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[track2hack]

Unfortunately Ed’s NZSRA show this weekend is cancelled due to low entries 😩

BUT the DRNZ Champs are on the 10th and me and mum are entering the 24km CTR at the Cust Domain 👀

It all evens out 👌

[aesthetical-bucky]

Soft Hearts Beating As One

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x chubby!reader

Summary: Bucky is inevitably in love with you, and when you ghost him after sharing a passionate first kiss, he’s hurt and makes it his mission to find out why you’re running from him.

Prompt: Bucky and chubby!reader share their first kiss and afterwards reader ghosts him. Days later he hears her talking to Wanda that readers last bf left her after they got more intimate because he obviously found her unattractive after all. And reader doesn’t want this to happen with Bucky but also doesn’t know what to do. Now Bucky’s even more determined to show her he loves her the way she is and won’t let her go as long as she’ll have him.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: insecure reader, soft smut, 18+ only please :)

Authors Notes: This is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and just wanted to remind you that your body is perfect and never let anyone, whether it’s a friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, a stranger, tell you otherwise!

Thank you so much to @becs-bunker​ for proofreading this for me! I truly appreciate it honey!!! Love you 😘

Bucky couldn’t understand it. The kiss the two of you shared just a couple of days ago was perfect and full of passion. Bucky didn’t think anything was wrong, he even made sure to brush his teeth with his new toothpaste and eat mints up until the moment, so it couldn’t have been his breath that made you ghost him days later. 

Bucky had a big crush on you since the second he saw you. He thought you were the most gorgeous person he ever laid eyes on. Your curves in all the right places; your hips, your thighs, your butt. He often imagined you riding him during his dreams, his hands on your soft waist as you came undone around him.

He much preferred you to the skinny ladies with fake boobs that often threw themselves at him during Tony’s dumb parties.

You simply didn’t understand why Bucky was so interested in you because you saw the kind of woman who lusted after him and he could have any woman he wanted. But as the days went on, you noticed his presence lingered around you more and more. And eventually, he had opened up to you about having a crush, which you, of course, did reciprocate.

So, that’s why Bucky couldn’t understand your sudden ghosting. The way you would scatter from the room if he entered. Apparently, none of the team knew either. He thought you liked him, and he didn’t remember doing anything wrong during the kiss. 

Bucky was about to enter the kitchen when he heard Wanda and you talking.

“I thought you liked Bucky?”

“Oh, I do, so much. He’s amazing.” You smiled into your coffee, and then your sad thoughts came back.

“So what’s wrong?” Wanda pushed, knowing she could just enter your mind and find out if you weren’t going to say anything. 

“I just. I’m scared. My last boyfriend left me after we had sex for the first time, he clearly found me unattractive and I’m just scared Bucky will do the same. He’ll see my fat on my body and be disgusted with me, or even worse his large frame won’t fit between my thick thighs. Sorry, that’s too much information.” 

“Not at all. This is what girls are for. Come on sweetheart, do you really believe Bucky would do or think that? We’ve all seen the way he looks at you.”

Wanda’s right, Y/N. Listen to her, for the love of God.

Bucky nibbled his thumbnail as he desperately wanted to know your answer. 

“I don’t know what to do. The kiss we shared was amazing, I just can’t help the feeling I’m not good enough.” You said sadly and Bucky heard enough. 

You and Wanda left the compound for a few hours after your talk, to go girl shopping for some new lingerie and clothes. It was just so nice to be carefree and away from it all. 

This gave Bucky plenty of time to muster up his plan and put it into action. He had stopped by the flower shop and picked the biggest bunch of scented red roses. Bucky sprinkled rose petals on your duvet and put a bottle of champagne in ice on your table next to the bed. 

You returned to the compound a few hours later as it started getting dark outside. You bid goodnight to Wanda and decided on relaxing with a rom-com movie in bed and some chocolate. 

There was a soft glow under your door, but you thought maybe you had left a lamp on and thought nothing of it when you opened the door and slipped inside your room. You sighed as you kicked your shoes off and lowered your bags on the floor. 

You turned around and froze. Bucky was semi-naked on your bed with a rose between his lips. Soft music started playing in the background and the light you saw from the hallway, was actually a couple of candles flickering. The shadows danced on the ceiling and you stood there with your mouth gaped open. 

“Hi, doll.” He grinned as he removed the rose and put it to the side. His broad chest on inviting you to stare as he stalked towards you. Bucky stood in front of you, his hands on your waist and he pulled you closer. 

“Hi, Bucky,” you whispered back, confused by what all this was about. It was like he had the power to read your mind. Because, before you could ask him, he spoke.

“I just need you to know doll, that I absolutely love everything about you. You’re perfect, there’s nothing I’d change about you. And I kinda eavesdropped the other day, please believe me when I tell you I’d never dream of walking out on you because I’m nothing like that asshole. I wouldn’t do that to you. It’s what’s on the inside that counts, you have a beating heart, and it’s full of gold, a fantastic personality and there’s never a day that goes by where you don’t make me smile or laugh. I love you Y/N, and I want to show you how serious I am.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and fell when you blinked. Those were the words you longed to hear when you were with your ex-boyfriend. And Bucky is right, he’s nothing like your ex. Bucky is more respectful and the more you thought about it; you never once heard a negative comment from him about your weight. 

“I love you too, Buck. And I’m sorry for feeling so scared.” You said after a few moments. 

“Don’t be scared, baby. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you gently to the bed. 

Bucky slowly pushed you down on the soft mattress and tentatively lifted your shirt over your head. Your first instinct was to cover your chest and your arms wrapped around yourself. A lump formed in your throat and you were relieved the lights were off since the candles didn’t give you too much light. But Bucky wasn’t having that, he pried your arms and interlaced his fingers with yours and held them above your head. Bucky kissed down your neck to your collarbone, where he nipped the sensitive skin. 

A soft and quiet moan, only audible to Bucky thanks to his enhanced hearing, left your parted lips. 

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear your pretty little sounds. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He wiggled his fingers free from yours and reached round your back to unclasp your bra. Your natural big breasts bounced from being free and Bucky moaned at the sight of them. 

“Absolutely perfect.” He moaned, running his tongue over your nipple and gently grazing it with his teeth. The sensation caused you to arch your back and moan as your hands trailed in his hair. 

Bucky spent a couple of minutes on each breast, giving each one his undivided attention. He slowly kissed down between the valley of your breasts and towards your hips. Bucky nipped the sensitive skin as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the zipper down. Bucky hooked his thumbs on either side of the waistband and pulled them down your thick thighs along with your underwear. You were mildly aware that your pubic mound was a bit larger than most women’s, and you worried about what Bucky would think of it. 

“I’m sorr-”

“Shh. It’s perfect, doll. You’re perfect. There’s more to lick here.” His words made you tingle and you rested your head back and closed your eyes. 

Bucky teased your lips with the tip of his tongue. Your thighs were held open by his large hands and you lifted your hips for more. 

Before you could whine about it, Bucky’s tongue slithered through your wet folds and licked up and down on your sensitive, tingling clit. You moaned loudly, your hands tugging his hair harshly and he groaned against you, signaling he liked it. Bucky shook his head side to side and you became a moaning, withering mess. 

You felt the familiar warmth in your lower belly and you panted. 

“Bucky- fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned as he sped up, groaning. His voice vibrated against your core and you were done for. You came hard over his tongue and you felt like you were teleported into a whole new world. Bucky licked you clean, taking every little thing that leaked out from you.

Bucky sat up and licked his lips with a grin. 

“Doll, hope you know I’m gonna do that every single day. The most delicious pussy I’ve ever eaten, and I haven’t had many.” He chuckled and you blushed, biting your lip. 

Bucky rid himself of the rest of his clothes and climbed on top of you. His hard length poking your inner thigh and you sighed. 

“Do you want me?” He asked, massaging your inner thighs with his hands. 

“Yes, I do, so much.” You answered honestly. 

Bucky moaned as his hard cock slid between your folds and poked your entrance. 

“Are you ready baby?” He groaned, feeling your walls clenching just from his close proximity. He knows you’re going to be the death of him someday. 

“I’m ready, Buck. Fill me up.” Bucky growled from your words and slowly, pushed himself in, eliciting a loud moan from you both simultaneously. Your walls immediately strangled his hard cock and his head was thrown back, chanting your name as he kept going, inch by inch until his balls rested against your butt. 

“Fuck, baby!” Bucky moaned out, thrusting at a comfortable pace that had you clenching and unclenching around him. Every vein of his cock dragged against your walls and his tip poked your sweet spot every time. 

Bucky hooked your legs around his forearms and he was able to go deeper than he’s ever gone with a woman. Bucky felt all of you and he loved it. Your soft, warm and rigidity walls sucked him out and were reluctant to let him go. 

Bucky’s intention was to make love to you, to show you how much he loved you. But the way you felt, he was having a hard time controlling his movements. 

“Bucky! I want you to cum inside me!” You moaned as you felt his shaft swell. 

“Doll-!” Bucky flicked his thumb over your clit and you clenched so hard Bucky was unable to move in and out freely. 

The warm feeling was back in your lower belly and you couldn’t hold it any longer. You needed the release, you wanted to cum over him. 

“Bucky-” 

“Cum for me baby.” A rush of euphoria washed over you as you came hard. Bucky moaned and growled all at the same time as he thrusted harder, chasing his own orgasm. With a few hard thrusts, his sticky mess painted your insides and you both sighed as he rode out your orgasmic bliss. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.” He said, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. 

“You’re the best I’ve been with too.” You whined at the loss when Bucky pulled out and rolled beside you. He pulled you close to his body and wrapped his arms protectively around you. Your head rested on his chest and under his chin. 

“I’m never letting you go, doll. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.” He kissed the top of your head and you looked up. 

“I’m yours too. Thank you for making me feel loved, Buck.”

Bucky chuckled and you smiled.

“You say that like we’re only gonna do it once baby. I’m gonna make love to you the whole night.” 

“So what are you waiting for?” You asked with a cheeky grin. Bucky peeked down and poked his half-hard cock. 

“Him.” He said and ah-ha’d when it finally stood up proudly. 

This was going to be the longest night of your life. And Bucky made sure you were happy and loved. 

He loved you so much and you loved him. Nothing could keep you apart because in the end, soft hearts beat as one.

Taglist: @criminal-cookies​ @hailmary-yramliah​ @jobean12-blog​ @nano--raptor​

[cyberdva]

The Haunting Of Queen Mary's Castle-  C.B  ~P.1☆

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Main Masterlist

Colby Brock Masterlist

Summary: Sam and Colby had the bright idea to drag their friends to Scotland, and where would the perfect video location be? How about Queen Mary’s haunted castle? It didn’t help that aspiring physic, Y/N wasn’t too happy to head out of the country, but Colby was there to help. And maybe he wanted something more than being there to help her. Could the spirits be on his side for once?

Word Count: 4k

Date Uploaded:  8/31/20

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: This fic is from the vault. I wrote this around January of this year, I start school again in two days and the work and stress load is going to be horrible, especially with it being half in person, half online. I hope to get some more creativity back when more pressure is put on me. I have plenty of ideas with just not enough passion and time. It’ll trickle back one day.

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“Holy Shit…” Colby held his camera closer to his chest as he walked closer towards the breathtaking Neidpath Castle. It’s aura seemed to engulf the curiosity of the young man. His friends splurged on a ten hour trip to Scotland for a quick Youtube video series, he knew near the end, half of them would be begging to go home. The comical routine played its key role in every single episode, no matter what the occasion was. It did make good money to be completely honest. Although, that wasn’t the main focus of their careers. He found himself under a tall bridge-like banister connecting its way to the entire estate. Next to him was his long time roommate, Corey. He sported a bright yellow hoodie in large contrast with Colby’s black one. It was sort of funny, each of his friends had a unique personality, yet connected so well. Of course, they were wearing their own merch. It helped the sales go up, not to mention it was awfully comfortable. A perk to the business if you say.

“And we thought the church was cool…” Sam, Colby’s best friend and other handler of the videography series on their channel, gaped in front of him. This place was bigger than any other private plot they’ve ever visited! It was a couple thousand dollars to rent out for the night, but with the palace’s history it was born to make a hefty income.

“We have this all to ourselves!” Colby nudged Sam, he handed the camera off to his friend Jake, who was talking a mile a minute to the other attendees. A new face poked out of the regular bunch.

“Are you gonna catch me when I get scared, Y/N?” Jake stuck his face in the view of the content woman. Her persona seemed quite drained due to the long trip. She was partially new to the Youtube platform, especially with ghost hunting. Not like Y/N was easily frightened, unlike her friends, it just wasn’t her go to for a cheap thrill. Nerves were indefinitely strained, since it was the first time out with the entire group. Nothing Jake couldn’t fix.

Her laugh trickled out blissfully, ”Wouldn’t Tara get jealous? You don't want to get on her bad side? Do you?” He quickly shook his head and gave a hesitant reply with his sheepish smile.

“We get this all to ourselves?” Colby queried. This place was double the size of the Trap House by far, they had to be scared shitless by the time they left. There had to be some sort of restrictions or a down sided catch to it all.

“Did you do any research on this place?” Y/N  slid up behind the unfocused main man, a small quirk to her. Colby jumped a smidge in light shock. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be genuinely interested with the property. Colby mentally cursed for being so jumpy.

“Jesus Y/N, you scared the shit out me.” He replied, not answering the girl’s question. Y/N met Sam and Colby way back in highschool. Each of them slithered their way into the other’s channels and have made frequent appearances. They definitely weren’t strangers, even though it seemed that way with fans. Y/N had more paranormal encounters out of all of the boys, despite a bit of distaste towards the topic. She was lugged around on long adventures to help them with videos. Some of her videos ranged from ‘‘accidentally’ joining a cult to “selling her soul”. She was the wicca-pedia they needed to not get possessed each trip.

“Ok pussy.” She walked off to talk to Corey, the pair oddly all had a strong connection from somewhere, and Colby sighed as to quickly put on his cheery online persona once more.

Sam waved up at a vacant window as the group, “Hello!” The woman replied unknowingly and aroused quite a shock of embarrassment. A faint giggling came from the couple in the back, “No,no, I do it better.” Corey got a hold of herself, “A Ra-Ta-Ta-tah.” The two burst back into their ceremonial laughs and briefed on about some TikToks they watched on the remotely silent ride from the airport. 

Sam turned back around to see the shorter woman. Notwithstanding her first place in line, “How is he gonna get a kiss kiss? Very ugly to me!” The duo rounded up to each other and laughed on their way up the trail, leaving the others confused and focused on talking to the groundskeeper.

“I’m assuming you are the caretaker of this?” The blonde one waved more at the older woman. She seemed more on the reserved side and peeled her eyes at the sight of a camera. A lovely addition to the already uncomfortable scene.

The woman gracefully approached Sam, “Yes, Yes I am. My name is Katrina.” Sam went on with the lady into a dark back door. The young adults glanced on in uncertainty. 

“Yo, why are they going off by themselves?” Colby asked Jake. The first rule of all of their videos was not to go off by yourself. Bad shit always follows. “He literally was like-”

“He’s been looking at her ass like all day.” Jake joked back, Corey attentively diverted himself from Y/N to get a jump in on whatever that conversation had morphed to.

“That’s whatever the fuck he was doing.” They all snickered and continued on with the inappropriate jokes. Editing this would be like a field day to Reggie.

“Is Kat gonna think…” Colby looked around jokingly, getting another round of laughter from the friends.

“I don’t know..” Colby softly replied. He pressed on to dumbfoundedly impersonate Sam’s girlfriend, “Oh it’s not cheating if he’s not in the same country.”

“It’s sexual relations Jake.” Y/N whispered at him. They continued to poke fun out of the cougar-lady, but her and Sam rushed back soon enough. Just in time to ask questions. 

“Uh, that was pretty much the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Sam pulled everyone aside with a smug look on his face. He honestly always had one of those. The blank stares that were thrown back at him weren’t what he expected. 

“Uh Sam what does that mean.” Jake chuckled. He looked around at everyone not able to catch on. The seriousness of the situation began to settle as everyone genuinely thought Sam could have done some weird shit with that groundskeeper.

“All I have say is that was quick man…” Colby scraped some gunk off of her nails while waiting for following instructions.

Sam obviously didn’t understand, “To fill you guys in I had to learn, kind of, where all the specific light switches were. I didn’t even look around. I just kinda looked at the ground until she saw.”

“You were like that’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” Colby turned the camera to focus on him and Jake mocking Sam’s slight happiness by seeing fancy rocks.

“It was only the stairs!” Sam said defeatedly, he didn’t want to spoil the real first looks.”That’s just giving you a little hint, but um, I asked her if she could you know fill us in on some of the information of, likewise castles here, the hauntings or any deaths and she said she knows some information.”

“Oh cool…” Colby was already quite unenthusiastic about this idea anyways. Katrina retreated out of the building quickly with keys in her hand. She sprinted over to all of them.

“Look it’s Sam’s new girlfriend!” Y/N cheered. Sam spun his head around, probably pulling a muscle in the process. The pure look of utter horror could not be more hysterical. Sam became flustered with a loss for words, his face tinted with a light shade of pink. Before he could muster up any sort of retort Katrina, the groundlady, came jogging back to the group.

“What’s some of the backstory about this castle?” Jake asked, he spun some rings around in his hand. Paying no mind to the other plot line adhering to his right.

“This castle was built in the second half of the 14th-Century, but there was another castle built before that in here. That was built in 110,so uh.” Few ‘Wows’ and ‘Oohs’ cut her off. “That was quite a while ago, but the Neidpath was built by the Family Of Fraser’s and they built a Buddha made castle. This one was burned down by the English army. After a guy named Simon Fraser, who’s the cousin of Braveheart, was captured and executed and that’s why the Buddha made the castle was burned to the ground. Another family built this castle, which was besieged in 1650 by the Cromwellian army. Legend says that this was the only stronghold of the Scottish borders which actually withstanded the siege. Whether it’s true or not, we don’t know, but what we do want you to know is that one-third of the castle collapsed, non-existing anymore.” She spoke with absolute passion. The place had so much rich history, the surrounding observers listened with extreme intent, not to miss one sentence in case it may help their investigation.

Colby raised his eyebrows at this question, “One-third of it?”

Katrina continued on, “Because of the siege. We do have a dungeon in the castle as well.” Everyone went silent.

“A dungeon?!” Jake nearly dropped a silver band he was picking on by the mention of this. His personality perked up and suddenly the whole crowd was uplifted. Finding weird places in “abandoned” areas is always a plus side, but this tops all of it.

“Guys shut up!” Y/N whacked Jake with her phone, he stuck his tongue out while rubbing his shoulder. She didn’t want to leave too bad of a first impression. It would be mortifying if something went wrong and the owner already hates you.

“Is there a dragon?” Corey brought everyone back to the topic of the castle, he didn’t want to be there a minute longer, but in this group you just do what you’re told and shut your mouth.

“We do have quite a big colony of bats under the roof, so I’m not sure if you really want to go down there Mister.” The group laughed and groaned at Katrina’s statement. Running into bats could be the worst thing to encounter.

Corey nodded in response, “So there are dragons.”

The history went on, “It was quite widely used during the 14th and 15th century because that was the only reason for the whole county.” The darker side of it all became slowly prevalent. It wasn’t just a posh place the others expected it to be. 

“Prison?” Sam posed. This just got a lot weirder than they all expected.

“Yes. You’ll be able to get into it because there is this rough opening through, which was made in the 17th century, but before that the only entrance to the dungeon was through the trap door from the guards. I should have shown you that, but I’m not going to. You’ll find it by yourself.

“Oh god…” Colby rubbed the bridge between his nose, an inevitable  headache was beginning to form.

Sam tittered, “Are we just going to fall through? Is that ok?” He got no proper answer, which set his worries on the run.

“So, the last prisoner was there in 1594, I think. We know there was a teenage boy like a 14 year old boy who was just pick pocketing people and he ended up here. The note didn’t say that he actually came out of there again.”

“Like meaning it’s haunted?” Colby preyed on.

“Uh, it is haunted!” Katrina stated blandly.

“Fun for us!” Y/N shrugged to hide her panic. Colby glanced at her. He sensed her anxiousness, he didn’t want her to be upset. Definitely not in the shitty environment. Of course, he cared for her, he just didn’t know how to open up and tell her. Would this really be the place?

“We do have our own one. Her name is Jean Douglas. She died in 1750, she was the daughter of one of the owners of the castle and she died of a broken heart.” The mood fell, a breeze pulled through and messed with the mics. Leaving just a sprinkle of static in the footage. Just in time.

“She was engaged to a young man, but he wasn't wealthy enough to win her family over, so he went abroad to win his fortune and fame and because he was away for far too long she went really sickly and pale and she didn’t eat. She didn’t sleep, so she was really frail when he finally came. When he was riding his horse through the archway she was at the window and he failed to recognize her because she was so altered and broke her heart and she died on the spot.”

The group had a silent reaction to the news, not knowing how to react.

“Ever since then she is walking through the castle being very tall, very gray, very pale looking, weeping.”

“What’s her name again?”

“Jean.” A tiny shiver racked through Sam’s body. He didn’t tell anyone. Just not to set anyone off. Now he really didn’t want to face this spirit.

“Have you ever seen Jean?” Y/N asked, trying her best not to be insensitive with the approach. These things are held really close to some people. Their experiences could be life changing, for others it could most certainly be a lot different.

“No, but I do have ghostbusters coming in several times a year and I asked what was the best recording ever and they were like ‘We got brilliant ones of screams.” 

“Ah..”

“And I was like inside of the castle. I’m here sometimes on my own in the middle of the night at midnight, one, two, three o’clock. When I have to lock up after the events and such. Do I really want to do that with screams in my head? No I don’t, I said no.”

“Alright sounds like it’s a nice haunted Scottish castle.” Sam tried his best to play off his uncomfortable feelings with humor. It did not work.

“I’m going to do the dungeon now. I’m not telling you what I’m going to do now and then the place will be yours” Katrina headed back into the castle with an odd vibe. 

“So, she’s gonna make us fall down the trap door, wow.” Jake leaned in for slight commentary.

“How much do you want to bet that we’re going to die?” Y/N grabbed her backpack to locate her wallet and pulled out a twenty.

“I bet 15.” Corey grabbed his wallet too.

“Guy, that is so sad though…” Colby came into the center of all of them, “Ok, that story. Imagine your husband comes home on a little horse and you're in this window, literally right there and then you die on the spot because he's like ‘Who’s that?’ It’s a tall, frail old lady that’s crying everywhere.” Colby clung to his sweatshirt, “Oh that’s so creepy!”

“Colby if you ever do that to me you’ll have to go back to VidCon alone again.” Y/N was putting in her best bet and threw a five at him. “You can use that for your ticket.” He blushed, just like Sam moments before.

Sam added more commentary from behind the camera, “They’ve heard screams within the castle.” Katrina came right back out with her deafening personality, handed the keys to Sam and hopped right back in her small, blue car, and left with no exchange of words.

“She creeps me out.” Jake in discomfort. To be fair, she is a creepy ass old lady who owns a castle in the middle of nowhere.

