Or, in this case, several extroverts, because sometimes Tatum was connived that before her and Stu got together, he had a thing for Y/n.

Y/n was socially anxious. Oftentimes, people commented on her shyness, bothering her with the usual,’ why are you so quiet?’ But luckily, she formed a friend group that didn’t ask that. Y/n seemingly fit in with the eclectic gang.

There was Tatum, of course, the party girl with a heart of gold. Strangers synonymously called her a slut and a whore while also praising her for not being a gossip girl like the rest of her acquaintances - excluding her close friends, of course. Tatum was a scene-stealer, so it came to no surprise that Stu was drawn to her.

He, on the other hand, wasn’t praised for his kindness as much as his overt friendliness and comedic skill. He was a class clown and a troublemaker, but the type that never really meant much harm. In fact, the teachers generally didn’t mind his antics. People called him a ‘lady’s man,’ but Y/n never really understood how people misinterpreted his charisma. To Y/n, he’d always just been sweet and a little insensitive at times.

Billy, though, was a treat. He oozed sex-prowess. It was a wonder he’d settled down at all and wasn’t a serial cheater, because that’s what the leader of the football team tended to be. He was athletic and good-looking. He had a mean-spirited sense of humor, but with the people he cared about, he was as loyal as could be. Sidney often - until recently, that is - confided about what a good guy he was for waiting for her to be ready.

Sidney and Billy were complete opposites. She was a nice girl, but before she was ‘adopted’ like Y/n, she walked a middle road. Chill and patient, never the type to stand out, except for her dazzling yet subtle appearance. She was level-headed, and Y/n was certain it was the only reason she coped with her mother’s death so well.

And this is taking Randy’s presence in account. The guy was a maniac, but in the funniest - or rudest, depending on how well you knew him - way possible. His entire personality was centered around horror everything. Y/n understood only a little, since she enjoyed a horror movie from time to time. But never as much as him. He was a total dork and fulfilled the ‘nerd’ quota every mainstream popular cliche in high school needed.

Speaking of Randy, he dashed to the living room. “Dammit, where’s the food? We have movies to watch, people —! Oh, Y/n, hey there. I, uh, didn’t expect to actually see you here. How’re ya doin’?”

The man circled the couch and stopped in front of her, wearing a wide grin as he teetered from foot to foot. His mile faded momentarily when he glanced at Stu, and Y/n looked up innocently, only to find that Stu’s expression still oozed confidence and friendliness. 

Y/n must’ve been overthinking it.

“I’m alright,” Y/n answered quietly. “Stu convinced me to come, so, uh, this is kinda the first party I’ve ever been to. I’m showing up for a pretty shitty reason, though.”

Randy tilted his head, quirking a brow. He was about to ask why, but Stu wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I guess I’m just that good at convincing ya, ain’t that right, babe?”

Y/n clicked her tongue and nudged the man. “If Tatum hears you using that word so, uh, loosely, she’ll have your head.”

“Yeah, man. Leave the girl to the other hungry wolves,” Randy added, an edge to his generally energetic voice. He shoved his hands in his pocket, deadpanning ever so slightly.

The woman watched as Stu quirked a brow. His smirk twitched ever so slightly and he shrugged. “I bet by other hungry wolves, you mean yourself, Randy-boy,” Stu quipped boisterously.

Randy leaned against the couch while shaking his head. A blush rose to his cheeks as he defended,” She knows that ain’t what I mean. You’re a dick, Stu.”

Just then, the front door swerved open again. Y/n’s heart jumped to her chest. She was still so very on edge after the various attacks, one being at her own home. However, relief washed over her as Tatum and Sidney burst through the door, grocery bags stuffed with junk food looped around their arms.

“It took ya long enough to show!” Stu exclaimed charismatically, turning to help his girlfriend with some of the bags. “Hell, even the introvert of all introverts got here before you did.”

“I bet Ghostface caused a road blockage,” Randy chirped.

Yn’s immediate reaction was to scowl and shrink away, and even Stu was a bit irked. Tatum took the lead, though, throwing him a middle finger. “Hey, fuck you. You realize the point of this party is to forget about that fuckface, right?”

Randy snickered and shrugged. Sidney’s eyes lit up once they found Y/n’s, though, and she waved weakly, the bags weighing her down quite a lot. “Hey, Y/n! I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Strength in numbers, my friend,” Randy proclaimed. “Except, uh, when a serial killer is involved. You just gotta follow the rules, ‘cause he’ll be pickin’ us off one-by-one —“

“Shut it or you’re out of the party, freak,” Stu grumbled, reached over to punch his shoulder. 

Randy’s lips were zipped, and he shrugged nonchalantly before walking off to talk his insanity to anyone who’d willingly listen. Y/n gulped and clasped her hands together. Tatum squealed upon seeing Y/n, and as they walked to the kitchen to set things up as a group, she commented,” Why didn’t you call me? We totally could’ve picked you up!”

“I didn’t plan on attending until Billy and Stu harassed me to show while I was at work,” Y/n sighed playfully, shaking her head. “Parties, uh, aren’t my thing if you noticed, but… like Stu said. He’s just that convincing, I guess.”

Y/n had just parroted the same thing she always told Stu. ‘Parties aren’t my thing.’ But, this time, he sure was eager. He took the no for an answer regardless, deciding to stalk the aisles for movies to bring to his party. Y/n was manning the counter dully, and although her eyes chased the man, her attention was quickly stolen as someone else stepped into view.

It was Billy Loomis, who had just been released from jail for suspicious behavior that morning. He hadn’t been doing so hot, and Y/n could tell, but he slid up to the counter regardless with a grin that could only be interpreted as smug and arrogant. His hair was gelled up as per usual and he styled a plain white teeshirt and jeans. He leaned against the counter, tapping his foot on the ground.

“You sure you’re not comin’? Half the school’s going to be there,” Billy prodded with a tilt of his head.

Y/n shook her head, a shy grin rising to her face. “Nah. If I’m able to pick and choose how I die, psycho murderer is way-y-y cooler than heart attack from social anxiety.”

Billy clicked his tongue, tilting his head as his hale eyes pleaded. “Aw, come on, doll. Maybe I exaggerated a bit. Only twenty people would be there. Stu can only fit so many people in his house.”

“Still not my cup of tea.”

“Maybe not,” Billy hummed, his expression becoming rather serious,” but it’s safe there. Strength in numbers, right? I’m kinda banned from attending, but I’d go if I could. It’s the smart thing to do. Attending, I mean.”

Y/n pursed her lips. More customers were walking in and she didn’t want to have to shew the boy away in order to do her job. It made sense, and if all else failed, she could hang out in Stu’s bedroom to catch some zees as she always ended up doing when her, Billy, and Stu had a movie marathon and the other girls were M.I.A.

“Well…”

“Great! I’ll tell Stu that you’ll be there. I’d offer to be your ride, but Tatum’ll skin me alive if she sees my car in the area, y’know?”

“It’s alright,” Y/n insisted. “It’s not that far away. If I can walk a few miles to work, I can walk a few miles to Stu’s place.”

Billy tensed and his brows furrowed. He immediately questioned,” You walked here? In the state of things? Why?”

“Well, my bike’s tires are busted. Some asshole at school today popped ‘em. I didn’t have time to repair them today since I was gonna do it after school, but with the curfew and all, my work schedule changed.”

Billy nodded slowly. “…Huh. Well, uh, you got a portable cell, right?”

“Nuh-uh,” Y/n answered anxiously. “I should be okay, right? I mean, the killer only attacks people in houses.”

Billy licked his lips thoughtfully before his eyes once again flickered to make eye contact. “…Yeah. I guess so. But either way, take a few coins in case ya have to call someone in a telly booth.”

“Oh! That’s sweet of you, Billy.”

“Anytime, doll.”

He stood up straight and fished through his pockets. Some loose tissues and pennies fell out, but he had yet to bother to pick them up. Y/n sucked in a breath as Billy had an ‘aha’ moment and located some quarters, plopping them into Y/n’s open palm. She accepted them graciously with a giggle that made Billy’s heart beat erratically in his chest. But the woman didn’t need to know that yet.

He peered over his shoulder. He noticed how Randy was motioning to him with disgust riddled on his features, and a scowl threatened to form. However, he sent Y/n one last grin. “Have fun at that party, doll. It’ll be a night you won’t forget - or, uh, remember, depending on if you ingest any alcohol.”

“Probably the former, then.”

Billy and her wave to one another. Y/n finally has a customer to attend to, and the man took his chance to walk off to join his friend. His attention was momentarily stolen by some movies in the horror section, though, and it always helped him to consult the archives. Especially on a night like tonight.

Stu, on the other hand, emerged from behind Randy and knocked the video cases right out of his hands. “Boo!” he exclaimed, keeling over in laughter afterwards.

“Watch it, jerk,” Randy muttered with a scowl. 

Stu recovered, leaning against the shelf. “Geez, this place is packed tonight, man.”

“We had a run in the mass murder section.”

Randy kept placing the cassettes on the shelves, brushing on the irritating encounter. Stu’s positivity was infectious, even if Randy always thought of Stu to be a bit of a dork. He recalled telling a very bothered Y/n that ‘Stu’s just completely overrated, man.’

“Coming to my fiesta?”

“Yeah. I’m off early. Curfew, you know? I was probably gonna drive Y/n home first, though. You know parties aren’t her thing.”

A random girl walked up to Randy. “What’s that werewolf movie with E.T.’s mom in it?”

“The Howling. Horror. Straight ahead.”

“Okay, thanks.”

The girl walked off again in search of the movie. Randy often enjoyed his job because it was fun to flex his horror knowledge. Anything else he didn’t know jackshit about, but he’ll be damned if he was caught not knowing the precise plots of every Friday The Thirteen movie.

Something caught his eyes, though. “Aw, now that’s in poor taste.”

Standing in the horror section, two young women flocking him, was Billy. 

Stu quirked a brow, glancing over at his friend. The man was irked at how smart Randy was, even if - to him, at least - he was a total loser. Billy looked rather bored, leaning against a shelf. He was lost in conversation, although Billy and Stu made momentary eye contact.

“If you were the only suspect in a senseless blood bath, would you be standing in the horror section?”

Stu glanced again unsurely. He was slightly peeved, but he refused to show it yet. He insisted,” It was just a misunderstanding. I mean, he didn’t do anything.”

“You’re such a little lap dog,” Randy scoffed. “He’s got killer printed all over his forehead!”

Stu clicked his tongue, only a little amused. “Okay, really?” he taunted cruelly. “Then why’d the cops let him go, smart guy?”

The entire conversation, they moved further into the row. Stu had kept an acute eye on his friend, and Billy had gotten the hint to start sauntering over to catch Randy off guard. Stu rounded the corner, leaning against the side of the shelf.

“Because obviously they don’t watch enough movies,” he defended snappily. “This is standard horror movie stuff. Prom Night Revisited, man!”

