#makes me wanna draw a fox charm to put on

[enden-k]

im so proud of him

[nanamis-bigtie]

qué onda Bas! (what’s up Bas!)

For the little match up i got some stuff for you! Feel free to go at ur own pace since I know you got a lot of projects going on ^^

Im a Libra (09/22), a Fire Ox, ENTP, and aside from OP and drawing, I really like to go running and swimming. In my free time I take a lot of naps and I like to learn some cool history facts or a language. I always strive to improve myself one way or another.

Fun fact about me, I’ve always been compared to a fox for being quick witted and charming according to most hence why I usually got a lil fox emoji on most social media. At worst I get called a smart ass or a brat bc of that wit KDSKDSS.

Now it may be bc i’m a Libra or whatever but I’d like to assign you a blorbo as well!

For you I’d say Luffy is a great match since he’s a little rubber ball of sunshine who manages to make any unfavorable situation into a great story to talk about later.

Luffy would definitely ask you to write up little stories for him just for his entertainment and maybe show them off to Usopp and Chopper (maybe some of Usopp’s stories start to sound familiar lol). In our modern time, he’s the friend to call you up randomly to see if you would wanna go and eat at a restaurant with him “just because!” and take spontaneous trips around town and hang out afterwards.

Lastly, Luffy would be there to listen to you talk about what troubles you, not interrupting, and when the silence occurs. He’d grab his hat and put it on your head, patting your back afterwards or even hug you in silence if you’re comfortable with that. He’s a man of action when the time gets tough.

I hope you enjoyed that last part! Im not much of a writer so forgive me!

GOODNESS LUFFY, DON'T SHOW WHAT I WRITE TO CHOPPER, HE'S A CHILD, MINORS DNI 😭😭😭

Thank you so much, you made me smile again within a span of few days, you're truly a blessing, Alex 🥺

I match you with...

-> what a surprise huh BUT LOOK opposites attract right??? and we know from canon Robin has a huge weakness for lively people -> she's an archeologist who studied a dead language, so she has all the history & linguistic nerd stuff for your needs. and she has a willing ear to listen. she can flex. we all know people of science like to flex -> puts an extra pair of hands on your ears so you can nap in peace whenever you need. and she can touch you and play with your hair while doing something for herself, perfect -> try to challenge her wit, if you consider yourself a smartass ;)

[pastelpasteru]

can i request a fluff for suna x f!reader ?

so how about suna having a girlfriend who have a fox-like eyes , and she sits on his lap and ask him to put eyeliner for her cuz he is a pro at doing eyeliner and that's a big fact .

you can ignore it if you don't want to write it or it's making you feel uncomfy 💖💖 .

➧ Hello anon, apologies for the delay. I made this on the spot, haha.

“Fox eyes.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Suna doing his girlfriend's eyeliner and being a pro at it.

˚₊· Fluff • Suna Rintarou × F!Reader • Oneshot/Drabble

˚₊· Warnings — None, just fluff! BTW! This is slightly suggestive, and mistakes are present, much appreciated if you ignore them! (*´ω｀*)

˚₊· Requests? Sure, I accept those! Feel free to drop 'em! Though I am not sure that I'll do it.. ┐(´ー｀)┌

[🌸//💎] The first time is a fail, the second time is, too. Well, now, third time's a charm, right? It's just—too hard.

You said to yourself—grumbling as you continued to fail on putting eyeliner on your fox eyes. Attempting to speed up the process and only failing miserably.

“Ugh.. C'mon, just—make that nice curve and let's finish!” You growled, grabbing your make-up remover and wiping the failed stroke on your lids, not noticing that your boyfriend who has been watching you the whole time walking towards you.

“Babe, you almost done?” Suna asks with a chuckle, whispering to your ears, sending shivers down your spine—and causing you to whip your head to him.

“....Rin! You shocked me there... Anyway, give me five more minutes—!” You huffed, only to be pulled by your boyfriend to his lap on the bed.

“H..Hey, Rin, we're gonna be late, no time for, uh, this.” You muttered, averting your eyes away from his—receiving a smirk from the male.

“What are you talking about, babe? I'm just...” Trailing his words, Suna reached for your eyeliner with one hand, while the other stayed on your hip, holding it firmly and lowering you near his crotch.

“..Gonna do your eyeliner.” He continues, waving the product in front of you with his usual lazy look, while your cheeks heat up in embarrassment—thinking of something else.

“Ah, uhm, is that so? T..Thanks, I appreciate it. Do you know how to, though..?” Stumbling on your words, you placed your hands on his chest and asked him if he could—doubting your lover's skill in doing so.

“Of course, I'm a pro at it, heh..” He cooes, a finger taking your chin and pulling it close to his face. A quick kiss given to your lips before he opened the eyeliner. Preparing to make your fox eyes even more prettier.

“Just wait and see what I can do. I'll make you more prettier, babe. Prettier than you are now.” Smiling, he scanned your other eye that has an eyeliner before going to the other—drawing a quick stroke that matched it while you still sat on his lap. Amazed by your boyfriend, as per always.

“So, how's this?” Handling you a small mirror, Suna presented his work to you smugly, as you gasped—loving it.

“It's perfect! Thank you, Rin!” Leaning forward, you embraced the male who buried his face on your neck, drawing circles on your back.

“Mhm... Now we match. Fox eyed couple, yeah?” Suna says, kissing you once again and looking at the mirror with you—comparing your fox eyes with his.. “Yes.”

˚₊· Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs, and follows are highly appreciated. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

˚₊· Wanna send feedback, or messages? DM me here at Tumblr or at my Instagram and Facebook account, Pastel Pasteru. (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

˚₊· I just decided to do this now on the spot, lol. Sorry again for the late production of this work. I plan on closing my account, haha.

[🌸//💎] REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!

© Pastel Pasteru, 2021, please do not copy my contents or I'll come after you. Thanks.

[hajimariwaquartet]

Hi hi hi!!💕 Oh my goodness your a3der swap was so much fun i really had to come here again and let you know!! Oh, have you thought about doing more swap of these? Not to put pressure or anything because there are A LOT of things to take into consideration but i do think you would do such a good job!!

In any case, i loved it. Thank you so much!! 💕

awww thank you!! im glad you enjoyed it!! i was actually planning to doodle a few more scenes (sakuya going "FIGHT ME" to chikage, kumon being blinded by banri's smile, summer troupe hug pile, and fuyugumi getting their own tv show after one of tsumugi's directors sees them and goes "can i get you guys for my new show pleaseplease" ) but im less inclined to draw these days, unfortunately. but i'm planning on writing a fic for this swap au since i have so many things i wanna explore!!

here's a list of stuff i wanna explore in this au!!

sakuya having beef with both chikage and sakyo from main story conflicts + masumi going "hell no" when sakuya approaches him in act 1 for mankai

itaru being the first victim of sakuya's freaky strength

sakuya has a bit of a sore spot for being called short and he raises hell when someone does call him any form of short (midget, kid) and sakyo unfortunately stepped on a landmine when he called him a middle-schooler for his looks and temper (since swap sakuya reminds him of azami so much)

chikage thought his infiltration plan was Good but he didn't think of sakuya being ridiculously perceptive with his true intentions. chikage gets irritated with how eager he is to pick fights with him in particular, and hisoka's like "hey doesn't he remind you of you when you were younger" "shut up."

tenma helping out the summer troupe in their schoolworks and being the introvert adopted into the group of friends

tenma being generally a lot less outspoken and prideful compared to canon, but he's still sharp with acting as ever

tenma going along with misumi's triangle hunts and he finds himself actually enjoying hunts bc misumi makes it so fun

tenma is friends with taichi in this au, since taichi felt bad that he passed the audition that broke the actor tenma sumeragi. taichi hesitates when reni asks him to infiltrate mankai, and tenma's one of the reasons why he can't just bring himself to destroy mankai

swap banri and sakuya contrast and comparison (since both of their first arcs seem to rely on motivation and how it affects someone)

banri being an absolute angel!! and freaking out the readers and audience as well during picaresque, since no one expects the Prince of Hana High to play a gangster and banri not being the fox-faced gangster we know and love

sakuya, masumi, and banri being a legendary trio since no one understands why the hell are they all hanging out (until they learn they're in the same troupe, at least)

banri being motivated by spite to start acting properly, then he actually finds his motivation to act!! thanks to juza getting tired with his "others think this is okay" thinking and telling him off for it

tsumugi being dramatic and an expert on the screen, but kinda clumsy off the camera. imagine him playing a lucimugi role one minute, then he trips over some exposed wires the next minute.

tsumugi being Prideful™️ and a bit of dick too since i think it's interesting to explore a tsumugi like that

fuyugumi saving tsumugi when he forgets his disguise (again) since he's not used to being an actual celebrity (bc veludo theatergoers aren't the rabid type). hisoka and guy pull off some secret agent stuff, azuma charms their way out of the crowd, and tasuku just carries him like a sack of potatoes and runs.

tsumugi maknae (?) sorry i realized that he sorta looked like a kpop idol and i was like 👁👁

[mymegumi]

10:47PM

pairing: miya atsumu x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.0k words

warnings: implied sexual content, & drinking

notes: my submission for @kyotarou ‘s 24hr collab!! honestly such a fun piece to write and i’m sososo happy i get to be a part of it hehe. hope y’all like it mwah

Miya Atsumu was trouble.

That’s what all of the ladies at the office said, at least. You knew him only because he insisted on bothering your department when he had a spare moment from his own work, wiggling his way to your side of the offices with only a simple smile. He was charismatic, charming and apparently a heartbreaker, since he flirted with all the ladies at the office, but never took any of them on a date.

You weren’t exactly sure if the ladies were right, or if they were just over exaggerating since they were in love with him, and he didn’t put in the same effort in for them, but you weren’t one to question it. He was kind to you, didn’t make your job harder, and his flirting was easy to deflect when you knew what to look for.

The women were right though, he was trouble.

Somehow, despite all the warnings and listening to your coworkers complain about his lack of commitment, he still made your heart pound when he walked into the room. There was always something about his smile that made your world tilt on its axis, not completely off-set, but somehow still a bit different than before.

His smile was crooked, you remember noting that the first time you’d met. There was a boyish charm surrounding him, already, in the way he tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, and the twang of his accent that seemed to differentiate him from the city vernacular you’d been so used to hearing.

Atsumu, who insisted you called him by his first name since he was a twin and was used to it, had sidled up to your side of the desks, lips curling into a smile as he noted your work. You don’t even remember what you had been working on, the only memory of that day was the way your name rolled off of his lips, watching the way his mouth formed around each letter as if he wanted to savor it.

Office life with Atsumu around was, in short, terribly dreamy, and you didn’t know if you wanted him in your life more or less. You could probably get through the stacks of papers on your desk faster if he weren’t in your life, and yet, you couldn’t ever turn him down when he offered to get dinner.

Like tonight, he’d offered to pay for your dinner if you left the office right when you were allowed to leave, and when his bottom stuck out like that, how were you going to deny him? The conversation had flowed so easily, and you didn’t want to leave when he had mentioned a brand of beer he enjoyed, something about how they were coming out with a new flavor only sold in convenience stores.