Corey turned away from the groundskeeper's car and shrugged off his jitters, "So we have a castle to ourselves...”

“This is amazing!” Sam couldn’t contain his excitement.

“No Shit. I still can’t grasp why you all buyout expensive stuff like a castle.” Y/N gripped the abundance of bet money and slid it all bad into her bag.

Colby inspected the property more in depth, as if he was waiting for a ghoul to poke out at any given time, “This is where we’re staying tonight.” With a grand motion upwards Sam panned the camera up and down.

“And you guys...” Sam pulled the camera away from the stronghold and directed the frame to the rest of his friends,”..have not even seen the inside at all.”

“I know, I know.” Colby pulled his beanie down his head, the enlightened sun seemed to cascade into the clouds with a faint breeze.

“Let’s go find our cottage, get ourselves completely set up and ready for the night. Take some pictures before sun down and then go into the castle, because like we can’t lose this sunset and we got to figure this out.” Sam did some weird hand movements in front of the camera and handed it off to the other’s opinions.

Colby nodded his head up and down in agreement,” Yeah definitely.” Jake wandered around with a rock and for the most part everyone said eye to eye.

“Unfair treatment. I wanted to go in now.” Y/N gave a side glance to Sam and Corey brushed his hand over her playfully. She walked back into frame,“All I gotta say is, Colby Brock Hot Edits.” Colby walked up next to her with a shit-eating grin in approval. Who doesn’t love Colby Brock edits?”

“Shut up, you’re just jealous that there’s no Y/N L/N hot edits for you.” He playfully jabbed back at her with a growing flutter in his stomach. He fucking hated that feeling to no end, but it was such a drug. Only when she was around.

“Alright let’s go, I’m bored as shit.” Jake came back with his new pet rock and put his arm around Corey. Sam cut the camera and went down the forked path. Right down the road was a cottage for visitors.

“Hey Y/N,” Colby came jogging up to the colleen, “Did you see any weird stuff yet?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a symptom of his bashfulness, he began to rethink his uncolorful wording in his sentence. He just had the sudden urge to go up to her and she wasn’t complaining one bit.

She looked over at him, “No, not yet. I just got really put-off by that lady. She just was so…” Her eyes connected with his and a glistening highlight overcame the peaking iris. The words weren’t verbally there, but he understood what was there.

Sam cut her off, “Dude. Look how big this place is.” It was rationally smaller than their house back in LA, but it was sizable for an ancient brick living space.

Jake made the most commotion out of the seven, “Whoever is first picks where they sleep!” He dashed ahead of the group and everyone picked up speed, almost dropping the rock he just adopted.

“I think there’s only like three beds.” Sam panted. No one paid much mind to him and kept running. They all toppled into the door and Corey unlocked it, which left the rest to run up to a room. Jake took the first one to the left, Sam tumbled into the one across. A room had a small couch for Corey and last, but not least…

“Looks like we’re bunking L/N.”

“Fuck you Brock.”

Sam peaked his head in, “Guys, we have film some shots of the place. Come on.” The three made it to the living room where all and sundry were. Sam grabbed his camera and got everyone in shot.

“What?!” With grand motions each person stood up in their acts of shock. Even though it had been there for a solid five minutes the audience always has to be entertained.

Colby turned around, “Yo! We got a TV too!” A small Toshiba was put on a step stool. It would probably gain no use tonight anyways. It looked like a piece of crap too, thank god for Youtube.

They all got up from their seats and went to uncover the rest of the place, “This is nice, very cool.” Colby led them into Corey’s room. A huge bed frame was around a pink canopy bed. Old photos and paintings of the fortress were hung evenly around the perimeter. Sam went through the rest of the rooms and told everyone to head off and get ready.

The guys took cold showers and Y/N soaked in a muddled bath in the basement. She didn’t like it here. Her mind couldn’t unravel much. Sam was stationed upstairs doing a camera touch up with Jake by his side talking about the new Harry Styles album. A half an hour later everyone was wearing at least one faction of Sam and Colby merch, phones were charged and beams from flashlights slid across the floor like a jumping snake.

The group divided into pairs as they walked to the castle. The sky grew much darker than expected and it felt like a looming spirit chipped away at the warm function of friends. The camera was whipped right back out.

“Alright, we are all showered, changed, and ready to explore the castle before sunset.” All went under the arch while the audio was whacked around by the wind.

Colby turned from his conversation to the viewers, "I’m still like flipping out that we’re staying here tonight. That’s crazy!” His lantern swung below him and the towering castle was engulfed by the purple skies. “Look at this place! Look at that beautiful sunset!” He yelled.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “Since when were you PG-13?”

He blandly stared at her,”Shut up I need to make money,” He looked back at the camera, “When I was like blow-drying my hair and stuff after my shower, my hair dryer was insanely powerful. There’s obviously a lot of energy in it, like the voltage.” 

“I thought he said blow-j-.” Corey chimed in. He shut himself up so they wouldn’t get demonetized, it would be a funny way to go down though. Y/N and Colby giggled along with him. It wasn’t a rare occasion that they all were out laughing and joking, just the side chick with the haunted castle. 

Corey swung his flashlight up and down, “His blow dryer started smoking and like almost blew up.”

“So, what I’m saying is the spirits could use all of this energy to talk to us.”

They all made it to the castle and it was around five-thirty. There wasn’t much to do at this time, but she was always watching. There was something about to happen they could all feel it and that thing, it wasn’t going to be good.

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Becoming A Stark? (1) Peter Parker X Stark! Fem Reader

A/N: This will eventually be a Peter Parker X Stark! femReader. However, there was backstory needed so Peter won’t be introduced until Chapter Six. This takes place after Iron Man 3 but before AOU. However time is wishy washy and will pass in weird ways so lol opps. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Word Count: 3073

Warnings: Swearing

You feel it in your soul that you will hate Tony Stark for the rest of your life. It doesn’t matter that you’re related to him. It doesn’t matter that you’re his daughter. He ripped you from everything you’ve ever known. You were happy living with your grandparents. Sure they were getting up there in age, but you were happy. You had a life, you had friends, hell you had been working on moving forward with your crush and were hoping to have a date to homecoming this year. But all of that was ruined the day that Tony Stark waltzed through your front door. You can’t help but think back to that interaction. 

“Nana, who’s this?”

“Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, philanthropist, Iron Man, to name a few things. I’d offer a hand but that’s not something I normally do. I guess, maybe I should due to the circumstances but…” It’s not the first time you’ve seen his face. The Avengers have saved New York a few times, but it is the first time you’ve seen him up close. The dark haired stranger trails off and you’re put off by his attitude alone. Why was someone this stuck up standing in your living room? So instead of saying anything, you turn your head back to your book. Tony decides to take a seat at the opposite end of the couch and tries again. “What are you reading?” 

Instead of answering, you just hold up the book and let him read the cover. Once and Future, spelled out on the spine of the book that you had removed the book jacket from while you read. “Y/N, maybe put the book down for a few minutes. I think Mr. Stark-”

“Tony is fine.”

“I think Tony and you need to discuss something.” You hesitantly pick up the receipt you had been using as a bookmark and slide it into the book, not wanting to leave Ari Helix behind, but you wouldn’t be rude to your Nana on a good day. On a day that you had trudged through the snow in your converse, maybe, but not on purpose.

“I don’t know him. I don’t think we have anything to discuss.”

“You’re right, we don’t know each other yet, but I’m hoping that will change with everything that’s going to happen.”

“What’s going to happen?” You can feel your eyebrows fall towards your eyes as you feel as though something is about to change without your permission.

“Well Y/N, I’m… I’m your dad.”

“Bullshit.” You say quickly. “Tony Stark doesn’t have kids. And if he did, there would have been a fucking gossip blog screaming about it already.”

“Well you definitely have my mouth if nothing else.” Tony adds with a chuckle. 

“I don’t have anything of yours, because you’re not my dad. I never want to see you again. Get the fuck out.” You push off the couch and turn to run off to your room.

“See that’s going to be a little tough seeing as you're supposed to come live with me.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” You turn on your heels, the anger building quickly. You’ve always been a bit of a hot head, but in this moment you don’t even try to control your temper. “I have a home, thank you very kindly. I don’t fucking know you. And I’m not looking to find a dad anytime soon.” The words spit out of you before you can stop any of them. 

“See the thing is, you’re fourteen and I’m your dad. Custodially, you’re supposed to live with me.”

“See the thing is,” you mock before continuing, “You didn’t care for fourteen years, so I don’t give a shit what you think you’re supposed to be doing custodially.” You can’t help but add air quotes around the word custodially. It burns as it leaves your lips. He hasn’t cared about you for fourteen years, why start now? 

“That’s because I didn’t know you existed Y/N. I found out about you twenty four hours ago and I’m stepping up now.” The words leave his mouth in an exasperated tone, but he doesn’t raise his voice.

“How?”

“How what?”

“How did you find out about me?” 

“Your high school.”

“What?”

“When you registered for school they had your birth certificate. They needed more information. Since it listed me as your father, they reached out to Nat- to my assistant. It was quite the shock to me that my child’s school was reaching out to me, since I didn’t know I had a child but the timing adds up and looking at you, it makes a lot of sense.”

“You were listed on my birth certificate?” This question was aimed at your grandparents more than at Tony-your father.

“We didn’t know if it was true or not. Your mom was in a bad place when she had you Y/N. So we had to take everything she said with a grain of salt. Was she beautiful and loving and did she love you? Yes completely. But did a lot of what she said during that time make sense? No, not at all.” Your nana says as she sits down on the couch, rubbing her knee. It’s probably another bad day. If you leave, who will make sure Nana and Pops are ok?

“I can’t go with you.” You cross your arms as you speak to Ton-your father.

“Why not?” His eyebrow raises over his square glasses.

“‘Cuz someone has to help Nana and Pops around the house.”

“I’ll make sure there’s a nurse helping them. Or better we can move them into a nursing facility where they don’t have to go up and down a bunch of flights of steps all the time.”

“Why would you do that.” The question came out as a demand, especially since you don’t want to believe this man that’s taking you away from the only family you’ve ever known would do something… nice.

“Because they’re your family. I’m not heartless. Well I guess that depends on what your belief on science is and arc reactors are, but technically I do still have a heart underneath all of this.” He points to where you know there would be metal and lights under his suit. “But for right now, we need to focus on getting you to the tower.”

“What tower?”

“Avenger’s tower? It’s closer than Malibu? And in less shambles.”

“So you’re moving me from the home that I know and love, but you don’t even live where you’re moving me?”

“I live there a lot of the time. And the Avengers are there most of the time which means you’ll be very safe. But I do have to travel for business.”

“Then I’ll stay where I am thanks.” Tony goes to speak when Wallace goes off. The beeping is only jarring for him since you and your Nana are used to it going off at random times.

“What the hell is that?”

“That is Wallace.” You say, not clearing up anything. Hmmm, your Dexcom says you’re 205 and rising? You could have sworn you had insulin on board. So you unclip the pump from your side and tap the screen to enter your blood sugar. No correction needed. 

“You good babydoll?” Your nana asks from across the living room.

“I’m good. I have insulin on board.”

“You’re diabetic?” Tony asks, putting two and two together.

“Yup. Have been since I was four.”

“And Wallace?” He asks hesitantly.

“Do you honestly care?” You say before rolling your eyes and walking towards the kitchen. Mentally, you slap yourself. You should have grabbed your book. Now you’ll either have to start a new one or wait until your father, you roll your eyes at even saying it, leaves so you can continue your space adventure. Walking down the hallway you enter your room and close the door behind you. All you want to do is shut out the bombshell that was dropped on you and not deal with it. But for some reason you get the feeling that Tony Stark, freaking Iron Man, isn’t one to just let things go. 

Giving up on the idea of starting another book, you open your computer and click your Spotify to start playing the playlist you had paused this morning when you had left to run errands with Pops. You only have two weeks of summer left, so you had spent time getting school supplies and groceries before returning to the apartment. While Hitchin’ A Ride by Green Day starts playing, you open Twitter, hoping for anything to distract yourself. But somehow you find yourself on Tony Stark’s Twitter. It was less narcissistic that you imagined for him. Some retweets about Stark Industries, a few comical tweets about wanting a cheeseburger, and then a tweet from twenty four hours that just said HOLY SHIT in all caps and nothing else. Could that be about you? Closing out Twitter, you find yourself opening up your Tumblr to scroll as Lithium by Nirvana played. Or well you tried to scroll, but a knock on your door interrupts you. 

“Can I come in?” Tony’s head peaks in.

“If I say no will you go?” You say without looking up.

“Probably not. The people in my inner circle say I’m fairly stubborn.”

“Hmm.” Is the only reply you give him. To be fair, a lot of your friends would say you’re stubborn too so it’s not that surprising that your father is too. 

“I know you don’t like it kiddo-”

“Don’t call me kiddo.

“-but we do need to head to the Tower soon. Happy’s been parked downstairs for about as long as he’s allowed to be there.” Tony continues as if you hadn’t said anything. “So how about you pack up stuff you’ll need for the next few days and then I can send Happy and some other people to come get the rest later on?”

“You’re going to send people to pack up my stuff? You know how invasive that is?” 

“Ok, I’ll send you over with them, you can pack it up and they’ll move it to the tower, it’s your choice. Or to Malibu if you’d rather. Well that is once the rebuild is done. Long story. But if you stay at the tower, you won’t have to change schools.”

“Yippee. Everyone at school will get to find out that Tony Stark is my father. How much fun will that be.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. “I definitely wanted to be ostracized my first year at high school. Thanks for making it even better than I could ever imagine high school being.”

“Look I know this isn’t a win/win scenario, but we can keep your name out of the press until your eighteen if you want. You’re a minor-”

“Yeah, but when the paparazzi see me coming out of the tower, that won’t tip them off.”

“I’ll have Happy drive you. There’s a garage entrance. No one will see you coming or leaving.”

“Great so I just have to give up my freedom. That’s even better than I imagined.”

“Y/N, I know this isn’t what you wanted, or even what you want, but I think we can come up with something that works in the long run. Plus I’m having Pepper, you’ll meet her later, take over SI so I won’t have to do as much. I can try to stay in New York as much as possible. Because no matter what happens, you’re my daughter and I want to know you.” You don’t say anything in response. “I hope one day, you feel similarly.” He says softly.

“I doubt it.” You say honestly. 

“Well even if that’s the case, right now we do need to pack up some stuff to take to the tower for now. Want me to hel-” He starts to pick up a sweatshirt from the end of your bed and you snatch it from his hand as you reply.

“I’ve got it.”

“Y/N, we’re here.” Your father’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look at the non descript parking garage that is under what you assume is the tower. The man you’ve figured out is Happy, though he’s the exact opposite of Happy, opens your door and you climb out, knowing that Tony will be behind you. Happy goes to grab your bags from the trunk, but you stop him. 

“I’ve got it.”

“It’s part of my job.”

“I don’t have an issue carrying my own stuff like some people.” From the trunk you lift out your purple backpack, the black rolling suitcase, and the canvas bag that’s filled with all your pump supplies, sensors, and insulin. You follow Tony and Happy towards an elevator. 

“JARVIS take us to the main floors.”

“Certainly sir.” You look up expecting to see a face or something but there’s no one there.

“JARVIS is the AI that runs the whole tower. If you need anything JARVIS is the one to ask. If there’s specific food you want or if you need stuff for school or, well, anything really, just ask JARVIS. I’ll get you added to the levels of clearance that allow you to order anything that you want.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Part of you living with me is that I’m going to provide for you. JARVIS is part of providing for you. I’m not the best at remembering to like grocery shop or send the laundry out so JARVIS helps with that.”

“Send the laundry out? Do you not have a washer and dryer in this whole place?” You cock an eyebrow at how spoiled he sounds.

“We do, but there are other things that take time away from me.” You add continue to do my own laundry to the mental list of things that will make you different from your father. Tony notices the disapproval marked in his daughter’s face and hopes that maybe meeting the Avengers will make up for the disappointment he’s been to her so far. The doors open and in the living room Natasha and Clint are sitting watching a movie while Steve sits in a chair reading a book. “Where’s Code Green?”

“In the lab,” Steve comments, not looking up from the page he’s on.

“That’s Capsicle. Legolas is sitting next to Nat. Big Green is down in the lab and Point Break is currently back at home but you’ll meet him eventually, though hopefully not his brother.” At the sound of being introduced the three in the living room look up and see the girl standing next to Tony in surprise.

“Uh, Tony, are we taking pint size Avengers now?” Clint asks.

“I might be small, but I can kick your knees out just as easily.” You pull on the strap of your backpack, not really wanting to be in this room much longer. 

“Ok, before you kick anyone’s knees out. This is not an Avenger recruit. This is Y/N Stark, my daughter.” Ok taking on his last name was something you were going to have to talk to him about because you were perfectly happy being Y/N Y/L/N, not this Y/N Stark bullshit.

“You have a kid?” Steve asks, genuine confusion spread across his face. 

“I do. I didn’t know until yesterday, but I’m doing the right thing.” You can’t stop the snort that escapes you. Tony looks over at you.

“Sorry,” You say although you don’t mean it. “Can I es- go to my room?”

“‘Yes, you can escape to your room. I’ll show you where it is.” 

“I got it boss. I think you have some people that need answers.” Happy offers. You’re silently relieved that Happy offered to show you. If you had to spend another minute with your dad, you might lose your mind. Happy walks you into the kitchen and opens the fridge as you go past it. You look at him, trying to figure out why he’s opening it. “Tony told me you’re diabetic. You have insulin that needs refrigeration right?”

“Oh, yeah I just didn’t know he told you.”

“Head of security. There’s not much he doesn’t tell me.” Happy turns them towards a staircase leading away from where all the Avengers are. “But you know if you need someone to talk to, or grab a cheeseburger with, there’s things he doesn’t have to know about.”

“I don’t eat meat, but I appreciate it, Happy.”

“He’s going to say you’re not his kid if you don’t eat cheeseburgers.” And for the first time since all of this started, you actually let out a laugh.

Tony’s head turns towards the sound of the laugh. It’s unfamiliar, but he wants to hear more of it. He’s missed fourteen years of your life, but he wants to make things better, he does. He’s just not sure how.

“So you found out you have a kid?” Steve asks, his book forgotten now.

“Yeah, yesterday I found out I had a fourteen year old and then it’s been a whole process of finding out that since she’s mine I have custody technically.”

“So you took her away from all she knows?” Natasha's voice comes softly from the couch. 

“I guess you could say that.”

“Did you give her a choice?” Natasha asks, harsher this time. In her eyes anyone could see the remainders of another girl that was taken from all she ever knew and replaced with a hard boiled assassin.

“In the eyes of the state she doesn’t really have a choice.”

“So you didn’t give her a choice.”

“She’s got a medical condition that was costing her family thousands a month on top of her grandparents’ conditions. I’m helping!” Tony’s voice raises for the first time this afternoon since he tried to stay calm around his kid.

“You think you’re helping, but you’re taking her from the only life she’s ever known and I’m betting you gave her no choice in this. All you might get out of this is four years with her and then she disappears from your life.” Clint says softly, not trying to upset Tony, but also hearing the points that Natasha was bringing up. 

“You’re going to have to work hard to make this worth it to Y/N, Tony.” Steve says before picking up his book.

[ajoy3fanfics]

Smut prompts - Bikinis to the side

Written for @superpixie42 ~ Hope you like it! <3 

AO3.  FF.NET

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Inuyasha had many reasons to hate Miroku’s pool parties; the stench of the chlorine aggravated his nose, the noise from the crowd, all jam packed into one tight space, the pure fact that his best friend would, without fail, manage to get drunk off his ass and require him to break up a fight or two… yeah, there were about a million little things about the annual event that did not bode well for him. But if he was being honest, what was really the worst was seeing Kagome.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected to see her; they had actually made plans to avoid each other, not wanting to draw the attention of prying eyes into their not-relationship- relationship. It wasn’t like she was doing something wrong- she was just holding up her side of the bargain. He just didn’t expect his reaction. From the day they met they had been draw to each other, like an invisible force was pulling them together;

From the start, they had discussed needing space, not using labels and all the other bullshit things you say when all you really mean is ‘lets just fuck’. He didn’t think she would become such a permanent fixture in his head, in his apartment or between his sheets. It felt like every damn night he was between her legs and just the thought alone had him craving her. He wanted more and it was becoming hard to deny that anymore. He wanted to dominate her, to possess her, to make sure no one else could get close to her; Kagome brought out aspects of his personality even he wasn’t familiar with, animalistic ones that made him uncomfortable.

But they had been so clear in the beginning; they had both agreed to keep it simple. Both agreed that it shouldn’t turn into anything more. She had just gotten out of a bad relationship, and he was still distrustful after his ex. Even knowing that, his blood demanded more. He wanted everything from her and he was afraid. If he asked, would she say no? He felt like she had to care for him, even a little bit. It had started off casual, but somehow, it had morphed into him showing up at her doorstep, Chinese take-out in hand and ready to pounce on her the second she opened the door. He felt addicted to Kagome Higurashi and it was damn near dangerous.  If he rocked the boat and questioned their relationship, would she get scared? Never see him again? Inuyasha didn’t think he could handle that.

The pool party seemed like a good test; not that he was that type of person, not normally. But somehow, he had become too much of a coward to face his feelings and chance getting rejected. As they sat on his couch, Kagome’s head resting in his lap as he idly played with her thick black hair, he casually asked if they should act like the strangers their friends thought they were at the party. If she was upset by the idea, then he would know it was safe to confess; but if she easily agreed, well, he’d have his answer. For a second, he thought he had hurt her feelings, her brows bunching together, as if trying to sort through what he was saying. Kagome swiftly recovered, smiling as she shrugged her shoulders, before leaning forward to button his jeans, her mouth wrapping around his dick so quickly his head was spinning. The answer wasn’t as clear, or not as clear as he needed, so he decided to go forward with his plan, and rely on the party to try and feel her out.

It was a fucking disaster.

From the minute he crossed the threshold, he was itching to get close to her. Despite Miroku’s summer home being swarmed with people, music blaring as the guests enjoyed the water, he caught her scent, eyes going large, ears trained to pinpoint her voice without a second thought. It was different to hear her in a group setting and not moaning his name, but it still sounded sweet. On instinct, he moved toward her, unaware he was making a beeline until she was right in front of him.

It wasn’t like it was the first time he had seen her taut stomach, or the curve of her hips. How many times had he left bruising kisses on the swell of her breasts? Yet there was something about seeing her in public, so exposed that made him feel a jolt of electricity like it was the first time. It wasn’t just that; the outfit itself was incredible. He was turned on and pissed off all at the same time. How could she let other people see so much of her?

Kagome was wearing a bikini that fit like a second skin. It was a mixture of clear mesh and red fabric, an optical illusion that made it seem like she was less covered than she was. Small red triangles barely covered her dusky nipples, the mesh making up half of her top. And her bottoms, gods, it was almost like wearing nothing at all. He’d seen her in panties that covered more. The last few days she had refused to let him be rough, concerned if he sparked her too hard it might leave a mark- and he was regretting it now. Her bottoms hugged her perfectly rounded ass, completely free of any signs of their rough play. He tried to bottle down the possessive feeling, reminding himself that as far as everyone else was concerned, they were perfect strangers.