Stu placed his head in hands dully, questioning,” Oh yeah? Why’d he want to kill his own girlfriend, man?”

“There’s always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your own girlfriend.” Stu nodded in agreement mockingly. “That’s the beauty of it all. Simplicity. I have a couple theories runnin’, but either way, I know what I’m talking about.”

“Well, what’s his reason? What theories?” Stu prodded, nodding toward the man.

Randy leaned closer, cautious in his movements. “He obviously has a thing for Y/n,” he mumbled under his breath. “And he don’t wanna look like some asshole to screw up his chances. Had to resort to murder and all that.”

Stu’s heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened. He tried to brush it off as boredom, so Randy hardly noticed. Stu laughed, shaking his head. He towered in front of Randy, completely entering the row he was in. The shorter man stood tall and confident in his wake, though.

“What, you think Y/n’s saving herself for you?”

“Maybe,” Randy remarked in complete seriousness. “And now that Billy tried to mutilate half of the graduating class, d’ya think Y/n will finally notice me?”

Stu lost his shit right then and there. He guffawed in a high-pitched manner, pulling away just enough. He covered his mouth while pointing. As much as the man annoyed the hell out of him, Stu would be damned if it wasn’t funny as hell. Randy was still waiting for a genuine answer, so Stu steeled himself through squinted eyes.

“No. I don’t. Not at all. Have fun drowning in that friend zone, pal.” Stu leaned closer. “You know who I think it is? Yo, I think it’s her father. I mean, why can’t they find her pops, man?”

“Because he’s probably dead!” Randy insisted. 

Stu withdrew in acute, feigned disgust.

“His body’ll probably come popping up in the last reel somewhere, eyes gouged out, fingers cut off, teeth knocked out.” Stu began looking around anxiously, landing on Y/n. She was still focused on a new customer, but Randy’s voice was much, much louder. “See, the police are always off track with this shit. If they watched Prom Night, they’d save time! There’s a formula to it! A Very. Simple. Formula! Everybody’s a suspect!”

Silence fell over the shop. Stu flinched as he noticed that Y/n was peering at them in confusion. There was a frown evident on her lips. Randy finally realized how worked up he got, and waved to Y/n energetically. Her attention was deterred as everyone set into motion again.

Randy grabbed a few more cases, turning to place them. “The dad’s a red herring. It’s Billy.”

He was suddenly grabbed by his, shirt, being pulled toward the man of the hour. Billy, with a slight sneer, tugged him forward threateningly. He lowered his head so that Randy could fully realize the fury wrought on his expression. Stu looped around the shelf gleefully, caging the man in. The cassettes fell to the ground.

“How do we know you’re not the killer? Huh?”

Stu, with a wide, sadistic grin, came up behind and pushed his arms over Randy’s shoulders. Randy could feel Stu’s stare boring into the back of his head. If he wasn’t trying to prove his point, he would’ve been shaking in his boots.

“Hi, Billy,” he greeted nervously.

“Ever think of that, huh? Maybe your movie-freak mind lost its reality button. Ever think of that? You’ve always had the hots for poor Y/n over there, and maybe you finally got sick of tired for being ignored.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Randy squeaked. “I’m the first to admit it. If this were a scary movie, I’d be the prime suspect.”

Stu peered over his shoulder. Y/n wasn’t looking at the scene at all. Billy released Randy and his shirt, jabbing his finger into his chest, threateningly. It was surprising how much pain one finger could cause. 

“That’s right,” Billy snickered.

Menacingly, his voice deep as he flicked Randy’s earlobe, Stu growled,” What would be your motive?”

Randy shook free of the pair, taking a step away to face both of them. “It’s the millennium. Motives are incidental.”

“Millennium.” It was like a ‘eureka’ moment went off in Billy’s head. “Millennium. I like that. That’s go-o-od... Millennium.”

He tugged on Randy’s nose tightly, trying his best to refrain from actually strangling the man to death right then and there. Billy took a step back, sending another warning glare Randy’s way.

“By the way, Y/n’r’ll be there tonight.”

With that, he walked away. Stu fist bumped excitedly to himself, but as Randy turned to face the man in dismay, any hint of joy faded. He pointed at Billy as he walked off. “Are you telling me that’s not a killer?”

Y/n knew better than to mention Billy’s existence with Sidney around, but it was momentary slip of the tongue. Even though she knew with an ardent loyalty that Billy wasn’t the murderer, the couple was going through a rough patch. Sidney was coming to let loose a little, not go through more drama.

They made it to the kitchen. Y/n helped unpack the drink bag, filled with liters of coca cola and sprite and kool-aid punch. Stu leaned against the counter beside her. Some boys by the backdoor were doing keg stands, but the kitchen was otherwise deserted until further notice. Tatum unpacked the snacks quickly, wanting nothing more than to party.

“I can’t believe you called this a ‘small gathering,’ idiot,” Tatum scoffed playfully. “For all we know, you could’ve invited the Ghostface killer into this very house!”

Stu guffawed in amusement, shaking his head. “Babe, come on. Do ya take me for some sort of moron?”

“Yes,” all three women deadpanned.

Stu gasped dramatically, pushing his back against the counter. He clawed at his heart in mock offense. “Oh, how you wound me, ladies! I expected nothin’ less from Tate and Sid, but Y/n, really? I thought ya loved me more than that.”

Y/n giggled, covering her mouth. Her cheeks burned, but before she could get a word in, Sidney interjected,” Oh, of course we love you, Stu. You’re just completely brain dead and that’s alright.”

Stu rolled his eyes, standing up straight and pointing from Tatum, to Sydney, and then to Y/n. “Beer, beer, and… what can I get for ya, Y/n?”

Y/n pursed her lips. “A water should be alright. Thanks.”

Stu winked and threw some finger guns. Y/n wanted to linger, but the other two girls snatched up the two unopened beers on the table. Someone was at the door and it was causing an entire ruckus, but Y/n couldn’t care less. Stu grabbed a cup and filled it with water. She was only half-paying attention t what the man was doing, staring into the air absent-mindedly.

Only when a glass was thrust into view did she stand up straight and focus on Stu again. He stood in front of her, adorning an impish grin. The clear glass was rather foggy, but Y/n thought nothing of it, accepting eagerly. “Thanks, Stu. D’ya mind me using your phone? I wanna call Billy. He’s probably mopin’ at home since he was, uh, banned from showing.”

Stu’s eyes widened and he almost seemed panicked, waving his hands in disagreement. “Uh, nah, it’s fine! Don't worry. I just told the girls he wouldn’t show up. I know that he really wants to make up with his girlfriend, if you catch my drift, so…”

Y/n deadpanned,“ You know Tatum will kill Billy and then you if she sees him, right?”

Stu shrugged, grinning as he retorted,” I’d like to see her try, babe. She’s, uh…” He indicated his girlfriend’s height with his hand, lowering it to his chest.

She scoffed and playfully smacked his chest. She was about to fill the silence by sipping some of her water, but the back door creaked open. Stu and her peered over. As it swung open, the pair was met with Billy. He wore the same outfit as earlier. He didn’t look too charismatic.

“Shove it, assholes,” he muttered, forcing the crowd around the keg stand to depart in irritation. He walked through the door and shut it quietly behind him. Only then did his gaze flit over to his friends, and a grin spread across his lips. “Oh. Hey, Y/n. Happy ya came.”

Y/n waved eagerly. Stu walked over and patted his friend’s back vigorously. “Glad you’re here, Billy-boy. That means you can entertain our compadre for the time being. I know if someone doesn’t, she’ll just end up dozing off upstairs and she’ll miss all the fun, eh?”

They exchanged knowing looks. Y/n was confused for a moment, insisting,” I’m not a kid. I don’t need any damn supervision.”

Billy returned the notion and patted Stu’s back. “Actually, I wanted to talk with her anyways. Go entertain the hoard, Stu.”

Y/n tilted his head. Stu snickered and dashed through the hallway to meet the rest of his friends in the living room. Billy, with his hands tucked into his pockets, sauntered up to the woman. Y/n craned her neck to meet his intense stare, a smirk spreading across his lips.

“Is everything okay, Billy?” Y/n chirped innocently.

Billy melted under her unadulterated and gorgeous doe eyes. He gulped and, just like every time they spoke, his confidence faltered. Y/n was just too cute. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip. “Uh,” his eyes flitted around anxiously,” can we talk somewhere more… private?”

[tottymatsuno]

The Matsunos vs winter clothes

Osomatsu

"Is that all you're gonna wear?" def the type of boyfriend who asks that if you walk out under dressed for the weather.

If you get cold do NOT ask him for his hoodie because he likes the idea of you wearing it more than the reality. He'd be real cute about it till he gets cold.

"Ne, gimme my hoodie back." "Are you serious rn?" "Dead, give it back lol even my ass hairs are frreezing"

He would bring you one of his old fucked up hoodies if you try to steal his though. He will also just take his shit back if you try to hide it. The appeal of you wearing his one good hoodie ranks so much lower than him being cold.

"Why didn't you dress for the weather? You knew it was cold, you can't get mad at me for asking for my hoodie back. What the hell..."

Karamatsu

Gets you a matching winter drip so yall are both freezin ya asses off but together as a unit <3

Has a 'hoe never gets cold' mindset lol.

Karamatsu would def see you shiver once and offer you his clothes down to his socks and you have to fight him to keep his shirt and pants on.

Since he's got a girlfriend Karamatsu really doesn't need to go out and peacock too much outside lf Christmas day so yall chill in pajamas most of the time.

"My angel! We must take a photo to memorize our time spent in this winter wonderland bliss! I would like to have our image as our new years card so please, let's take what you call a 'selfie'!"

It's just yall in the 'we irritating' meme pose and long underwear.

Touches the back of your exposed neck with his cold ass hands as a joke, "Perhaps you should have not let your guard down around a carnivorous man such as myself."

Choromatsu

Brings an extra jacket for you in case you forget yours. Oh and gloves. And hand warmers. And a scarf. He typically ends up lugging it all along.

Will complain if you need it.

Will complain if you don't.

Tries to overdress you in winter stuff if he thinks you're cold because he wants to be helpful.

If you want his hoodie Choromatsu will combust and offer it right off his back. Even if you turn down all of his extras.

"M-mine?! You want mine?! I'll be cold but sure, please take it! I'll just be over here staring at you... Don't worry about it though I'm definitely not trying to commit this to my memory for later on."

Another guy who will touch you with cold hands but he tries to ask permission or do it casually by offering to hold hands. Its a trap.

Ichimatsu

He don't leave the house during winter lol. If your house has a shower he's only going out for groceries and maybe out for dinner.

A real cozy boy and expects you to cuddle with him. He runs warm and feels best if you skin to skin so put your cold hands on his.