That was how you ended up back at your apartment, the night life of the city beginning to awaken as you settled down on your couch.

A beer in your hand, a cute man on your couch, and a heat in your cheeks that wasn’t from the alcohol, your night had definitely been one for the books. 

The conversation was so smooth with him, it felt like the conversations about his brother and his family that lasted for at least a few hours passed by in only a couple of minutes. What was supposed to be only a singular shared beer ended up turning into finishing the whole six pack, the bottles haphazardly strewn across the coffee table.

“Y’know,” his words are a bit slurred on the edges, the ‘w’ drawing out as he tilts his head towards you, “I haven’t had this much fun in the city in a while.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls, Atsumu,” your eyes are rolling before you even know what’s happening, and you have to resist laughing at his look of indignation, “I’m not falling for your southern charm anytime soon, promise you.”

“Not like there’re a lot of other girls to be impressing.” He makes a noise at the back of his throat, something akin to protest as he leans closer to you, his hand on the outside of your thigh. “Y’think I have southern charm?”

You curse the way his mouth rolls over the r’s, as if they were falling down a hill without any hope of stopping. It stops you in your tracks as you let your eyes track to the clock on the wall above your door, hoping to find something—anything—to change the conversation away from the fact that you think your handsome coworker was charming.

“It’s past ten, Atsumu, you have to go if you don’t wanna miss the last train.” You try to avoid the way his eyes slide to your lips as you say it, something about the way his cheeks flush red from the beer makes your heart pound in your chest a bit.

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, instead letting his tongue poke out to wet his lips before speaking up, “I’m pretty sure I already missed the train headin’ towards my house. Think you could spare some housin’ for a man without a place to stay the night?”

“Depends,” you mutter, eyes trailing after his hand as it slides along the seam of the couch, “what’s the man got to offer me?”

“Somethin’ you’ve never experienced before.” His smile is sharp around the edges, fox-like and predatory and you remember him mentioning once that his alma mater’s mascot was a fox, now seeing it come to fruition in front of you.

You have to make sure you’re still breathing, because Miya Atsumu has stolen all the breath from your chest with a single phrase.

“Only if,” you start saying, watching the way he leans in, and you have to wonder if he’s leaning in or if you are, “you sleep on the couch.”

“If that means I can get into yer bed sooner, then that’s fine by me.”

The ladies at the office were right, Miya Atsumu is trouble. You like a little rule breaking, though, you discover on a night with a pack of beers emptied on your living room table, and a satisfied southerner that ends up sleeping in your bed.

[fumikomiyasaki]

🗝 Main Trio? Perhaps including Chizuko anyone will do.

Sadly my first attempt got erased so here is attempt two. For Mellow I continued your story from his point of view.

Mellow was sighing given Leroy dragged him to the ball. Overall he already felt lost between the crowd and the dancing.

"Relax, this mask should give you more confidence, after all it should give you more confidence to not show who you truely are."

"Easy for you to say Leroy.... you always make it seem easy."

He didn't want to come at first but Leroy and also another reason kept him from staying home. The other Reason just coming in. Fox ears, pretty short dress, a blood red mask. While others were chatting and dancing, Mellows eyes only focused on Lynette who came into the door.

However she seemed to walk outside to the courtyard instead of staying.

"Leroy, would it be alright if I come back later."

Leroy had a faint smile, seeing what Mellow was eying.

"Why should I stop you, you go."

Mellow followed her as she stopped suddenly. Looking at the moon.

"Its pretty isn't it." Lynette started a conversation without knowing who was with her. But as she saw Mellow she had to chuckle.

"N-Not as pretty as you are right now, Lynette..."

"I should have known you would know our meetup place."

"It was actually more of a coincidence but... still... I am glad to get out of this stuffy air and crowd."

He sat down with her on a bench.

"You seem less nervous than usual. "

"Maybe its because of this mask, Leroy tried to cheer me up with seeing it as something to hide behind."

Lynette took of his mask just to see his face light up a bit reddish and him begin to stutter again.

"I prefer this Mellow..."

He smiles slightly.

Lynette looked at the clock to see Midnight was drawing near.

"Hey... Wanna have a dance with me? It won't be long till midnight comes."

"I would be glad to...."

Many students turned around as a black masked, white haired pretty boy walked inside the ball room. Many didn't recognize him, many other girls began swooning of him. However he had one person he wanted to approach as he walked in the direction of Kiara.

"May I interest you in a dance, my lady?"

Her expression was surprised at the stranger, she might have blushed a little, but at first she didn't recognize him.

"I am sorry but I actually already wait for someone else."

"And what if this person was actually in front of you."

"Listen I-"

As he removed his mask, she recognized it was actually Eve, just older and a bit more fancy looking.

"It is you?"

"I just used my UM for a great Entrance, sorry if I confused you, but it sounded fun. I saw this Ballroom movie yesterday and I wanted to be like that Protagonist."

"Yes you are definetly Eve." She chuckled.

"I just kinda wanted to be your prince charming tonight."

She smiled putting one hand to his cheek.

"But you don't have to change for that.... you already are without that entrance."

He smiled brightly at her words.

"Then lets dance shall we."

Amelia was a bit lost at the ball, not knowing who to talk to so she went outside to get some fresh air. She mostly just came there anyways cause her friends were there, but nobody really asked her there. She was walking through the courtyard, taking in some air as she heard some noises from one of the bushes.

As she followed the noise she saw a figure climbing over the fence. She went closer to make out who it is and saw... Aiden, with a fancy outfit, a mask over his Blind eye and a top hat.

"How did Flynn think this outfit was a good idea...."

"What are you doing here? Are you hurt?"

He dusted off some dirt of his outfit.

"I heard you had no partner for this event so I came by."

"But how did you get in here?" "Crowley said it was fine, don't worry.

She was dumbfounded... but also happy.

"I hope I still look presentable to go with you...I don't really what to do, especially because I am not good at dancing... but I wanted you to have fun and don't spend this night in boredom soo.... "

She smiled brightly.

"I am only happy that you are here."

A light hug made them both smile as she took his hand and they went back.

I actually thought hard about Chizuko, but I think for one we need to talk more about it because most of my options I Thought would be too much Chaos. Her with Rubina I think they can't keep up a conversation, Bolt is too hyper for her, Greg would probably dislike her liking cute stuff and tease her till she is annoyed, Flynn is too overbearing which she probably couldn't deal with. Leroy wouldn't be interested in her in my eyes, Henry the same.

Tyler maybe? He is good at making things, he likes people that write... however sadly he very much is a lot in anger and tired... I really don't know out of my head who she would be good with tbh.... So if you have suggestions lets talk it out.

[strawberrytheduck]

Belle Quacks Chapter 9

Strangely, the rest of the evening was uneventful, mostly just Belle, Jack and Megavolt catching up. Bushroot, Liquidator and Camellia were talking too, gushing over Belle and Quacky’s bonding. Megavolt didn’t seem to feel awkward around the siblings, Quacky was holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek every now and then and Belle was charming, trying to include him where she could and being affectionate towards him. Megavolt seemed to like her a lot, complimenting her jewellery and her business. It was clear that Belle was happy, especially because she got to talk about what she loved, the rodent and her older sibling doing the same. “Quacky has not stopped talking about her, he really loves her.” Liquidator said, dropping his usual speech pattern. Camellia raised an eyebrow. “He kept saying how she seemed to draw people towards her but how that also lead to potential danger. Apparently, bully children were quick to try to get near her and try to point out her flaws or something?” Oh. That was a reoccurring problem then. “Yeah, she seems unable to register red flags. We had some fake friends a while back and we had a fight. It was fine, she knows I wouldn’t want to hurt her and she understood, dropping them.” Camellia stated, watching her friend bounce up and down. Jack returned the statement, holding one of her hands. Megavolt, poor guy, looked a little tired but clearly enjoyed seeing his boyfriend so happy with his sister.

Belle looked at the rodent, confused. “Are you okay, Sparky?” She asked. He didn’t seem to mind hearing Belle call him that but did correct her. “It’s Elmo, actually. Megavolt is preferred but Elmo is my real name. I don’t really like being called Sparky.” Belle nodded, seeming understanding towards him. She clearly wanted to make sure she wasn’t leaving him out, offering he chose the subject they talk about. He decided to talk about his inventions, making sure Belle could understand. Quackerjack looked at him lovingly, enjoying his significant other’s passion as much as his sister’s. The jester pulled out Mr. BananaBrain, getting him to compliment the rat., causing him to blush. There was a look of childish happiness and wonder on the short female duck’s face, watching the plushie in his hand. “Hey Sweet, nice hair! You’re dress is cute too!” Jack made the plush say. A childish but flustered giggle arose from the small business owner, clearly entertaining. “Impossible, you’re cute Sir, not me!” She laughed, kissing the plush on the forehead and then her brother’s forehead. The older duck blushed, giggling. The whole store was laughing. Four out of six because of the sibling-bonding in front of them, the other two just having fun in each other’s presence. Megavolt kissed his boyfriend on the cheek, hugging him to his side. “Y’know, you’re really great at this Jack, she seems really glad to see you again.” Belle had ran over to the two mutants and the pagan, asking a lot of questions from the looks of it.

“Yeah, she does. I’ve missed a lot though, she’s all grown up now. It feels like just yesterday she was the frightened little girl helping me patch up my injuries and hiding from our parents with me.” He reminisced, remembering how he held her as they hid in his closet, trying to keep her calm. The way she clung onto him, whimpering as their parents yelled. She was so small and frail back then, as was he, but he had to be strong for her. He even practically raised her at times, caring for her when no one else did. And yet, here she is. She’s still short but luckily, not as thin and frail as she was back then. She was still quite thin, worryingly so, but she was still okay. She was more independent and luckily had a best friend who cared for her. Belle seemed so much more free, no longer held back by their parents. It was almost enough to cause him to cry again. He was like a good dad who just saw his daughter on her wedding day, despite it being his sister who was only five years longer than him. Could anyone blame him? They were apart for years and Quacky would do anything for her to remain this happy. “She’s a sweet girl Quacky, she’s lucky to have you as her brother. Besides, if you ditched that hat and wore civilian clothes you could hang out with her.” He hadn’t done that a lot, the idea made him a little nervous but it would be worth it. Naturally, he was worried about Darkwing and Negaduck. Darkwing would likely keep him away from her, separating them again and Negaduck, oh boy, Negaduck. He’d likely kill her or hurt her or even torture him, using her as leverage to manipulate him.