She was laughing with Sango and thank the gods, Miroku was by her side too. It was an easy excuse to get near her. He made his way through the crowd, and Inuyasha was sure she had seen him; yet she didn’t acknowledge him in the slightest.

She was ignoring him. Taunting him, really; doing her best to get under his skin, and it was fucking working. Kagome was acting as if she didn’t know him, as if the day before she hadn’t been pressed against him, her plump lips humming on his cock.

Inuyasha wasn’t going to back down; he continued to his friends, more determined to talk to Miroku than he ever had been in his life. As he made his way over, Kagome finally looked his way, blue eyes locked on amber.

“Oh, hey.” She said, sounding more casual than he expected. “That’s your friend, right Miroku? The one that gave me a ride?”

That’s how it started. After a particularly long dinner party, he excused himself the first moment he could. He was surprised to find Kagome trailing after him, asking if he could give her a lift, claiming she had a bad headache. Kagome wound up in the drivers seat before they even got to her house.

“About time you show up, asshole.” The blue eyed man greeted, a toothy grin not matching the harshness of his words. “I was wondering if you were going to make it at all.”

“I almost didn’t come. You know I hate this shit.” He answered honestly. If it wasn’t for Kagome going, he would have skipped it altogether. Inuyasha nodded hello to Sango before locking eyes with Kagome. His tongue felt thick, too big and clumsy for his mouth. He was going to say the wrong thing. When he didn’t acknowledge her, just letting his amber eyes settle on her, she picked up the conversation.

“We’ve met before.” She supplied, an easy smile toying on her lips, eyes slightly narrowed as if she was trying to grapple with who he was. “You gave me a lift home a few months back from Sangos dinner party. Your inu-?”

“Yasha. Inuyasha.” He answered curtly. He knew it was a ploy, but it pissed him off and he couldn’t help it.

She smiled and his stomach rolled. “Right, sorry.” She apologized.

“Don’t take it personal. She can tell you how every nerve in your body works, but she forgets simple things like her car keys or names.” Sango chirped in. “She uses too much of her brain on school work. You’d never tell it by looking at her, but she’s a natural ditz.”

Kagome blushed, her cheeks coloring to almost the shade of pink when they fucked, before playfully shoving Sango. “Jerk.”

It was hard to look away from her, but Kagome apparently did not have the same issue. They had only been together for a few minutes before a stranger called her name, jogging their way, all muscles and perfect abs.

“I didn’t see you here Kags!” His chestnut brown hair as dripping wet, beads of water dribbling down his chest. Inuyasha didn’t like the nickname; he wondered how they knew each other to begin with. But then the man pulled her in close as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, making Kagome squeak. Inuyasha wasn’t sure whether it was from the unexpected contact or the cool chill of his body, but either way his jaw was set and fists clenched. Strangers do not dislocate peoples jaws just because two people seemed to be on good terms with each other. Kagome smiled as she greeted him, calling him Hojo before creating some space, complaining that he was wet.

“Well if you came in the water it wouldn’t be an issue! You promised you’d go swimming with me Kags!” He pulled her in closer again, trying to make his point. She laughed and it felt like punch to his gut.

“Fine, fine. You win.” She said. It shouldn’t have hurt, but it did.

Before he knew it, the stranger was leading her by the arm, dragging her into the pool and Inuyasha was seething with rage. It was taking every shred of self control to not throw her over his shoulder and leave. Instead, he had to stand by and watch as she laughed with the brunette, her body glistening from the water. Inuyasha set his jaw, tearing his attention away as Miroku babbled on.

“I don’t know why Kagome doesn’t date him.” Sango said, once the pair were safely out of earshot. “Hojo is really cute.”

Sango was a traitor. It was too bad, he had really liked her.

“I keep trying to set them up together!” Miroku supplied. “The only reason I invited him was for Kagome. I don’t get why she wont take the hint.”

Inuyasha cut his eyes towards his former best friend. This was all Miroku’s fault.

“Maybe she’s not interested.” He tried to sound disinterested, like Kagome’s love life had nothing to do with him.

~.~

It felt unnatural watching Kagome; she hadn’t made her way over to him, and he had not sought her out. He wondered if this was what it would be like if they split. Would they be forced to attend the same functions, and act like he didn’t know the way she curled her toes when she came, or how she got off on being told what to do? How do people most past that?

Yura had been sitting by him for about a half an hour, filling him in on about her escapades in beauty school. She had dropped out of university to study cosmetology and she seemed happier than she had been in a long while. They had been friends for years, and it was a nice change to see her so at ease.  Yura was playful, always a tad too touchy and often gave the wrong impression to those around her, no thanks due to her wardrobe choices. But she was an old friend, and one he was happy to have. Sure, there had been times he had thought about Yura in a less friendly manner, but that was all behind him.

Maybe less behind her though.

He could sense that she was flirting, could smell the spike in her scent. She wasn’t exactly hiding the fact that she wanted him. If it had been a different time, if he had never of met Kagome, he would have been thrilled to receive her feelings and attentions.

But now, he was too focused on watching different men approach her. Did they have any idea that just the other night she came so hard from his tongue she screamed? They couldn’t do that for her, satisfy her the way she needed.

A strong push brought him out of his brooding.

“You’re not listening at all, are you?” Yura pouted.

“’Course I am.” He answered, drawing his attention back to her. He wasn’t really a great friend today.

“Then what was I talking about?” She crossed her arms over her chest, her breasts pushing up from the action.

Inuyasha reached over, tugging on the ends of her short bobbed cut. “How you cut your hair yourself.” He smiled. “I’m surprised you did. You’ve always had long hair.”

“I needed a change. Do you like it?” She looked hopeful.

“Its cute. It suits you.”  

Yura smiled, pleased with his answer. If Inuyasha was a better person, he would have given her his attention; but he was a bastard, too focused on watching some asshole throwing himself at Kagome. Digging his claws into the palms of his hand, he tried to remain calm.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” He stood up, excusing himself before stalking towards the house. There were people filtering in and out, the kitchen filled with food and alcohol. Inuyasha slumped over the kitchen island, resting his elbows on the cool marble as he covered his face in his hands. This was too much. He needed to come clean, needed to make things clear with Kagome once and for all. This was torture and he wasn’t a fucking masochist.

He smelled her before he felt her, their shoulders bumping as she leaned into him, posture mirroring his.

“You okay?” She asked, a note of concern in her voice.

“Feh, I’m fine.” He had been waiting to talk to her all day, and now that he had the chance, his tone was sour.

“You sure? You look pretty pissed off.” She

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He bristled. “That Hoho guy has been like your shadow all day; like a damn puppy.”

Kagome narrowed her eyes at his harsh words, a slow smile creeping in. She was beginning to understand. “He’s just a friend.”

“A friend that wants in your pants.” He regretted it the second it came out, fully knowing how jealous he sounded.

She shrugged. “I’m not interested in him.”

Inuyashas mood brightened significantly. “No?”

“No.” Kagome shook her head, feeling playful. “He’s totally not my type.”

She looked so beautiful, her pale skin complimented by the red of her swim suit. Her long black hair was still wet, falling in waves around her shoulders, curling up at the ends. She was looking at him with bright, blue eyes, a smile he had seen so many times before. He was just as drawn to her now as he had been the first time they met. “And what exactly is your type?” He asked.

She bit her lip and let out a quiet laugh. “You really don’t know?”

Inuyasha paused for a beat, considering her words. He leaned in, lips just brushing the shell of her ear. “I want to fuck you.” He whispered. “So bad.” They were so close he felt Kagome shiver. To anyone else, it would look like two people trying to talk over the music, not a half demon confessing he wanted to have sex in a crowded kitchen.

“Right here?” She kept her voice low, matching his. “There’s a lot of people around.”

Inuyasha smirked. He straightened and moved behind her, letting his hands fall to her hips as he pulled her close. He didn’t care who saw- in fact, he wanted everyone to fucking see. She was his. Instinctually, she leaned into him, craning her neck to hear his next words. “I could just move your bikini bottoms to the side,” he said, snapping the band of her suit, as if to make a point. “no one would notice.”

Kagome bit back a moan, the idea sounding more enticing by the second. He could already imagine her gripping onto the counter as he took her from behind, one hand holding her bottoms away so that his hard cock could press into her wet pussy.

“I think they would.” She said, breathlessly, her delicate hands covering his, wrapping them around her stomach. The gesture looked sweet, but Inuyasha knew she was trying to draw him away. She kept her voice low, just loud enough so that he could pick up her words thanks to his demonic hearing. “You’re pretty loud when you fuck me.”

Inuyasha hugged her from behind, placing a soft kiss to her temple. “That’s because you feel so damn good.” He murmured into her hair. For a pair that were so concerned about keeping it simple, they were not playing the part of strangers well. He knew any moment someone was going to ruin this for them, and as much as he wanted to declare that Kagome belonged to him, he always was now completely turned on.

He needed to act; Inuyasha gripped her hand, giving it a tight squeeze as he le them out of the room, navigating the halls with practiced ease. He brought them to the sunroom, the nearest place he could find that wasn’t occupied by people, probably due to all the open windows. It didn’t exactly give privacy, but then again, he didn’t exactly care at this point.

Inuyasha trapped her against the wall, caging her between his arms. He had been dying to get this close to her all day, but she had been swarmed with people buzzing around her. In fact, he could smell the faint scent of other men clinging to her and it was infuriating. Inuyasha leaned down, his nose running over the column of her neck before he gave her soft skin a nip.

Her body jerked, though there wasn’t much room for her to move; the result was more her grinding against him, the feel of his growing erection sending a jolt through her. She breathed, attempting to move away. “Theres- Theres people right outside-”

Inuyasha continued his assault on her neck, letting one hand trail down to her hip, holding tight and dragging her close. “I don’t give a shit.” He began to rub small circles with his thumb, brushing over the skimpy piece of fabric; he needed her touch too badly to care about anyone else there. Her mouth fell open in a moan, giving him the perfect opportunity; he pressed his lips against hers, hungry and desperate. Every time they kissed it went straight to his dick, and today was no exception. The way she worked her tongue should be illegal.

Kagome ran her hands over his sides, earning her a low rumble from deep in his chest. He was pure muscle, all strength and raw power. She had felt him like this more times than she could count, but each time she felt the hot press of his skin she felt something tighten in her stomach. Her hands wrapped around him, gripping his back, leaving crescent shaped marks from her blunt nails. He had hardly touched her and she was shaking.

“And the window- what if som-...mmm.” She lost track of whatever argument she had when his large hands cupped her breasts. He was panting as he hovered over her, dipping his head to suck her bottom lip as he squeezed her tits, his thumb swiping across her nipple, hard under the thin fabric. It was easy to move the bikini top to the side, her full breasts pushed together from the constraint of her top; her pink nipples were taut, hard from being exposed to the cool air and his stimulation. Inuyasha rolled it between his fingers, mindful of his claws when he gave her a gentle pinch. Kagome threw her head back, making desperate sounds as she leaned into his touch. Kagome hooked her leg over his hip, wanting him closer, giving him better access to her pussy.

Inuyasha rocked his hips against hers, the friction of his hard cock against her clit making her whimper. He smirked at her reaction; she was always so sensitive. He knew she would be wet for him, he could practically feel it soaking through their clothes. He was dying to reach down, to let his fingers slide between her slick folds and work her the way that she liked. She arched against him, the contact electrifying, making his dick throb in response. He could feel his precum beginning to leak, coating his bathing suit and making the evidence his desire very obvious. He remembered how a few nights before she had gotten down on her knees, swiping her tongue over the top of head, eager to taste him, eyes wide and innocent as she sucked him.

Fuck her wanted her.

Inuyasha brought his right hand down to play with the band of her bottoms, only briefly.

“We shouldn’t hook up here.” Her protest sounded half hearted, even to her. It was fine to say it, but when it was accompanied by her grinding into him, it lost its meaning. “We’ll get caught.”

He let his thumb press against the cloth delicately, rubbing her clit with as much gentleness as he could muster. Everything in him was screaming to cut the flimsy fabric and throw her to the ground.  

“I wont let anyone see you like this.” He promised.

Kagome nodded, hands tracing over his abs, working their way down his stomach. Her long, slim fingers reached into his pants with practiced ease, pulling him free as the other hand pushed his swim trunks down his hips. Kagome gripped his firm penis and gave it a soft squeeze. Inuyasha moaned, head falling forward from the contact. His member was warm, the skin silky smooth as she began to pump her hand, slowly at first, just enough to tease, then faster and faster as his pleasure mounted. He was making noises he barely recognized, broken syllables, pieces of her name, some sort of effort to encourage her, but he was to lost in lust. Taking matters into his own hands, he grabbed Kagome’s ass, lifting her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips. He pressed her back against the wall for better leverage, holding her in place with ease. Inuyasha fumbled at first, nerves and eagerness getting the better of him, as they managed to move her bikini to the side and line him against her entrance. When she felt the hot press of his head against her wet core she let out a soft whine, alerting him that it wasn’t enough; she needed more and she needed him now.

Inuyasha got the hint; he snapped his hips forward, gliding inside of her in one swift motion. The half demon grit his teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control. The sounds Kagome was making filled the room, soft noises at first, accompanied by her nails raking down his bare back. They would leave a mark, flesh scorched red for all too see, but he didn’t care; he would wear it like a badge of honor, that he had brought Kagome to high she lost control. With the way things were going, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long; he could feel the pleasure mounting, the pressure from his balls making them tight and heavy. He was so close, but he needed to make sure she came first.

Inuyasha growled, trying to concentrate rather than get lost in sensation. “I-ah- I’m almost there.” She gripped him tighter, trying to pull his body in closer. Inuyasha twisted his hips, rocking into her at just the right angle, the one that made her scream. She arched, breathless and desperate, and when she felt his calloused thumb rub her clit, swollen and sensitive and she was near tears.

“Cum for me, baby.” He grunted, his voice raspy from strain. It pushed over the edge, muffling her cries into his neck as she came apart, her pussy clamp around him, squeezing his cock over and over, leaving him dizzy. Inuyasha ground his teeth because fuck, she felt amazing. His thrusts were short, rapid, eager to feel the same euphoria she did. Kagome continued to meet him thrust for thrust, arms wrapped tightly around his neck; she leaned in, lips planting sloppy kisses over his cheek as his head slumped forward.

“Cum in me.” She whispered, continuing on as she heard him whimper. “I need you, Inuyasha.”

White hot semen filled her, his penis throbbing inside of her as he emptied his cum. Beads of sweat rolled down his chest, their skin sticky from contact. Inuyasha gave her a slow, heated kiss, rolling his hips once more, making Kagome shiver. He knew he would have to withdraw from her sweet core, but Gods, he could live forever in this moment, she was wrapped around him, covered in his kisses, his scent, his jizz slowly leaking from her; everything about her belonged to him, even just for that second. Regretfully, Inuyasha helped ease her down; She was completely spent, her legs jelly. He wanted to take her home, put her in his bed and lock the doors. Knowing that wasn’t an option, he gave her one last searing kiss before he broke apart and smiled.

“So much for acting like strangers.” Her chest heaved, still trying to collect her thoughts.

“Feh, we were strangers the first time we got together.” He replied, pulling his swim trunks up. “Besides, you’re the one that didn’t want to be seen together. I’m surprised you did this at all.”

Kagome looked half horrified. “Me? You’re the one who said we should act like we don’t know each other!” She shouted, a new rush of energy filling her.

“No I didn’t!” He answered hotly. “I asked if that’s what you wanted- fuck!” From the way she was reacting, did she not want that? This was his fault, from beginning to end. “I didn’t- Damn it, I didn’t mean it that way Kagome.”

She quipped an eyebrow at him, still defensive. “And how did you mean it?” There was a cutting edge to her voice, accusatory.

“Just that- That I wanted to give you the option… to back out if you wanted it.”

Kagome narrowed her eyes, bottom lip drawn in as she considered him. Despite having just brought her to the brink of ecstasy, he was acting shy, nervous.

“Well I never asked for one.” She answered, tone still bristly. The hanyou nodded curtly nodded response. He said nothing for a moment, the silence feeling heavy with things left unsaid. Her answer gave him hope, but he the words he wanted to say seemed to die on his tongue.

Inuyasha sighed, trying to bottle down his fears and muster up the courage he needed. Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned his forehead against hers; he felt her soften, and soon she was hugging him back.

“I want you- I want more than what we’ve been doing. I was nervous that if I really asked you out, you’d end things.” Inuyasha swallowed hard. “I like you, a lot.”

He felt Kagome freeze, could feel her heart beating double time in her chest. He panicked briefly, when he felt one of her hands leave his back, only to cup the side of his face. But when he looked down into her eyes, he saw only happiness.

“I really like you too.” She smiled, biting her lower lip. “

They would have to go back down to the party, would have to explain the kiss marks and love bites, the redness of her ass and the nails down his back.

Or they could leave; take off together and fill the others in later. There would be plenty of time to introduce each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. For now, they could spend the remainder of the day wrapped in each others arms, tangled between her legs.

It was an easy choice to make.

[whitewallwhispers]

Little Lies

Narcos - Javier Peña - Series

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine

A young writer moves to Colombia to perform research on the drug war for her latest novel. She’s willing to do anything for information, which leads her down a rabbit hole that begins to blur the line between pretending to be someone and becoming something she might not be ready for.

Her latest target is a D.E.A. Agent named Javier Peña. But will he believe her cover story?

Warnings: Alcohol use (vodka, tequila, and whiskey), strong language (pretty much every expletive under the sun), smut - thigh riding, oral sex (male and female receiving), rough sex (choking, spanking), unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks), implied age gap, daddy kink

My hope is that you can imagine this character as any race with any style of hair (as someone with short hair I get annoyed when every fic mentions long locks and ponytails).

This is kind of a dumb note but I feel the need to clarify that this smut is completely aimed at Peña - I love Pedro but in a completely different, non-sexual way. It’s a credit to his acting skills that he can make me want to fuck nearly every character he plays when IRL I just want to be his best friend.

It was the bar nearest the brothel, the brothel nearest the Carlos Holguin police base. She hoped to every God in every religion that the intel she’d pulled from the fresh faced fledgling police officer had been worth the subpar sex and chlamydia scare. She was one vodka cranberry and two tequila sunrises in and if Peña didn’t show she planned to go three more deep. Hopefully it’d make up for the shitty music and creepy stares she’d put up with so far tonight.

Jesus Christ, it was 11:48 already. Surely he wouldn’t show. With a sigh she flagged down the bartender and switched back to a vodka cranberry. Always gotta be on the offensive when it comes to UTIs, she thought with a shudder. The police officer really had been a bad lay. The fact that she couldn’t even remember his name was more than proof enough.

“Whiskey. Dry,” came a dark voice beside her. Innocently, without a single thought of preparedness or putting on an act she turned to see the source of the deadpan order.

Fuck.

Leather jacket, button up hardly buttoned beyond his chest, mustache and mussed brown hair.

It was Peña.

If anything, his frazzled expression and the heavy dark circles under his eyes were enough indication even if he didn’t match the police officer’s description to the T. “Lazy fuck can’t even dress himself all the way, always has to look like he’s just rolled out of bed while also trying to seem like a bad boy. Stuck up bastard.”

She took a moment to clear her head, assuming the stance and mindset she’d been preparing all night.

“Such a basic order,” she said with a smirk. He took the bait, at least so far, eyeing her from his peripheral without fully turning, without fully engaging.

“I don’t have the patience for anything that takes longer to pour,” he remarked.

“A man who has somewhere better to be than the bar. Refreshing, so far tonight,” she replied, hoping against all hope that he’d look at her properly.

Her luck was with her. He did, eying her up and down. Quickly, and not as hungrily as she’d hoped. Shit.

“You’re alone?” he asked flatly.

“Yep,” she answered, trying to keep her voice light and inviting.

“Well…” his drink arrived, and after giving the bartender an appreciative nod he took a large swig. More than half of it was gone, she noted with a raised eyebrow. “What did you expect?” He leveled her with a gaze that was, all at once, detached and heavy.

“I’m used to it,” she shrugged, “I’m not exactly a stranger here.”

She was, though.

But he needed to think she wasn’t. She needed him to think that she was fishing for clients, that she was working.

“So you live nearby?”

Thank God. He was continuing the conversation. He was interested, despite the fact that his body language was still closed off and tense.

“Work,” she replied, taking a long sip of her own drink, eying him suggestively as her lips wrapped around her straw.

“Work?” he asked, taking another draw from his drink, following her lead.

“Night shifts, mostly.”

“Then shouldn’t you be there?”

“I am.” He looked at her in full now, eyes raking over her with a new sort of intensity.

“Bartender?”

“Nope.”

“Then what?”

“So forward,” she noted with a flirtatious roll of her eyes and another smirk. She eyed him up and down as well.

Well, well, well. She’d been expecting someone ugly, hard faced and unremarkable. Paunchy. Pale. But his dark and rugged looks actually made him look more inviting and less assuming than the pompous bastard she’d been on the lookout for - and as such it was honestly a mystery to her as to why he preferred the embrace of prostitutes when he could easily pick up women of any profession with ease. Wasted cash, she thought to herself. She held nothing against women who made their bodies their business - in fact, she admired them - but surely he didn’t need to spend money to get laid? Whatever. It didn’t matter how attractive he was. What mattered was what he was willing to tell her in the aftermath of a good fuck.

“So something secret,” he answered with a grin of his own. He finished his drink and motioned to the bartender he needed another. Good. Get drunk. Get easy.

“What about you?” She took another long sip, careful to slip her tongue around her straw before drinking. This time, he noticed.

“Couldn’t say the same, really,” he said with a shrug, taking his second drink and giving it a hearty sip. “I’m just a glorified janitor. I’ve told you mine, now you tell me yours.”

A smooth liar.

“I work nights at a bar where I’m not a bartender,” she replied with a shrug of her own. “I hope that doesn’t scare you away.”

He chuckled. He let his eyes roam her body once again. Instinctively she arched her back and let her tits and ass be the focal points of his exploration. She hoped the way he immediately took a heavy swig was a good sign.

“Quite the opposite,” he answered, though his eyes trailed away from her and instead scanned the rest of the bar.

What should she say in response? She began to panic. She hadn’t expected it to be so easy. Why not, though? He was a notorious horn dog. Doesn’t he prefer his regulars? That’s what her intel had told her. “Fucks the same whores every night in rotation.” That and a bunch of bullshit about someone named Steve Murphy. He was married, with a kid. Who gave a shit about him? He wasn’t crackable. Family men were off limits to her - wives were sacred territory. She couldn’t bring herself to hurt them.

“I’m glad,” was her pathetic response. “You’re the only interesting man who’s sat beside me all night.”

In all honesty, there hadn’t been many others. Plenty of lewd looks - that was to be expected given her low cut tank top and short jean shorts - but it was a slow night and those that had approached her she quickly turned down (with the bartender for backup if they didn’t get the hint). She wondered if it was because she was so obviously not Colombian. She didn’t blame anyone for being suspicious of foreigners given everything going on. She was German, not American, but she didn’t expect them to know the difference.