"I don't mind, it feels nice." it doesn't. He screams everytime and curses. Ichimatsu just wants you to feel good and knows being cold isn't comfortable.

Plus the fastest way is body heat so put your feet on his legs he'll only cuss at you for one second.

You can wear his sweat shirt he'll wear his hoodie. You can't wear his sweats if he has somewhere to go bc he's only got his dress pants.

But you can wear his sweats pretty much any other time, he'll walk around with bare legs if that means you're happy.

Jyushimatsu

Do NOT touch him with no cold ass hands!

Do NOT ASK HIM FOR ONE OF HIS MANY LAYERS!!

HE'S COLD.

If you're not dressed appropriately for the weather Jyushimatsu will invite you into his clothes pile after you warm up.

He expects you to wear a million layers all day every day and if you overheat perfect. Please head on over here Jyushimatsu is cold.

"Your feet are freezing, move them." This Jyushimatsu at his meanest he isn't like this majority of the time and is usually sweet. Just don't be cold he can't stand it.

Todomatsu

If you're like me and walk around with no pants on year round or just in short shorts and sweaters any problem you have Todomatsu will suggest you put on some pants.

"I can't get my computer to turn on." "It's because you're cold, go find some pants." "Can you help me with this math problem?" "No, you're not thinking straight because this is really easy. You're freezing so cover up your legs."

The way he says it makes you honestly question if the root of your issues is from cold legs. If you say you're even a little bit chilled Todomatsu will go "It's because you don't have any clothes on." but the truth of the matter is he's sick of poppin bonards every time you walk by. Bare legs should be a crime.

If you ask for his hoodie he's gotta take a few candids because you look soooo cute. Is def proud that youd wanna wear his clothes and like Osomatsu he would give you his hoodies to keep.

Except Todomatsu would give you his nicest ones.

He will put his frozen feet that have six layers of socks on your legs and call you a baby if you complain.

"Are you cold? Stand a bit closer to me, I'll warm you up."

[warriorteam1924]

Write your letters in the sand

Ben Hardy x Reader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. Here we are for a lil something for  the amazing Ben Hardy’s Birthday. It’s dedicated to a special someone to me, but feel free to read it if you want to. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

Warnings : None, I guess it’s okay

Summary : Another Birthday with Ben....

Words count : 1,661words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05​

 The weather was incredibly and surprisingly mild for the season. Even if it was still winter, you frowned as you noticed you didn’t need a scarf or your hat to get out. Even the dogs seemed to be happy to be able to go in the garden freely, not having to put their coats on.

 Ben had wanted a very simple New Year celebration and you were thankful for that. The end of year had particularly been hard. Between your job, Ben’s premieres and the celebrations and social expectations, you were truly exhausted. And you were glad to see your friends seemed to understand it. They didn’t stay very long after you bid farewell to the previous year and welcomed the new one, hoping it would still bring you the simple joys you liked so much.

 On the 1st of January, after sleeping a bit later than usual, Ben and you merely enjoyed a day at home, tidying up the place a bit after the party. Just like last year, you didn’t have any plans for the following day and you hoped you’d come up with something nice to do quickly. You didn’t want Ben to be disappointed. You knew he’d never pressure you to do anything, but still. You thought it was important to do something nice on this special day.

 You woke up quite early the following day. You silently got up and headed to the kitchen. You opened the curtain to see the sky was clear. This surely was going to be a beautiful day. And suddenly an idea popped in your head like popcorn in a pan.

 You felt so thrilled you didn’t know where to start. You needed a plan and organization. Efficiency was your key word at this moment. You prepared several bags. Two for the dogs with toys and food and clothing in case it would be cold. You prepared another bag with food and everything you needed to have a nice picnic. You were satisfied to see you were still more efficient under pressure. All was ready before Ben and the dogs were up.

 Your boyfriend emerged in the living room, didn’t even notice the bags, kissed you and headed to the garden with the dogs. You smiled and joined them. Ben was dreamily looking at the pets when you got closer to him. He kissed you once more and smiled.

 “It’s going to be a nice day….”, he said.

 “It’s always a nice day when you’re by my side.”, you replied, winking.

 Ben laughed but winked as well. “Of course it’s a nice day when I’m around….”, he joked. “But I was talking about the weather….”, he said, looking at the clear sky above your heads.

 “That’s because I’m your sunshine….”, you joked as well, making him laugh.

 “That’s true….”, he replied, putting a kiss on your forehead.

 “If you’re not too tired, maybe we could do something special today?”, you suggested.

 Ben looked at you suspiciously. He knew you and Joe were getting along very well and he was always somehow wavy, wondering if the two of you had planned something special for him. It was not that Ben didn’t like surprises, but with Joe in the balance, he was fully aware this could take big proportions.

 “Do you know what Joe is doing today?”, Ben tried to innocently ask.

 You laughed and seriously looked at him.

 “You know just like I do that Joe is in the USA with his family. He’s not hiding behind this tree, he’s not going to scare you when we get back inside.”

 “Is it the truth?”, Ben pouted.

 “That’s the absolute truth. In fact, I was thinking about a day at the beach, just the four of us….”, you replied, staring at the dogs who were still happily sniffing around in the garden.

 “A day at the beach? Hum, this is an intriguing idea….”, he replied, soothing.

 “Let’s get ready and hit the road then.”, you smiled at him.

 “I hope we won’t arrive too late, though….”, he said.

 “The bags are all ready. We just need a shower and get dressed. No time to waste !!”, you said, gently pushing him inside.

 After a quick shower then, the four of you got in the car and you started the engine. You were a bit afraid there would be traffic given it was a Sunday, but it seemed the majority of people were still at home, slowly recovering from the end of year celebrations.

 It took around an hour to get to the beach and you noticed in the rear view mirror the dogs sniffing the salty air through the tiny opening of the window. You parked the car properly and checked the time. You were right on time for lunch.

 The place was deserted and it was just perfect. There was all this wild space only for the four of you, with no one to ask Ben autographs or no other dogs to distract your pets.

 You and Ben fed them and made sure they also drank water and then, you improvised a picnic on the bonnet of the car. It was nothing fancy, mere sandwiches with fruit juices, but you couldn’t help but fully enjoy this moment. Ben’s skin under the winter sun was just gorgeous, his golden locks waving under the slight breeze. His emerald eyes were hidden by his sunglasses, but you didn’t mind. You were just the happiest woman on earth at this time, surrounded by the man you loved the most and the two dogs happily playing around you.

 After this impromptu meal, you took only some stuff for the dogs and water in a backpack bag and the four of you headed to the beach. Your plan was good, but you didn’t take time to check the tide hours. You hoped it would be okay anyways.

 To allow the dogs to play and run almost freely, Ben and you took one long leach each, knotting it around your waist. This way, your hands were free and you could intertwine your fingers while enjoying this peaceful walk together.

 You really loved this place because it was not one of those fancy places with traces of human intervention. It was wild and raw, nature in all its glory. The sand was wavy and it was always a cuteness overload to spot the dogs’ paw prints here and there.

 The sea was still a bit agitated but it was not surprising given the strong wind that had been blowing the last couple of weeks. Yet, it gave the water various blue tones, and with the sun shining above, the luminous shines were just sublime.

 As you were walking, the dogs slowly led you closer to the water, playing with the waves. They were getting as close as possible, and then happily running away when a wave was approaching. You watched them play and Ben stopped to take pictures and record them as well, making sure those precious memories would last forever.

 You looked at them with a dreamy smile on your lips, wondering if this day could be any better. You looked again at their paw prints in the sand and spontaneously started to write their names in the sand with your foot. You also drew little hearts all around, making you laugh.

 When you looked up, getting back to reality, you noticed Ben was also writing something in the sand with his foot. You got closer to him and read both your names. You smiled at him and kissed him.

 “You know we’re acting like teenagers right now?”, you laughed.

 “I know and I don’t care.”, he replied. “I want the whole universe to know I love you.”, he carried on.

 He stepped away from you and started to circle your letters in the sand with a massive heart. Yet, Ben was so focused on his task he didn’t notice a bigger wave and it soaked his legs.

 “Damnit….”, he laughed.

 You looked at him, with both dogs on your sides, not really knowing if you could laugh or not.

 “The letters are gone….”, you said, as he got closer to him, shaking his legs to dry them a bit, even if it was useless.

 “They’re not gone. The tide took them with it, and this way it will let all the oceans know how much I love you.”, he very seriously said.

 “Ohhh”, you replied, smiling at him.

 “And now our names are together in the sea, this means our love will last forever.”, he carried on.

 “I very honestly never doubted it….”, you said, kissing him.

 The kiss lasted for a few moments, but Ben talked in your mouth, not wanting part from your lips.

 “I know we said it was a beautiful day, but since I’m soaked, I’m getting cold. Maybe you should get back to the car….”, he told you.

 You laughed and kissed him once more before retracing your steps. Since it was winter, the sun was slowly getting down and once in the car, you looked at it disappear in the horizon, as if the sea was turning it off.

 The dogs were really quiet on the way back home, while Ben and you were listening to the radio, singing out loud with your favorite songs.

 Once home, you took care of the bags while Ben went to take a shower, struggling to take his pants off, still wet with the salty sea water.

 Eventually, you joined him in bed, cuddling once more before falling asleep.

 “Did you have a nice day?”, you whispered, dozing in his arms.

 “It could be raining or snowing, it could be my birthday or Valentine’s day, it doesn’t matter sweetheart.”, he replied.

 “Hum?”, you asked, wondering why he was saying this.

 “Every day by your side is just perfection. I love you.”, he explained.

 You placed yet another kiss on his lips.

 “I love you too, Mister Jones.”

[glimmerglanger]

Soooo…….HotR Codywan proposal snippet if you’re still taking requests? I feel like they’d be absolute saps about it and I am Soft

OOOOOH! Oh! They're going to be SUCH saps, fair warning! Let's have some family time and sweetness and a proposal on this fine Friday morning! (No spice in this snippet, only SWEET).

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Autumn slipped away, eventually, and Cody wasn’t sorry to see it go. Ben’s civil case wrapped up towards the end of the season, leaving him with enough funds to cover the memorial costs for his uncle and some extra, besides.

Mostly, he knew Ben put the money towards his school expenses and loans, though he also insisted on paying half when they bought a new bed for Cody’s place, replacing the one they’d broken so impressively.

Winter brought with it true cold, the dropping temperatures no longer teasing at freezing. Often, the sun didn’t rise until long after Cody was already up and working, but he was used to that.

And he had someone warm to curl up with in bed after a long and chilly day, burying his nose against the back of Ben’s neck so many nights.

Ben mostly slept over at the ranch, though he’d kept the apartment. He said, when they discussed it again, that he thought he ought to at the least keep it until the end of the school year. He’d stayed there through most of his work during finals, but….

But, in general, he went to sleep beside Cody and woke up beside Cody. In general, he was there, sharing meals just the two of them or with the rest of the family, going to the triplet’s games, or taking Anakin for walks with Boba.