Megavolt could tell he was distressed, pulling him closer. “Hey, she’ll be okay. I promise that we’ll protect her, all of us. Rumour has it Morgana will too.” The jester stiffened, seeming to put something together. “Darkwing’s sorceress friend? Why would she need to be mentioned?” Camellia walked over to the two, leaving Belle with the mutated villains. “I think that Ms. Macawber has a thing for Belle and Belle might have a thing for her too. Belle is oblivious to her own emotions at times so, y’know.” Quackerjack looked floored, staring at the fox. His sister might have a girlfriend? Why was he feeling negatively towards that idea? He’s glad that it is someone who was kind and could keep her safe and happy and yet, the idea of her dating didn’t sit right. He was likely just being overprotective. “They aren’t dating but I’m willing to bet it’ll happen.” She stated. Yeah, it was likely. Belle suddenly came running over, practically dragging a laughing Bushroot behind her. “Reggie said I could come visit your hideout if it’s okay with you! I wanna meet Spike!” She looked so excited, beaming. “Of course you can Jingles, anytime.” He couldn’t say no to her face, especially not now. “Belle, we should probably get back to my place, it’s getting late.” Camellia said, taking Belle from Bushroot. Belle nodded, looking a little saddened but she couldn’t argue with that. The small duck hugged her brother goodbye, kissing him on the cheek. “Love you, Jacky! I’ll see you soon!” She waved, walking off with her friend. The usually hyper villain smiled, squeezing Megavolt’s hand softly. “Let’s clean up this shop, eh? After all, we clearly have a happy customer among us!” The others agreed, making sure the store was spotless and organized before leaving, not noticing the figure watching them from across the street.

[dakotacrisis]

Transferred (13)

Happy Halloween to you all! I would like to say I was saving this update for Halloween but I really was just that lazy about writing it even though I knew exactly what I wanted to write.

Anyhoo! Considering where we left off last chapter I think we can all assume what happens here. Lila aids an actual terrorist because she is the literal worst.

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It’s over. It’s finally over.

Marinette breathed in the moment. Lila had finally been exposed. She couldn’t fool anyone anymore. Her old classmates knew the truth and Marinette’s name had been cleared.

It felt so good.

“Marinette?” Nanette scooted closer, “You’ve been really quiet for the past several minutes. Are you okay? Was it the video?”

“They know the truth. Everyone knows she’s a liar. I’m free.” Marinette’s laughter quickly spiraled into overwhelming sobs. Tears of joy. “I’m finally free.”

Nanette, Kagami and Quinn all reached over to envelope her in a hug. Marinette didn’t think that this would hit her so hard. She felt a tad ridiculous crying like this in the middle of the cafe. But goodness help her if she would have been able to stop.

Her phone buzzed on the table drawing her attention away. She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away. “You guys can let go now.” She told her friends, “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” Kagami asked.

“Yeah. All that stress about Lila finally left my body and it shook me up more than I thought it would.” she glanced at her phone. She missed whoever was calling her.

Kagami’s phone started buzzing this time.

“It’s Adrien,” Kagami answered, “Hello--huh? Adrien, slow down, I can’t understand you.”

The others stopped talking and looked to Kagami. “Yeah, she’s here.” Kagami looked at Marinette, “We’re at the Winking Violet Cafe. What’s going on? What’s happened?”

“Adrien?” Marinette got closer to the phone, “What’s wrong?”

“Marinette! Lila got akumatized and she’s hunting down everyone that exposed her.” Adrien’s voice sounded panicked, “You need to go and hide.”

“Are you safe?” Hello again stress, missed you the whole ten seconds you were gone.

“I’m okay. Just find a good hiding spot and stay safe. Ladybug and Chat Noir will take care of Lila.”

“Yes they will.” Marinette clenched her fists, “You stay safe too.”

She looked at her friends. “Lila is akumatized so we need to get to a safe place.”

“Too late!” A voice outside the cafe snarled. The windows crashed and everyone ducked for cover from the flying glass shards.

An enormous fox with nine long tails stood in the middle of the cafe. It’s eyes trained solely on Marinette now sprawled on the ground.

“Marinette,” the fox growled, “You wanted to paint me as a monster so now that’s what I am and you are going to pay!”

“Lila, stop this!” Marinette yelled at her.

“I am not Lila! I am Kitsune! And you are dead meat!” Kitsune pounced at Marinette.

“Back off!” Kagami threw herself between Marinette and Kitsune. She was wielding a table chair like she was some kind of old lion tamer. “Marinette! Run!”

“Kagami--!”

“You think you can take me?” Kitsune laughed. “One pathetic little wannabe hero against a monster?”

“How about two?” Quinn jumped in as well.

“DIE YOU POKEMON WANNABE!” Nanette threw Marinette’s muffin at Kitsune. There is a literal glass vase that would do for a better distraction but instead she sacrificed the soft food item. Wasteful!

“But--” Marinette couldn’t just leave her friends but she also needed to get away to transform.

“GO!” The three of them yelled at her.

With a heavy heart she pushed off the floor and made a break for the exit. Kitsune tried to follow but Kagami, Nanette, and Quinn blocked her way. She needed to find a secluded spot and fast!

“Come back here!” Kitsune pounded down the street after Marinette.

“I gotcha!” Marinette was scooped up and vaulted into the air.

“Chat Noir?” Marinette looked at her partner, “How did you find me?”

“Uh...your friend Adrien told me.” Chat answered.

“Adrien? Is he okay?” Marinette asked, now even more worried.

“He’s safe. I promise.” He set Marinette down on top of a roof, “Stay here. Ladybug and I will take care of Kitsune.”

“Thanks, Chat Noir.” Marinette waited until he was out of sight before opening her purse, “He’s gonna need help. Tikki, transform me!”

As soon as she was powered up Marinette took off to take down Kitsune. She should have saw this coming. Of course Lila would get akumatized after she was exposed. Nothing to do now but take her down and purify the akuma before she hurt anyone else.

She found Kitsune prowling the streets and snapping at anyone not quick enough to get out of her way. “This isn’t ideal.” Marinette muttered. She couldn’t even see an akuma object on her anywhere.

“You can say that again.” Chat Noir sighed. Marinette hadn’t even heard him approach. “I barely managed to get to Marinette before our nine tailed friend down there tried to eat her.”

“I was having such a good day before this.” Marinette sighed, “Did you happen to see anything that could be holding the akuma earlier?”

“Nope.”

“Perfect.”

“Do we have a plan?”

“Go down there, protect civilians, keep Kitsune detained until we find the akuma, kick some butt.”

“Are you still sick? You’re usually a little more serious in these matters.”

“I got a lot of energy and I wanna do some butt kicking. Let’s do this!” Marinette jumped into the fray with Chat Noir behind her.

She lashed out her yo-yo wrapping around Kitsune’s throat and pulled her back from a group of civilians like a dog on a leash. “Get out of here!”

The civilians sped off just as Kitsune threw the yo-yo off. She turned to Marinette and Chat Noir baring her teeth and growling. “I was hoping to sink my teeth into a baker’s daughter but I’ll settle for hero instead.”

Kitsune lunged at them but they dodged out of the way. Chat Noir tripped her up and beat her down with his staff as best he could while Marinette leashed her and searched for the akuma. There really isn’t anything on her. She’d have to get closer. Maybe there was a necklace or something hidden in her fur.

“Chat Noir!” Marinette yelled, “Cover me!”

“On it!” Chat Noir jumped on Kitsune’s back, extending his staff so it stuck between her jaws like a crude bit.

She slid under Kitsune’s belly and groped around her neck. There has to be something!

Kitsune started to buck and thrash wildly. Marinette delved her hand deeper into her fur. It was like putting a hand in a wolf’s fur, it just kept going.

“AAAHHH!” Chat Noir was sent flying as Kitsune managed to knock him off her back.

“Darn it!” Marinette tried to roll out of the way but Kitsune was faster and swiped a massive paw at her head.

She pulled herself onto the nearest roof with her yo-yo and held the side of her head. It didn’t feel like she was hurt but one of her ribbons was gone. She pulled out the other ribbon and tied her hair back in a single ponytail for the time being.

“I’m back!” Chat Noir huffed as he made it back to the action. “You’d think I’d be used to getting thrown around like that but it never gets any easier.”

“Hope you’ve recovered because we still need to figure out where the akuma is hiding.” Marinette stared down at Kitsune who paced the street growling at them and carrying on about heroes ruining everything.

“Wait, I got it!” Chat Noir exclaimed, “I know where the akuma must be!”

“Where?”

“You see the tails?” Chat Noir pointed to the nine long tails Kitsune had. Each was tied off with what looked like a ribbon of sorts. “Those ties on them are the only other thing on her. The akuma must be hiding in one of those.”

“You’re right!” How had she not seen that before. “How’d you figure that out?”

“Well I was gonna make a comment about how cute the single ponytail looked on you when I had the realization. Doesn’t Lila usually wear her hair with little hair ties near the ends? Much like the ties on the end of Kitsune’s tails?”

“Chat, you’re brilliant!” Marinette praised her partner, “Since we know where the akuma is I think it’s time for this. Lucky Charm!”

She thrust her yo-yo into the air and out of the bright light dropped a plastic container. She opened it up and took a whiff. “Hoo!” she pinched her nose, “That is some seriously strong red pepper flakes.”

“What are we gonna do with that?” Chat asked.

Marinette looked around for something to help her. That hose, Chat Noir, his staff, her yo-yo, and the very potent red pepper flakes.

“I got it!” she explained her plan to Chat Noir. “Do you understand? She handed him the container.”

“You can count on me, my lady!” he jumped back onto the street drawing Kitsune’s attention.

While he was keeping her distracted Marinette grabbed the discarded hose laying on the street. “Now!” she shouted.

Chat Noir started spinning his staff until it created a powerful tunnel of wind and uncorked the container of pepper flakes so they flew directly into Kitsune’s face.

“Achoo!” Kitsune sneezed, “What do you think--achoo! A little pepper can’t--achoo! Achoo!”

Kitsune kept sneezing giving Marinette the opening she needed. She lashed out her yo-yo entangling her feet and knocking her to the ground. Next she bound the tails together with the house and pulled the ribbons off of all of them. She ripped each ribbon in half until a dark butterfly flew out of one.

“No more evil doing for you, little akuma.” she captured it in her yo-yo before releasing it purified back into the world, “Bye bye little butterfly!”

Chat Noir tossed her the pepper container. “Miraculous Ladybug!” the ladybugs went about correcting all the damage Kitsune had done. Including replacing Marinette’s single ponytail with her pigtails again.

“Pound it.” The duo bumped fists in victory.

“Huh?” Lila was back to normal and gazed around at the street. “But, I was--” she saw Ladybug and Chat Noir a few feet from her and frowned. “If it isn’t Crap Noir and Ladybarf.”

“Hey! I know you don’t like me but there is no reason to pick on my partner.” Marinette snapped at her. “We just saved you from destroying the city, again.”

“Whatever. This is the worst day ever!” Lila stomped her foot, “First with that pampered brat’s presentation and now this! I’m going home!”

Chat Noir didn’t let anything show as Lila stormed off. Usually he’d at least try to be the assuring one in these instances but he seemed to be basking in her bad mood as much as Marinette was.

“Do you think she’s okay to leave alone?” Marinette asked Chat Noir. “She seems really mad. What if she gets akumatized again?”

“I don’t think it’s that bad. She’ll sulk and fester in her anger for a while but I don’t think it’ll be so powerful as to get her akumatized twice in the same day.” Chat Noir shrugged.

“I hope you’re right.” Her earrings beeped. “I’m almost out of time. See you later, Chat Noir.”

“Have a wonderful rest of your day, my lady.” Chat Noir bowed before taking off in the other direction.