Thank fuck Peña wasn’t phased.

In fact, he seemed intrigued by it.

She took in the way his dark brown eyes raked over her, the way the faintest of smirks was twitching across his lips. Hook, line, and sinker.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he stated at last.

That’s because I’ve never been here, she thought.

“I’ve seen you, though. You know some of my friends.”

Please believe me.

He cleared his throat. “Friends nearby?”

“Duh, Peña” she answered it with a devilish grin. She took another long sip from her drink, letting her tongue lull along her straw again, this time while making direct eye contact with him.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“Fuck? Sure, my apartment’s not far,” she quipped.

“I thought you said you only worked around here?” he answered, taking another deep draw from his drink.

“Mmm, no. I just lead with that. How else would you catch a clue?”

He finished his whiskey and motioned for the bartender to give him his check.

“And hers,” Peña intoned when he came around.

“Not just a man - a gentleman.” Time to turn it up a notch. She let her hand slip onto his thigh, applying no pressure but grazing briefly over his obscenely tight jeans. He turned his attention away from the bartender long enough to glance at her hand.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly,” he answered. He almost sounded sad. Honestly, that was just more ammo.

“But I would, and what I say is what matters right now.” She squeezed his thigh ever so slightly with delicate fingers. Please, for the love of God work.

“What direction?”

“Hmm?” she faked, giving him another coy glance as she sucked up the last of her vodka cranberry.

“Your apartment.”

“North,” she answered, giggling slightly as he shuffled through his wallet for the right bills.

“You smoke?”

“Religiously.”

It was hard to admit, but true. She’d only started when she moved to Colombia. How else were you supposed to deal with the stress of it? Bogota and Medellin were constantly in turmoil. There was no guarantee that the next target wasn’t near you. But she thrived on it. There was no way her creativity could be as stimulated back in Europe, even since the Wall had fallen. The coke simply wasn’t as good back home, and that’s half of why’d she came here in the first place.

“Let me light you a cigarette,” Peña replied, pulling two from his shirt pocket and holding forth the lighter in question. She took it in eager lips with eager eyes, locking with his beyond the flame and hoping the heat that emanated from his lighter reached beyond her eyelashes and struck him to the core.

“Lead the way,” he continued, taking a deep puff from his own cancer stick.

You really shouldn’t be smoking them, she chided herself.

“Yes, sir.” She took him by the hand and led him from the bar, taking a heavy pull from the cigarette in her hand and releasing the smoke into the air with relish. It’s working. All she had to do was make it past a few more roadblocks and she’d be in. Or - rather - he would.

Her hands shook slightly as she tucked the key into the second deadbolt on her door.

“Sorry there’s so many hoops,” she whispered. Her neighbors were sensitive to noises, and she wanted to save her allowance for the rest of the evening.

“It’s good. You should be safe, given…what you do and the neighborhood you do it in,” he answered, a hand absentmindedly trailing down her side.

Perfect.

She undid the handle of her door and pushed it open, revealing the sparsely furnished room beyond. A couch. A TV on an otherwise empty stand. A kitchen full of cupboards of (though it wasn’t initially obvious) mostly empty shelves. A small, ragged rug, originally bright and multicolored, now faded and worn and sad. The result of other apartments with roommates who didn’t give a shit about the longevity of the furnishings she provided.

“Kitchen. Couch. Bathroom’s to the right, bed’s over there,” she noted, waving towards the left side of the room. Seeing as it was a cramped studio, there was no chance that he hadn’t noticed it before.

“Your accent…not American,” he stated, closing the door behind himself and kindly putting all the locks back in place.

“You’re right. German,” she answered, reaching into one of the few filled cabinets and pulling forth a bottle of red wine. Already opened, maybe stale, but enough for the moment. She retrieved two glasses as Peña came to rest against the counter.

“What the fuck are you doing here, then?”

Time to lie. She’d kept the same act throughout her interactions with police and prostitutes alike.

“My parents were missionaries, I came out to watch the house during the day. Eventually, they helped the “wrong” people - at least that’s what the sicarios thought. They were killed because of it. Unsurprisingly, missionary work doesn’t leave much money behind. I’m trying to earn my way home,” she answered with a shrug, pouring and then handing Peña a glass of wine.

“How much do you charge?”

“Pesos or dollars? $70,000 or $200.”

He took a large swig of his wine and nodded.

“Happy to be of service,” he said, his dark eyes locking with hers in a surprisingly genuine expression.

“Thank you.” It was out of her mouth before she could think about it. She didn’t need the money. Her parents were oblivious and safe in Berlin and more than happy to pay her rent. It felt wrong to rely on their kindness, but she wanted this. She needed to prove herself with this novel.

She took a deep draw of her wine, eying him the entire time.

“What’s your first name? The other girls have only ever called you Peña.”

I already know it.

“Javier,” he admitted. Yeah, duh.

“Can I call you Javi? Or do you prefer something else?”

“Something else?” He cocked an eyebrow, lifting his glass of wine to his lips once again and drinking deeply.

“Some prefer daddy,” she answered, “Or papi, or something similar.”

“Don’t call me daddy until later,” he answered, taking a big swig and shaking his head slightly. “If at all.”

“You look like you’d like daddy,” she replied, following his lead and gulping down more wine. Her head was thoroughly spinning now, but it’s what she needed to reach the high where she didn’t care who she was fucking, only what they could say after.

“Looks can be deceiving.”

She nodded, brushing past him to the stereo on her bedside table. She popped it open to check the tape currently inside - Billie Holiday. That’ll do. Taking yet another drink she closed it and pressed play before turning to look at Javi across the counter.

“How old are you?” he chuckled, “This doesn’t seem like something from your era. Or mine, even.”

“Growing up east of the wall, most things from my childhood were outdated,” she answered with a shrug.

She hadn’t. Her parents just had an affinity for old music.

Javi cocked an eyebrow. “Makes sense. Although I’m gonna admit I don’t know much about the whole Berlin thing.”

“You’ve been in Colombia how long?”

“Jesus. Eleven, twelve years? I’ve lost count.”

She let out a short laugh. “I don’t blame you, then. There’s enough going on here to keep anyone distracted from what’s happening anywhere else.”

“You’ve got that right,” he sighed, suddenly looking rather tired.

“Even for a…janitor.” She leveled him with a knowing look, taking in the last of her wine and licking her lips.

“Right,” he answered, throwing his head back as he finished his drink as well.

“Come here,” she commanded softly, setting her empty glass on the bedside table and holding her hands out to him.

“I’m a terrible dancer,” he warned, but nevertheless he left his glass on the counter and crossed the room. Before he came to her he tossed a few things out of his pockets onto her night stand. Cigarettes, wallet, and his badge - which he tucked beneath the cigarettes. Then he moved to join her. His left hand quickly traveled from her palm to the small of her back, pulling her tight against him and filling her head with his scent - heady, leather and amber, cigarettes and whiskey. Their fingers laced together as they began to sway in lazy circles, footwork loose but eyes locked intensely. I can do one better. She slipped her hand beneath his jacket and ran her fingers up the back of his shirt, letting her nails rake through the fabric and into his skin.

“I hope that only applies to this kind of dancing,” she murmured, looking up at him through heavily lidded eyes.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he dipped his head towards hers, lips brushing ever so softly against her own.

She couldn’t help it. Between the drinks she’d had at the bar and the wine and the music and the way his skin felt warm and firm beneath her fingers, she was the one who went onto her tiptoes to deepen the kiss.

In an instant he dropped her hand and snaked both his arms around her, fingers gripping her shoulder and waist as he returned with equal fervor. She pulled her own hand from his back up to his chest, both palms splaying across his pecs before clinging onto the edges of his shirt as he began to turn and push her towards the bed.

She let him. He could pretend all he wanted that he wasn’t the dominant type, but from her (albeit limited) experience men always showed their true colors in the heat of the moment.

Before she knew it her back was hitting the mattress, his weight leaning on top of her as they continued the same kiss, tongues finally peeking out to explore one another and entwine in quick and heated movements. She wasn’t ready to give in yet, though.

She hadn’t grabbed his thigh absentmindedly back in the bar.

She wanted it.

Wanted to feel it.

With very specific parts of her body.

“Sit up.” She commanded, pulling away from the feverish pursuit of his lips.

“What?” He was out of breath, searching her face obliviously.

“Sit. Up.” Her voice was hard. She meant business.

Reluctantly he did so, and as soon as he moved she was on him. Thrusting her right knee between his legs and her left on the other side of his right, she kissed him deeply as she began to drag her aching core against the fabric of his jeans, sparking with the pressure and friction.

“I’ve wanted this all night,” she breathed. For once she didn’t have to pretend. Who was he to walk around looking like that, wearing what he wore? Surely he knew the effect he had, what he made others want so desperately. And now she had consent…right?

His hands moved to her hips and held them tightly, his face finding its way to her neck as he began to press hot kisses into the soft skin, his tongue flicking against it with fierce intensity.

Yes. Yes she did.

Her shorts were interfering with the entirety of her pleasure. The rough denim began to hurt the more she dragged herself across his thick thigh. Frustrated, she stood up with a huff of indignation and unbuttoned her shorts, thrusting them towards the floor unceremoniously and stepping out of them as she resumed her position on top of him.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath. His fingers began to trace the lacy outline of her thong, briefly gripping her ass before focusing on her hips, thumbs rubbing against the bones as he began to pull her closer to him in pace with the rhythm she’d set with her own thrusts.

She dipped to join their lips once more, forcing her tongue into his mouth with vigor. He had the rest of the night to exert himself over her, surely he could give her these first few moments?

He did, succumbing to her assertions and melting at her touch.

“How do you want it next?” she breathed. “I’ve been selfish enough. Next one’s yours.”

“On your knees,” he murmured, undoing his belt. She nodded nervously as she did so.

Within moments he stood before her, unzipped and pulling out his cock. Average in length but thick and throbbing.

“No briefs?” she asked with a laugh.

“No time, baby.”

“You’re a mess,” she giggled, taking him in her hand. “Make me a mess, too.”

She gave his tip an experimental lick, surprised by how hot his skin was. She began to pump her hand along his length, slowly licking the underside of his member from bottom to top in time with her hand. He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair, locking onto it with a firm grip.

“In your mouth,” he ordered.

She looked up at him, suddenly nervous. But she did as he asked, wrapping her lips around his tip and licking it to get enough saliva around her lips to get her down his length smoothly. And then she was taking him halfway, hand still pumping near the end of his shaft, moving in time with her mouth as she began to bob gently along his length. She swirled her tongue around him, sucking with varying pressure as she made her way further and further down his cock.

He tilted his head back with a groan, pulling on her hair slightly before pushing her head towards him. Suddenly she was taking a lot more of him in her mouth, even though her throat wasn’t ready. She gagged slightly but refused to loosen her grip on him. I’m supposed to be used to this. He couldn’t know how inexperienced she was. She did her best to relax the back of her throat as he pulled and pushed her onto him again.

She decided to abandon having a hand on him and instead rested her hands on her thighs, tightly balled into fists as she tried to resist her gag reflex as best she could. Her eyes began to water, so she closed them. She decided to focus on her tongue, slipping it around him as his hips began to thrust into her - thankfully rather gently. But it was still a lot to take in, and it took all of her concentration to think about where her tongue was and not how the tip of his cock was now pressing against the back of her throat.

Mercifully, he pulled all the way out of her and she immediately raised her hand to his length, pumping slightly as she gave his tip one last twirl of her tongue, leaning back as she finished, a single strand of spit trailing between her lips and his cock.

“Stand up.”

She did.

“On your back.” He was out of breath, eyes glazed over with lust as he began to pull her shirt up over her head. It hit the floor with the softest of sounds.

She followed his lead by unbuttoning his shirt, trying not to lose her place as he flipped her onto her back, pushing her up the bed until her head hit her pillows and his legs were firmly planted between her own. She finished her work so quickly she surprised herself, forcing him to sit up and shrug out of his clothing. Except for his jeans. They were still on, and now marked with traces of the wetness she was feeling at the base of her sex.

“I’m more naked than you are,” she whined, pouting her lips slightly as she pushed against his chest to keep him off of her.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll take off my pants while you take off your bra.”

“Good boy,” she giggled.

They did so, stripping themselves at the same time.

Her nipples perked at the cold air as she tossed her bra into the oblivion to her right. When next he pressed into her, he was completely naked.

His fingertips expertly wrapped themselves at the edge of her panties and began stripping them off her with no trouble at all. He dangled them in front of her in a moment of triumph before tossing them in the same direction as her bra.

“Come on daddy,” she whispered sarcastically.

“Don’t,” he breathed.

After placing a few kisses along her chest and stomach he descended to her core, his lips expertly wrapping around her most sensitive place and sucking so hard she couldn’t help but gasp.

“Are you sure you want to…?” She asked, trying to keep her hands from gripping the sheets.

“Shut up,” he replied, kissing her inner thighs. “I can tell you’ve barely been touched.”

He wasn’t wrong. A long-term boyfriend in college. Shy and religious: they’d barely done a thing. A quick affair after graduation: he was nothing to write home about. A low-ranking cartel member: done in five minutes, thankfully over her stomach. The police officer: she’d convinced him to wear a condom - albeit a shitty old one out of his wallet - but that was the highlight of her evening. He hadn’t been experienced or giving, except in the pillow talk, when he’d blabbed all about Murphy and Peña. Other than that, she was new to proper sex and completely clean. She’d even gotten checked, just to be sure. And, apparently, he could tell. The way his tongue pressed against her entrance confirmed as much.

“Fuck Javi,” she moaned, “it’s not normally like this.”

An assumption. Everything she’d absorbed from the prostitutes she’d interviewed had been that their clients didn’t give a single fuck about the woman’s pleasure. Most came before the girl was even close to orgasm. However, she hadn’t been able to interview one of Peña’s regulars. She didn’t really have any idea what he was like, other than the fact that he liked it frequently.

“Good,” he muttered, taking only a moment away from licking straight from her center to her clit to respond before he dove back into her with vigor. It was all she could do not to shout his name. She wasn’t a prostitute. She wasn’t nearly as experienced as she pretended to be. The way he let his tongue loll against all sorts of parts of her was driving her crazy. No one had done this to her before, no one had driven her this close to the edge.

But she knew she needed more. She needed to be filled.

“Your fingers,” she begged, surprised at how vulnerable her voice sounded, “or more. I just need something.”

Wordlessly he removed his mouth from her sex only long enough to adjust his hands before he continued, a rough finger exploring her core before she could even prepare herself for it.

“More,” she mewled.

He obliged.

Two fingers entered, and after a minute or so, three. She arched her back so intensely that his mouth was ripped from her clit.

“Still more?” he asked, the faintest hint of a laugh in his voice.

“Please.” She probably looked pathetic beneath him as he lifted himself onto his knees, looking down at her with excited eyes and a suppressed smirk.

“Good,” he murmured, bringing his mouth to hers while his hand rubbed his rock hard tip against her center, parting the folds and gently bumping against the most sensitive part of her sex.

“Javi, please.” She hadn’t expected such a genuine request from herself in this exchange, but good God she wanted him. All of him. Right now.

“Only if you agree,” he said, breathless, clearly restraining himself.

“Agree to what?” She bucked her hips against him, desperate to be filled.

“Agree that I’ll get to choose every position from now on. No back and forth. Just me.”

“Yes,” she answered before she could think about it. “Yes.”

And with that, he finally sunk into her, eyes rolling back in his head as he bottomed out almost immediately. If she was being honest, it hurt, but she bit her lip to contain the exclamation she wanted to release. A prostitute wouldn’t be new to an entry like this. She’d be used to much rougher. At least Javi gave her a warning, prepared her. If what her intel had told her was true, no one was ever this nice with the girls they paid for.

“Fuck” was all she allowed herself to breathe. Short and unceremonious. “Harder.” It was probably what he expected, and even though it would feel like she was being ripped apart she needed to maintain the illusion.

She didn’t know if she could handle much harder, but Javi seemed to sense that. He backed out slowly and came back in even slower.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered, “I can’t go fast yet.”

As such, he pushed in and out of her at an even pace - almost hesitant - stretching her out gently after his initial descent.

“I can take it,” she murmured. Can I? She’d soon find out.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “You’re so tense.” His hands were roaming up and down her sides. Shit. Surely he could feel the way her entire body had cramped up at his initial push, cringing at the pressure she was experiencing.

“In anticipation,” she lied. “Please, just…fuck me.”

At this point, it was almost too intimate. She’d started to want it too much. He was a source of information - sex was simply an avenue to gaining insight into his side of the drug war. She needed it to hurt, to detach herself from the situation before she lost track of her goal. I’m supposed to be a prostitute, she reprimanded herself. I need to focus.

So he did. He gripped her hips as he immediately picked up his pace, sliding into her fast and even. She felt like she might split in two, but it also felt so good. She let out the softest of moans - if she dared to be any louder he was sure to hear the strain in her voice, and maybe he’d stop, and maybe he’d know. She could practically feel herself tearing at the sudden onslaught, but the same had happened with the cartel runner and the police officer. They wouldn’t have cared if they knew she was hurting. And she hadn’t enjoyed it then. But now?

Her hands ran down his back, fingernails digging deep into the skin. His breathing was becoming labored, his face dipping into the crook of her neck as he placed distracted kisses and bites against the skin of her ear and shoulder and everything in between.

He was going faster now, bottoming out so hard she felt like he was pushing against her cervix with every thrust. His hands left her sides and gripped her thighs, pulling them further apart but closer to him.

“Javi,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.” She only half meant it. The pressure mounting in the middle of her pelvis scared her. She’d never orgasmed before - was this what was building? It felt so good but so foreign at the same time.

He bit her shoulder as hard as he rammed into her and she let out a sharp gasp.

“Say it now,” he whispered in her ear. She knew what he meant.

“Daddy,” she moaned.

“Flip over,” he growled, pulling out of her and letting go of her legs.

“Yes, daddy.” She turned herself around, a feat considering how numb her legs had become.

She’d meant to remain on all fours, but his hand came to the back of her neck and roughly pushed her face into the pillows. It sent shivers down her spine. Good shivers. Unexpected. His other hand guided his member along her slit, wetting itself with ease. She couldn’t help it. She’d never been so aroused.

“Beg for it,” he demanded. His voice had gone even darker, husky and fighting for air. His fingers clenched around her neck, and she could’ve sworn he let out a faint moan.

“Please, daddy,” she whined. “Please fuck me.”

Suddenly he was plowing into her again, one hand still holding her down and the other clenching her hip, pulling her into him just as fiercely as he thrusted against her.

It didn’t hurt anymore - instead it was fanning a flame that ignited in her the moment he’d pushed her down. The sensation at her core was growing so quickly she was becoming short of breath. She closed her eyes and began, without even meaning too, flexing around him, making herself tighter than ever. It felt so good. Her mind had gone cloudy, the original intent of her endeavor washing away with the sweat and ecstasy of being pummeled from behind by a man so gorgeous she couldn’t even believe it.

And then it began. A fierce heat stole over her, emanating from her core out to every extremity, forcing her legs and arms to shake as her sex seemed to burst with light and pleasure.

“Yes, baby,” Javier groaned, “cum for me.”

With each thrust the electricity flowed through her even stronger, only to fade away all too quickly. Without warning he slapped her ass and she couldn’t help but cry out, short and shallow.

“I’ll make you do it again,” he murmured, releasing his hand from her neck and hip. “Get on top.”

It took her a moment to gain her bearings and slide out of the way so that he could lay at the center of the bed. As soon as he was down, though, she was straddling him with vigor and taking his cock into her hand, stroking it with pressure she couldn’t even control.

“Ask my permission.” He grabbed her wrist, holding it in place over his throbbing member.

“Daddy, can I ride you?”

“Beg.”

“Please? I need it. Please, Daddy, I need you inside me.” She leaned forward to envelop him in a sloppy kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth without a single thought given towards whether he was ready for it or not.

He released her wrist and she took it as the go ahead. Sitting up again she guided him into her with ease. She was sopping wet, there wasn’t any resistance. The sound it made was equal parts obscene and arousing. Again, one of his hands went to her hip, the other trailed its way up to her neck before squeezing gently.

Without hesitation she began to roll her hips back and forth, keeping him inside her as she began to relish the way his thick cock felt buried within. He squeezed his hand tighter around her neck and her breath left her for a moment before adjusting to the pressure. His other hand began to rake down her thigh as he began to moan. Really moan. In earnest.

Suddenly a suggestion from one of the girls she’d interviewed popped into her head. “Spell coconut with your cunt,” she’d laughed, “and they won’t know what hit them.”

And so she did. She rolled and flexed around him, changing her pace and shape with every letter. He couldn’t even moan now, just pant as his fingers flexed against her neck as his other hand roamed up to her breast, twisting and squeezing one of her nipples.

It was her weakness. She let out a sigh of pleasure, her fingers sliding to his chest and bracing herself against it. He took the hint and sat up, his mouth latching onto her, tongue swirling, teeth nipping. The pressure began to build within her once again. Slowly.

That is, until his other hand came up between them, thumb finding and swirling around her clit.

“D-daddy,” she huffed, eyes rolling back as his grip tightened on her throat.

“My name, now,” he groaned, his thumb increasing in speed and pressure. She began to bounce on his cock, relishing in the changing pressures and movement.

“Javier,” she moaned. “Javi, oh fuck, Javi.”

It wouldn’t be long now until she was shaking around him again. He switched his attention to her other breast and her hands ran through his beautiful brown hair, pulling on it ever so slightly. He returned with pressure on her neck, making her choke for a moment before he relaxed again.

It was starting. Involuntarily she clenched around him, and in response he began to roll his hips against hers.

“You gonna cum?” he moaned, looking up at her with glazed eyes and gaping mouth.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, Javi.”

“Me too.”

Their mouths joined once more, hot and desperate, as she began to reach her high. The tightness grew unbearable and her legs began to quiver as she had to break their kiss to throw her head back.

“Yes, oh God yes.”

It hit her even harder than last time, suddenly becoming overwhelming. Tears began to well in her eyes as he fucked her through it, thrusting into her as she began to lose her ability to ride him herself. His forehead fell against her chest as he began to grunt heavily, his entire body tensing. And then he was cumming, white hot streams filling her up, his breathing becoming ragged and his pace unsteady.

Then a stillness hung over them, both of them catching their breath. A single tear rolled down her cheek, her other eye threatening to do the same at any moment. He looked up at her and noticed, a thumb coming up to rub her tear away.

“You okay?” he asked, voice exhausted and chest heaving.

She nodded. “Just overstimulated.” She rolled off of him then, needing nothing more than to lie down and catch her breath. With a sigh he reached over to her bedside table and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and letting his head hit the wall as he exhaled his first puff of smoke.

“You’re still new to this,” he said at last, giving her a sidelong glance.

She tensed.

“What makes you think that?”

“You should always take payment beforehand.”

“…I usually do, I just got caught up in the moment tonight.”

She hoped against hope that he’d buy it.

“Sure.” Fuck. He didn’t believe her. “But you’re also too clean to have been doing this for long. I wouldn’t have gone down on you if I couldn’t tell.”

She gulped nervously. Did that mean he wouldn’t come back? Did he only want girls who knew what they were doing?