He was there on New Year’s Eve, watching with a bemused expression as Boba and the triplets helped Jango load fireworks into the back of the four-wheeler.

“Aren’t fireworks...generally a summertime thing?” Ben asked, leaning against the porch as they loaded up box after box.

“New Years is during the summer where I grew up,” Val said, coming down the steps, offering out steaming cups of coffee - decaf, Cody hoped - as she did. “Jango and I were used to New Year's fireworks. So…” She shrugged.

“Do you do this every year?” Ben asked, expression curious, and Cody left them to it, making sure the four-wheeler was appropriately loaded up. He’d handled fireworks the past few years, but Jango wanted to take care of setting them off again, with Rex and Ahsoka volunteering to help with the lighting, so…

So, he ended up sitting beside Ben, huddled out on the porch and wrapped up in a blanket as the four-wheeler set off into one of the nearby fields. “Warm enough?” he asked, feeling the heat radiating from Ben’s body, all along his side.

In fact, it didn’t feel that cold on the porch, not with so many of them sitting so close together. But the air bit, still, cold and crisp, even with the blanket of clouds overhead. There’d been flurries, throughout the day, and they were starting to come down more heavily, drifting through the air, heavy and white.

“Mm, yes,” Ben said, arm curled around him, shifting to make room for Wooley on the step below them. He looked tired - but nearly midnight was late for both of them, early risers by nature and habit - with darkened circles under his eyes.

“We’ll go to sleep, after this,” Cody promised him, and got a smile in return, sweet and fleeting.

“No sleeping yet,” Val said, wading through the pile of them, followed by Bly, who started handing out cups. They didn’t keep champagne flutes or even enough wine glasses. Everyone got what was available, coffee cups, tall glasses, and even a few mason jars, already filled.

Most of them contained sparkling grape juice.

Cody and Ben got champagne, by the smell of it, and Ben raised an eyebrow. “Don’t drink yet,” Cody told him, with a little grin, and Ben huffed a laugh, opening his mouth, only to be cut off by Echo, who stood quickly, holding up a hand.

“Get ready!” Echo shouted, everyone shifting around, vibrating when he started counting backwards from ten.

Cody nudged Ben at one, gesturing to his cup, and they all managed to drink more or less on time as, off in the fields, the first of the fireworks went off with a flash of brilliant color and a crash of sound.

Ben made a sound, both surprised and delighted, and Cody set down his glass, curled an arm around Ben’s shoulders, and pulled him over, kissing him as the first seconds of the new year ticked over, feeling something stretch out, filling up the entirety of the space inside his ribs, realization unfolding not in a flash but in a sweet, inevitable wave.

He stared at Ben, when they pulled apart, Ben turning to watch the fireworks lighting up the night, and knew that he wanted to kiss Ben every New Year’s for the rest of their lives, wanted to sit and watch fireworks with him, hold him after a long day at work, eat breakfast beside him--

“Hey, man, fireworks are that way,” Fives hissed in his ear, at some point, while elbowing him in the ribs, and Cody shoved back at him, but blinked and shook himself, turning his attention to the show up in the sky.

They’d gone all out.

They usually did.

The fireworks echoed out across the fields, the sound held close by the cloud cover. Cody knew, from experience, that there would be cars parked out along the roads leading to the ranch, neighbors and people from further in town, who came out to see the show every year, watching colors chase each other, heralding in another year.

Ponds started the cheer, when the last of the fireworks finished echoing, leaving bright afterimages on the inside of Cody’s eyelids, and they all pushed themselves up, gathering blankets and cups while excitedly talking, half of them cleaning up the porch while the other half of them lit out for the fields, going to help find the firework casings, making sure nothing had landed where it ought not.

Cody ended up standing at the sink, rinsing off glasses that Ben dried, listening in as Echo’s girlfriend - who had never attended before - talked to Ben, her hair pulled back and her cheeks rosy.

He was glad Ben had someone to make conversation with. Cody’s thoughts were buzzing, thrumming along. He felt...not quite distracted. More waiting, with the tension in his gut of anticipation and something larger.

It was snowing in earnest by the time the clean up was finished and Jango, Rex, and Ahsoka returned as conquering heroes, to cheers and applause. The flakes swirled around them when Cody and Ben finally managed to say their good nights, stepping off the porch and heading back to their space.

Cody held Ben’s hand, gloves in the way, both of them leaning together as they crunched across the frozen ground.

Cody made it to his porch before he pulled Ben to a stop, standing there in the softly falling snow and just...looking at him for a moment. Seeing the whole future, spread out around him, feeling - feeling everything, all at once, wild potential just waiting for him to embrace it.

And he’d never been any good at ignoring that feeling, at hesitating once he knew what he wanted. Indecision wasn’t a valuable skill in his career, nor a feeling he’d ever been comfortable with. He exhaled, just looking at Ben for a long moment, lovely and cold and--

Everything he wanted.

“So,” Cody said, tugging on both ends of Ben’s scarf, pulling him in closer, cold noses brushing together when he went on, the words just slipping free, like they were meant to escape his lips, “What would it take to convince you to marry me?”

He was close enough to see Ben blink several times in rapid succession, eyes so clear and so bright, even as Ben asked, “What?”

Cody felt his mouth curve, pulling on the scarf again, stealing a fast kiss as Ben’s hands came up to rest on his sides. “A nice ring?” he asked, thoughts running ahead, wondering what kind of ring Ben might want. Something practical, likely. He wasn’t the ostentatious sort. He kissed Ben again. “A big wedding?” Ben’s hands squeezed, his breath came out in a pant against Cody’s mouth. “A fancy honeymoon?”

“Are you - are you being serious?” Ben asked, voice wavering, and Cody could acknowledge that this was...a bit sudden.

But he knew how he felt. He looked at Ben and saw the future unfurling outwards and wanted it, wanted to make it his, to shape it into being.

He made a rough sound, let go of the scarf to cup Ben’s face, and pulled him into a proper kiss, long and deep. And, when he pulled back, Ben looking dazed, he said, “Yeah, Ben. I’m being serious. What would it take? Tell me, and it’s yours.”

The snow was starting to fall in earnest, thick flakes swirling around them, landing on the copper strands of Ben’s hair and his eyelashes. His cheeks were tinged red from the cold. Maybe from the kiss, but Cody didn’t want to presume.

Not even with Ben swallowing, staring at him without blinking, eyes searching.

Cody wanted to prompt him for an answer, even though it hadn’t been very long, perhaps a heartbeat. Maybe two. And then Ben exhaled shakily and said, voice thick and quiet, “Well. You could ask. Properly.”

Cody groaned, the sound torn from his chest, fingers clenching in Ben’s hair as he rasped, “Will you marry me, Ben?”

He felt Ben shiver, watching his eyes flutter, delightfully, and had a moment to grin - feeling victorious, that same heady kick that came with looking over at the timer during a competition and knowing he had the best time - when Ben murmured, “Yeah, Cody. I will.”

And then Ben was kissing him as the snow swirled around them and the world went on, unnoticed.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

calculated iii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You wanted to say that you were able to control yourself around him and not to have wild sex at school. But this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about. And what Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. You wore that pencil skirt for a reason, after all.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, nipple play, choking, m-receiving oral, gagging, pussy spanking, fingering, penetrative sex); fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft Jimin once again, lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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Career Week was somewhat of a nightmare.

So much running around, prepping tables, setting up presentations, helping the guests with their computers before their seminars, and you had to be dressed professionally too. Not just ‘nice’ clothes, but white dress shirt, slim black tie, tailored black vest, and matching fitted black slacks. It had to be monotone, it had to be hyper professional, and you had to wear heels.

Why had you agreed to this again?

Oh, yes, Kim Namjoon on his knees begging for help because he was overworked and they needed volunteers. And you, being far too responsible, accepted.

Not only were you also overworked, but Jeon Jungkook was staring at you across the auditorium.

In all-black – leather jacket, high-necked shirt, slim-fit jeans. Sharp jawline, tanned high cheekbones, piercing dark brown eyes, his black hair pushed back with a few strands on his forehead, revealing his clean undercut.

And he was smirking at you.

You highly doubted he was here to investigate prospective career paths. Actually, you were a hundred-and-ten percent positive that that was not the reason he was here and the soreness between your inner thighs proved it. You were willing to bet Park Jimin’s right nutsack.

Yeah, sorry Jimin, but you needed all your body parts.

For one reason, really, and that reason was staring you right now.

Who was going to hire him when he was dressed like that anyway? You certainly wouldn’t. Mostly because it was distracting. No one could work with Jeon Jungkook looking like that. You couldn’t, anyway. Well, maybe if his work was wrecking your–

Get back to your damn task, you scolded yourself.

You were setting up chairs for the cardiologist that was arriving soon. All the doctors always had tons of students listening, so the administration instructed you to pack as many seats that could be crammed into the space without causing a fire hazard. You unfolded the metal chairs, arranging them neatly, already knowing they would be an incomprehensible mess when the students left and that you would be the one cleaning up after them.

Sigh.

Come to think of it, it was all Park Jimin’s fault that you were being violently undressed by Jungkook’s eyes right now. If he had kept his trap shut and let you live in blissful ignorance, maybe you wouldn’t be trying to hide your wincing every time you bent over. You snuck a glance at Jungkook.

He cocked an eyebrow, highly amused.

Never mind, you probably still would have been accosted at Calculus I office hours, except instead of the door being closed and locked and having Jimin’s warning texts, you two probably would have been caught and expelled.

You grumbled and slid a chair into place, taking back your former thoughts and thanking Jimin in your mind. He wasn’t even here to witness your inner struggle.

Jimin probably would have found it funny.

You went back to your chairs, not addressing Jeon Jungkook’s presence anymore because if you looked at him again, you probably would have abandoned your post. And he knew it.

-

The next day, you already knew Jungkook would show up again. Mostly because he texted you a winking face of a semicolon and parenthesis, to which you didn’t respond, because you would probably get roped into phone sex in under twenty seconds, and you had to help this extremely riveting lawyer set up his laptop for the projector.

As in, you were ready to tape his mouth shut as he blabbed on and on about his work and how important it was to society, which it was, because defense attorneys were very important, but this guy’s laptop was a fucking hot mess of icons all over his desktop. This was a personal pet peeve of yours, as you liked to be neat and organized, with everything clearly labeled with dates. You didn’t care about most people’s personal habits, but it was annoying when you were trying to assist and the owner of said laptop was not shutting up and demanding noises of affirmation that you were listening.

If it wasn’t Jungkook demanding you to swallow his cock, you honestly couldn’t give a single shit–

You finally got his PowerPoint working and had him scroll through the slides to make sure it was the correct one. He thanked you and you realized the older man was looking at you up and down, the same way Jungkook usually did, except in this case you were not even remotely interested.