Marinette found an alley a couple streets down from the cafe to transform back in. Tikki nestled herself snugly in Marinette’s purse to munch on her cookie as they walked back to the cafe.

When she walked in everyone was in a buzz about the latest akuma attack. Kagami, Quinn, and Nanette were crowded in the corner looking at their phones frantically. Quinn noticed Marinette enter first and ran up to her.

“You’re okay!” Nanette and Kagami followed suit to crush Marinette in their arms.

“Of course I am.” Marinette assured them, “Is everyone here okay?”

“No!” Quinn smacked her arm, “You scared us half to death! The last we saw you a giant fox was chasing you down the street. We’ve been worried sick! You didn’t answer any of our calls, we thought something bad may have happened to you.”

“Sorry,” Marinette checker her phone. Sure enough there were a bunch of missed calls listed on her phone. Quinn, Nanette, Kagami, Alya, Aurore, and even one from Wayhem.

“She’s here now and she’s in one peice.” Kagami said, “That’s all that matters.”

“Well,” Nanette set her hands on her hips, “To celebrate not being mauled by a giant fox creature and the downfall of a horrible lying she-demon I say we take this party back up to my room for an impromptu dance party. Who’s with me?”

“Sounds ridiculous,” Kagami shook her head, “I’m in.”

“Yes!” Nanette grabbed her arm, “I knew I’d wear you down to the dumb fun level as the rest of us!”

The four of them adjourned to the apartment above the shop and filed into Nanette’s room. While the other three partied it up Marinette took a minute to call back her other friends to assure them she was okay. They wanted to talk more about Lila’s well deserved downfall but Marinette didn’t have the energy for it right now. They’d all meet up tomorrow to talk about it.

After her calls were finished she joined her friends back in the small bedroom where Quinn was trying to get Kagami to floss. Oh what sweet, weird, friends she had. Wasn’t flossing outdated yet? Who in the past couple months was flossing?

“I nabbed this from the cafe,” Nanette handed Marinette a muffin. “Since I sorta lobbed yours at an akuma earlier.”

“Thanks,” Marinette took her muffin and nibbled it as her friends laughed and danced around the room. Today was a great day.

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[ariesfm-blog]

            hi ! my name is link ! i go by he / they pronouns , am 21+ & live in the cst timezone ! i’m an obnoxious aries & this is my idiot , max , who also happens to be an obnoxious aries because i believe in writing what i know JHGKFDLHLF . i’m really excited to be here , because plotless slice of life rps are my thing & i’m excited to get to know all of you & write with you !!! under the cut you’ll find misc. info & some wanted connections , but here are links to his stats page & his pinterest board , which hopefully will give you some extra insight . feel free to like this if you’d like to plot .but if you wanna plot on d*scord ( which is easier for me ) you can add me @ demogorgon ramsay#0039 !

( johnny seo, cismale, he/him ) who is that ? oh, it’s just MAXWELL “MAX” BAE the TWENTY-FOUR year old has been in beauhart for HIS WHOLE LIFE and is currently a BARTENDER. i’ve heard they can be CONFIDENT and HONEST, but also IMPATIENT and BRASH. maybe that’s why their anthem is SANCTUARY by JOJI and CAFFEINE JITTERS, DIRTY CONVERSE PAIRED WITH ALIEN SOCKS, PHONE NUMBERS WRITTEN ON NAPKINS makes me think of them.

misc. info : ( cw : mentions of death & drug use )

his mother died giving birth to him. though he doesn’t remember her ( obviously ) he still holds a bit of guilt & think it’s his fault that she died. but his dad is always quick to snuff that line of thought & holds absolutely no ill will towards max about it

all he’s ever heard is good things about her so he loves her or the idea of her really. he likes to imagine himself in the stories people tell him about her & it’s a comfort to him. it makes him feel like he kind of grew up with her even though he never got to meet her

his dad is a sweet person. full of laughs & kindness. also bad jokes ( this is where max gets his own humor from ). he’s the kind of dad that people wish for. he’s always been supportive of max no matter what & he listens to him whenever he needs it

when they were little they played catch & watched yu-gi-oh together. max still has all his yu-gi-oh cards stuffed in his closet somewhere. now they’re more likely to sit on his dad’s front porch & drink together while listening to music

his dad has never dated or remarried after his wife died because that was his soulmate & he doesn’t want to settle for anyone else & his dad has always told max to find that one person for him

max was miserable in school. he wasn’t good at it & none of it made any sense to him. so he struggled in graduating high school. & he tried college but he couldn’t stand it so he dropped out thankfully with no negative feedback from his dad

he’s kind of anxious & fidgety so it’s hard for him to pay attention ( anxiety & adhd nation make some noise !!! ) but if he gets focused on a project he’ll ignore his need to eat or anything else to work on it

he picked up making drinks from his dad at a young age ( imagine a twelve year old making cocktails that’s basically how it was ) & is really good at it so naturally he became a bartender. it’s not his dream job per se but he enjoys it a lot & makes good tips from it so he has no complaints about it

basically he’s pretty happy-go-lucky but he’s also an idiot & annoying about it. he can seem friendly enough at first but once you get close to him he’ll turn up that aries personality & get on your nerves ( but he’s also like a leech & will stick to you )

he’s really into aliens. he even has a ufo tattoo ! he will fight with anyone who doesn’t believe in them ( or cryptids or the supernatural in general ). the x-files is his favorite show & he wishes to be fox mulder every day of his life. he’s also a diehard boogara

he’s a big conspiracy theorist. he believes in lizard people, the illuminati & that queen elizabeth is a cannibal & that’s how she’s stayed alive for so long. he’s very paranoid about stuff. he’s one of those people who read the terms & conditions on everything so that he doesn’t agree to some company stealing his dna & selling it on the dark web. he also refuses to pick up the phone because he thinks the government is listening in on them ( he only makes calls when he’s high & out of it )

& he loves true crime. he’s always listening to true crime podcasts & watching true crime docs

he loves energy drinks & coffee. he drinks them so much that he’s shaking about 75% of the day but he never listens when people tell him he’s gonna get a heart attack

he’s messy. his apartment is messy. his hair is messy. his entire energy is just messy. but he thinks his personality makes up for it

he can kinda cook but honestly he’s lazy & just prefers to order in food 95% of the time. also he has a bad habit of forgetting stuff like he’ll turn the oven on then get distracted then wonder what the weird smell in his place is

for the most part he’s nice but he does participate in “friendly” dragging. if you’re friends he will clown you & sometimes he can hurt someone’s feelings even when he doesn’t mean to ( more than likely he will not apologize for it he’ll just ignore it til the other person gets over it hopefully )

always losing his headphones. he settles for those crappy $5 earbuds that you find at dollar stores so he won’t feel bad for losing them anymore. honestly he loses everything. who knows how many sets of keys he’s gone through

he’s super clumsy. always tripping, always running into stuff. he’s broken a million glasses at the bar

he’s pretty flirty, pretty charming. he uses it to his advantage at the bar, draws in customers in order to get tips & phone numbers

he’s a soft thot. he’s easy to sleep with but he’s kind & caring about all his partners

he’s a really good boyfriend & he falls in love easily,  but he’s forgetful & accidentally negligent sometimes. like he’ll go days without responding to texts or checking up on people. he doesn’t mean to he just does

he loves pins, patches & colorful socks. everything he wears is covered in them. most of the things he wears aren’t even related to his interests because people just give them random things & he wears them anyway

he can never open jars his beefy arms are useless

a fan of punny humor. he’s the king of dad jokes

he’s that person who puts his legs up on the dash of the car or hangs them out the window

wishes he knew how to skateboard but doesn’t even know how to ride a bike

takes in random cats & dogs he finds on the street. sometimes he tries to find their owners & sometimes he doesn’t but it’s fine

he’s addicted to those edited audios that are like “( song ) but you’re listening to it in the bathroom at a party & you’re crying because you’re alone” & he’s obsessed with joji so of course those are his favorite 

he’s one of those pansexuals who call themselves gay constantly 

uses uwu in texts to be ironic & annoying. most of his words have w replacing certain letters to sound like a smol

he gets stoned at like three am & tries to call people & ask them stupid high people questions like “if two vegans fight is it still called beef”

he’s also never left beauheart or gone too far away. just a few cities at most. he has a bit of a stoner paranoia about it. like if he leaves the state something bad will happen to him or his dad or loved ones

he’s terrified of horror movies. especially ones with clowns. he refuses to watch them because he’s convinced that he’ll accidentally summon a demon or a ghost through osmosis or something JHGDLFKGHD

wanted connections :

rooommates ( one or two )

exes ( any gender. it can be messy or friendly. i’m willing to have max be the issue though with him it’ll always be baby issues since he’s nice & a tryhard JGHKFDHFKGFD )

hookups / fwbs ( any gender. singular experiences or regular type things )

childhood plots for those who’ve lived in beauheart ( childhood friends, first kisses / crushes, all that good stuff )

high school sweethearts

flirtationships that don’t go anywhere

one-sided crushes ( don’t mind who has the feelings ! )

mutual pining but they’re both idiots & have no idea

party buddies. conspiracy theory buddies. true crime buddies. any of these can be combined

tinder date ( it can go well or not )

frequent customers ( better yet, frequent customers that he flirts with. give me the cliche phone number on napkins plot)

maybe you don’t tip him for whatever reason & he’s had a bad day & he’s like “bro wtf”

teach him how to ride a bike KJFDHSLGJF

maybe you try to get him to leave beauheart & you have to deal with his crybaby ramblings about how something bad will happen

beef with him over the existence of supernatural things

be the person he calls at three am after eating too many edibles & deal with his stoned questions

try to make him watch a horror movie

for someone newer to town: be that person who makes a “your mom” joke & have to deal with that awkward “my mom’s dead” conversation

maybe he “accidentally” stole your cat or dog & you try to get it back but he doesn’t believe that it’s yours even though you clearly have proof

maybe you’re the person who always ends up finding the stuff he loses & you’re stuck in this constant act of returning & you’re tired of it

literally anything you can think of i’m probably down for it

[eyesfixedonthesun22]

She’s So High: Chapter 8

Summary: 90’s karaoke and your snarky wit seem to have revived the charming side of one Bucky Barnes. Everything comes full circle the morning after. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): Smut 18+. Swearing. Kissing, Fingering (female), Oral Sex (female receiving), Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex. Word Count: 1,996 Notes: Idea was inspired by this 90′s playlist. This chapter was beta read by the lovely @viktordrago. You all go thank her cause without her there would have been A TON of really laughable errors. Shout out to @stanclub for giving me some insight re: Steve and hair gel haha. Thank you so much to everyone for their likes and reblogs thus far. First series is done and in the bag! Anyone who left comments has literally melted my heart. I love you all Smut Note: ***DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, INTERACT WITH MY WORK IF YOU’RE NOT 18+*** It goes without saying, unprotected sex….please make sure your partners are clean and you use an agreed upon form of protection (if relevant).

You’re taken aback by the bright wash of sunshine flooding the room as your eyes flutter open. A room that is clearly not your room. Your half-awake brain remembers the events of last night sluggishly. This is Bucky’s bed… which would explain the large arm draped across your middle.