“Hold this, I’ll be right back.” He handed her his cigarette and she took in her mouth immediately, taking a long and heavy pull. He paused to slip into his jeans before heading towards the opposite side of the apartment and slipping into the bathroom. It was a few moments before he spoke again. Just long enough for her to reach over and pluck up his badge, examining it carefully. Drug Enforcement Administration. No doubt about it. He was the right Javier Peña.

“Why the fuck is there glitter all over my face?” Javi called from the bathroom. She could just make out the sound of splashing water from across the apartment and laughed, smoke pouring from her mouth.

“Because there’s glitter all over my face,” she answered, taking another drag.

“Why the fuck is there glitter all over your face?” He appeared now, shirtless, jeans still unfastened, running her hand towel over his face before tossing it onto the couch. His dark hair was a mess and his eyes glossed over in that fucked out way she was sure hers reflected too. She couldn’t control the way it sent her heart against her ribs, the way it made her core shift with renewed need. Too damn attractive for his own good.

“It deters men with wives and girlfriends. I don’t want to get mixed up in that,” she answered with a shrug.

He joined her on the bed. “How does that work? And give me my cigarette back.”

“This one’s mine now, get your own. Anyway, they don’t want girls who wear glitter because it might get on their skin or clothes.”

“Oh come on, how would they notice? I didn’t.”

“Because you don’t have a wife or a girlfriend.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you didn’t notice the glitter.”

“You’re going in circles.”

“Dizzy yet?”

He rolled his eyes and reached to grab another cigarette from his pack on the nightstand. He paused, his entire body going tense. He patted the pockets of his jeans before rounding on her with a serious expression.

“So, janitor, huh?” she asked slyly, holding his D.E.A. badge aloft between lazy fingertips, smirking as she pulled from her cigarette again.

“Give it back,” he said in a low voice devoid of all mirth. She did so with a giggle.

“Don’t worry. I don’t even know what it means, I just know a janitor wouldn’t have one,” she lied.

“I clean up bad shit somewhere full of bureaucratic shit,” he huffed, lighting his cigarette. “That’s all you need to know.”

“That makes more sense. You’re too stressed for someone who’d just clean up actual shit,” she murmured, trailing a finger over his collarbone. He eyed her suspiciously. Fuck.

She needed him to come back. Frequently. She needed him to trust her the way he trusted his regulars. She needed him to tell her how his day went, what he did, what he saw. Simply knowing that being a D.E.A. agent strung you out and made you a great fuck didn’t tell her shit she couldn’t have already guessed.

“You’re not lying to me, are you?” he asked, grabbing her hand and looking at her as he put his cigarette to his lips. His eyes bored into her with such intensity that she almost felt like telling the truth.

“You’re American, right?”

He nodded.

“I know as much about the specificities of American badges as you know about the Berlin Wall.”

“So…fuckall?”

“Fuckall,” she answered, grinning as she leaned to press a gentle kiss against his lips. She laid several against his cheeks and nose and forehead too - she wanted him to feel reassured as much as she wanted to feel his face against hers. Before she could stop herself she was running her hands down his chest and stomach and reaching for the edge of his jeans.

“I don’t have enough cash right now for round two,” he whispered. “We’ll pick it up another time.”

Yes.

“If I could afford something on the house, I’d give it to you,” she admitted.

“You say that to all the men,” he replied with a smirk.

“And women.”

He laughed. Really laughed. It was nice to hear - the deeper and velvety tones in his voice lended themselves to the levity.

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. He planted one last, lustful kiss on her lips before reaching for his wallet and swiping through it for the right amount of cash. She sat up and watched him. He pulled out more than she’d told him to.

“That’s too much,” she began, but he shook his head.

“Never let them know that. Besides, you deserve to go home,” he answered. “I promise there’s more where that came from. Just not tonight.”

“So…you’ll find me again?” she asked, trying to look as coy and unassuming as possible.

He smiled up at her with an expression so pure it didn’t fit into her expectations of the situation at all.

Peña was supposed to be a mindless slut. No care given for the women he paid to fuck.

“Yes.”

“Same bar?”

“Sure.”

“Maybe a little earlier?”

“If I can.”

She rolled off of him and strode towards the bathroom, picking up her bra and panties as she went.

“You can see yourself out,” she called over her shoulder, giving him a small wave.

“At least let me finish my cigarette,” he answered, jokingly offended.

“Fine,” she sighed. But by the time she’d finished wiping herself clean and putting on her underclothes, he was gone.

[ikemenshakespeare]

Title: Deviled Eggs and Sandwiches

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Character(s): MC, Black Army, and mystery suitor. 😉

Warnings: N/A

Prompt: Valentines First.

Authors Note: A creativity contest is being held in one of the many discord servers I’ve joined into, and this is my entry! It was due today 2/24. So although it’s no longer Valentines Day, I still hope this was a little something cute to get ya through your day. Thank you for reading!

“No! No way!” My face burned with embarrassment.

“Oh c’mon MC, it could be fun! After all, it’ll be Valentines Day. It wouldn’t kill ya to be a little spontaneous for once” Fenrir’s grin was nothing short of mischievous.

“Listen, I know you get a kick out of teasing me but I’m not naive enough to believe in love at first bar meet. Especially not when I’d have you for a wingman.” His laughter in response was almost infuriating. “What’s so funny? I’m being serious.”

“Okay. I got a better idea.” Fenrir and better ideas were almost always anything but. Still, I waited expectantly for him to finish. “Why don’t you put an ad out in the paper? A lot of people do it to find dates. When we find a guy who seems suitable-”

“We?...”

“Okay, when you, then the two of you could write eachother back and fourth to set up a nice date you’d both enjoy. And BOOM, just like that you won’t be ms. lonely anymore.” I’ll admit, if this idea somehow does work it would be infinitely better then the last. Not only that, but theirs no promise anyone will actually respond in the first place. Plus it’s only a little over one week till Valentine’s Day actually arrives, which doesn’t give anyone much time to figure arrangements out.

“Fine. If that’s what it takes to get you off my back, I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Alright!” I smiled slightly but quickly frowned. Why do you care so much anyway? As if sensing my thoughts, Fenrir stopped his celebrating. “Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m gonna start dinner.” And with that I left the room in a hurry, no longer wanting to think of what scheme he had up his sleeve. I ran into Ray and Seth on the other side of the door.

“Alice?! What’s going on?” Seth squealed as my face smacked up against his chest.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Ask Fenrir.” The sly smirk on Ray’s face gave me the sense he was ready to be filled in.

“Suit yourself.” A short second later they were both sitting next to Fenrir on the couch. “What’s MC going on about?” A tricky look appeared on Fenrir’s face.

“I have a master plan for MC’s first date night in cradle, and I’m gonna need your help.”

“ALICE?? My poor Alice?? Oh no no no, we absolutely will not-”

“Oh relax Seth! I’m sure you’ll approve of this one, just make sure not to tell Luka or the old man.” While Seth continued to worry over MC’s innocents, Ray had a devils smile to rival Fenrir’s.

“You can count on me.” A couple days passed by all to quickly, and there was only 7 days till MC’s first Valentines in Cradle...

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“Come in!” I heard a knock at my door and sure as the sky was blue, Fenrir came yelling in his usual fashion.

“Mornin’! You ready to respond to your future boyfriend?” FUTURE WHAT??

“You’re telling me it worked??”

“Well of course it did. I’m the one who wrote it after all.” The cocky look on his face was already getting old.

“YOU wrote the ad?? And beyond that, I thought we discussed that I would be choosing the candidate- wait, why am I even taking this seriously??” I huffed. Even though I just woke up from an amazing sleep, I couldn’t help but throw myself back onto the mattress. I’m already tired from a couple minutes of talking to the black army’s very own maniac.

“Yeah, yeah, but we were running out of time and there was only one responce.”

“Wow, doesn’t that make me feel great?” I spoke sarcastically but I knew I was looking at him hopefully. Maybe it won’t be all that bad after all, it’s just one silly date. Fenrir wasted no time, as quickly as he had entered my room and shut the door, he began reading the response aloud.

“Dear MC, I’ve thought about it and I’d be extremely interested in meeting up, how about a late lunch date at the park in central quarter? Please respond to let me know.”

“That’s pretty vague, did he leave his name?”

“No, but I think it’s worth a shot.”

“Eh, I don’t know about that... but still, lunch at the park doesn’t really sound all that dangerous...” I went back and fourth with myself for a while until I finally came to a conclusion. “Alright! Let him know he’s on! BUT also let him know that we’re each responsible for cooking half of the meal, just Incase I get a bad feeling and it seems like he’s trying to poison me or something.”

“You worry to much, but now you’re talkin’!” And just like that Fenrir sat down next to me and we began brainstorming what to write in response. Just as before the next few days flew by, the air outside filled with love, the 14th of February had arrived.

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Fenrir and Ray both got the day off to help assure things went to plan, a carriage headed toward the park in central quarter. It just so happened Sirius would be working in that same direction today, so all four of them rode together. Finally the ride came to a stop and MC jumped out nervously with the food she prepared in hand, she was already looking around curiously for the man writing her letters. But before the other two could follow her out, Sirius firm voice rose up.

“Before any of you get yourself into trouble, do you mind giving me a heads up of what’s really going on? Because all I could get out of Seth is that he absolutely would not participate in such a horrible act of indignity towards MC, but he promised not to say why.” Ray and Fenrir exchanged a glance.

“I guess since the plans already in full swing it wouldn’t hurt to tell him.” And so Ray did the honors.

“We tricked MC into thinking she’s going to be meeting a stranger here for lunch today. Truth is this man is no stranger, in fact she knows him quite well.” Sirius was one to keep his expressions under control but when he went wide eyed the two knew they’d got him good.

“But... that could only mean...”

LUKA?! Why does he have a blanket set up by beside the pond?? More importantly, the pond I’m supposed to be meeting my mystery date at. The facial response Luka gave back when he saw me standing there said the exact thing I was thinking.

“Angie?...” he started to stir around in his sitting position.

“What are you doing here?” I didn’t think things could get anymore awkward until Luka began to blush furiously.

“Honestly, I’d rather not say.” I just stared at him until finally he sighed in defeat. “Okay, Ray just wouldn’t leave me alone about needing to find some sort of Valentines Date. I guess you could say I gave in, and now I’m here waiting for her... if there even is anyone coming.” He hung his head low, and my heart broke just a little.

“You think you’re being stood up?”

“I think those two over there are playing a prank and now I just look stupid.” Off in the distance, standing on either side of a tree was Fenrir and Ray. They were laughing so hard, they were almost in tears. In unison they both shouted over to us a good luck and ran in the opposite direction. What a bunch of kids. I turned back to face Luka.

“I don’t think YOU look stupid, I think we both do. They set us up.” I splat down on the space next to him on the blanket, looking like a piece of old bumble gum on pavement. “How do we always get sucked into things with these two!” Luka wore a shocked expression, giving me a crooked eyebrow. I took the next thirty minutes to explain all that I assumed happened. When my story was over he looked grumpy.

“I see.” We stayed silent for a moment. Just listening to the sounds of the park around us. I closed my eyes and before I knew it I was opening them wide again. “But I guess if we’re already here we might as well finish our date- I mean...” he trailed off. I was the shocked one now, to see Luka wasn’t running away from me at full speed from embarrassment was already a surprise. Now he’s actually agreeing to go through with what I assumed would be his nightmare. A date, and with me? It only took a second before the wheels started turning in my head again. I gave him the softest smile I could muster.

“I guess you’re right. Here, I made some deviled eggs and brought some fruit. You can have some if you like.” I opened my basket to share and he gave a sheepish grin. He popped an egg in his mouth and the look of delight sent a small rush of happiness to my brain.

“Those are amazing! I decided to go pretty simple myself since I didn’t know what to expect, so if you want a sandwich have at it.” I looked at the array of different choices to choose from.

“This is supposed to be simple! Luka, you’re truly fantastic, thank you!” The rest of our afternoon was spent talking about our favorite foods and other things we liked to cook, we even took a stroll around the park. As it started getting darker Luka reached for my hand, holding it softly.

“It’s getting late, we should get on our way home.” The way he took my hand in his was so natural, it had me feeling like I could get used to this. As much as I didn’t want to admit thanks to Fenrir and all his shenanigans, I was really happy not to be Ms. Lonely, even if it was just for the day.

[fromthadiningtable]

Nikki Sixx x Reader Imagine: Brotherly Love

[Anon request: Could you write something about nikki sixx where you are Tommy's sister and he has a crush on you and fluff please]

Warnings: language, fluff

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Of course, Tommy had the car for the night. He always had the car for the night and was always stealing your cute clothes and always playing the drums way too loudly. But you loved him. Your brother was definitely a crazy guy, but he was endearing and caring and loved you just as much. At certain times though, especially when you needed the car, you would get aggravated with him and how up in the clouds he seemed to be lately. He had just joined a new band and it seemed to be what was taking up so much of his time and thoughts. You were proud though, he was genuinely happy and seemed ambitious about this new gig. Regardless though, you needed the car and now you were stuck in the house for the night because of your brother. Your parents didn’t even seem affected by this issue, as per usual. You decided you’d call one of your friends for a ride to the strip and you’d go and find him yourself. You’d done this before, confronting your brother in public about household grievances. It usually either went really well or was a complete disaster. You decided to gamble your chances at this point.

The strip was the place to be on a night like this. The summer air was creeping in and becoming a little hotter each day. Everyone was out of school, so everyone was running around like crazy trying to get their kicks wherever they could.

“Where do you think he is?” Your friend asks you as you ride down the strip, checking every marquee for the band name he had mentioned only a few times.

“I don’t actually know the name, I’d have to see it and then I’ll recognize it.” You admitted while continually scanning the street. Tommy had only mentioned his band name a few times, worrying he might jinx their success if he acted too excited in the beginning. You did know he had practicing like a maniac the past couple of weeks though, so it must be really important to him.

“There, right there!” You exclaimed, as you saw Mötley Crüe in black letters on one of the signs you had passed by. Your friend turned around and went back to the building that was lit up with lights and dropped you off with a farewell telling you to be careful. You always were, the strip could be rough but you always kept your wits about you. You prayed that your ID would pass as you walked up to the line and waited for your turn as everyone inched to the front. You tried to act as naturally as you could, you weren’t twenty one yet so you knew you could be turned away. You also knew that your brother must have some hidden charm because he was also underage but managed to get into every club on this block.

“Sorry sweetie, too young.” The bouncer said, as you look cluelessly at him.

“No no, my brother’s playing in that band. I just need to talk to him really quickly.” You explained and pointed up at the marquee for emphasis.

The bouncer laughed and handed your ID back while shaking his head. This one isn’t going to let up anytime soon, you thought.

“Look, can you at least ask him to come out here? I honestly only need about five minutes.” You even attempted to bat your eyelashes at him, just for added affect and hope that he would let you in.

“They’re playing their set as we speak, so no. Next please.” He said and began checking IDs behind you and letting people in. Frustrated, you left the line and stood outside of the building for a moment. You weren’t one to try and sneak in and break the rules but tonight might be the night. You had nothing better to do, seeing as the car wasn’t in your possession and you were already here. You scaled to the back of the building, avoiding being seen by an bouncer outside of the clubs. After sneaking through a small alleyway, you saw a door on the back of the club and knew it was the one back stage. You could hear the drums and the guitars from outside and even some of the vocals. It was loud and it was definitely some heavy rock n roll but from what your ears could detect, it was some pretty good stuff. You smiled to yourself, proud of your brother and his new found band but quickly remembered why you were there in the first place. You opened the door with some anxiety about getting caught but now it would be on Tommy and you’d finally show him. Sure, you were younger but you could figure things out for yourself with or without the car and you had half a mind to finally tell Tommy off about always taking it. The thrill of everything happened finally convinced you to go all the way inside and the music filled your ears more fully now. It was good, something with a steady beat and an awesome guitar riff but of course you didn’t know the name. You’d have to ask more about it later but for now, the mission was to wait for Tommy backstage. You hoped their set wouldn’t be too much longer and you tried to blend in with the people backstage and find their dressing room so you could hide out. The music continued to go on and no one seemed to notice you were out of place at all. Finally, you found a door with the band name on it and crept inside, shutting the door so no one would come in.

The room wasn’t well lit and the place was already trashed, but you thought sitting on the small couch wouldn’t be a bad idea while you waited. There was makeup and wrappers and bottles all over the counter spaces and side tables. Some items of clothing were strewn across the floor. You looked around and listened to the music, waiting for the band to come in so you could confront Tommy. It was about another fifteen minutes until they finally exited the stage and were done with their set. A blonde haired guy walked in first with three others trailing behind him.

“Woah, who’s the hot chick?” The blonde boy grinned and began to show off his confidence.

“That’s my fucking sister, back off. What the hell are you doing here?” Tommy said, he didn’t seem angry but he definitely wasn’t overjoyed that you were here.

“Hello to you, too.” You rolled your eyes and continued on with what you had to say. “If you must know, I’m sick of you taking the car like I don’t have anything better to do. Mom and dad said nothing of course, so I’m taking action into my own hands.” You say back and crossed your arms.

“Jesus, Y/N. You’re not even old enough to get in!” He said back, getting slightly defensive.

“I have my ways, and apparently you do too.” You cocked an eyebrow at him, knowing he wasn’t of age either.

One of the guys with long dark hair and heavy eyeliner was practically eyeing you up and down from the corner of the room. When you caught his gaze, he smiled at you. It was really more of a smirk but he was clearly enjoying this banter between you and Tommy.

“I’m sorry about the car, wasn’t cool of me. But bottom line, you gotta get out of here before they catch you.” Tommy said, fixing his shirt in the mirror for a moment.

“I mean...she might as well stay?” The dark haired boy chimed in and you knew Tommy wouldn’t take it well.

“Yeah, T. Might as well stay,” you smirk at your brother, knowing he wants you out of there as soon as possible. Tommy didn’t mind you being around him and his friends, but if you got into any trouble, your parents would go absolutely ballistic on him.

“She might be young, but she’s your sister, so she must be cool.” The blonde also chimed in. You were enjoying all of this support from strangers, especially against Tommy’s judgment call.

The other dark haired guy who was sporting eyeliner as well, was keeping quiet by the blonde haired one. This was quite a bunch, you thought to yourself. Tommy was growing frustrated. He wanted to go out after the show without having to worry about you and keeping you safe. He loved you but you liked to do things separately and he knew these guys were also different from what you were used to.

“So, what’s it going to be?” You ask, as Tommy stands there not quite knowing what to say.

“I have an idea,” the dark haired boy chimes in once again.

Tommy glances back at him waiting for this grand idea.

“I’ll take her back to your house,” he said and winked at you. You scoffed, annoyed that now he was plotting to get rid of you altogether.

“No, I’m staying here.” You glared back at him as he smirked and then you looked at Tommy, raising your eyebrows.

“No no, this could work. Y/N, Nikki’s going to take you home. You can come out another night, I promise.” Tommy said, considering his options and realizing it would be easier than anything else. Nikki wanted to go out with his friends as well but you seemed to be a more appealing option at the moment.

You looked around the room and now, no one was coming to your rescue. You knew Tommy wasn’t going to budge, he was just going to pawn you off to someone else so he could have all of the fun. Deep down inside, you knew you couldn’t stay out as long as he could and at least he promised to let you come out some other time. You resided yourself to the fact that you would just catch a ride with this Nikki guy and have fun another time. Tommy rarely came back around on his word so easily.

“Fine.” You said and stood up. “Well, are we going?” You eyed Nikki from the door and he immediately walked over and held the door.

“Shall we?” He says, still with the smirk on his face.

“Take good care of her. No kissing or sex or anything close to those two things.” Tommy said and punched Nikki on the arm. Nikki gave him a look to clarify that his intentions were pure but you weren’t so sure. He’d been staring at you the whole night. Maybe this won’t be so bad, he’s pretty attractive, you thought to yourself as you both left the back of the club and headed to the street.

“Well, Y/N. I’m Nikki, the bass player. And what do you do?” He asked, looking at you from the side as you two walked around to his car parked on the street further down.

“I’m taking some college classes, and I sing a little bit.” You said nonchalantly.

“A singer, huh? I guess music runs in the family.”

“Oh I’m nothing special, just a little choir in school and shower singing.” You laughed a little at your own expense and he smiled as you said this.

“Singing is singing man, it’s a powerful way to express yourself.” He replied.

“Wow, who knew he was deep?” You said, crossing your arms as a breeze came along.

“Damn...you’re a mean one.” He was still smiling slightly at you as he said this, he liked the fire you had in you. Noticing you were cold, he removed his leather jacket and handed it to you.

“Oh no, I’m okay.” You pushed it away from your body.

“No, you’re cold. Just take it for now.”

You wrapped yourself up in the jacket and noticed that it smelled like a men’s cologne and a little bit of sweat. It wasn’t a bad smell, in fact you found it intoxicating. You felt a lot better now that the air was off of your arms as well. You both arrived at Nikki’s car and you both hop in. He opens the door for you and you’re surprised. He didn’t strike you as a gentleman in a lot of ways, but he was turning out to be one.

“Okay,” He says as he hops in the driver’s side, “I say we go grab some food before we head back.”

The idea of food actually did sound great, so you agreed to go to this diner that Nikki was apparently a huge fan of. The car ride consisted of the two of you mainly talking about how tonight’s show went and what other interests you had outside of music and school. He was incredibly curious about you and it showed.

You could see why he loved the diner so much. Not only was it packed with people (a good sign) but the staff seemed to know him and were already giving him some special treatment. He had a booth that he always sat in apparently and the waitress even grabbed him a Jack and coke without even having to be asked. You gawked at him from across the table, as he seemed so used to this.

“I come here a lot.” He said, looking down slightly almost embarrassed.

“I can tell.” You giggle to yourself as he downs a Jack Daniels mini bottle and washes it down with some coke out of a glass.

“So, what’s it like being Tommy’s little sister?” Nikki catches you off guard with this question. You thought he probably wouldn’t even bring it up. You didn’t want it to be awkward and didn’t want to feel like that annoying little sister that hangs around.

“I mean you know him, he’s crazy. I love him though, he makes me laugh and keeps me on my toes.” You say simply, to avoid furthering the conversation. Nikki nods his head in agreement. You both order some pancakes and continue to talk about how the band formed and how lucky they were that Tommy basically brought it all together. You were glad your brother had people like this he could rely on.

You felt Nikki staring at you again as you people watched around the room.

“What?” You finally asked, genuinely curious about his wandering eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” He said matter of factly. You were taken aback at his sudden honesty but flattered as well.

“Oh, well you’re not so bad yourself.” You tuck a stray hair behind your ear and glance down at the floor to avoid his gaze once more. You really did find him attractive and you felt guilty because all you could hear were Tommy’s words in your head. But after all, he was the dumbass that let you ride home with his attractive band mate and friend.

The pancakes came and there was silence while you ate, a sign that you were both hungrier than you thought. You looked at Nikki a few times across the table, looking down every time he’d catch you.

“It’s alright to look you know,” he grinned up at you after finishing a bite.