Guess everyone had the right to get a good look before they die.

You were wearing a white chiffon blouse with a black silk neck scarf, with a tight knee-length black pencil skirt, sheer tights and sleek black heels. You knew how good your ass looked in this skirt and you had worn it for a specific purpose.

“We will be letting the students in five minutes early to get settled,” you stated briskly, cutting the older man from his daydreams. “You will have forty-five minutes for your presentation, and then we’ll have a fifteen-minute question session, led by my associate, Kim Namjoon here.”

As if on cue, Namjoon appeared, cheerful smile with cute dimples, handing the lawyer a mic.

“Let’s test the microphone and the backup to make sure you don’t have any hiccups,” Namjoon instructed merrily, instantly captivating the man’s attention and diverting it from you.

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ behind the man’s back and Namjoon gave you the tiniest of nods as you excused yourself. Hmph. You knew people would notice – you were wearing makeup for once and would be around students and professionals all day, after all – but to be so shameless and gawk like that was annoying. Plus, the guy probably had a wife and kids.

You made your way to the bathroom to check your appearance. Maybe your makeup was a bit off or something. You had Jimin check you over this morning. Surprisingly, he knew a lot about cosmetics and how to look good in all lighting. Must be a dance major thing.

Ah, the door to the women’s bathroom. You hiked your skirt up a bit do you could use your damn knees to walk, because they had been suffocating for the past two hours–

Long fingers suddenly gripped your upper arm and yanked you around the corner, slamming you into a muscular body and black biker jacket. You nearly stumbled in your heels, but a second hand came to practically lift you off the floor and shove you into the wall.

“Good afternoon, noona.”

A clear, silvery voice.

You couldn’t possibly guess who it was.

“Why, fancy seeing you here, Jung–”

You were abruptly cut off by his lips crashing into yours, one hand grabbing the back of your head and disturbing your perfect bun. You whimpered, feeling him shove you into the wall again, your shoulder blades hitting the painted brick. His tongue slid into your mouth, exhaling into your throat and forcing you swallow his breath. Your hands clutched your skirt, moaning as his hard body pressed yours against the wall.

Jungkook drew back, panting a little. Looking so handsome with his slightly slicked-back hair, black strands around his right eye, chiseled jawline, silver hoops glinting in the hall light. He arched a sculpted eyebrow at you, smirking. His pink lips had a little red on them from kissing you.

“Now, you know you can’t be looking so delicious and not expect me to want to eat you up,” he purred, licking your lips. Your breathing hitched at the touch, unlocking your death grip on your skirt.

“What are you talking about?” you answered evenly despite your panties literally turning into Niagara Falls with the way he was looking at you like a carnivore at an all-meat buffet. “I have to dress like this for Career Week. Everyone has to dress professionally.”

Jungkook nodded, not believing a single word coming out of your mouth. His right hand came up, ink black tattoos against tan skin, and reached around to your bun, slowly pulling the hairpins out. Your skin tingled at the sensation of your hair gradually unravelling.

“A professional that I would hire to sit on my dick,” he mused.

You raised an eyebrow at him, your hair tumbling around your shoulders. “Subtle.”

Jungkook showed you the removed hairpins, opened his jacket, and tucked them in his inner pocket.

“I wouldn’t work for you anyway,” you added haughtily.

With each passing moment, Jungkook was becoming increasingly amused and aroused. You could tell by the way he was shoving his crotch into your thigh and by how wide his smirk was getting. The slacks he was wearing did nothing to hide his erection and you had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t care.

“Oh? Why not?”

“I don’t know if I could trust someone younger than me to do a good job.”

He was unbuttoning your chiffon blouse now, humming. “I’m good at many things.” His dark eyes flickered to yours. “I think you would know.”

Your hands grabbed his despite him already having all the visible buttons completely open. Cold air drifted onto your heaving chest and white lace bra.

“Jungkook, we’re in a public place, again,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I don’t recall that being a problem,” he drawled, removing his hands from yours and squeezing your ass. “I’m beginning to think you like it.”

You sucked in a breath as his strong hands kneaded you through your skirt. Your hormones would absolutely let Jungkook rip off your clothes right here and let him fuck you, but the sliver of your brain that had any sense at all reminded you that you had to find a closed space. Jungkook slapped your ass, loudly, the sound echoing across the empty hallway. You nearly moaned, but bit your tongue, glaring at him.

“I have to get back,” you snapped. “And look presentable.”

Jungkook licked his teeth. “Hm. You have an hour before you have to appear to the public eye.”

Who the heck told him that? He smirked slyly at you as he saw your reaction.

“I could drag you to the bathroom–”

“At least give me more class than the woman’s bathroom,” you interrupted.

Jungkook looked annoyed that you had cut him off and also looked like he was going to remind you later. His fingers dug into your hips sharply and you gasped, back pressed flat against the wall. He inhaled a deep breath and began again, voice dangerously low.

“As I was saying,” he continued. “I’m going to take you into this classroom that I stole the key for.”

You frowned as Jungkook hoisted you up swiftly, princess-style, shirt still wide open. Fuck, what was he so strong for? He carried you down the hallway to the classrooms. You tried to close your shirt, but he growled at you, so you rolled your eyes and pushed the sides open, letting your bra-covered tits hang out. He seemed satisfied about this.

“Why would you steal a key?” you muttered as he deftly kicked the door open.

Jungkook slid through the door sideways. “So I could fuck you, of course.”

He dropped you and you had to catch yourself on your heels before you broke an ankle and ate shit. Half the lights turned on. You could hear him locking the door as you smoothed your skirt.

You turned to face him, saying, “You shouldn’t be a thief just because you’re horny, Jungkook.”

Jungkook turned around slowly from the now locked door. You were about to say something else, but your words died in your throat as you witnessed the overwhelming lust in his dark piercing eyes.

“I would be a thief, a murderer, and evade taxes for your body,” he snarled, advancing on you.

You pulled your blouse out of your skirt so he wouldn’t rip it, backing up into the desks. “You’ll get caught with the last one,” you said quietly, already removing your blouse and letting it fall onto a spare seat. “First two are acceptable.”

Jungkook grinned devilishly, licking his pink lips.

“Come here.”

You chewed on your lower lip, staring at his beautiful eyes, finding yourself already walking to him, heels clicking loudly in the empty room, but it didn’t matter, because he was the master now and you were the willing servant. Or slave. 

Take your pick.

He smirked at your obedience, placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. His dark orbs lingered down your body, focusing on all his favorite spots, pressing his fingertips into your skin.

“One day,” you said quietly. “We’re going to get in trouble.”

Jungkook’s powerful dark orbs shifted upwards, capturing yours. Time slowed down. You stared into his dark brown eyes, unable to look away, your heart beating in time with his words.

“You’re already in trouble.”

Voice haunting you, teasing smirk on his lips, and perfectly in command.

“From the second you let me have my hands on you.”

You gasped as his nails dug into your skin, scratching down your collarbones, leaving red marks. He snapped the straps of your bra, hard, and you whined, eyes pleading for him to take it off. His palms pressed into the lace cups, squeezing them roughly. Tongue dancing in between his lips as he felt your nipples harden, barely covered by the lace.

“You’re so dirty, noona,” he purred, lowering his palms and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric, smirking at your wanton moan. “Wearing such slutty underwear under these professional clothes.”

You whimpered as he tugged on them. “No one’s going to see them but you, Jungkook.”

He clamped your nipples between his thumbs and knuckles, dragging you to him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip, pussy throbbing as you collided with his firm chest. His breath was scorching hot against your skin, making you shiver.

“What if someone finds out? Some idiot like a perverted old man staring at your ass in this skirt?”

You snorted. “I’ll rip his head off.”

Jungkook snickered, flicking your nipples with your answer. “You wouldn’t let me do it for you?”

Your hips rolled into his, hands on his waist to keep yourself up as he played with you. “I’ll reattach it for you so you can do the same.”

He laughed, almost a little too jovially for the part he was playing, but then he was back, tipping his head close to yours, blowing soft air onto your lips. You frowned, glaring at him for the lack of kiss.

“If possible, you’re even hotter dressed like this,” Jungkook murmured, his forehead against yours. “So prim and proper, even with a cute gag tied around your neck,” he added, playing with the ends of your neck scarf. “You could be a CEO, and I could be the janitor fucking you on your penthouse-floor desk.” He was undoing your scarf now, teasing it apart, making you breathless. “Maybe fuck you against the window so everyone can see how good I make you feel, noona.”

“Give yourself a little more credit than a janitor,” you muttered, stiffening as Jungkook ran his fingertips over your throat, nails grazing your skin.

“True, I would rather be your secretary so I can follow you around and stare at your ass in this skirt,” he chuckled, lacing his fingers around your neck. Thumb under your ear, the other four fingers under your other ear. You made eye contact with him. He looked almost bored, one of his eyebrows raised, but he was watching you, predatory and attentive.

“I know what I’m doing.”

His whisper was so soft that you barely heard it, but the words were there.

His grip tightened around your throat.

You gasped, feeling the blood flow thinning, hazing your mind. Jungkook watched your expression, reaching around with the hand that was holding your scarf, unclasping your lace bra. You could feel it fall down your arms, but your thoughts were rapidly being clouded by lightheadedness and lust, Jungkook smirking at you as he lifted the silk scarf into your vision.

“J… Jungkook…” you choked out.

The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you as he grinned, brushing the silk against your hard, abused nipples, touch so light, and yet it made your whine, wanting more stimulation but unable to ask because you knew he was toying with you.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook taunted. “Not intense enough for my naughty noona?”

He choked you harder and you couldn’t respond, eyes rolling back into your head as black spots danced in your vision, the sensation intensifying but still not enough, not enough, and you shoved your hips into his repeatedly, whimpering, hands clutching his black shirt, nails digging into his abs.

“So needy for me,” he breathed, feathery touches of silk against your nipples. “Are you only mine?”

He leaned forward, loosening his grip a little. The blood violently rushed back into your head and all you could hear Jungkook’s cruel whisper of your name, tearing a moan from your lips, a raspy yes, yes, fuck, Jungkook, I’m only yours.

He chuckled darkly.

Then he forced you to your knees, tits bouncing uncomfortably as you slid on your heels, knees hitting the tile floor. You clutched his clothed legs, panting, brain only half-functioning due to the lack of blood and the relentless teasing. You lifted your head back up to look at him, panting hard.

Jungkook cracked his neck sharply, a harsh pop. “I want to believe you, noona, but you’re dressed so fucking sexy that I can’t.” His dark eyes bore into you, tearing you up, and you were dripping onto your inner thighs. He emphasized his words with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Letting other people fantasize about this body that belongs to me isn’t acceptable.”

His hands reached down, fingers of his right hand playing with the button of his pants, tattoos dancing with his movement. He smirked as you watched him, eyes darting from his face to his hands. Shit, you were nearly drooling with anticipation. You swallowed as he teased the button free.