You savor the warmth from the sunlight spilling across the bed coupled with the warmth radiating from his body next to you. The soft sheets caress your naked skin as you stretch your muscles; careful not to wake Bucky.

You study his face. All the tension it normally holds during the waking hours is absent. His hair is strewn across his pillow. His limbs, all but the one anchoring you to him, seem to be splayed in every direction. You crane your neck to see the clock.

“Fuck.” You allow another five minutes to enjoy the proximity with the man besides you before carefully sliding under his arm.

You curse once more for sleeping in this late but allow it remembering fondly why you were so exhausted. Bucky had woken you up throughout the night. The first time he had ground gently against your backside. He nearly came from the wanton whines that permeated your dreams. When you stirred awake, he slid into you from behind; relishing in how soaked you had been for him.

The second time you had protested a bit, citing lack of sleep. Not easily deterred, his mouth worked your breasts with lavish kisses. All complaints died on your tongue when his head disappeared under the covers with his apology of “just once more for me, darlin’?” You could have sworn you heard a series of knocks clearly coming from the room next door. All worry dissipated as Bucky tongue fucked you through not one but two more orgasms.

The third time was entirely your “fault”. You had woken with your throat parched. Returning from the bathroom with a glass of water, you noticed a tempting tent in the sheets. Thinking you’d have the element of surprise, you were certainly shocked (though not complaining), when things ended with you bent over the side of the bed with Bucky’s cock pounding you into the mattress.

You smirk at the memories, attempting to find your clothing from the night before. Quickly giving up, you opt for Bucky’s flannel as a dressing gown. You’d be able to start breakfast in privacy and come back in normal clothes once the team was awake. Which would be soon if you didn’t hurry; you thought stealing a final glance back at Bucky’s sleeping form.

You’d settled on a batch of breakfast quiches for the team. You press play on your favorite playlist letting it provide a pleasant background soundtrack. Once the egg mixture was ready, you could throw it in the oven and probably catch another half hour of lazy morning cuddles with Bucky.

All the vegetables were chopped and ready for the filling. The only problem was you couldn’t remember the ratio of cream to egg. Pulling open the cabinets you see the cookbook you need propped on one of the top shelves. Clearly someone else had used it last. You would never have put it so out of reach. You stand on your tip toes and attempt to swat it down from its elevated prison.

You must have been engrossed in getting the cookbook down because Bucky is able to silently creep into the kitchen. He enjoys watching you struggle; finding your little frustrated cursing adorable.

You see the cookbook teetering, almost within reach, when a pair of hands land on your hips. You freeze but relax once you smell the familiar scent of him behind you. His head drops on your shoulder for a quick kiss behind your ear; hands dipping under the hemline of the flannel.

“You skippin’ out on me, dollface?” He mumbles into your skin.

“I needed to get breakfast in the oven before everyone is up. I was gonna hop back in bed with you while it bakes.” You resume your struggle to get the cookbook down as Bucky chuckles at you. “Would you quit laughing at me?! I need this cookbook. I can’t remember the ratiooooohh-”

Your reply turns to a moan. One of his hands detaches itself from its place on your hip, effortlessly grabs the cookbook, and tosses it on the island behind you; the other is occupied ever so softly stroking small circles into your clit. You collapse back down off your tip toes and let your weight fall back into his chest.

“Doll, you can’t go around stealing my shirts and making them look ten times sexier than I ever could.” His voice seems entirely unaffected but the sudden shift in mood. “I’m incredibly insecure and you’re showing me up.”

You can hear the smile in his words even if you weren’t feeling it in his lips which are now sloppily and lazily kissing up your neck. You sigh deeply enjoying the teasing sensations he’s sending through your body.

“Buck-” you whine gently, remembering where you are. “Someone is gonna hear us.”

He pulls back from you to quickly jab at the volume button; increasing the music so others don’t hear you. “Then you better be quiet, sweetheart.”

Needing to see his eyes, you turn around to face him. His hair is mussed. It looks like he’s thrown on the same black jeans from the night before. They hang obscenely low on his hips unbuttoned. He’s deliciously shirtless.  Warmth from the bedroom still clings to his skin.

“I distinctly remember a grumpy old man yelling at me for too loud of music this early in the morning.”

The pressure on your clit relents only to feel a digit slide into your core slowly, his thumb takes up the circles on your clit.

“Come back to bed darlin’. Sleeping in isn’t as fun without you there.”

“I have to make breakfast-” Your reply is choked off by a particularly strong wave of pleasure as his finger pushes pressure onto your g-spot. You open your eyes only to see a perfectly smug and unbothered face. If you didn’t feel his motions deep inside your now pulsing cunt, you would have guessed he was almost bored.

You try again to defend your actions, “Everyone will go hungry if-”

With his eyes locked on yours he adds a second finger into you. “Fuck.” He cocks his head to the side slightly and gives you his best shit eating grin.

“You were saying?”

“I’m out of excuses.” You mold your lips to his, giving into the pleasurable sensations. You attempt to walk him backwards out of the kitchen towards the bedroom.

“Nuh uh,” he says with his mouth now sucking deep hickeys into your collar bone. “Wanna see you cum right here.”

You want to protest but the clench of your walls around his fingers betrays you before you can get a word out. You pant small breathy moans into his shoulder as he brings his lips to your ears.

“That’s it, darlin’. I can tell that turns you on.” You suppress another low moan and it comes out more of a whimper. “Knowin’ anyone could walk in… see you becoming a panting little mess stuffed with my fingers.”

At this point, you’re relying completely on Bucky for support; your legs have gone to Jell-O. “I can tell you’re close, doll. I feel you fluttering around me.”

The stretch and glide of Bucky’s fingers have you forgetting about the residual soreness. You bite your bottom lip; hoping it will keep you quiet enough. You’re ready to let go with your release-

“What the fuck, Barnes!” You whine angrily. His hand had abandoned your cunt right at the crucial moment. He’s pushed far away from you. Before you realize what’s happening, he’s plopped in one of the bar stools at the island casually flipping through the cookbook that had seconds before been abandoned.

You’re ready to beat the shit out of him but Tony and Steve round the corner. They’re deep in conversation and don’t look at either of you. Your eyes meet Bucky’s and they glint playfully. Your gaze moves to his hand holding the cookbook. Two of the fingers are obviously coated in your slick. Noticing your gaze, he moves the finger up to his mouth and licks it clean. You let out an uncontrolled gasp only to draw attention of Steve and Tony.

“You okay there, Y/N/N?” Tony says. You pry your eyes away from Bucky’s face you manage a nod. You refuse to look back at him, knowing full well he’s got the largest shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“What’s for breakfast? You need any help?” Steve asks. He moves to your side of the island; observing the slew of ingredients which sit deserted.

“Hold the phone… Y/N, where are your pants?” Tony interrupts. “I’m not objecting to the view. Just curious as to-”

There’s an uncomfortably long pause as Tony’s face flickers through a vast array of expressions. You and Bucky are frozen simply hoping he’s attempting to formulate some crude joke.

“Ahhhhh. Got it.”

“Got what?” Steve asks. Tony tuts and smiles like fox in the hen house. “GOT WHAT?! Steve yells more insistently looking at the two of you for some help.

“Tin Man and Y/N. That’s why they didn’t come back. It would appear they sang a little duet of their own last night.” He waggles his eyebrows daring you to refute him.

Steve’s face is a mask of confusion as he attempts to decode Tony’s statement. You and Bucky share glances back and forth debating your next point of action. You’re thinking of running for it but at this point the entire team has filed into the dining room and kitchen.

Steve’s face switches to one of epiphany as Bucky points a warning finger at Tony. Stark simply smirks, paying no mind to the threatening finger.

Rolling your eyes and deciding to intervene before you see how expertly Bucky decides to keep Tony silent; you gently grab his arm and kiss the tip of his finger lowering it back to his side.

“It’s fine, Buck. They’ll figure it out eventually”.

“Or literally as it’s happening.” Natasha yells from the kitchen. “I share a wall with you Barnes… just saying!”

“I’m now taking music requests and breakfast orders. Anyone who feels the need to comment on my activities last night won’t be eating!” You quickly decide to put an end to that conversation. A chorus of “okay okay” greet your ears. “That's what I thought.”

Everyone dissolves into their own morning conversations. You turn back to the food in front of you wondering if now it would be best to switch to omelets.

“Y/N/N.” Bucky wraps his arms around your waist, and you’re pulled into his little bubble. You wonder if his effect would ever wear off. You thoroughly hope it doesn’t.

In the background you hear, Steve describing how long it took to get all the gel out of his hair last night. Nat’s livid about getting her curling wand back covered in gel.

“You best hope it’s gel!” Sam shouts further antagonizing her. You chuckle slightly at your misfit family before giving Bucky your full attention once more.

“Doll, I wasn’t trying to keep us secret for any malicious reason. I hope you know that.” His expression is soft and hesitant. “I just wanted you to have your privacy. We hadn’t really discussed telling the team, yet.”

You kiss him once on the lips and again on his nose. “I know, Buck. Now, go grab the cookbook and help me feed the ungrateful goons.” You can’t help but adore how much Bucky’s beaming.

“You’re on bacon duty.”

“Babe! I’m shirtless. Gonna get little bacon burns everywhere.”

“Well if someone wasn’t so picky about his bacon crispiness…” you say with a wink.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

The Blood Moon

Summary : With great powers comes great responsibility, so why bother with them, when you can just chill back and relax? That’s what Katrina always told herself in a way to calm down whenever she felt herself lose control, but nothing will stop her from getting in trouble with literally everyone around. Her world was chaotic, like the last seconds of a fly trapped in a spider’s web, but what happens when the world literally goes Upside Down for her, has to take care of a group of nerds much bigger than herself and even worst, she feels her heart beat for the first time, but now, not because of anxiety, but due to a much warmer feeling.

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x OC (Katrina Black)

TW : Stranger Things, as a TV show, explores a lot of themes, including childhood trauma of various types, which I am going to go along with.

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This story contains and explores a variety of trauma and darker themes, most of them relating in canon to a certain character, others that I’m more familiar with then I wish I were and so on.

I have this story written on AO3 that I wrote in like 3-4 days because GODS I am in L O V E with Billy Hargrove and someone please save me, all my feelings are in here, from sorrow to glee, from fluff to angst and so on.

But I’ve never been prouder of a story I’ve written like I am with this one.

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Chapter 1: The Fox and the Lion

I had no idea how the hell I managed to get wound up in a group of 12 year olds’ troubles, but I can’t deny that it wasn’t fun, if not, just crazy dangerous and deadly. I met up Mike and his little group of nerdy friends whilst going to the arcade one day and them cursing my nickname for not being able to defeat my high-score in any game. Of course, since all arcade games only had a 3 letter maximum for each name, I put mine.

“FOX”

Because I have red hair and can be pretty sly and sneaky, despite how very introverted I am. Now it’s my last year at Hawkins High School, this one being the most important because if everything goes right, I may get a scholarship and be able to continue my studies further, to University, pursuing Vet Medicine, like I’ve always dreamt of.