You blushed, not knowing why he was making you this nervous. After you both finished, Nikki decided it was time to get you home. You knew your parents would be worried soon, they always worried when you stayed out too late. It annoyed you slightly that they didn’t care about Tommy’s nonexistent curfew but you didn’t mind right now. The drive home, both of you were nervous. Nikki was confident before but now that you knew what he thought of you, it gave him butterflies.

As he pulled up to your house, he cut the radio off and sat in stillness.

“Well, here’s me.” You said, gathering your purse and other things and opening the door. Nikki leaned across you and shut the door, counteracting all your movements.

“I just wanna say, I know you really wanted to stay out, but I enjoyed dinner and hanging out.” He said, fiddling with the gear shift in the middle.

“I did too.” You smile back at him, cheeks burning like fire.

“And I meant what I said earlier,” Nikki said, now moving his hand over to your lap to place his hand on top of yours. Your heart rate began quickening and you began to sweat a little bit. You looked at him questioning what he meant.

“That you’re beautiful, I meant that.” He said, looking into your eyes from the driver’s seat. He leaned in closely and looked once more into your eyes again before placing a kiss on your lips.

You felt as if you should fight it, but you went with anyways. You opened your mouth ever so slightly and allowed his tongue inside of your mouth. You kiss like that for a few minutes until you both come up for air. Nikki held the side of your face in his hands, gently caressing your hair and placed one more kiss on your lips.

“I’d better get going, thank you. For everything.” You smile at him, finally opening the door for real this time.

He hands you a slip of paper with his phone number on it and he’s almost nervous to do so. You take it and smile at him which makes his heart rate skyrocket.

“There’s more where that came from,” he says, and you wave and head back inside, Nikki watching you the whole time.

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Beautiful LGBTQ Proposal Stories

1. Patrick + Matthew

“Patrick and I started dating in July 2016. By September, we had told each other, 'I love you.' Day after that, I bought the ring. He is the most special person I have ever met, and loving him is the best thing I’ll ever do with my life. I proposed on his birthday, Jan. 19. He made me promise not to propose at Disneyland ― Disney’s super special to us. So I didn’t propose at Disneyland. I proposed at Disney California Adventure ― thank God for loopholes! We were married this past August. It was everything; HE’S everything. So thankful for our happily ever after.” ― Matthew Markulis

2. Allie + Sam

"We actually had two proposals! I popped the question back in July, and it was a total shock to Sam. We'd been together 3.5 years and I told her I'd never propose..."

"... Anyways, I've been waiting for a ring ever since. In November, she told me we were going to scope out a wedding venue at our favorite park, so we took our dog Lily and met our wedding planner there. Little did I know, they'd set up a beautiful arbor and candles, and Sam got down on one knee and proposed. To top it all off, she took me out to dinner, and I was stunned that all of my friends were there! It was so exciting to celebrate with everyone! When we got home, our Christmas tree was decorated with photos of us from over the years, and I had so many sweet gifts to unwrap. I can't wait to marry this sweet girl!" ― Allie

  3. Jennie + Joanna

"As cliché as it may sound, Joanna was one in a million, and I knew it from the moment I met her. She was genuine and kind. She came into my life when I wasn't even expecting it. I never thought I would ever date someone with children because I didn't even think I would want children. However, these three little hearts opened mine to a world I never knew: true unconditional love. The way she loved them made me fall in love with her even more. I asked the two oldest boys for their permission to marry their mother. It was important to me they were part of the decision, as they were the men of the house. Without hesitation, they did. We planned the whole thing together! They were the only ones who knew that our family 'Easter' photos were actually a surprise engagement photo shoot. I was extremely nervous, but Tara, a good friend [and the photographer], made everything easier. She captured one of the best moments of my life: my now-wife saying yes to marrying me!" ― Jennie Romano

4. Kayla + Loren

"The photographer Albert and I came up with the idea for me to propose on the Hogwarts Express [at Universal Studios]. My fiancée Loren (who uses they/them pronouns), ever the planner, was furious that we were skipping all the attractions on the itinerary we spent hours planning just to ride the train. They didn’t speak to me the entire time in line! Finally, we sat on the train, and Albert motions for me to sit next to him across from my fiancée. As he is setting up this very obvious and huge camera (Loren still hasn’t caught on!) he sneakily texts me, 'Now.' I lean in slightly and Loren is shaking their head saying that I was in the way of Albert taking his tourist pictures! I couldn’t help but laugh because they didn’t even know the half of it. I finally get down on one knee with the ring in the chocolate frog box and start my proposal with, 'Are you still mad at me?' Loren puts it all together, starts to tear up, and we’ve been happily engaged ever since!" ― Kayla S.

5. Jan-Kristòf + Kellan

"Kellan planned to invite a group of our friends up to Rainbow Mountain Lodge in Pennsylvania to propose to me in front of everyone. However, he changed his mind, thinking that I would probably be upset if I knew that our friends were coming to stay with us during our anniversary weekend. The day after we got there, we hiked up Resort Point Overlook, where Kellan planned to propose at the top of the mountain with the sunset in the background ― except that he forgot the ring! Moments like this honestly remind me how much I love our lives; we just truly keep each other entertained. We went back to the hotel room, where he presented me with this box of photographs, which were a collection of the most memorable places we have been in the last 10 years, and notes, which he had written our story on. He then got on his knees and popped the question with the ring in hand. The picture of him kneeling was for the engagement pictures taken in Central Park in New York." ― Jan-Kristòf Louis-Mansano 

6. Quinn + Evelyn

“June 18, 2018, is the day that will forever be my best. It’s the day that Evelyn sat next to me with a wine glass of lemonade and a mouth full of turkey sandwich while I nervously watched in anticipation of asking the most important question I’ve ever asked in my entire life. My heart was beating 1,000 times a minute and Evelyn was finishing her lunch ― I was way too nervous to eat anything. I finally got on one knee while pulling out my handmade sign and the ring and asked Evelyn, 'Will you marry me?' With a very surprised look and tears coming to both our eyes, Evelyn spoke the most important word that I have longed to hear for so long: 'YES!'" ― Quinn S.

7. Cameron + Maggie

"When Cameron and I met, we had no idea we would end up here. We went from strangers to best friends, roommates to more than friends, and two short months later, we became engaged. He gave me a puppy who was wearing a tag that said, 'Will you marry me?' After a moment, he asked, 'Well?!' So I said, 'If I say no, do I get to keep the puppy?' He said no, I said yes, and when he’s rotten, I tell everyone he tricked me into this marriage with a puppy. 😂..."

8. Jeroen + Amar

"Straight from the start, I knew Amar was the one that I would spend my life with. Amar is an architect and loves special sustainable projects like the High Line in New York City. So I prepared our trip in detail, including a paparazzi photographer to take pictures of the moment that I would propose. On the High Line, I fell to my knees and asked him to become my husband. Even though I knew he would say yes, I still was somewhat nervous. But he did, indeed, say yes, and suddenly a group of people who surrounded us started to applaud. We revisited that specific spot three times that week. It will be always our romantic spot in New York." ― Jeroen W.

9. Jackie + Beth

"Beth and I had both decided that we wanted to propose to each other, but we had no idea that we’d be proposing within 24 hours of each other. I’d been planning for months to propose to her on our anniversary in Tower Grove Park [in St. Louis], where we’d gone for several of our first dates. I planned every detail to be as personal and sentimental as possible – I coordinated a group of her closest friends and family, flew in her best friends from out of town, gathered branches from the park to have turned into a wooden engagement ring for her. And when the date rolled around, I hung string lights from our go-to hammocking trees and rolled out our favorite vintage rug from my grandma. I told Beth I wanted to have an anniversary picnic in the park (which, bless her heart, she agreed to, even though it had been cold and rainy all day). As soon as we turned the corner and Beth saw the string lights, she started crying. She said yes, and all of our friends came out from behind the bushes to surprise Beth (again) and celebrate with us.” ― Jackie P.

“What Jackie didn’t know was that I was planning on proposing to her the very next morning at our favorite farmers market, in the same park where she had proposed to me. I went to the market early, talked to all our favorite vendors, and set up a scavenger hunt through the market for her. I left notes, pictures and our favorite market foods at each booth. My last note asked her to meet me at the stone ruins in the park, just outside the market. As soon as I saw her walking towards me with tears in her eyes and arms full of herbs and veggies, I completely forgot everything I had planned to say — it became the happiest blur that ended with a ring on Jackie’s finger and a celebratory breakfast with friends, featuring all the food Jackie had gathered on her scavenger hunt. It was as close to a perfect weekend as I could imagine. We each got to show the other how deeply known and loved we are, and we celebrated that love surrounded by our friends, family and queer community.” ― Beth W.

10. Amber + Courtney

"Our driver dropped us off on the wrong block so we had to navigate our way through the rainy streets of New York. All the while, I was trying not to give away where we were going. We were lost, jaywalking streets, getting caught in traffic in the rain, until we finally found our way. We rode the elevator to the top of the building, where a gentleman walked us up to a door. Courtney didn't know what was behind it until it opened. Immediately, we were met with candles lit, lining the rooftop floor, leading us out to a terrace that overlooked a beaming Empire State Building. The rain had stopped. As I turned to grab Courtney’s hand and lead her out, she immediately melted into a million happy tears and knew this was the moment we had both been waiting for. I walked her out to the middle of the terrace and made a promise of family, love and happiness. I said, 'My mom used to tell me when I was kid, as we said our prayers at night, to thank God every night for the things you don’t want to wake up tomorrow without. It never made complete sense what that meant until I met you.'" ― Amber P.

11. Alli + Chris

"I proposed to Christiane on our four-year anniversary. We drove up to this great little trail in northwestern Connecticut and hiked up to a quiet vantage point to watch the sunrise. This was a pretty typical way for us to enjoy a day together or celebrate something like a birthday or anniversary. She noticed me fumbling around with a bunch of cameras but I was able to come up with an excuse about wanting to photograph the sunrise. As the sun started to come up over the horizon, I gave Chris her anniversary present: a children’s book I had written that told our story. It all led up to the last page, which read, 'Will you marry me?' She said yes, and we got to watch a beautiful sunrise!..."

"... Later, Chris proposed to me and surprised me with a ring when we were taking some engagement photos with Steph Grant in Yosemite National Park. They planned the whole thing without me knowing, so I got a sunrise proposal too." ― Alli L.

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we got married! Jihoon

Anon requested: “Hi! Can I ask for a scenario with Woozi where he and his idol crush participate in We Got Married and during the course of everything, they fell in love and started dating secretly? Thank you!”

Genre: so much freakin fluff

Word Count: 2597

A/N: no knowledge of wgm really needed, i hope you like this,, not to sure how i feel about it yet :”)

Jihoon didn’t know what to think when Seventeen got called in for a meeting

all the meetings about the comeback were scheduled and this one clearly wasn’t

he asked the others and they honestly had no clue either

poor Seungkwan started stressing like what if he said something wrong on his variety show

that last thing any of them expected the staff to say

“MBC has decided to cast Jihoon for their show ‘We Got Married’“ 

‘oh fuck’

and the longer he stayed in that board room the more he realized he needed to zoom the heck out of there

‘are they serious?’ he thinks, ‘whichever producer that came up with this idea had to be a complete idiot’

the member widely known for the least amount of dating experience was going on a show where he was forced to act lovey with a stranger in front of a camera

what he also didn’t need was Soonyoung’s poor skill of hiding his laughter after Chan pointed out that fact

“actually this is going to sky rocket their ratings”

and then there’s Vernon smirking and fist bumping Joshua for the reference

Jihoon scoffs, burying his face into his hands, “wouldn’t someone like Mingyu would be way better suited than me”

“obviously, but that’s boring” Wonwoo chuckles, ignoring the dirty look from Mingyu

“I can’t say no?”

“c’mon Jihoon, at the very least you’ll make a new friend”

at Seungcheol’s words, he resigns

did that mean he still felt embarrassed that his romantic interactions with some random person will soon be broadcasted to the entire nation?

hell yeah

but maybe he could even get over his crush before he gets his heart broken

admiring you and not being able to do anything is getting too stressful for his poor soul

on the first filming day he meets in one of MBC’s rooms, with cameras all around him

he’s not surprised when he’s handed a script: things to say, things not to say

make it look believable, but don’t cause a scandal

easy

you, on the other hand, find the WGM staff surprising you in your dressing room as you finish a photo shoot

you immediately smile at the absurdity, “today? so suddenly?”

you don’t get a response but instead get handed that signature red envelope

your members giggle and gather around you

but you can’t bring yourself to joke along, filled to the brim with nervousness and anticipation

slowly opening the envelope you read, 

“Hello Newly Wedded Y/n! Today is the start of your journey with your new husband! To find out who he is, please head here _________”

leaving quickly with your member’s delighted pushes, the WGM staff follows you all the way to the address

some empty restaurant

you step in reluctantly, half suspicious a ghost staff would pop out of nowhere, or worse 

you had to dress up as one to scare your husband, yikes

what must of been a well decorated place was reduced to a single candle lit table in the center of the room

it’s light lets your eyes draw in on the vase of roses, placed perfectly center 

“this is to much,” you mumble to yourself, or not, your mic picking it all up 

your heart pounds, hitting your eardrums as anxiety begins to build up inside you

you thought ‘newly wed couples’ were supposed to have one of those cute meetings at parks or dog cafes, not a fancy restaurant set up like a one year anniversary

you already read through the script prep on the ride over, so you hope you won’t have to resort to too many of those cringy lines if the conversation turns awkward

the cameraman trails behind you, prodding you ahead to the table where you take a seat

and again you’re handed other envelope, but this time with a piece of cloth

you can’t help but giggle in amazement at what it reads

following the instructions, you tie the cloth to fit over your eyes, leaving you nothing to do but sit

after probably less than a minute, you can’t help it and start humming a tune in boredom

and as more moments past, you speak

“I just want to say to my... husband,” you pause, letting out an amused hum, “you better be hurrying because your wife is getting bored” 

you laugh at yourself after you let a bit of aegyo slip into your voice 

you had fulfilled the fluffy requirements of MBC and that better be enough for them

“let’s live happily honey” you end your sentence sing-songy, swinging your legs back and forth, not really caring how much you were embarrassing yourself in this moment

if only you knew about Jihoon’s burning cheeks at the sound of your pet name

you missed the soft steps of him walking in during your monologue

he walked in just in time to hear the end, your words only increasing his nervousness

oh but he’d heard that voice before

and his suspicions where only confirmed when he looked at you 

he knew the carve of your lips and the curve of your nose even in the dimly lit room

certainly not from staring at you all the time, nope

oh, he’s so screwed

you start humming again and he almost crumbles at how pretty it is 

‘god why do crushes make me so sappy’ 

taking a breathe, he strides over to you

your breathe hitches as you hear his clear and purposeful footsteps 

“um,” you start

but freeze as you feel soft hands slightly graze your cheeks

they reach up further and pull the cloth off your eyes

“hi” 

“oh” 

both of your voices blend together as your eyes meet 

his hands fall to his side, gripping the cloth tightly 

he has a soft smile on his face as he watches your eyes flicker in recognition

but of course, keeping up the act like you barely knew him, you smile politely  

the romantic scene doesn’t last long, however, as the room only illuminated by the candle lit table is suddenly blinding your eyes with bright filming lights 

honestly the audacity of all these cameras hmmp

you motion outwards and smile sweetly, “take a seat” 

as he does, you can’t help but notice how cute he looks fiddling with his hands

a cameraman rushes up to Jihoon, handing him yet another envelope 

he reads it aloud,

“now that the newly weds have met each other,” 

he hopes his ears don’t appear as red as they feel

“it’s time to get to know each other! sit down to have a dinner we prepared!” 

“hi,” you begin, “my name is Y/n, I’m a member of G/n” 

he returns the same introduction with a shy grin, “I’m Lee Jihoon, a member of Seventeen” 

the two of you continue talking, somewhat referring back to the script when it came to the flow of conversation 

it was hard to have a legitimate conversation about getting to know each other when you two already knew each other after all

when the camera cuts off for break you break into a laugh

“I had no idea you’d be casted with me Jihoon!!” 

“yeah, this was really unexpected” he chuckles lightly 

“hey, well it’s going to be fun!” 

‘yeah, for you’ he wants to retort 

to him, you don’t look nearly as flustered as he is

if he only knew 

you’re actually screaming

on the inside 

who-

who’s bright idea was it to cast Lee Jihoon

your crush

when you tell your members who your ‘husband’ is, they go crazy

even more so after watching the episode all snuggled up together in the living room much to your embarrassment

“please tell me you got his number”

“of course I did” you mutter, feeling shy all over again

even though the filming was almost two weeks ago, neither of you stayed in contact

“well text him!” your leader turned romanticist encourages 

finding a space alone, you shoot him a text

‘hey Jihoon! did you see the episode air?’ 

almost immediately you get a response

‘yeah, my members won’t stop bothering me about it’

‘really? what are they saying haha’ 

three minutes later he still hasn’t responded 

you figured he was busy of course

or maybe you were asking to much? Jihoon is kind of a private person...

but then you get a phone call, and this awkward selca you two were forced to take pops up on your screen

immediately you panic because you had never talked with him over the phone before 

obviously 

you’re scared you may have pressed the call button a little too soon but you get confused when instead of being greeted with a hello, all you hear is a bunch of voices

“sorry hyung! it was an accident!!” 

that’s all you manage to make out 

putting two and two together it’s clear what happened

you stifle a giggle

“hello Jihoon” you say cheerily

“hi Y/n” he replies softly, “give me a second” 

you hear the sound of a door closing 

you wonder if he left the room or did he shoo the members out 

“sorry, I didn’t mean to call you so abruptly” 

“I heard, someone made that decision for you” 

“yeah, Soonyoung is not very good with technology” 

laughing together at that, you snicker a little, “twelve other members does seem a but like a handful” 

“but with funnier members like Seungkwan and Dokyeom, there’s never a dull moment” 

“I think you’re pretty funny too”

“I don’t think so,” Jihoon says bashfully

you think back to your first meeting, remembering how much you guys laughed 

the conversation moves on to more about each other’s groups and stresses you both could relate too 

meanwhile you’re pushing in compliments here and there 

finding it adorable when he mumbles a thank you and shyly compliments you back

“Jihoon-ssi” you start formally

“yes?” he answers surprised by your sudden formal tone

“you know i’m trying to flirt right?” 

you hear him splutter

“and probably failing,” you laugh at yourself lightheartedly, ignoring the pounding against your chest

 “but I just thought, even though this situation is weird, we could just try get to know each other?” 

Jihoon fists the bottom of his sweatshirt, leggings bouncing up in down in a panic 

god, his crush was getting worse

he liked you so much

you set it up so perfectly, so cutely

“um,” he says shakily, “i-i’m just really focused on my group...” 

“oh, that’s understandable” you mumble disappointingly, “i’m kinda feeling tired so um, goodnight Jihoon” 

he manages to murmur back a goodnight before you hang up

he lets his head fall on the desk roughly

‘you have no balls lee Jihoon, absolutely no balls at all.’ 

and his members strongly reiterate that when he tells them

“hyung i’m gonna say this the nicest way possible-”

“not fucking possible” Jihoon grumbles, effectively shutting Mingyu up

“Jihoon-ah, you know that the company doesn’t matter, your happiness does” Seungcheol says softly

the rowdiness shimmers down at the leader’s words and the atmosphere turns serious

“that’s easy to say when you don’t think about the details,” he sighs, flipping his phone in his hands, itching to call you but to embarrassed too

it’s been three days since the call and the next shooting date is tomorrow

and he has to do something to fix it, he can’t handle tomorrow's shoot if not

“there’s nothing in our contract about a dating ban,” Minghao points out

“which exactly why you should go for it” Seokmin agrees 

Jihoon groans into his hands, “I know but I said what I said already”

Jeonghan pats his shoulder, “but you’ll figure it out, if you like her so much”

that’s how Jihoon ends up arriving to the meeting spot, with a gift in hand feeling terribly nervous

but for a moment, when you arrive stepping out of your car his heart flutters for a second

but it crashes again, when your eyes don’t even meet his before you’re whisked away for makeup and hair touch ups

he sighs, knowing he had to fix this, and fix it before the a camera turns on

cameras catch awkwardness better than anything else

there’s only fifteen minutes left until the shoot starts so gathering his courage, you walks up to you and shows a small smile

“would you like to go over the schedule for today?” 

you nod and offer a smile, standing up and following him as he walks around the cameras and into a hall away from everyone else

“i think they said we’re going to a cafe first, and of course we have to go to our house at the end of the day, though i think we’re going shopping...” you trail off, your voice quieting when you realize you were rambling in your own nervousness

the soft smile stays on Jihoon’s face, finding you cute shy

“i’m sorry, actually i wanted to talk to you the other night” 

your heart drops and you cross your arms suddenly feeling very insecure

“I’m sorry for being dramatic by ending the call so quickly, I should’ve been more understanding. I’m an idol too so” you shifting your eyes to the floor, “I understand”

“it’s not like the Y/n I’ve seen to bow her head” 

you look up to see his eyes that have shifted into crescents

“you shouldn’t be apologizing, I should be. I gave you the wrong impression while you gave the right one” 

you blink a couple times, processing his words as your heart beats against your chest 

his eyes stare into yours, keeping your gaze hostage and forcing you to see the emotion in his eyes 

“I don’t express my feelings very well, but I do want to try. If you don’t want to that’s okay” 

his words reassure you, a light and joyful feeling replacing the nervously 

you smirk, pressing your finger against his chest and quirk your brow

“oh? you aren’t going to fight for me? not even a little?” 

he sputters, not even able to get a single coherent word out 

“that’s not like you either, so nervous” you laugh, the sound bouncing off the walls like a beautiful melody

“i’m kidding,” you say, tilting your head and grin, “yes I do want to try” 

he smiles back, and then remembers the gift in his hand

“I got this, but it’s not much” 

“it’s okay, I can be bought” you say, taking it from his hands

he chuckles at your joke and smile at him satisfied

pulling the pretty tissue paper out the bag you can’t help but gasp slightly when to hold it in your hands

“it’s really not much” 

“no” you deny, smiling down at the framed still of you and jihoon on your first meeting 

maybe the one advantage of the maybe cameras and studio lighting were the pictures that could come out of it

the beautiful capturing of two genuine smiles that would let you remember forever your first meeting and this moment 

“i disagree, it’s incredibly thoughtful” 

his lips part, words about to flow from is mouth and you feel the sudden urge to lean up and press your lips to his

“filming in five!” the calls of one of the PD-nims interrupts the both of you and the moment is broken

breaking into little chuckles Jihoon moves to hold your hand and squeezes it, even if for just a moment 

“I’ll call you tonight, and this time we can talk as long as you want” 

[bxcketbarnes]

Faking It? - Part One

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader (just a tiny bit, you’ll see)

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1746

Author’s Note: Hello hello! I got this lovely request from @xxchloegrayxx and I decided to turn it into a three part series! This has a tiny bit of Steve in it towards the end but it’s nonetheless cute and a bit heartbreaking. I hope you guys enjoy it and anticipate the next part :)

I phoned Nancy, asking her if she’ll come with me to the mall and help me pick out an outfit for the Halloween party that’s tomorrow. I would’ve figured out what I’ve wanted sooner, but I’ve been so busy with school work that it slipped my mind.