“You gonna show me that you remember who you belong to?”

You nodded quickly, maybe too quickly, but it was doomed now anyway because Jungkook was lowering the zipper, pushing down his pants and underwear, past his muscular thighs. It was obvious this was getting him off as much as it was getting you off, because he was rock-hard, leaking, tip already a dark red. Jungkook grabbed the back of your head and shoved his hips into your cheek, smearing his pre-cum onto your skin, all the way up to your cheekbone. He hissed, using his hand to press the head against your temple, nearly into your hair.

Fuck, he was so fucking close to your mouth, but he wasn’t letting you have it.

Damnnit.

Your tongue snaked out and softly licked his balls, eyes on his face, watching him tip his head back and moan. You licked more, creeping your head closer, pressing your lips against his hot skin. He was letting you do it, holding his cock out of the way as you wrapped your lips around his balls and sucked, pushing them around with your tongue, pleading noises in your throat, begging him for his cock as you bobbed your head up and down under his hips.

Jungkook’s dark eyes shifted down to you, triumphant grin on his lips.

“You want to swallow my cock, noona?” he teased, smacking it against your face, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting your cheek to his cock. You narrowed your eyes at him, as if to say, no fucking shit, you punk ass bitch, and he chuckled deep in his chest. He looked past your head, down your back.

“Such a nice ass.”

You smacked his leg, aware that he was doing it on purpose to piss you off. He smirked knowingly, placing his palm on your forehead and pushing you off his balls.

“Swallow it all and don’t choke,” Jungkook snarled, shoving his cock into your open mouth.

Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, relaxing your throat muscles as Jungkook forcefully pushed into your lips, sighing with satisfaction as he buried himself to the hilt, his strong fingers tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, so good,” he moaned, making his cock throb into the roof of your mouth. You whined, hands on his hips, waiting for him to let you move. “Your throat feels so fucking good, noona. If only they knew how good you are, how perfectly slutty you are for me.” He snickered, releasing his hand, glaring down into your eyes.

“But they’re never going to know, because you’ll never service another cock ever again.”

You whimpered, nails digging into his thighs.

He ticked his chin at you. “Go on, noona. Show me how much you love my cock.”

You began to move, pressing your tongue against the bottom as you slid up and down his length, moaning at his taste. So good. You generated more saliva and ran it all over the head, sucking hard. He inhaled sharply as you teased the sensitive underside, tongue against the opening.

“That’s it,” Jungkook breathed. “Give it to me like you mean it.”

You gripped his thighs and began to bob your head back and forth, ramming the head into the back of your throat and squeezing it before arching your neck so it ran across the roof of your mouth and then back down so it hit your throat again. Was this going to make you hoarse? Probably, but you didn’t a single shit, because Jungkook moaning for you and telling you how good you were was much more important. The pace was slow at first, but you went faster and faster, tighter, your breasts bouncing with every movement, eyes closed to savor his taste and steel your concentration of not gagging because Jungkook was so big, so thick, so perfectly rough, and your tongue could feel him throbbing inside your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled above you, nearly feral with desire. “Fuck, I’m going to cum down that perfect throat of yours, noona.”

His thighs tensed under your hands and you knew he was close. You increased the intensity, neck straining, already aching with how fast you were going.

“Drink it all and don’t fucking waste it.”

Jungkook grabbed you by your hair and thrusted his hips into your face, moaning lustfully as he shot into your mouth, hot creamy strings into your throat. You swallowed fast to avoid choking, gulping loudly as he gave you more, more, fuck it was so delicious that you gasped, swirling your tongue around his jerking cock and lapping it all up. Whimpering, you wrapped your lips around the head and milked it dry, rubbing your lips against the skin where the head and length connected.

“You’re so fucking good,” Jungkook sighed, running his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. “So messy and dirty. I love it, noona.” He pressed your mouth down his entire length and held you there.

Your name drifted out of his lips, a sweet exhale.

He kept you there. You felt some of your spit drip down your chin and hit your breasts. You flinched at the coldness, still holding onto his hips. Jungkook finally looked down at you, chest heaving, panting. He looked like he wanted to say something. You shot him a questioning look, unable to respond, mouth still full of his cock.

He released your head, untangling his fingers from your hair. You drew your mouth back, rubbing your jaw and throat a little. Jungkook had a strange expression, lips parted, brows furrowed, the muscles in his neck tensed. He seemed a bit spaced out. You tilted your head.

Something felt off.

You stood up with as much grace as you could, knees aching, heels snapping to the tile floor. He still wasn’t looking at you. You backed up, to the desks, finding a study one.

“Jungkook.”

You smacked the wood loudly with your flat palm.

He whipped his head towards you, dark eyes flashing. Perfect. You smirked, placing your hands on your pencil skirt. Sank your fingers in, gripping the fabric. Jungkook’s voracious eyes watched your movement, each hike revealing more and more of your legs. A slow smirk formed on his lips. You yanked your skirt all the way up to your waist, revealing your white lace panties and sheer pantyhose, black fabric bunched around your waist.

Jungkook reached down and pulled his pants up, raising his eyebrows as he walked over, lower lip in between his teeth as he grinned at you.

“That’s a dangerous position to be in, noona,” he purred. “You know I love fucking you on a desk.”

You bounced your ass up onto the table, closing your legs, knees together. Placed your hands on your lap, pushing your tits together. Jungkook licked his lips, the predatory glint back in his eye. You kept your tone stern, with a hint if disapproval.

“Really? Because for a second there, I was beginning to think you lost your nerve.”

The menace in his eyes made your shiver with anticipation. You could tell Jungkook liked it too, your word selection, your tone, your defiance. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, and it fell to the floor with an oppressive thump. You sucked in a tight breath. The shirt was short sleeved, exposing his tattooed right forearm and his equally beautiful tanned left one. Some of his long black hair was falling down, brushing against his right cheekbone.

His eyes were so dark that you felt like they were devouring you.

Jungkook placed his large hands on your knees and vehemently shoved them apart, spreading your legs wide. He gave you a cold, expressionless stare as he placed a hand on your stomach, putting you onto your elbows, hips tipped up towards him. You were embarrassingly wet, juices soaked into your inner thighs, lace panties already molded to your soaked folds, the sheer pantyhose doing nothing to protect you from him and his hungry eyes. His voice was icy, making your pussy throb with need.

“Noona, if you close your legs, I’m going to punish you,” Jungkook warned.

Part of you wanted to know what the punishment was, but the other part of you really wanted to orgasm, so kept your snide remark to yourself and simply nodded.

Jungkook removed his hands from your knees and placed them on your shuddering breasts. Fuck. You hadn’t realized you were so horny until Jungkook touched you. A pained whimper strained in your throat.

The side of his lips curved upwards.

“Does my dirty, slutty noona want to be fucked?” His nails sank down, digging into your skin. “Do you want to be used by me, your tight little pussy stretched out and pleading for more?” Jungkook leaned forward, breathing into your face, growling whisper against your lips. He pinched your nipples and you moaned, wanting to kiss him, but knowing he wasn’t going to let you. He chuckled darkly, seeing your desperation.

“Do you want to be a slave for Jungkookie’s cock, noona?”

Fuuuuuuuck.

Your heart was beating so fast that your breathing was coming out in little gasps as he twisted your nipples harshly, rubbing the tips with his thumb. Your legs shook, threatening to close because the lack of friction was killing you.

“Y-yes, Jungkook, fuck yes.”

He yanked on your nipples and slapped them, making you hiss with pain, flinching as the sting shot up your chest. Jungkook reached into his back pocket and produced the silk neck scarf.

“Keep quiet for me noona or everyone will know how much of a slut you are for me.”

And then he shoved your own scarf into your parted lips, gagging you. Not a second too soon, because, without warning, Jungkook immediately spanked your barely clothed clit. You yelped around the silk, thighs quivering. He gripped one of your thighs, digging his nails into it, tearing the sheer pantyhose a little.

“Don’t move and take it,” he snarled.

Your back arched as Jungkook began to slap your pussy, hard, unforgiving, loud, and making you wetter and wetter, so much so his hand was slipping a little with each smack. You screamed around the scarf, hips trembling as they rose to meet each hit, flaring pain in between your thighs but so, so good. He clenched his jaw, dark eyes on your quickly reddening pussy lips that were sucking your panties deeper and deeper into your slit.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re so hot and so fucking perfect for me.”

He removed his hand from your thigh and ripped the center seam of your pantyhose apart.

You started, eyes widening as you watched him tear through it, yelling at him through the scarf. You still needed to wear those! The small tears were one thing, but a full-on giant rip at the crotch was not going to be comfortable to wear for the rest of the day.

Jungkook smirked, raising a hand to his ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”

You glared at him and was about to remove the scarf from your mouth to scold him, but his smirk turned into a roguish grin.

“Hm? Slap you harder and abuse your clit?”

You paled.

“My pleasure.”

You threw you head back as Jungkook mercilessly spanked your now only lace-covered clit, impossibly fast, towering over you and hooking his arm under your back, dragging you to him, arching your spine more, more, so your tits were straight up, bouncing right in his face as he changed from smacking your clit to rubbing it just as fast, rougher, so intense you were hoarsely wailing into the gag.

All of a sudden, your orgasm violently rammed into you, pleasure racking your entire body, amplified by stinging pain. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetly squelching as Jungkook breathed hotly down on your nipples, still rubbing you through your orgasm, not letting up. You shook your head furiously, trying to tell him it was too much, that you were too sensitive, but you didn’t lift your hands to stop him, only spreading your fingers against the table, palms flat as your hips raised to his fingers.

You felt his hair brush against your nipples as he licked your cleavage, smirking up at your face.

“One more and then I’ll fuck you the way I want to, noona.”

Your legs were losing feeling from how hard you were locking them in place as you felt Jungkook pry your lace panties out of your pussy, shoving them to one side. Oh shit. You moaned as you felt him shove two fingers into you, eyes squeezing shut as he added a third, scissoring them as he smiled cruelly at you, eagerly watching your reaction.

“Such a greedy pussy, sucking in my fingers like this,” Jungkook drawled, your walls clenching around them, feeling every callus and every joint, all the way to his knuckles. “All mine, my beautiful, slutty noona.”

You would have asked Jungkook what the time was if your brain could still function, but your brain timed itself out, because Jungkook was thrusting his fingers into you now, filling you up, and feeding your need and desperation, assaulting your pussy with pleasure. The pain of your stinging, puffy lips rubbing against his hand added to the ecstasy, heightening it, your moaning now unintelligible behind the silk scarf that was saturated with your saliva. The sound was obscene, sloppy smacking sounds of your drenched hole getting pounded into the desk.

You threw your head back and choked out his name around the makeshift gag, throbbing pussy clamping down on his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid gushed out onto his palm, the back of his hand, dripping down to his wrist. It was so intense that your entire body jerked up into Jungkook’s face, hitting him with your tits.