Now, to tell a little bit about myself…

Officially, I was called “3”, just like the number tattooed on my shoulder, which is to brand me as one of the many experiments the Russians/Americans did on children. Somehow, and very thankfully, I managed to run away, thanks to my weird powers that I’m still not 100% sure, and found myself in the woods, where I stumbled upon this policeman named Hopper who was nice enough to take me in for a while, before getting me to an orphanage and making sure a real family gets to take care of me.

The date of me meeting Jim was January 3rd, a very cold and snowy winter, so from that day on, that has become my birthday. Since I didn’t have a name, he let me stay a few good weeks with him and taught me how to read and write, which was pretty easy, to say the least, and upon reading so many books, I found a name that finally suited my tastes.

“Katrina”

That was 5 years ago, when I was 13, and now I’m at my own little house close to the Byers, I recently found out, living alone with Jim visiting me often, or having the kids have sleepovers at mine from time to time, when I’m not too busy with my studies.

After the incident with the monsters, Will’s disappearance, El and everything, we’ve really bonded, and gotta say, being a Rogue in their DnD party was super fun!

Life hasn’t been easy, that much is sure, isn’t it? Many bad things happened that cannot be changed or unmade, so you have to life with them through the rest of your life.

But things never stay the same, do they…?

Life at highschool ain’t the best, especially not with all these mean girls and boys around, but how I survived 3 years, I can survive one more, right? Also, recently, Will and the gang told us about a new girl coming from California called “Max” who apparently beat all their records as well and from their description, I really wanna meet her. Now, I’m wondering if this is a coincidence or not, but my Sherlockian instincts were tingling, and she may or may not be our new colleague’s little sister. Oh, yes, new colleague… His name is Billy Hargrove and he’s the most intimidating man I’ve ever seen in my life. He is literally radiating masculinity and his eyes make everyone either kneel at his feet or stay away from him, because he won’t take anyone’s shit. In a very short amount of time, he managed to gain the reputation of “Keg King”…I think that was? Beating Steve Harrington at popularity, now being the literal best student at sports (especially basketball), having the most number of uh…Charmed ladies, as a count, and beat up a ton of boys who dared disrespect him. So, uh...FUN!

I could have said that I’ve been pretty lucky so far, seeing that I didn’t have the need to directly interact with Billy so far, but fate was never as you’d expect and the weirdest of changes always happen when you least expect them.

Wednesday morning -

I wake up, eat a bowl of milk and cereal, go to wash my fave, brush my long red hair and look through my clothes.

I choose an over-sized AC/DC Tshirt, light blue boyfriend jeans, a red plaid shirt tied to my waist, round shades, a black hat and black combat boots, take my bag and go to my motorbike that I recently managed to buy and went to high school. Maths went pretty fast by, Chemistry too, but during Biology, we had to make a project for the final grade, which will affect the overall grade by a huge percent, which completely got my attention.

But that wasn’t all.

Mrs. Green insisted on assigning us partners…And I was to do the project with none other than Billy Hargrove, which made me gulp in anxiety and start to slightly scratch at my neck, not daring to look at him…Or anyone, for the matter.

Mrs. Green: Kat, Billy, may I talk to you at the end of the class for a moment? Billy: Sure. Me: Okay…

After this, the class went on as if nothing happened, but I could basically feel the burning and poisonous glares the many girls in my class would throw at me. After all, who wouldn’t want to be partnered up with THE King Billy?

Ha.

Me.

What a fool.

All I did the whole class was to draw on my notebook, habit which I found out managed to calm down my anxieties pretty well, even if I didn’t really pay attention to the teacher…But hey, for someone like me, it’s no big deal. After all the other students left the classroom, I grabbed slowly got up and went in front of Mrs. Green, not managing to look in her eyes, my gaze fixed on the floor as I bit my lip and fiddling with my fingers. Billy, as well, stood just next to me, but he looked extremely laid back.

Mrs.Green: Billy, I am sure you are aware that, despite your pretty good grades, slightly above average, in most subjects, you are somehow failing Biology. So, I wanted to ask you, is it just disinterest, or are you not understanding something? I thought that, compared to Mathematics, Chemistry and Physics, this would be at least a bit easier. Billy: Well, uh…I dunno, I guess I don’t really get it or something. I guess I started with the wrong foot and continued even worse and…Yeah, you get it. Mrs.Green: Kat, dear, I am very sorry to ask this of you, since I know you’re extremely shy, but would it be okay with you if you were to help Billy with Biology? You told me you want to pursue Medicine at University, and so far you’ve been exceeding all expectations at my subject, which is why I paired you two up. Just a bit of tutoring, once in a while, if you both agree. Billy: If it helps with my grades, I don’t see why not. Mrs.Green: Excellent! What do you say, dear? Me: Uh, w-well, I…Uhm…I-I mean, s-sure, but…But a-are you sure I’m the right person for this? I-I mean, as you said, I’m painfully shy…A-And I’m afraid I might be more annoying than useful and I don’t want to waste anyone’s time and- Mrs.Green: Dear, Kat, calm down. I’ve seen you help and explain to some of your colleagues before at different subjects and you did an extraordinary job at it! I think you shouldn’t be afraid. Who knows, maybe Billy will be able to help you out with your shyness, since he’s so popular and sociable. Me: *hiding my face* I-I-I w-well, I don’t know what to say… Billy: You can start by saying ‘Yes’ ? Me: Uhm…I guess you’re right. S-Sure, I will tutor you, I am fine with that. J-Just tell me when you don’t understand or if I’m being annoying, I’ll try to stop. Billy: *chuckles* Don’t worry, toots, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. Mrs.Green: *winks* Think of it as opportunity. It will look very good on your recommendation letter. Me: Y-You mean, you will…? Mrs.Green: *smiles* But of course, dear! How could I possibly not recommend my top student to the best University? It was supposed to be a surprise from me and your Physics and Chemistry teachers, but oops! Busted~. Me: I-I-I can’t thank you enough!! Really, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me! I am forever grateful for you and your patience and kindness with me! Mrs.Green: *pats my head* Dear, your only fault is worrying too much and enjoying life too little. Take the advice of the bands you listen to so much and you might learn to live a bit. Now, off you go, your next class is about to start! Me: See you tomorrow, Mrs.Green! And thank you so much for everything again! Billy: Good bye, Mrs. G.

Outside of the classroom, I gripped my notebook close to my chest and walk to my locker, but Billy was still following me with a smirk on his face, and then leaned on the locker nearby.

Billy: So, I just got a very hot teacher as a reward for failing the class, the more you know. Me: I…I think it’s more of a punishment. Billy: Why’d you think that, Kitten? Me: Wh-Why did you j-just call me “Kitten” ? Billy: Mrs.G called you “Kat”, so, why not? Me: My name is Katrina, not Kitten, so please call me that. Billy: Fine, fine…Kitten. *winks* Me: *pouts* Guess I can’t convince you… Billy: You give up pretty easily, babe. It’s almost like you like that. Me: *cringes* I-It’s nothing of the sort. I-It’s just…Over the years…I learn that if saying “No” doesn’t work the first time…It won’t work no matter how many times you repeat or struggle…So might as well just get it over with. Billy: *raises an eyebrow* That sounded oddly specific. Me: *eyes widen* Ah, n-no, forget I just said that! S-Sorry, I, uh…I gotta go to Physics, excuse me. Billy: What a coincidence, I have Physics too. Why don’t we talk about the project and my tutoring on the way there? Me: Uhm…If you’re okay with it, I guess okay. Billy: Have any specific topic you wanna do? I kinda have no idea what we’ve studied so far. Care to enlighten me? Me: Well…We started with the Nervous system, followed by the Sensory organs, then Glands, the Locomotor system, Digestive system, Excretory system, Metabolism, some pretty basic Genetics, some plain Environmental things…And…Uhm…Well… Billy: *smirks* You missed out the Reproduction thingy between Excretory and Metabolism on purpose, didn’t you? Me: *gasps* Liar! You said you didn’t know! You tricked me! Billy: *chuckles* I might have. Say, toots, it’s almost like you missed it on purpose. Are you embarrassed? Hey, what about we do the project on tha- Me: NO!!!! Billy: *wide eyed* Whoa, slow down, there, I was only teasin’. Me: *slaps hand on mouth* I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to shout at you! Please, don’t be mad. It’s just…I really don’t like it and it makes me feel very…Very bad. Billy: *shrugs* S'okay, I got it, don’t worry, I���m not mad. Jeez, Mrs.G was right, you really do worry too much. Me: Yeah…I’m really sorry, I told you it’d be more of a punishment than anything. I know I can be very annoying without even realising. Billy: Chill, babe, chill. So, when and where shall we meet? Me: Uhm…Tomorrow after class for the project? Billy: I have Basketball training, sorry. Me: Oh, right, you’re in the team. When’s your next match? Billy: In 2 weeks. Wanna come and cheer me? Me: *smiles* If you want me there, sure, I will be there. Billy: Huh, would ya look at that, Kitten has a pretty smile. Ya wanna make me swoon? Me: Ah, n-no, really, I’m not. Billy: You’re melting my heart, babe! Me: S-Sorry! Uhm…How about this Friday? About 5pm? At…Uhm…There’s this pretty cafe in town called “Ma Cherie” and they have amazing tea and sweets. Billy: Friday…Friday…Ah, yeah, sure. Had a date, but- Me: Oh, shoot! Okay, we can find another day so you won’t have to miss it! Billy: *chuckles* Nahh, don’t worry, I’ll just cancel. I’d much rather stay with you than with her. Me: *bites lip* Uhmm…I…Flattered? I think? Billy: Good then, it’s a date, see you then, sweet cheeks! Me: WAIT WHAT?!

I stopped in my tracks but he only laughed and waved at me, jogging ahead in another direction. It was only then that I realised that I was in front of the Physics classroom and he, in fact, had a complete other subject, not Physics.

Smooth bastard…

And so, Wednesday came to an end, Thursday as well, Friday went by unnoticed and then, I had to go full speed to the Animal shelter nearby to help out. They never told me how much to stay, seeing that my schedule was hectic due to College and Uni preps, so I would just come and go whenever I could. Problem is, I lost track of time and when I looked back at the watch again, it said 4:46pm.

F U C K.

I bid the workers farewell and ran to my motorbike, going as far as I could back to Hawkings and at the cafe, getting all the two bags full of books and running into the cafe, and looking at my watch at the same time.

5:13pm.

Kill me please.

Entering the cafe, I nod at the waitress, as I’m a regular here and we’re on friendly terms, and scan for Billy, who was writing something in a notebook. I rush to take the seat opposite, but before I sat down and let the books fall to the ground, I start apologising to Billy a bit too much.