“So, have you figured out what you’re going to be?” She asked me as we walked into Sears, heading towards the women’s section of the clothing store.

“Yeah, I’m going to be Ariel from Footloose. Hopefully, they have the shirt I’m looking for though…” I muttered, searching the racks for the light pink shirt.

“Ahh, yeah. That was a pretty good movie,” Nancy mumbled, looking at other clothes rack near me. “Are you going with anyone?” She asked and I looked towards her.

“No, of course not. I want to ask the guy I’m kinda interested in, but he probably has a date already,” I told her, nibbling my bottom lip. I pushed a few of the shirts they had on the rack out of the way, eyes widening as I found the shirt. “I found it!”

I pulled out the semi-short pink shirt that said “dance my ass off,” grinning at it as Nancy and I made our way to the jean section.

“You’re totally going to rock this outfit, Y/N,” Nance smiled, patting my shoulder as I nodded my head, pulling off a pair of light-washed denim jeans that were high-waisted.

I put them against my legs, facing my friend, “how about these?” I asked and Nancy looked at the jeans, tilting her head to the side as she smiled and nodded her head.

“Perfect!”

I had paid for my clothes with the money that my mother gave me, leaving the mall and heading back towards my house. We sat in silence as I drove, music quietly playing. “So, you and Steve are going tomorrow night?” I asked, glancing towards her as she hummed in response, looking a little out of it. “Nance?”

“What? Sorry, yeah. Steve and I are going,” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked out the window. I nodded my head, looking at her quickly before returning my attention back on the road, a little worried about her.

“You okay?” I asked, hoping she’ll tell me if something is wrong.

“Yeah, of course, I am. Why wouldn’t be?” Nancy laughed, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Oh, you never told me who you were interested in,” she smirked at me and I laughed, shaking my head.

“You probably won’t like it, but I kinda have a thing for Billy…” I whispered, pressing my lips together as she gasped lightly.

“Y/N… come on. He’s a total ladies man! Billy just fucks chicks then tosses them to the side like they’re garbage. I thought you knew that?” She exclaimed, looking at me like I have two heads. I pulled into my driveway, sighing as I put the vehicle in park before turning it off.

“I-I know, but maybe he’s not like that. We don’t exactly know him,” I muttered, twiddling my thumbs as we sat in the car for a minute.

“Just don’t get hurt, okay?” Nancy asked and I nodded my head, giving her a small smile.

The two of us went our separate ways since we were neighbors, giving each other a small wave before I went into the house, going straight to my room. My parents went out for their weekly date night and I’m left alone for hours, thinking about what Nancy had just told me.

Should I even try with Billy? I mean, people can change… fuck it.

I’ve been getting ready for Tina’s Halloween party for what seemed like hours. I’ve already curled the bottom of my hair, put a bit of makeup on, and put on my outfit. I’m currently standing in front of my mirror, looking over myself as a bit of my midsection was showing, wondering if it was a little too much or not.

I shrug my shoulders, checking my wristwatch seeing that it was almost seven o’clock. Shit, Tina’s party started almost an hour ago. I was about to leave my room when I heard something flatter against my window. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, walking towards it as I saw Steve and Nancy standing outside.

“Y/N! Hey, do you need a ride to the party?” She asked me, a smile on her face as I silently cheered.

“Oh my god. What timing you have! I do, I’ll be down in a minute,” I called out, closing the window quickly before heading down the stairs, telling a quick goodbye to my parents before meeting up with the couple.

Once I was in sight of them, their eyes widened, looking me up and down and I began to feel self-conscious. Did I look bad?

“Holy shit, Y/N! You’re rocking this,” Nancy complimented and I sighed in relief, moving some hair out of my face.

“Oh good. I thought I looked terrible or something,” I muttered, playing with my fingers. “Shall we?” I asked, motioning towards Steve’s BMW.

The three of us got into his vehicle before Steve began driving down the road. I hummed quietly to the song that was playing on the radio, hearing their mindless banter. I glanced towards them, seeing Steve take her hand in his, frowning slightly at the sight, swallowing hard before I look back out the window.

We arrived at Tina’s house in record time, seeing a bunch of teenagers inside dancing and drinking. I got out of the car, brushing my outfit off before taking a deep breath. I could see Billy through the window, looking fine as ever as I began to get a little nervous.

I followed the couple into the house, feeling a bit crowded as I headed straight towards the kitchen, getting a cup of punch. My eyes looking for the tall hunk, noticing him standing with Tommy H and Carol. I down a couple of cups, gathering up the courage to go say something to him when I notice Billy being lifted upside down, chugging the keg.

Alright… that’s kinda hot. Everyone around them began chanting his name and I gulp one more drink before heading that way.

I stood in front of Tommy H, Billy, and another guy I don’t recognize, feeling their eyes on me. “Hey, Billy,” I bit my lip, twirling a piece of my hair around my finger as his eyes roamed my body.

“Hey. Y/N, right?” He asked and I nodded my head, attempting to look sexy, but probably failing miserably.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna get out of here and well you can imagine the rest…” I trailed off, my eyes drifting towards the revealed skin.

Billy chuckled, shaking his head a bit as my smile faltered. “Sorry Y/N, you seem like a nice girl, but nah,” he muttered before pushing past me.

I cleared my throat, noticing everyone staring at me, trying not to laugh as I bolted. I ran out of the house and started walking down the street as tears were streaming down my cheeks. He didn’t have to say it so bluntly…

I began to shiver as I walked home, seeing a few kids trick-or-treating as I gave them fake smiles while walking by. I violently wiped the tears from my face, jumping quite a bit when I heard a car honk from behind me.

“Y/N?” Steve called out and I turned around, seeing him standing by the driver's side door. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?”

“I’m walking home, Steve. What’s so crazy about it?” I asked, glaring at the older boy.

“It’s freezing out though. You’re going to get sick,” he muttered jogging towards me as he placed his blazer on my shoulders. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

I whispered a quiet “thank you,” getting into the passenger seat, feeling the heat hit my skin. I stared at my lap, the events of tonight replaying in my head as more tears fell from my eyes. “Where’s, um, w-where’s Nance?” I asked, stuttering a bit.

“Oh, she’s still at the party. She, uh, didn’t want to leave yet,” Steve whispered, gripping his hand on the wheel.

“Then why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with her?” I continued asking questions, furrowing my eyebrows together as I looked at the side of his face.

“Funny story. I-I think we broke up…” He started, rubbing his face with his free hand before glancing towards me. “According to her, everything is bullshit, including our relationship. S-She also said she didn’t love me, so.” I frowned, leaning my head against the headrest.

“You’re not the only one who had a shitty night. I got rejected in front of probably sixty people,” I muttered, voice cracking slightly as I could feel my skin get hot with anxiety. Steve parked in my driveway, turning the car off before facing me. “I, uhm, I asked Billy if he’d wanna leave and we could do stuff, ya know? And he just blatantly said no. I honestly thought I might’ve had a shot… what a stupid thought.”

“That’s not a stupid thought. You looked incredible tonight and if Billy can’t see that then he’s obviously blind,” Steve told me and I glanced towards him, sniffling slightly.

“Really?” I asked, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks as he nodded his head, giving me a small smile.

“Yeah, of course. You’re a beautiful girl, Y/N. Inside and out,” Steve complimented and I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. We sat in silence for a couple minutes before I came up with an idea.

“Oh my god, Steve,” I exclaimed a little loudly, gripping his forearm. “Help me make him jealous.”

“What? No, no way,” he muttered, shaking his head as his wonderful hair shook as well. “Y/N…” Steve started but I cut him off.

“Come on, please! Just do this one thing for me. It doesn’t have to be for long, only until he realizes what he can’t have,” I explained and Steve sighed loudly, looking out the window.

“Fine, I’ll help.”

“Yes! Thank you, thank you!” I squealed, pressing my lips to his cheek before getting out of his car. “I’ll call you in the morning,” I yelled before going inside my house.

Stranger Things Taglist: @lay-all-on-me @lovefilledtragedy

[littlespoonevan]

24 ;) (yes, another one) U KNEW this would happen on some level after you reblogged that ahjsggsh

anon said: Ciara! Cuddle prompts💚💚💚💚 no. 24 please.

anon said:24 pleaseee ❤❤

okay, given four people prompted this (the other one’s still in my inbox bc they picked another number too) i figured i should start with this one lmao i hope u all like it!!!!

*

Isak would like the record to show that he fuckinghates house parties. But not quite as much as he hates his friends right now.

Said house party is currently over, with the last fewstragglers searching for coats or bags or the last precious drops of vodka they’dbrought with them but hadn’t finished and Isak can’t find his friends anywhere.And of course, none of them are answering their phones because they’re all toobusy being shitfaced drunk or hooking up with random girls.

By the time he’s searched the house in its entiretyfor the second time he comes to the conclusion they’re not here anymore andIsak would just go home but the thingis: he doesn’t know where the fuck he is.

This party was the friend of Jonas’ weed guy’s friendor something and Isak hadn’t been paying all that much attention on the way over,still riding the buzz from their pregame. Checking the time on his phone tellshim all the trams and buses have stopped for the night so his only choice is tospend a small fortune on a taxi home.

He just needs to find someone who can actually tellhim what this place’s address is.

“Are you okay?”

Isak whirls around at the sound of the voice, mouthopen and ready to speak but- oh hello.

Isak doesn’t know who the fuck the guy standing infront of him is but he might just be the most beautiful thing Isak’s ever laideyes on.

Beautiful guy raises his eyebrows and- oh right, Isakis supposed to talk.

“Uh, do you know the address for this place?” heasks, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “I came here with my friendsand now I can’t find them and I need to call a cab but I don’t actually knowwhere I am so…”

Isak trails off, feeling sheepish when the boy’s eyeslight up in amusement.

“I would hope I know the address given this is myhouse. I’m Even,” he introduces with an easy grin, holding a hand out for Isakto shake.

Isak takes it and tries not to think about how smoothand warm and Even’s palm feels against his own. “Isak,” he replies. “So um,your address?”

Even eyes him for a moment before he seems to make adecision. “You can just crash here tonight if you want?”

Isak feels himself gape, scrambling to come up withan articulate response. Did the handsome stranger actually just offer to lethim stay?

Even seems to take his silence for something else andquickly rushes to elaborate. “I- I don’t mean to make that sound like a line, Ijust mean it’ll probably cost you a lot to get a cab home and- you know, it’slate,” he finishes lamely.

Isak can’t help feeling a little – a lot – endeared by the anxious look onEven’s face and he lets himself smile. “I- if you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“No worries!” Even assures him, radiant smile back inplace. “Come on, I’ll show you the guest room.”

Isak follows him through the house, stepping overplastic cups and some questionable looking stains on the rug. When the get tothe supposed guest room it becomes abundantly clear it’s already occupiedjudging by the noises emanating from the other side of the door. Even grimaces,likely realising he’ll be the one to change those sheets in the morning, beforeglancing around the hallway.

“I’d let you take Yousef’s room but I know he’salready in there.” Even bites his lip as he deliberates and Isak tries to thinkabout anything other than what itmight feel like to kiss him.

“I know it’s shitty but I think the couch might be mynext best offer?”

“It’s totally fine,” Isak insists, trying very hardto appear nonchalant about this entire ordeal. “The fact you’re even letting mestay here is enough.”

Even smiles at him and leads him back towards theliving room…where apparently someone has taken up residence on the couch whilethey’ve been gone.

“Adam,” Even groans under his breath.

Whoever Adam is seems dead to the world where he’spassed out on the couch and Isak can’t see him moving anytime soon.

“It’s cool, I can just get a cab home,” he says,unsure why he feels a little bit disappointed. “Honestly, thanks for the offer.”

“You could stay in my room,” Even blurts out beforehis eyes widen like he can’t believe he just suggested that. “I mean. Oh jesuschrist- look. Isak, it’s like three o’clock in the morning and I know I probablysound so fucking creepy right now but it’s gonna cost you way too much to get ataxi and I can help you figure out what tram you need to get in the morning.And- and I make a mean hangover breakfast.”

Isak is grinning by the end of Even’s spiel and hecan’t help the laugh that spills out of him. “Well, with an offer like that…”

Even’s shoulders drop and he smiles, lookingrelieved. “Come on. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You don’t need to sleep on the floor,” Isak says,rolling his eyes as he follows Even back down the hall – even though as soon asthe words are out of his mouth he suddenly starts to panic. What if Even has asingle bed? He didn’t even think of that. Oh fuck.

When they get to Even’s room Isak’s panic is slightlyabated at the sight of a double bed but just as quickly he’s freaking out allover again because he’s about to share abed with an extremely attractive stranger he just met.

“Do you want a pair of sweats or something to changeinto?” Even offers and all Isak can manage is a mute nod before Even goesrifling through his wardrobe.

They get changed in silence and Isak stares at thebed, feeling slightly overwhelmed and extremely awkward as he asks Even, “So doyou have a side of the bed or…?”

“The right,” Even says with a small smile and Isaknods again, dutifully climbing in on the left side.

And then they’re sharing a bed.

And Isak thinks this is the first time he’s evershared a bed with someone sober at the end of a party.

He’s lying on his side with his back to Even and hecan’t tell which way Even is looking but he’s kind of hoping he’s looking atIsak.

“I didn’t see you at the party,” Even says after afew minutes, quiet voice sounding much louder in the stillness of the room.

“Yeah, we arrived pretty late,” Isak says, only nowrealising Even must be wondering why he’s even here in the first place. “It’sum- my friend Jonas was the one who found out about it. I think he might befriends with your friend or something.”

“Knew I hadn’t seen you before,” Even replies softly.“I would’ve remembered you if I had.”

And what does thatmean?

Isak surreptitiously attempts to take a deep breath,bunching up the duvet tighter under his arm. Unsure if it’s the darkness in theroom or the late hour or just the all-round bizarreness of the situation, Isakfinds himself saying, “I would’ve remembered you too.”

They’re quiet for a little longer and Isak feels justas much as he hears Even shifting on the bed beside him.

“Isak?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you comfortable enough?”

“I’m fine,” he whispers, even though there’s a knotin his gut that’s making it almost impossible to fall asleep.

Even falls silent again but it doesn’t feel final. Itfeels like the kind of silence that happens when you’re both trying to think ofsomething else to say.

“At the risk of making you want to leave this bed andwalk home, what are your thoughts on spooning?”

Isak’s breath lodges in his throat but he can’tignore the way his body lights up in anticipation at the words, nerve-endingstingling just at the thought.

Here’s one of the secrets of the universe that isIsak Valtersen’s body and mind: he’s been touch-starved for years. Here’sanother one: he craves intimacy, platonic or otherwise, more than anything elsein this world.

After what’s probably too long, Isak finds his voiceand manages to respond. “I think I wouldn’t be opposed.”

And then, like a series of puzzle pieces slottingtogether, Even slowly rolls onto his side and presses up against Isak’s back.His legs bend at the knees and align with the backs of Isak’s while his armcomes around Isak’s middle, locking into place, and his chin comes to restright against the ball of Isak’s shoulder.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Isak findshimself relaxing under the touch.

“You’re warm,” Even says and when his voice is rightby Isak’s ear like that, all soft and goosebump-inducing, how the fuck does heexpect Isak to survive?

“And you’re an incredibly generous host.”

Even laughs and, in his attempt to be quiet, it comesout something close to a giggle and jesus christ, Isak is in love.

“Maybe I just got really lucky when I found a cuteboy in my living room and decided to seize the opportunity.”

“I knew you paid your friend to pass out on thecouch,” Isak quips, biting back a grin and squeezing his eyes shut when Evenlaughs again.

“I didn’t but I’ll be making Adam extra pancakes inthe morning to say thank you.”

“Do I get pancakes?”

“Mm,” Even hums. “If you’re lucky you might even geta phone number too.”

Isak briefly turns his head, smothering his smile inthe pillow and trying in vain to ignore the giddiness swelling in his stomach. “Iguess I better stay and find out then.”

“I guess you should.”

“Goodnight, Even.”

“Night, Isak.”

*

[closeyoureyes-andimagine]

Willing, For You (Vinny Mauro Imagine: Full Length Story)

Vinny Mauro x Character (Amy)

First Person POV

Warnings: Language, a little bit of fluff, slightly sexual content (no details of sex, but it is mentioned)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I wrote this in the future. I know he is 24, not 25. I wrote this as if this is next year, when I’d be 21. Also, no, my name is not Amy. LOL.

I’m a huge fan of Motionless in White. I have been for about 6 years. I’m also a huge fan of their drummer, Vinny Mauro. I think he’s extremely attractive.

He posted on his Instagram story today that he is in Philly, where I live. MIW isn’t on tour right now; he’s just visiting friends here. I thought long and hard about semi-stalking to find out where he is so I can “accidentally run into him”, but decided against it. He’s here on his small break from tour to see friends. Let me not intrude and be super fucking weird about it.

I made plans to distract myself from the fact that he is probably super close to where I am. I decided to do a little retail and food therapy all by myself. It was a lovely day. It’s July, but it wasn’t too hot like last summer. I put on a cute outfit and was having a great hair and makeup day. Why not hit the town?

I Ubered to a good spot in a place called Center City. It’s basically “downtown”. There’s a shit ton of stores and other businesses and a lot of great restaurants, fancy and casual. I started walking around, checking out boutiques and hitting up a few chain stores like Sephora, H&M, and Urban Outfitters.

My ex, who is still my best friend, works at the Urban Outfitters up here. When I walked in, I immediately went down to the men’s section where he works. I saw a dude with his back facing me, and I thought it was my ex. I tapped on his shoulder and said, jokingly, “Hey, do you guys sell dildos here?” When the dude turned around, I was genuinely shocked (and embarrassed).

It was fucking Vinny Mauro.

“I don’t work here,” he giggled with wide eyes considering I just asked about fucking DILDOS.

“I-I... I’m sorry. I swore you were my friend who works here. Y’all are twins from the back. Also, I know you don’t work here. You’re Vinny Mauro, and I’m a huge fan of you,” I giggled back.

“Oh, cool! Hi! I’m Vinny,” he shook my hand in response. “What’s your name?” 

“I’m Amy. I was obviously just fucking around about the dildos, by the way.”

He smiled at me and gave a little laugh. I didn’t want to ask for a picture. I felt bad. I felt like I was bothering him and I didn’t want to come off as a fangirl. 

“Well, hey, I’ll leave you be. It was really nice meeting you! Sorry for being annoying,” I reluctantly said.

“Wait!” He exclaimed. “Do you wanna take a picture or something before you go?”

“Oh yeah, sure,” I said, pretending like that didn’t even cross my mind. “I didn’t want to be a bother!”

We took a few selfies. He looked cute in every one of them, of course. 

“Thank you so much,” I said shyly. “I appreciate it. Okay, NOW I’ll leave you be!”

He hugged me, thanked me for being a fan, and I went on my way. I looked around for my ex, only to find out that he wasn’t even working that day. Awkward.

I went to the book section. Urban has a great selection of books, in my opinion. I was really zoned out looking at what I haven’t seen before when I heard a familiar voice.

“Amy?” It was Vinny.

“Oh, hey! What’s up?”

“I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna go grab some food or coffee or something.”

I was shocked, and probably looking at him with my jaw 6 feet underground. “Of course, I’d love that.”

We left Urban. He asked if I knew of any good coffee shops and I offered up the one that I’ve been interested in trying that I heard great reviews about. We looked it up on Yelp, and he agreed to check it out. It was actually pretty close, and since it was a nice day, we decided to walk instead of Ubering anywhere.

On our walk, we got to know each other. He asked me a bunch of questions about myself, and I asked him things that we all, as fans, didn’t already know. Like what he does when he’s home from tour, what he looks forward to most when traveling, etc. When we finally arrived at the coffee shop and got our orders, we sat outside and talked more.

“Wait, you really wrote fanfiction about me? HAHA, that’s amazing. Lemme read it!” He laughed so hard.

I was so embarrassed! “NO WAY! It’s like every other one you’ve probably read already - tons of rough sex and embarrassing descriptions of what it felt like,” I admitted.

He laughed but didn’t seem at all creeped out. He thought it was genuinely entertaining. THANK GOD.

“The thing about fanfiction is, like... I’m not really like that. I’m definitely not that forward with girls and I have little to no game whatsoever. So it’s really funny to see the way people imagine me when they’re writing these stories,” He said, looking down, as if him admitting his game with women sucked dick hurt his ego.

“What? Little to no game? You haven’t even TRIED game on me and I’m already won over,” I flirted, smirking a little.

He looked shocked by what I said. “Really?”

“Well... Yeah, honestly. And no, it’s not because you’re like... Famous.”

He smiled. “Then what is it?”

I took a long breath before answering. “I can tell when people are cool. You are cool. You seem like a good, down to earth kind of dude. We don’t get a lot of those around here. I feel super comfortable talking to you and would love to do that for forever.” I laughed to make myself sound less creepy.

He smiled again. This time, even bigger. “That’s really sweet. Thank you,” he replied softly. “It’s nice to know you see me like that.”

“It is?” I questioned.

“Yeah. I feel the same way about you. I didn’t know you at all earlier, but after talking to you for 5 seconds, I wanted more. That’s why I asked you to hang out. It felt different than a normal fan encounter.” That was actually something I took as a huge compliment. I always say that when I meet “celebrities”, I want them to think, hey, she wasn’t insane and obsessed. She was normal and cool.  And I seemed to have accomplished that with Vinny.

“Well, good. That is actually really nice to hear.”

He smiled at me even more. I smiled back. We were silent for what felt like ages but what really was .2 seconds.

“Wanna get out of here?” Vinny asked.

“Sure. Where to, my liege?” 

He ordered an Uber and took me to his AirBNB. At first I was super nervous. I haven’t been alone with a guy I’m attracted to in like... Almost 2 years. After walking inside, sitting down, and turning the TV on, I was relaxed.

We talked more about our lives. It got deep pretty fast, and I loved being so open with him. It felt easy and super normal, almost as if we’ve known each other for years. At one point, he asked me about my last relationship and why it ended, to which I answered, “we weren’t clicking as a couple. Friendship was at the forefront of it all, so we called it off. It’s so much better that way. No pain.”

He smiled when I said that. He said it was super mature of me to think of it that way, which I never considered it to be before.

After we finished talking about my ex, he inched closer to me, placing his hand on my thigh. He looked down at his hand and then flicked his eyes back up to mine.

“I like you, Amy,” he sighed. “I don’t want to be too forward, but I also don’t wanna miss any chances.”

I stuttered a little until I could form a sentence. “It’s not too forward. Please take the chances I’m offering you. I approve.” I said seriously, but still being a little funny to make him feel comfortable.

He leaned into me. He moved his hand to my face. His fingers traced the perimeter, continuing into my hair. He very lightly tugged, not to jerk my head back, but just to put that sort of intense energy out there. I loved it.

I looked at his soft lips, back up to his eyes, back down, back up... I continued doing so until he couldn’t take it anymore and gently, but passionately, put his lips on mine. He was being careful but at the same time, rough. It was a nice in-between feeling. 