If Jungkook was mad about it, he didn’t show it. He wrenched his slick fingers out and you whined, watching him with glazed eyes as licked them off, ferally growling at your taste. He released your back from his arm and you slid down, laying against the desk, panting.

“You taste extra delicious today, noona,” he chuckled. “Candy always tastes better in cute packaging.”

You barely had time to register that Jungkook had just compared you to a fucking convenience store snack before he yanked down his pants again, whipping out a foil packet and ripping it open. Less than a second and the condom was on, and then Jungkook shoved his cock into you, a startled gasp dying in your very over-used throat.

Jungkook moaned your name above you, softly and lustfully, pulling your hips closer to him so he was all the way inside you. You clenched around his length and he sighed, small smirk on his pink lips, eyelids fluttering.

“You’re going to kill me one day with how perfectly tight you are for me,” he mumbled.

Your eyes found his and he grinned, looking down at you through his lashes, his hair obscuring half his face.

Fuck, you could stare at him all day.

Jungkook placed your legs around his waist, finally letting them rest from the forced spreading. He roughly jerked his hips into yours and you whimpered, nails clawing into the desk. His fingers dug into your hips and he set his jaw, beginning a hard, fast pace, slapping your hips together, fucking you into the desk. It scraped noisily into the floor, but neither of you cared, you abused pussy lips rubbing against his crotch every time his hips met yours, carried to new heights of pain and pleasure, loving every second, every moment of Jungkook using you to chase his own orgasm, his cock swelling and dragging against your tight walls. So much. So full.

You could never be satisfied with another cock.

“Fuck.”

Jungkook hissed, grip on your hips tightening, bruising you with his fingertips.

“Fuck, noona, I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

And then your orgasm crashed down, overtaking you completely, your head smacking the desk and seeing stars, clenching around Jungkook’s cock and pulsating violently around his length, soaking his thighs with your juices, scent so strong you were sure whatever class that was going to use this lecture hall next was going to smell your cum splattering to the floor.

Jungkook gritted his teeth and rammed his hips into you, dragging you down to meet every thrust, intensifying your orgasm, ripping your pantyhose even more. Once, twice, three times, and he groaned, shuddering as he spilled into the condom, cock shivering inside you as he came. You could feel how much it was, pressing against your walls.

His long hair was all over his face, black strands clinging to his tan skin, sweat dripping off his chin, pink lips quivering, dark eyes roaming over your fucked-out form. Panting hard, matching your heavy, grating breaths behind your now saliva-drenched neck scarf. After a long moment, Jungkook reached down and held onto the condom, slowly pulling out of you.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

You reached up with a shaking hand, pulling the silk out of your mouth. It came out in a long strip of fabric, smacking against your cheek as your removed it from your lips.

Holy.

Fuck.

You sat up, your body screaming at you, seeing Jungkook breathing hard, tying up the condom.

“Did you just tell me you love me?”

Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He chewed on his lip, biting it hard before facing you. Dark brown eyes suddenly vulnerable, scared. It was the most uncharacteristic expression you had ever witnessed on Jeon Jungkook’s chiseled, handsome face.

“Uh… yeah.”

There was a moment where you realized both you two were mostly naked in a random classroom, clothes thrown everywhere, having made a mess once again.

“Sorry,” Jungkook added quickly. “It slipped out.”

You blinked at him. “Why are you apologizing?”

He rubbed his nose, looking away.

“Well… aren’t you just fucking me because you like to be dominated?”

You frowned. “No, I’m fucking you because I’m in love with you.”

You saw Jungkook freeze. He turned his head robotically, eyes wide and doe-like. “R-really?”

You looked down to notice that your heels were on the tile floor. When had you lost those? You grumbled, trying to straighten out your panties and the remains of your pantyhose. It was doomed. You shrugged, dangling your legs over the edge of the desk as you looked back at Jungkook and his surprised expression. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you really that much of an idiot?” you muttered, your own cheeks burning, letting out a puff of annoyed air. “Yes, I love you. Why else would I tolerate you staring at me like I’m some kind of zoo animal? Why else would I risk getting in trouble by running around like this? Why else would I let you fuck me at school, in the middle of the damn day, again?”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Erm… because I’m hot?”

You rubbed your forehead and sighed exasperatedly, standing up, instantly wincing. Jungkook took a step forward to catch you, but he almost tripped on his pants down his ankles. You caught yourself against the desk and raised a hand, shaking your head.

“Pack your damn dick,” you muttered. You yanked your tights down your legs, removing them and balling them up. They were useless now anyway. You found your bra and put it back on as you eyed your chiffon blouse. Good thing it wasn’t ripped. It only took you a moment to slip it back on, rebuttoning it and tucking it into your skirt. You pulled your pencil skirt back down, straightening it, thighs immediately sticking together from your own fluids.

Yup, still no more comfortable than yanking your pants back on after a session with Jungkook.

You noticed him putting his leather jacket back on and picking up the condom wrapper. He took the silk scarf from the table and shoved it in his back pocket. You went back to him to gather your shoes, but he knelt down, holding out your black heels as if you were Cinderella.

“I can just–”

“Step.”

His tone was sharp and you immediately obeyed, raising your foot and stepping into your shoe. First one, then the other. Jungkook stood back up, exhaling a little. You looked up at him. His chocolate eyes flitted about tensely. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you… uh…”

You cut him off. “Jungkook, if you cheat on me, I will personally castrate you with a spoon.”

He cringed. “Ouch.”

You took the used condom and the wrapper bits from him, shoving them into your balled-up pantyhose. You marched towards the door confidently, pain shooting throughout your body with every step. Jungkook called after you.

“Your hairpins.”

You turned your head back a little.

“You can drop them off at my apartment later.”

And then you unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom.

Park Jimin waved at you, grinning. Plump lips curved into a mischievous smile, wearing a denim jacket and jeans. You almost jumped seeing him standing there. What the fuck is with this guy’s timing? He eyed your hand holding your ruined pantyhose and you put it behind your back, glaring at him.

“I told Namjoon you had a lady emergency.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows at you before holding up your phone and black purse, the belongings you had left in the back room. “You took longer than you should have.”

You felt your ears burn. “Shit. I need to get back.”

“To Jungkook, yeah,” Jimin chimed teasingly, making you glower at him.

Of course. Jungkook had turned Jimin into his scout for your escapades. Fantastic. You suddenly felt a strong presence behind you. The door had opened and Jungkook’s arm snaked around your waist, yanking you possessively to his side. He placed his chin on top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.

“You wanna go on a date, noona?” Jungkook purred, his free hand playing with the ends of your disheveled hair.

You pursed your lips. “I have to get back and help Namjoon.”

Jimin waved a hand. “He’ll be fine for one day. Plus, you’re being kidnapped.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook slapped his hand over your lips, marching you in the opposite direction of Career Week, Jimin skipping behind you two, cheerfully humming.

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part iv

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Open for holiday requests? Well then... ho,ho,ho🎅 Tom’s driving home frantically during holiday season and ends up getting his car stuck in a snowstorm. Reader and her family take him in from the cold and slowly he adjusts for the time being and maybe starts catching feelings???

I love a good hallmark like Xmas movie romance!

Home For The Holidays 

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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“Spencer, look!” Lucas alerted his twin once he heard the knock. “There’s someone outside.”

Spencer got up to the window curiously and looked outside, seeing Tom covered head to toe in snow.

“It’s a monster.” Spencer shrieked as he ducked down from the window.

“It is not a monster.” Lucas rolled his eyes before looking out the window again. “Oh my God.”

“What?” Spencer asked, jumping up next to his twin to look out the window.

“Its a monster.” Lucas gasped. The boys scrambled to the door and flung it open, gasping in unison at the sight of a snow covered Tom.

“Hi. I’m-“

Are you the abdominal snowman?” Lucas asked as he let Tom in the door.

“No, I’m T-“

“Daisy!” Spencer cut him off with a shout. “Come in here!”

“Is there an adult I can speak to?” Tom asked the child as a little girl came into the room.

“Whats going on?” Daisy asked before her eyes landed on Tom. “Woah, is that an abdominal snowman?”

“Yea!” Spencer nodded. “He came right to our door.”

“I saw him out in the snow.” Lucas said proudly.

“Hey kids.” Tom spoke again. “Sorry to bother you, but I really need to talk to an adult. Are your parents home?”

“Did you come from the North Pole?” Spencer asked.

“No, Spencer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “The abdominal snowman lives in Alaska.”

“I think he lives in Florida.” Lucas added.

“It’s actually abominable and I’m from Europe.” Tom cut in.

“Do you have magic powers?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah. I can use a phone really well. Do you want to see?” Tom tried to bait them into letting him use the phone.

“Wait!” Spencer gasped.

“What?” Daisy asked.

“Stranger danger.” Spencer realized. “We let a stranger into the house.”

“Oh no.” Lucas whined. “My parents are gonna be mad at me.”

“Mine too.” Daisy feared. “We can’t tell them.”

“Get Y/n.” Lucas instructed. “She’ll know what to do.”

“Okay.” Spencer ran out of the room, leaving Tom with the other two kids.

“Is Y/n your age?” Tom asked the children, hoping he wouldn’t have to deal with another child.

“No. Shes my cousin.” Daisy answered. “I think she’s 40. Shes really pretty though.”

“He’s right in here. He doesn’t look like the one in the movie.” Tom heard Spencer’s voice coming back. He came into the room with you, your one hand holding his and your other over your eyes.

“Okay. Can I open my eyes now?” You asked your brother.

“Uh huh.” Spencer said, and you slowly opened your eyes and removed your hand. Tom finally got a good look at you and felt all the air leave his chest.

“Uh, hi.” Tom waved awkwardly at you, taken aback by the beautiful stranger who let him on their house. You, on the other hand, were thinking something entirely different.

“AHHHHH.” You screamed and grabbed the children. “Intruder!”

“Woah woah woah.” Tom tried to calm you down. “The kids let me in.”

“Did you hurt them? Are you guys okay?” You asked as you inspected the children.

“We’re okay.” Lucas nodded, making you kiss his forehead out of relief. You picked Daisy up with one arm and held the boys close to you with your other as you backed away from Tom.

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” You demanded.

“My name is Tom.” Tom started slowly. “I’m so sorry to bother you but my car has broken down and I can’t get any service. Would you mind letting me use your phone?”

“My whole family is inside.” You told him. “Can you give me some sort of proof that you’re not chop us up and turn us into soup?”

“What kind of proof do you need?” Tom chuckled softly.

“Can you take me out to your car to show me that it’s broken down?”

“It’s really cold out here and I parked pretty far. It’s not safe for you to walk all the way out there.” Tom warned you.

“How far did you walk?” You asked, suddenly noticing how tired he looked.