Me: I’M SO SORRY!! I-I really didn’t mean to be late, but it’s entirely my fault and I feel horrible for making you wait for me! Please don’t be mad, I-I’ll make up to you! I’ll pay each time we go out to study, okay? S-So take anything you want a-and I’ll pay! I know it won’t really make a difference bu- Billy: Babe, sit down and breathe. Me: H-Huh? Billy: I’m not mad. I can clearly see you rushed to get here. Lost track or time, huh? What were you doing? Me: Yeah, I know, I’m stupid. I got a watch today so I can make sure I leave at the right time, but I forgot to check it and…I am late. So, uhm…Y'know how I mentioned I want to pursue Vet Medicine at Uni? I work at an animal shelter nearby and it takes sort of…Almost an hour to get here. Well, more like 40 minutes, but I rushed and got here in like 25. It kinda helps to get in at a top Uni…With a scholarship. I couldn’t afford to study at University otherwise, so I gotta do what it takes. Billy: Well, babe, you look pretty hot in you lab coat. I wanna see you like this more often. Me: M-My lab coat…? AH, DAMN, I FORGOT TO TAKE IT OFF! Godamn it! Billy: *chuckles* You’re pretty amusing, doll. Come on, sit down and let’s order. Me: Okay. Leila, dear, could you please come and take our order? Leila: Hey, Kat, rushed again from the shelter I see. Regular? Me: For me, yes. Billy, what would you want? Billy: Just a black coffee, thanks. Me: Are you sure? Billy: Yeah, sure. Me: O-Okay… Leila: Okay, then. A Cherry Vanilla tea with extra cinnamon, a chocolate cake and a black coffee coming right up! Me: Thank you for your time, Lei-Lei! Leila: Any time! Billy: Seems you calmed down a bit. Me: Yeah…This place always manages to sooth down my anxieties. Uhm…I literally only come here every time I want to study. Billy: I’m not surprised. It’s pretty nice, I guess. Me: *smiles* I’m happy that you liked it. Billy: Say, forgot to ask you on Wednesday, but today I see you have a Metallica Tshirt. Are they your boyfriend’s? Me: *blushes* B-Boyfriend? But I don’t have a boyfriend, what do you mean? Billy: You don’t? How come? Me: Why are you surprised, who’d want someone like me? Trust me when I say this, I know what I’m talking about. Billy: But you’re smart and pretty, what’s not to like? Me: Many things. So uhm…These are my Tshirts. 90% of my tops have band imprints. And…Well…AC/DC, Iron Maiden and Metallica are my Top 3 favourite bands. I have all their vinyls and cassettes. Billy: You just keep getting hotter and hotter the more I know you. Me: Hahaha, no, no way that could ever happen. Billy: If I were to give you one of my band Tshirts, would you wear it on our next date? Me: D-Date?! C-Come on, Billy, I’m literally the last person you’d want to date, I can assure you. Billy: What if I prove you otherwise? Me: How do you know you’re my type? Billy: *smirks* Oh~? So I’m out of your league, sweet cheeks? Me: Ah-…! Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that! I didn’t want to insult or offend you, I’m sorry! Billy: Just teasin’, relax. Me: *pouts* Whatevs… Billy: So, wadya say, dollface? About us? Me: D-Don’t you think we should, like, get to know each other first? Become friends and trust each other and all that? Billy: Awww, toots wants one of those cutesy romance novel relationships, how adorable. Me: *blushes* W-Well…Y-Yeah…I guess…I know I’m asking for too much…And there’s no way in hell that could ever happen to me…S-So…I just…I guess…I kinda gave up on even thinking of dating long ago. Billy: *sighs* Maybe your expectations are too high of people that are too low. People suck, y'know? The world sucks. You’re expecting a happily ever after? Me: If I ever get to be in a relationship, I want it to be that kind of shelter that would be protective from all the chaos and evilness in the world. The only place where you can feel safe and be yourself. And if that Happily Ever After, as you call it, won’t happen with another person as my significant other…Then I’ll be very content with saving animals’ lives and travelling the world at my leisure. Billy: *smirks* Have I ever told you you’re pretty hot when you speak like that? Me: Uhm…Okay, so, I was thinking that maybe we could talk about the Nervous system in our project? Leila: Kat, you don’t need to talk about the Nervous system. You literally ARE a Nervous system. Me: … *laughs* Oh jesus, that was a good one. I won’t forget that…Actually, I might even use it as a joke when I do the presentation! Leila: *winks* Don’t forget the author’s right! Me: Okay, okay! As per my lovely barista friend joked, instead of presenting you the Nervous system, I will introduce myself, for I am, in fact, a Nervous system. Leila: Hey, Billy, was it? Please film her or something, I want to see that part. Billy: Consider it done. Me: I call this a conspiracy! Don’t try to overthrow my reign! Leila: Oh, shut up, nerd. Here’s your tea, honey and cake, and here’s your coffee. Good luck with your project! Me: Thanks, dear! Billy: Okay, that looks and smells pretty good. Me: *smiles* Wanna try? I can give you half of everything, if you want? Billy: Y'sure? Me: *nods* Sure! Do you like your tea sweetened? I usually put a lot of honey in it. Billy: Make it as you like and I’ll drink after. Me: Here, you can eat from my plate as much as you want. I usually drink the tea first anyways. Billy: So generous, toots, you’re melting my heart. Me: Ahem. So, the Nervous system? Billy: I have no idea what that’s all about, but just for the sake of the joke, I will say yes. Me: Cool! I kinda thought of specialising in Neurosurgery after Uni. B-But that’s really very far in the future, so it’s pretty irrelevant. Billy: Teach me your magic, babe, and let’s fuck them up big time.

Pretty excited, I got the books from the bag and handed them to him, showing him the tons of notes, scribblings, ideas, details and so on that I’ve gathered so far, and for the next 4 hours, everything we smoothly, but we had to leave because Leila had to close, and we decided to meet again on Monday at lunch time in the courtyard and study while we eat.

I have to admit, the time spent with Billy was…Well…Really nice. It seemed almost like he was a complete other person, not the scary guy who looked like he would snap at anyone if they even as much as blinked around him. Sure, he was a huge flirt, but it didn’t seem too…Ill-willed, to say the least. I just hope it won’t turn into a crush or something. I absolutely canNOT and will NOT allow myself to catch feelings…Not again…Not after everything that has happened. He is right. There is no Happily Ever After, so why bother?

The weekend passed by very fast as I prepared notes for both the project and some tutoring ideas for the Nervous System, since we had to start with the very beginning of Biology, so after the first 3 classes in the morning, I tried to rush outside, but I got pushed into a locker with a boy that I couldn’t recall the name of, but I knew was pretty popular…Like many others. I think his name was Dennis or something, and he wasn’t alone, but surrounded by 3 cheerleaders, Clarisse, Carol and Christine, or the Triple C as they were called.

Boy: Hey, freak, 'sup? Me: Uhm…Hi. Boy: Didn’t you hear me? SPEAK UP! Me: I-I Said hi! Boy: I SAID SPEAK UP!! Me: HI! Boy: Thaaat’s more like it, you ugly sow. Now, what the hell were you doing around King Billy? What you’re tryina get him to like you with that pity party of yours? Your face implores pity and sympathy, but you’re nothing more than a nerd! Me: W-We have to make a p-project together… Carol: Yeah, right, as if! You have the goo-goo eyes for him! Y'know, just 'cause he likes the bands you claim to like, doesn’t mean he likes YOU! I bet you only like that music 'cause HE likes it! Me: N-No…That’s not true…

By now, my eyes were watering, and Dennis pinned my wrists above my head and started screaming very close to my face. I could feel a panic attack beginning to form at an alarmingly fast rate.

Clarisse: Aww, look at her! What, gonna freak out again and cry? Christine: Pshh, yeah, right. What a stupid crybaby. Never got past the stage of a 10 year old? Dennis: You and your stupid red hair, better stop hanging out with Billy, or else you’re gonna get it. Me: B-But I h-have t-to- Carol: *slaps me* Billy. Is. Mine. Slut!

After she slapped me, everyone around started laughing and belittling me again, but I couldn’t get out of there because Dennis was exponentially stronger than me, so I knew there was no use in even bothering. A booming voice, however, echoed in the hallway, making me flinch at the noise. “SILENCE! What the hell is going on here?!” the deep voice rang out, a funeral silence taking over, only my soft whimpers being heard.

Dennis: STOP CRYING, YOU BITCH! Didn’t you hear our King asked for silence?! Me: S-Sorry… Dennis: And open your eyes when he’s here, stop being so disrespectful for someone clearly superior to you! Come on, now, on your knees, like the little bitch that you are!

Dennis laughed as he put his hand on my throat, squeezing a bit before throwing me to the ground, in front of Billy. I could only tremble on the ground, not daring to move. I learnt it the hard way that getting away always made it worse.

Billy is the most popular guy in the High school, making all the ex-popular guys hang out with him to gain popularity. He has always been the talk of the school, the womanizer, the rebel, the cool guy everyone loved and feared. Despite everything, I expected him to side with his friends…Even if a little part of me wished for him not to.

The silence in the halls was far more excruciatingly painful than the mockings and the laughter, but it soon vanished as a voice darker and lower than before started talking. He was clearly pissed off.

Billy: …What the fuck were you doing here…? Dennis: We were teaching this bitch a lesson, of course! Make her remember her rightful place! Clarisse: No, no, if you were doing that, you’d have thrown her in the trash bin, 'cause that’s what she is! Carol: Hey, Christine, look at her! She’s staying there like she wants to suck King Billy’s dick! What a shameless slut, on her knees in front of everyone! Billy: Did I, even once, ask ANY of you to do anything like this…? Dennis: Well, no, but she’s been rubbing her pathetic germs all over you! Following you like some lost puppy just 'cause you’re popular, and even more! Lying to us! Carol: Ha, yeah! She kept saying she’s dating you and that you already fucked! Pshh, whore! Me: I…Never… Carol: Oh, shut up, nobody cares what you’re saying, get a hint! Billy: Are you 4 fucking out of your GOD DAMN MINDS?! Dennis: Uhm…B-Billy, what’s the matter? Billy: WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO DO THAT TO HER?! SHE’S MY PROJECT PARTNER AND MY TUTOR, OF COURSE SHE’S HANGING AROUND WITH ME! You fucking idiots, I’m gonna FUCKING KILL ALL OF YOU! All of you stay around me like whores on the sidewalk wanting to get some cheap money, but you’re all good for nothing! Dennis: Come on, Billy, you’re new here, but she’s a freak, okay? I mean, look at her! There are only bad rumours about her and you should hear what her EXes say about her!

Before Dennis could say another word, he was slammed on the locker behind him and choked. I cringed at the sudden noise, but when I saw the outright rage on Billy’s face as he choked Dennis, he drew back one of his arms, wanting to punch him, but I threw myself on his arm.

Me: Billy…Please don’t… Billy: Get back, dollface. This fuckass needs to be taught some discipline the hard way! Me: Billy…Please, I beg of you. Please let him go. Please. Billy: But look at you, they made you cry! I can’t let them get away with this! Me: Billy…Please, for me, please don’t do it. Please stop. Please. Let’s go work on the project. Please. I beg you with all my heart. Billy: *glaring* What the hell is wrong with everyone in this fucking town?! You’re all a bunch of submissive fucktards with no brains at all!

Billy sneered, throwing Dennis away from him and walking down the corridor. I took 3 deep breaths to calm myself, before I ran to him and hugged him tightly from behind, making him freeze in his tracks, extremely tense.