His hands left my face and trailed down my shoulders to my waist and lower back. His fingertips tickled each part of me on the way down, causing me to shiver. I smiled into the kiss. He felt me smile, so he followed suit. It was pretty adorable.

He pulled me closer and closer until, eventually, I was straddling him. It wasn’t sexual, which was interesting. It was loving; tender, even. His hands never went lower than my waist. They never grabbed my breasts. They stayed in safe places with little tickles and squeezes here and there. After a while, he pulled away, looked into my eyes. His were sparkling.

“Can I be forward?” He asked.

“Of course,” I replied, excitedly. 

“I literally am buzzing. I feel sparks.” He smiled while he said it, as if he was in shock that he felt that with someone who is practically a stranger.

I didn’t know how to respond. The truth was that I was feeling the same way. Even though he just said it, I didn’t know if I should, as well. I felt nervous to admit it. I didn’t want to seem to forward the same way he didn’t. But I conceded. 

“Vinny,” I started, somewhat breathless. “I feel the same way. I never felt like that kissing someone before.”

“Me either,” he confessed. “I kinda want to ride this wave out. But I have to be completely blunt and forward with you, okay?”

I was nervous to hear what followed that set up.

“I’m 25. Even though I tour all over, I still am looking for something more serious. Exclusive. Real. I know we just met, but are you willing to see where this goes and take it in that direction?” He looked at me very intensely, awaiting my response. I knew what my answer was, but was slightly hesitant.

I took a deep breath, exhaled, and began. “Yes. I am willing. I would want nothing more than that. I’m willing to accept that sort of lifestyle for you. I really can feel that this is something good we got here, already, even after a few hours of being with each other. Is that weird?”

He smirked. “No. It’s not weird. It’s a connection,” he insisted. I was happy to hear him say those words.

We kissed again. This time, more intensely until it led to something more heated.

*a few hours later*

It was getting late. He had to meet up with some friends, and I had to head home and shower. I had some shows to catch up on my DVR. Big plans, I know.

I thanked Vinny about a thousand times for hanging out.

“So... What now?” I asked, checking up on his previous want to continue our rela-uh... Whatever this is right now.

We finally exchanged numbers and all of our social media usernames.

“I’ll text you later. My plan is to see you whenever it’s possible. I want to know you more and see where we end up. I feel good about us.” He answered.

I was grinning from ear to ear. “That sounds lovely.”

I got in his car. He drove me to my house, opening my car door for me when we arrived. He led me to my front door, hugging my waist and kissing my neck before letting me go.

“Thank you,” he said. “I’m happy.”

“I am, too,” I hummed. I hugged him again, kissing the side of his forehead.

We said our goodbyes. I was sad to see him go, but was ecstatic knowing that this wasn’t the end. There was much more to come, and I couldn’t wait to see the story unfold. This was such an unexpected chain of events with the most beautiful ending. I watched him as he got back into the driver’s seat of his Buick. He looked back at me, smiled, honked twice, and slowly drove away into the night.

I went inside and shut the door behind me, slowly sliding down to the floor. I grinned up at the sky. I didn’t know how I couldn’t sleep when Vinny was going to be running through my mind for the rest of eternity.

[sweetnestor]

On Days Like This | Chapter 1

teamiplier + oc, romantic/angst/platonic

PREVIOUS FICS (if you’re new here then I suggest reading these first)

Leave it to me, Bella fucking Santiago to get sick the day we leave for tour. I mean, I saw it coming. I’ve had anxiety/travel sickness before. Unlike the rest of the group, this was my first time being on the road for an extended amount of time. Of course I was nervous. Of course I was panicking and even throwing up over the thought of sharing a confined space with a bunch of people, half of which were strangers.

Since I had missed the shows in June due to mental health issues, it was important that I went to this one. I had a big part in writing the script (AKA, the bits and pieces that weren’t improv) and I needed to be there. Not only that, I had been helping Mark with his singing and guitar playing since he started practicing earlier in the year, and he wanted me to sing with him onstage.

I wasn’t used to being so busy. I liked it, though. It distracted me from the oncoming anxiety attacks. Well, I usually had those at the end of the day, and it’s not like I had a choice over when I would get these attacks, but I preferred it that way. At least I wasn’t acting up in the middle of a meeting or rehearsal. Ethan was always there to calm me down too, so I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t suffering in silence anymore, and I was still getting used to that.

Anyway, I had been dreading the tour thing and sharing a bus overall, but the actual nausea didn’t start until we had flown to Kentucky. Literally, the moment we landed (oh yeah - I went on my fifth plane ride this year) my stomach got all grumbly and gross. I threw up in one of the airport bathrooms. Twice.

Mark and I practiced our singing nonetheless, just like we had been rehearsing at home. We were actually going to sing together on stage. Of course, each of us got our own solos, but for most of the set, we were going to duet. I was crippled with anxiety over that too, so I had to make a beeline to the nearest toilet or trash can every so often. Thankfully, it didn’t disturb my singing ability too badly, but it was still a bit concerning to the people around me.

“Think you’ll be okay before our first show?” Mark asked me when we were in my hotel room. We had been busy with other tour stuff, so we took whatever chance we had to rehearse our set.

“I’m drowning myself in chamomile and Pepto,” I replied, pointing to my cup of tea that was on the coffee table.

“Tour starts in two days, though. And you’re already…” he trailed off.

“A mess,” I finished for him. “I know. But I don’t think it’s a big deal if I end up having to miss the set. The audience is there for you, anyway.”

“Yeah, but I need you there,” he told me.

So I kept going. For the next two days, I was either singing or sleeping. Me being me, I also got a visit from the red dragon the night before the very first show. That was the same night we all had to get on the bus and sleep on the ride to the venue.

The bunks on the bus were practically coffins. Thank god I wasn’t claustrophobic. I couldn’t properly crawl into a ball the way I normally would when the time of the month hit me. All I could do was sleep facing the wall (Ethan claimed the only bunk with a window) and hope that the cramps would be gone in the morning.

Well…

I woke up to more overwhelming nausea. Maybe that was due to taking painkillers late at night on an empty stomach. I was lucky enough that I didn’t actually blow chunks until we were off the bus. The second I stepped off, I ran around near the fence and coughed up my insides. Ethan quickly followed my trail to help me, but he was noticed by fans. That kinda sucked.

Vomiting and bleeding didn’t indicate that something was horribly wrong. I blamed it on stress, anxiety, and menstruation. Sure, the cramps got a little more intense and even spread to my lower back after I puked in one of the venue’s bathrooms, but I was fine overall. It was nothing I couldn’t handle. I even managed to hold down some pieces of toast and two more painkillers by the time I had to rehearse with Mark.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked me as he tuned out his guitar. “You don’t have to do this.”

“You said you needed me,” I reminded him.

“I spew out a lot of bullshit,” he said, waving it off. “If you’re really not okay, you can sit this one out.”

“I agree,” said Ethan from the doorway. I didn’t even realize he had been listening. “You really don’t have to do this.”

Honestly, it would be an absolute miracle if I sang my heart out on stage without throwing up. But I didn’t want it to stop me. I had come all this way, mentally preparing for this plethora of events, only to be stopped by some tummy grumbles? No. Not in this lifetime.

“It’s just the nerves,” I justified with a shrug. “After I get the first performance done, the nausea will go away.” Of course, I could feel what little food I had consumed threaten to come back up just as I said that.

Ethan approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Hey. I love you. But you don’t look well.”

I placed my hand over his. “I love you too. And I’m fine.”

“Can you do your warm ups without vomiting?”

He knew me too well.

“No, yeah, let’s do that,” Mark said. “If you can get through our warms ups, then you can perform tonight.”

What am I, fifteen? Incapable of making decisions for myself? Okay, yes, I threw up into the trash can after three scales, but at least I took the initiative to haul my sick ass back onto the bus for some peace and quiet. I decided to stay there for the rest of the morning, and it wasn’t just because the pain in my lower abdomen was getting more intense. So intense, in fact that I groaned in agony once I was alone on the bus. I wasn’t even sure the sleeping bus driver heard me.

I hunched over slightly as I stumbled through the vehicle. The nausea was now overpowered by the pain in my pelvis. At least I wasn’t throwing up anymore…

Being in my bunk didn’t help at all. It was too small and cramped, but I had nothing else. Plus, I was experiencing quite the heavy flow, and the sofas in the ‘lounge area’ didn’t deserve that. I just dealt with rolling around in the tight space, hoping to sleep off whatever this was.

Knowing me and my luck, I figured out what it could possibly be. The pain got worse the longer I stayed curled up in my bunk, and it only confirmed my thoughts even more. At one point, I was rapidly tossing and turning, hitting the back wall with my fist in order to cope with it. I was breathing so hard, I couldn’t tell if it was due to the pain or a panic attack. The room spun every time I opened my eyes, so I couldn’t grab my phone to text Ethan that I was getting worse. I had a scary idea of what was going on, I just had to tell someone.

“Help…” I croaked out, but then I felt another sharp, shooting pain in my lower abdomen. “Ahh!”

My fingers scraped against the wooden edge of my bunk. I kicked the bottom of my feet against the end of the small space. I cried out some more as it got more and more excruciating. When I finally heard footsteps, I stuck my hand outside the tiny cubicle, hoping to flag the person down. I was relieved to see that it was Kathryn.

She squatted down so she was peering into my bunk. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “I think…” I groaned. “Miscarriage…”

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It’s Strange - Chapter 21

DISCLAIMER: Hey hey peoples, so I know I haven’t written a whole lot since June, but since I am not as busy now and am not the type to give up on anything, I may as well finish it all off before the premiere of Stranger Things 3 and It Chapter 2! I have added a few new characters since this is of course, a crossover of Stranger Things and Stephen King’s It. In case you haven’t read the other chapters, links are just below!  Anyways stay gold and enjoy! Next bit will be out tomorrow!

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve , Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen , Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen, Chapter Nineteen , Chapter Twenty

September 18th, 1987

~

It was Friday night, and the party had decided to take a break from the books and spend some time together like they did every few weeks during the school year. 

By the time they had come out of the bowling alley, it was already dusk. 

Neither of them had their license yet, so they walked back to the Wheeler-Tozier residence, which was only a 15 minute walk away. 

A few cars were driving by in the night, swifting past them as they walked

Mike and Eleven held hands while Will swung alongside them, he had been long time best friends with Mike, and got along well with his stepsister, so why not?

Max and Lucas were also hand-in-hand while listening to the jokes Dustin and Richie were pulling jokes and knocking on other people’s doors while Eddie kept telling them off every time they did.

“That is so not funny.” Eddie would say

“Me and Richie are both 16 and he still hasn’t grown up yet.” Mike nudged, “Give him time.”

“Honestly Mike, I don’t think he will either.”

In order for Richie and Dustin to quit their nonsense, Will and Eleven had to make an invisible type of shield with their minds to stop them from going onto other people’s properties. 

“Aww, come on!” Dustin groaned, “You guys are no fun.”

“Mike, tell Eleven to stop or I’ll tell everyone it was you who put graffiti in the back lot.” said Richie

“We don’t even go to the same school, dickhead!” Mike said, “Wait, you did what -”

Their trail of thoughts suddenly got interrupted by a car honking their horn loudly, right next to the bunch.

With tinted windows, cheap engine, and the gang staring at who could be inside, it reveals to be the worst type of people the party know - Troy, James, and two colleges friends of theirs.

When they look again, reveals to be one of the worst people the losers and Max would know - Kevin. 

“Ohh hello there dweebs, I see you’re all in high school but with NO LICENSE!!!” says Troy, followed by the rest of their drunken laughter. 

They try to ignore them, but they keep on honking compulsively, driving the gang up the wall

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up!” Richie yells

Troy stares at him coldy, “Oh, frogface with glasses decides to mess with us, huh?”

Mike and Eddie nudge him to shut up, then Troy and the rest of his gang decide to come out.

“Look, we don’t want to talk with you.” says Mike 

“Yeah, fuck off!” Dustin says

Troy, James, Kevin, and the other two college guys stand there, looking like they are ready for action.

“I think I’ve picked at you enough for one night.” says Troy, “But not everyone.”

Troy’s gang looks over at Eleven and Will, knowing what they are capable of.

“Just a question for you freakshows; what’s it like having a criminal for a brother and slut for a sister?”

Eleven and Will knew they were talking about Catherine (007) and Johnathan, but were so furious they forgot to act upon their powers

Kevin stood in front of James and Troy

“Oh heyyy, if it isn’t two losers I haven’t seen in ages!” Kevin laughed, “Thank god for that, so glad my fat cousin and annoying aunt moved the hell out.”

“Ben’s actually losing weight yknow!!” Eddie blurted out

Kevin scoffed

“Oh yeah, I remember your freaky sister Ella! Not sure who was more fun to pick at back in private school, her or that stupid redhead Max. Yknow, since neither of them say anything hardly!”

Max saw how Eddie was starting to boil, and decided to intervene, even though he was quite a bit taller than her now.

“Look, Kevin, you’re just a drunk prick and need to watch what you say.” said Max, “And to be politically correct, you still go to public school with me. And you’re best off leaving my friends and myself alone.”

Max couldn’t wait to go back to public school for senior year, especially away from Kevin. 

“Do you understand?” Lucas got up in Kevin’s face, ready to take him down at any chance, “Eleven, Will, do your thing.”

Adrenaline rushed in Eleven and Will’s blood, the connection both now-siblings share, ready for the unpredictable to happen.

First, the car alarm goes off, sending Troy and his gang into panic mode.

Then, Troy and James’ pants fall down by an invisible force, causing everyone to burst into laughter

The two college boys have their heads bumped into each others, making them groan in agony.

And last but not least, Kevin pees himself.

Troy gives everyone a death glare, followed by the rest of his gang rushing to the car and for them to get out of there.

“NEXT TIME YOU MESS WITH US OR ANY OF OUR SIBLINGS, THEY’RE GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!” Dustin yells

The car speeds off into the night, tires screeching down the road.

“Don’t worry Dustin, I don’t think they’re going to mess with any of us anytime soon, or ever.” says Mike

~

September 25th, 1987

The following week, since everyone else was busy with other courses in high school, Dustin, Lucas, and Max decide to head down to the arcade themselves.

Steve offers to carpool the teenagers at each of their houses, and him and Emma have gotten relatively close, and she decided to come along.

Dustin and Lucas are the first to be picked up, Mrs. Sinclair at the door waving goodbye

“Have fun sweeties!!” she calls out, “I LOVE YOU!!!”

Lucas is visibly embarrassed, but rush him and Dustin to the car

“Nerds!!” Erica laughs

When they get to Max’s house, Mrs. Mayfield walks Max to the car while Mr. Hargrove could be heard yelling at Billy inside the house

During the car ride, it’s only then they notice that Steve AND Eleven’s sister were actually together, alone.

“Sooo, Steve, Em, are you guys like, a thing or something now?” Dustin says smoothly

“Welllll...” says Steve

“I’m picky, so he’s lucky I gave him the chance. Took a while, but now both feelings are mutual.” Emma responded with a wink

Max was there rolling her eyes at the weird questions Lucas and Dustin asked them

“Anyways you’ll never guess what happened to the three of us last weekend!” Dustin announced

~

Next Chapter: To Be Continued

[supernatural-squadd]

The Other Brother

Request: Ok, so I was wondering if you could make a fic were little!sister reader and Cas steal the Impala and end up going on a drive around seeing different things in the town, because of a fight the reader had with Dean, and Cas talk about it with her and gives her advice ?

Characters: The boys.

Warnings: Light language, like always, mentions of drugs, mentions of abuse, baby Angst

A/n: Requested by @@thewinhunter

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Sister tag list: @winchesters-favorite-girl

To be added to any of my tag lists, just ask <3

 "You can't keep me from my other biological brother Dean!" yelling at the top of your lungs, your voice boomed off of the bunker's walls.

"I can if he's an abusive asshole to you!" he yelled right back at you, just as loud if not louder than you had. "As long as you're living with us, you can't just go around doing whatever the hell you want, you're almost fifteen, not eighteen,"

"You're such a controlling asshat!" maybe it wasn't the best idea for you to call him that...or yell even louder than you already had. From the look on his face, he was going to physically pick you up and drag you to your room, so you saved him the trouble and went yourself.

Oh, you wanted to slam the bedroom door as hard as you could, but it was best not to anger the bear you'd just poked at anymore. Who did Dean think he was? You're dad? John never really liked you, you were the mistake child. His sin against Mary. Not like it mattered because he put raising and protecting you on your older brothers, mainly Dean. I guess he was taking it pretty damn literal to the last word and period in the "How to be a douche over protective brother". It was all so damn overwhelming. The arguing. The schooling. Hunting. Seeing your other brother Adam just happened to be at the top of that list right now.

Dean hated him, with a passion. Adam had made the wrong decision and decided to get high off his ass and put his hands on you. God, Dean was furious. Sam had to stop him from putting a bullet in him, knowing you'd hate him for killing your brother. Adam was the one connection you had to your mother, the one thing that linked you to the other half of your family was him. Nobody wanted you in their lives but him. Couldn't blame him. You were the 'one night-stand whore baby'.

Now you sat in your room, thinking about it all. Thinking about how you ended up in this life. This wasn't your choice, but this was your only way to be with family growing up. But you were older now, could take care of yourself. You didn't want Sam and Dean protecting you and being there constantly, you could take care of yourself...right?

Grabbing your duffle bag, you began throwing clothes into it in a sloppy manner. Anything you could fit, you packed. Of course a few guns you'd kept stashed were thrown in, obviously you'd need them for protection. Where would you go? Honestly, anywhere but here. Being around your two brothers really wasn't something in anybody's favor right now. Everything was ready to go, now the waiting began. It took forever for the boys to fall asleep but you were willing to wait for your moment to make a run for it.

The black digital clock with bright red numbers read 3am, they had to be asleep by now. Dean probably trailed off to bed an hour or so ago, Sam more than likely not far behind him. This was it- your moment.

Opening your door quietly, you walked at a fast pace as soon as you had exited your room. But something stopped you. Someone. Cas.

"Where are you going?" he spoke in a hushed tone, knowing if Dean woke up all Hell would break loose in the bunker- again.

"Anywhere but here, I'm going to hitchhike. Don't worry I've got guns," was this supposed to make him more at ease? Well it didn't.

"Come on," his body began moving towards the garage were Baby sat.

"Uh, where exactly?" where was he planning on taking you?

"I wouldn't feel safe with you riding with a stranger. I'll give you a ride," okay, that's nice. But he didn't have a car.

Walking not far behind him, he opened Baby's driver door and motioned for you to get in the passenger side. Dean would be so pissed, maybe that's what urged you to hop in and go, because you did. Neither of you knew where you were going exactly, but he just drove anyways. Moving like his life depended on it once he started her up, knowing the sound would wake Dean if he wasn't listening to music. You didn't even bother asking Cas where you two were going, to be fair you said 'anywhere but here'.

Both of you drove all night long, meaning until the sun came up seeing as you hadn't left until 3am or so. You'd passed out, staying up all night really took a lot out of you, but he let you sleep. The sound of both of your phone's going off simultaneously woke you up. Glancing down a name you didn't want to see popped up, "Sam". While Dean was calling on Cas's cell. Rolling down your window, you chucked the IPhone out into the wind, and casually rolled it back up as though nothing had happened. Your phone had a tracking device in it, Cas just had to turn off his locator app, and he did.

"Where are we?" the clock on his phone read 12pm, had you guys really been driving this long?

"I'm not too sure, but I know the way back to the bunker after I drop you off wherever it is you're going," his eyes looked over at you, then back at the road.

"Truth is, I have no clue where I'm going to go..." your head dropped a little lower than it already was. The feeling of the car pulling off to the side of the road caught your attention.

"I figured you'd go live with Adam, he is the whole reason you're leaving," Cas was right, where were you going to go? Adam could barely take care of himself, let alone a teenager.

"I want to live with him- but I don't at the same time," this was all so confusing for you, what you wanted was clear but foggy at the same time.

"Then why don't you?" Baby was off now, Cas spoke in a calm tone, looking directly at you. But your eyes wandered everywhere but into his.

"Because, I'll never see any of you again. He doesn't even have his own place Cas, I lied to Sam and Dean and said he did so they'd let me go see him. We slept on some stranger's couch, and walked around the streets that weekend I was with him...he was so high," your eyes teared up at the last two words you said. "Dean was right, he's not safe for me to be around. But I still love him Cas. He's my brother regardless of the dumbass decisions he makes," the tears were pouring violently from your eyes, it sucked being torn between two different sides of the family.

"Y/n, Dean isn't saying you shouldn't love him, he's your family. Just because he doesn't make smart choices doesn't mean he doesn't love you any less either. He needs help, and Sam and Dean- all of us just want to make sure he gets that help before he puts you in danger. Talk to Adam, let him know how you feel, tell him how much you love and care about him. We all want you to be in his life, be happy, but your safety comes first," every word he said only made you cry harder and allow his voice to flow deeper into your mind.

"I thought I didn't need protection anymore- I thought I could take care of myself, I was wrong Cas. I need you guys more than anything, more than I need anything in my life," you tried your best to wipe away the tears that had stained your face, he pulled you into his chest and helped calm you back down.

His phone rang once again, he was just about to decline when you held your hand out to answer it. Dean's voice was on the other end, extremely pissed off and rough.

"Where the hell is Y/n, and where the hell is my Baby?" you'd never heard so furious, he didn't know he was speaking to you.

"Cas was going to drop me off somewhere so I wouldn't have to hitch-hike," your face bunched up, knowing he was more than likely even more mad than before.

"And why exactly would you be sneaking out at the asscrack of dawn?" Dean spoke again, a little harsher than before.

"Please tell me you weren't running away?" you must've been on speaker because Sam was piping into the conversation.

"I'd be lying if I said that, and I think we all know that," Cas was looking at you, watching as your facial expressions became more and more tense and filled with worry for what your punishment would be.

"Dammit Y/n. Where exactly did you think you'd go? I swear if you say-" might as well just finish Dean's sentence.

"Adam's," both of them scoffed on the other end of the phone. "But I realized how much I need you guys, not just to visit. You're both a constant in my life and have been since I was a baby. I need you guys to help me from making stupid choices like the one I was about to make. To keep me safe from potentially dangerous situations. Older brothers aren't supposed to give you what you want, they're supposed to be a royal pain in the a- butt," a small smile was on your face, sniffling a little bit you wiped the last dried up tear from your red face.

"Dean, I think we're going to spend the day out and get some needed time off. We'll be back tomorrow if that's alright?" you leaned the phone in closer to Cas so he could speak clearly into the phone.

"Yeah, just don't let her drive, okay?" Dean's voice was once again normal, a hint of frustration was still in his voice but not nearly as bad as it was at the beginning of the discussion. "We love you, Y/n,"

"I love you guys too, buttheads," a small chuckle came from Sam on the other line at your words.

"Brat," both of them said almost at the same time, then the line clicked and you handed the phone back to Cas.

"Where do you want to go? There's a place you can grab some food, you must be hungry," the day must've been in your hands, cool.

"Definitely, can I drive though?"

That was the day you put a scratch on Baby and got the death sentence from Dean...