“I’m not sure. You can’t see anything out there.” He shrugged. You chewed your lip and looked down at your siblings and cousin before making a decision.

“Kids, go inside and help grandma with the cooking.” You instructed. “Tell her I said you could have one piece of candy each.”

“Are we in trouble for letting a stranger inside?” Lucas asked fearfully.

“No, honey.” You assured him. “Just don’t do it again, okay? You did the right thing by coming to get me.”

The children smiled in relief before scurrying out of the room, leaving you alone with Tom.

“Empty your coat pockets” You demanded, trying to put on a brave face.

“Okay, but why?” Tom wondered as he took the contents of his pockets out.

“In case you have any weapons.” You said like it was obvious.

“There.” Tom said as he put the last of it on the table. “Pockets are empty.”

You eyed him skeptically before walking up to him and putting his hands in his pockets. You patted him down until you were satisfied.

“Okay. I believe you.” You nodded. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Tom.” He shook your hand. “Are those your kids?”

“No.” You smiled. “Those were my brothers and my niece.”

“They’re cute.” Tom complimented. “They look like you.”

“Well, I have tons more in the living room.” You said proudly. “That’s why I have to keep you in here until I know you won’t hurt anyone.”

“How can I gain your trust?”

“Um, I don’t really know.” You realized. “I’ve never interrogated anyone before.”

“How about this.” Tom offered as he pulled off his hat and scarf, revealing his reddened face. “I’ll take off my stuff so you can see I’m just a regular guy.”

Your body language changed when you saw that he was a handsome guy your age. You blushed a little and looked around the room to gather yourself.

“Your skin is freezing.” You sighed as you touched a warm hand to his cold cheek. “How long have you been out there?”

“A while. I can’t feel anything below my neck.”

“You poor thing.” You sighed and rubbed his arms to warm him up. “Come on, let’s get you warmed up.”

“Wait, what about the interrogation?” Tom wondered.

“You passed. Now come on, before you get frostbite.” You laughed as you took his hand and lead him into your living room where your family was. Tom looked around the room, seeing at least 8 children and a bunch of adults. As soon as they saw you, your cousin Clementine ran into your arms for a hug. You scooped her up and held her on your hip as you addressed your family.

“Everyone, this is Tom.” You put your hand on Toms back. “His car broke down and he needs our help.”

“How cute is he!” Your aunt Linda gushed. “Look at those brown eyes.”

“The eyes? Look at that hair. So healthy.” Your Aunt Mary added.

“Nice to meet you Tom. I’m also Tom.” Your grandfather reached forward to shake Toms hand.

“And I’m Gary.” Your other grandfather shook his hand. “Nice handshake. Strong.”

“Thank you sir.” Tom smiled shyly.

“Ah, Y/n, he’s your age.” Your grandmother gasped. “What a cute couple you’d make.”

“Do you want to see my train set?” Your brother Charlie tugged on Toms hand. “I built it myself.”

“I helped.” Your youngest brother, George, told him. “I put the tracks together.”

“I’d love to see it.” Tom smiled at him.

“Can we get you something to eat?” Your uncle Jason asked Tom. “You must be starving.”

“How about a drink? Do you like hot chocolate? I just made some.” Aunt Linda offered.

“Have a seat, dear.” Your mom led Tom to a chair. “You must have been walking for miles.”

“A friend of mine owns the best auto shop in town. I’ll give him a call for you to see about your car.” Your uncle Richard said as he went to get the house phone.

“Thank you, sir. I greatly appreciate that.” Tom nodded in appreciation.

“Did you hear that?” Your mom gasped. “Manners.”

“And that accent.” Aunt Mary winked. “Oh, Y/n, he’s perfect for you.”

“Aunt Mary.” You glared at her. “We just met.”

“Oh, you must be freezing. I’ll get you a sweater.” Your other grandmother moved towards the closet.

“Make Y/n get it.” Your grandma waved her hand in dismissal. “You need to focus on the food.”

“Y/n, would you take Tom to get a fresh set of clothes? He’ll catch his death in this weather.” Your mother asked you.

“Please, don’t let me put you to any trouble.” Tom tried to stop them from going to great lengths for him.

“Nonsense. You’re our guest.” Your mother smiled at him.

“Follow me.” You put Clementine down and took Toms hand, leading him to one of the bedrooms.

“You have such a big family.” Tom commented as you reached the room.

“I know.” You smiled proudly as you got clothes out of the closet. “Every holiday is a huge celebration. It’s the only time we all get to be together.”

“That’s really great that you’re all so close.” Tom smiled as he looked at the family pictures hanging on the wall.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Here.” You handed him clothes. “You can put on anything you find and leave your wet clothes in the bathroom.”

You went to leave the room but Tom grabbed your arm.

“Y/n?” Tom asked.

“Yes, Tom?”

“Thank you. I really appreciate you letting me in.” Tom smiled warmly.

“And I really appreciate you not chopping my family up and turning us into soup.” You smiled back before leaving the room. You waited a few minutes before coming back in once you assumed Tom was finished changing.

“I found some more sweaters if none of those...” You trailed off when you saw what Tom was wearing.

“What?” Tom asked in confusion as he looked down at the sweater.

“That’s my dads sweater. I haven’t seen it in years.” You smiled softly as you ran your fingers down the material of the sweater.

“It’s so soft.” Tom chuckled as he felt it as well. “He doesn’t wear it anymore?”

“No. He um, he passed away a few years ago.” You admitted, keeping your eyes down.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I can take it off.” Tom immediately went to remove it.

“No, it’s okay.” You stopped him. “It suits you.”

“Tom! Y/n!” Your aunt Linda called from the living room. “Hot chocolate is ready!”

“Come on.” You took his hand. “My aunt makes really good hot chocolate. You’ll love it.”

Tom blushed behind your back as you lead him to the kitchen, feeling intimidated when he saw your entire family sitting down.

“There you two are.” Your mother smiled. “We were just sitting down to eat.”

“You can sit next to me.” You pulled Tom to two empty seats. He pulled your chair out for you, making you smile.

“I wanna sit with Tom.” Daisy whined.

“No, I do.” George pouted.

“You can sit across from me.” Tom told George. “And I’ll sit in the middle of Y/n and Daisy.”

“I called the auto shop.” Your uncle told Tom. “They can’t send anybody out here until the morning. Hope you don’t spending the night here.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Tom shook his head. “I’m sure I’ll find a hotel around here.”

“Nonsense. You’ll never make it to a hotel. Plus, we have a perfectly good bed right here.” Your grandpa insisted.

“I don’t want to put you to too much trouble.” Tom told your family. “You’ve already done so much for me.”

“It’s no trouble at all. We’re happy to have you here.” Your other grandpa said.

“Hot chocolate, for you.” Aunt Linda placed two mugs down in front of you and Tom.

“Would you like some potatoes?” Aunt Mary passed him the bowl.

“How about some greens? I put a little brown sugar on them to make them taste good.” Aunt Linda put some on Toms plate.

“You have to try this. It’s my special recipe.” Your grandma put a baked zucchini next to the green beans.

“My wife makes the best stuffing.” Uncle Gary chuckled as he put some on Toms plate. “You’ll want to take some before the kids get it all.”

“Ooo. Make sure you get some cranberry sauce.” Your mother filled the last empty spot on Toms dish.

“Thank you. All of you. I really appreciate your kindness.” Tom smiled fondly at the table, his heart warming with gratitude.

“It’s the holiday season. Kindness is the most important gift you can give.” Your grandpa declared.

“Tom, do you want to play dolls with me after dinner?” Your cousin Ivy asked.

“No, he has to see my train set first.” Charlie spoke up.

“We could put the dolls on the train.” Tom suggested, making all the children grin.

“Did you hear that? He’s a genius.” Lucas said to Spencer.

“How long is Tom gonna stay with us?” Ivy asked her mom.

“Can he stay in my room tonight? I have stars on my ceiling.” Lucas told Tom.

“That sounds really cool, Lucas.” Tom nodded. “You’ll have to show me.”

“Are you and Y/n gonna get married?” Clementine wondered out loud, making you slap your hand to your forehead while Tom laughed.

“We just met, Clementine.” You said shyly as you pushed your food around your plate.

“Do you like pie Tom?” Aunt Linda piped up. “I made apple and cherry.”

“And I made pumpkin.” You leaned towards him to tell him.

“I like pumpkin.” Tom smiled at you, leaning in as well.

“Me too.” You giggled as you bumped shoulders with him.

“Oh look!” Aunt Mary gasped. “You two are under the mistletoe.”

You and Tom looked up and sure enough, a bustle of mistletoe was hanging above your heads. Toms face immediately flushed as he looked at you, but you were busy giving an unamused look to your family.

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “It’s almost like someone hung mistletoe over the only two empty seats at the table.”

“Maybe it was a coincidence.” Tom squeaked.

“Uh Uh.” You shook your head. “This was no coincidence. My family did this on purpose.”

You punctuated your sentence by standing up and taking the mistletoe down, making your family roll their eyes and huff.

“We’re not gonna kiss.” You declared as you set the mistletoe down on the table. “Not like this.”

Tom perked up at your words, but appeared to be the only one that heard it. He looked around the table for witnesses, but found that your family had given up and started eating. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you slip the mistletoe into your cardigan pocket. Tom eyes you curiously but didn’t say anything as he began to eat his food.

After dinner, Tom helped you clear the table while the kids ran off to play. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he stood next to your grandmother, drying the dishes as she washed them.

“Look at him.” Your grandmother gawked. “He’s helping me wash the dishes.”

“Y/n, if you don’t marry him, I will.” Your mom clicked her tongue, making you roll your eyes.

“Stop it.” You scolded. “No one here marrying him. We don’t even know if he’s single.”

“Well, Tom, are you seeing anyone?” Aunt Mary asked him as she put the dishes away.

“I’m not, no.” Tom answered as he kept his eyes on you. You gave him a coy smile before looking away.

“Then when are you taking Y/n on a date?” Aunt Linda asked, making you gasp.”

“Aunt Linda!” You exclaimed. “That’s enough. Nothings gonna happen between us if you’re all poking around in our business. We’re leaving. Come on, Tom.”

Tom gave an apologetic look to your family as he followed you out of the room. You took his hand and brought him to one of the rooms, presumably the one you were staying in.

“Sorry about that.” You sighed as you shut the door behind you. “They’re always trying to set me up.”

“Has it ever worked before?” Tom asked, a hint of jealousy in his words.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and flicked your eyes to the ceiling. “You tell me.”

Tom followed your eyes and looked up as well, smiling a little when he saw mistletoe badly taped above your heads.

“Hm.” Tom played coy. “Now, where did that come from?”

“I took it from the dining room.” You laughed. “It’d be a shame to go to waste.”

“You know what?” Tom smirked as he hooked his pinky under your chin, tilting your lips closer to his. “I was thinking the same thing.”

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