Me: I-I’m very sorry, Billy. I know I only bring you troubles. Even now, I can feel that you hate me touching you like this, but it was the only way I could think of thanking you. And…And…I really appreciate you saving me…And not fighting in my presence. Billy: I really don’t get you. You just stood there, letting them do whatever the hell they wanted with you! There was no struggle, no fight in you! Nothing!

By this point, I let my arms fall down my sides and he turned around to face me, yet my gaze was still on the floor.

Me: You really think I could have gotten out of there? That I could have managed to throw Dennis off of me? Look at me, Billy. My arms are literal noodles, I can’t even punch. Hell, sometimes I struggle to open the water bottle cap. And if I tried to scream…Who do you think would have helped me? Harrington? Wheeler? The lovely Carol and Tina? Or Tommy? The only person who was okay with me in this high school has been Jonathan Byers, but people hate him too, so I can’t possibly make him get bullied more because of me. What would you have me do? It’s been 3 years already…What’s one more? Billy: …You’re so godamn irritating. Me: I know…I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for causing you so much trouble. I…I will go tell Mrs. Green to assign you a new project partner and I will continue tutoring you, if you wish, where people won’t have to see us in the same room. Billy: Did I ask you to do that? Me: N-No, but- Billy: But nothing. Shut up and let’s go, you’re supposed to be tutoring me today. Me: I-I know, but we said outside, and if people see you with me- Billy: Then let’s skip. I don’t have Basketball practice today, so I don’t really care. Me: I-I…I never skipped before… Billy: *shrugs* There’s always a first time for everything. C'mon, if you get in trouble, you just say I kidnapped you or somethin’, chill out. Me: A-Are you sure about this…? Billy: Yeah, yeah. Hop along, I’ll drive. Me: Where are we going? Billy: My place. My parents won’t be coming home tonight so nobody to disturb us. Me: Uhm…Well… Billy: I won’t do anything to you, fuck’s sake. Me: W-Well…If you’re sure it’s no problem… Billy: Get in the car, then. Me: B-But my motorbike- Billy: You have a motorbike? Me: Y-Yeah…Couldn’t really afford a car. And it’s pretty neat. Billy: Fuck, babe, you’re so hot. Me: Ah, I-I’m really not. Billy: I’ll get ya to your house and pick you up tomorrow then. C'mon, sweet cheeks, lemme show you my love. Me: Okay, okay.

He winked at me before signaling me with his head to follow him to his car, where he patted the hood very proudly and smirked, leaning on the door. He got inside, starting the ignition, which was a cue for me to get inside too, putting on my seat belt and gripping it tightly.

Billy: How d'ya like it? Me: It’s very pretty. What car is it? Billy: '79 Camaro, Chevrolet. Complete chick magnet, ya get me? Me: It is very nice. Billy: Fancy some music! Me: Oh, yes!

Smirking at me, he put “You shook me all night long” by Scorpions at max volume, making me grin at him in glee and start singing the lyrics of the song, and he followed my lead, making both of us scream like idiots above the music. Then, the perfect Mixtape with AC/DC songs started, featuring “Highway to hell”, “Hells bells”, “You shook me all night long”, “Dirty deeds done dirt cheap” and my favourite, “T.N.T.”, but by the end of it, we already got to his house, which made me pout a bit before laughing and getting out of the car.

Me: Thanks for this, Billy! It was super fun! Nobody I know listens to the same kind of music I do, and being able to sing with someone else was sooo cool! Billy: Next time, try screaming my name, 'cause damn that was sexy as hell. Me: *laughs* Don’t be silly. Billy: *winks* I’m not.

He guided me to his room which was filled with band posters over which I started gushing about as he brought some snacks and soda for us to munch on as we study. I took off my boots before I jumped on the bed criss-crossed as I spread my noted for today’s tutoring, repeating some things myself, so I won’t stutter explaining too much, but before I realised it, he already threw the bags of crisps on the bed over my notes, making me yelp in shock.

Billy: You get scared pretty easily. Me: Y-Yeah, I mean, that was pretty unexpected. Uhm…Let’s clean up a bit, you made a mess of my notes. Oh, bring your notebook, you’ll need it. O-Oh, right, I brought coloured crayons, I wasn’t sure you had…And your sister might have needed them. Billy: How did ya know I had a sister? Me: Well, I kinda guessed. Both you and her transferred from Cali on the same day, at the same time. Billy: Why do you know about little brats? Me: *shrugs* I have a few little friends. They don’t mind that I’m a nerd…'Cause they are too. It’s pretty fun, actually! Billy: *raises eyebrow* Right. So, why’d I need crayons? Me: Drawings, of course! To understand Biology better, one must need tons of schemes and drawings. I already have mine and I will give them to you for as long as you need, but I’d appreciate it if you were to draw them by yourself too, since it will really help you understand and memorise better what you’re about the learn. Billy: Right…Okay, fine. Me: So, if it’s okay with you, should we start talking about Cells? Shapes, roles, the organelles inside it and what they do. Then, we should cover the tissues a bit, before starting to talk particularities, mainly, to explain the Neuron, how reflexes work and why, and then cover the nerves and organs. Billy: *blank look* Good luck. Me: Huh? What do you mean? Billy: It’s gonna be tough getting me to understand this shit. Me: I don’t think so. I have faith in you. Mrs.Green said that all your grades are above average, which is really good! If you manage to get a B at Biology as your final mark, then you have a very strong chance at a scholarship! Billy: How d'ya know that? Me: You are the best at sports, Billy. The teacher always praises you, despite all the…Uhmmm…L-Let’s call it problematic behaviour. I’m sorry. And, uhm…Our highschool has 1 Sports Scholarship, and 1 Studies Scholarship. Billy: And clearly, you’re the one to get the Studies one, right? Me: *blushes* Well…Y-Yes, it seems so. Billy: And how are you so sure I’m the one qualified for the Sports one? Me: Well…I…I spend a lot of time around teachers. It’s kind of a safe haven where nobody can bully me, and I get to find out a few things as well. Billy: Holy shit, you’re such a Vixen~! You, little, naughty vixen! Me: *chuckles* I…I’ve been called Fox before. Billy: And rightfully so. Me: Y-Yeah, carrot hair, I know. Billy: Oh, shush, it’s hot. And damn, looks damn good with your green eyes. Me: *clears throat* N-Nobody said that before. Uhm, s-so! As I was saying, because you’re currently the top choice…That’s actually why Mrs.Green wanted you to pair up with me. She saw potential in you and she didn’t want it wasted. Before you, there was Steve Harrington, but since you came… Billy: Oh, babe, trust me, I’m gonna come very soon if you keep praising me like that. Me: *confused* What do you mean? Billy: You…Didn’t get that? Me: *shakes head* Should I have? Billy: Never mind. So, what am I supposed to do? Me: Basically, get that B in Biology, win at least 3 of your upcoming Basketball matches until the end of the year…And I think it’s settled. Billy: I’d kiss you right now. Me: *scratches the back of my neck* You wouldn’t like it. So, uhm…Is this enough of a motivator for you? Billy: It could be…Okay, babe, work the hell outta me. Me: S-So, I was thinking, if it’s okay with you, that I should give you a test after each chapter we finish. Like a revision. I think it would be nice and it would help you not forget some things, and also, see where you didn’t understand well enough and all that stuff. Billy: What’s the passing grade, teacher? Me: *flustered* D-Don’t call me that, please, I would be a terrible teacher. I think…A 75% should suffice Billy: That’s quite a lot, babe. Me: *smiles* You can do it, Billy. Your future self is going to thank you for your struggles and hard work. Billy: How about a motivator? Me: Isn’t the Scholarship enough? Billy: It is…But Y'know, it’s gon’ be hard. Me: I suppose you’re right…Okay, what do you have in mind? Billy: *smirks* Each time I get a passing grade at your tests…Let me kiss you. Me: *eyes wide* Wh-What?! Billy: Aww, come on, babe, it’s just a kiss and it’s gon’ help motivate me to study hard. Don’t cha wanna help me get that scholarship? Me: *blushes furiously* I-I-I…Wh-Why w-would you want that?! Billy: Because you’re adorable as hell and I like you. Me: L-Like you like all girls? Billy: Who said I liked them? They’re all dumb and want the same thing. Can you guess? Me: *shrugs* Dunno. Billy: Come on, babe, think, you’re smart. Me: I guess? Billy: You’re the smartest babe I’ve ever got the pleasure to meet. All fucktards at school want just one thing, 'cause they’re all shallow brain dead suckers. They aaaaaall just wanna fuck. Me: A-And don’t you do the same? Billy: I do. Me: Th-Then why’d you want me to kiss you? To add me to your list or something? Billy: Nahh, I’d be a real shithead if I were to take advantage of you like that. Me: *mutters* Wouldn’t be the first one… Billy: *raises eyebrow* Do you trust me? Me: Don’t take it personal, I don’t really trust anyone. Billy: Huh. Not bad. Let’s make a deal, toots. I’ll do my best to raise up to your expectations and you’ll give me those little rewards. If by the time we finish everything you won’t be satisfied with how I behave, then you can hate me all your life and I won’t bother you again. Me: B-But I don’t wanna hate you. Billy: *gets closer to my face* Even better. So, wadya say, sweetling? Me: Uhmm…Well…I-I don’t know… Billy: Come on, Kitten, what’s the harm? It’s just a kiss. Me: *blushes* Uhm…Uhmmm…F-Fine…If it will help you… Billy: Thanks, babe! Now, how about I see what to expect~? Me: NO!

With each question, he just kept getting closer and closer to my face, while I leaned backwards, until the last where I got so flustered that I didn’t realise I was completely on the edge of the bed… Until I fell off with a high-pitched squeal and a thud, while he just laughed his ass off looking at me, as I pouted and looked at him done with life.

Me: You could’ve caught me, y'know? Billy: Sorry, toots, I was too shocked to realise. But, shoulda seen your face, t'was hilarious! Priceless! Me: Yes, yes, I’m hilarious, ha-ha! Just wait till you see how hilarious the tests are gonna be! And I’ll laugh in your face like you do right now! Billy: Ohhh, mrrrr, babe, you’re on fire! Fine, you’re on, then! But I’ll show ya it’s gon’ be worth it. Me: You better.

Stretching a bit I get back in bed next to him and putting on my best game-face, I grab the first pages of notes, the drawings and schemes and start explaining him in detail every little thing, telling him to repeat what I said from time to time, to make sure he stays focused, and make him explain what he understood so far, in his own words.

Despite everything, he was actually really great company to have and I’m kinda…Actually, really glad that Mrs.Green made me be his partner for this project, and more, tutor him. If only he could tone down his excessive flirting, he’s surprisingly soft and nice. Or well…That’s what I think. I could also be wrong, like I’ve been so many times before, and I wouldn’t be shocked in the least bit.

But…I really hope I’m not wrong.

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What’s up gamers!!! Our fourth episode plowed through the chaos of thanksgiving holidays and is Here w/ some Facts and Opinions about creating shit and being LGBT and how being LGBT influences creating shit. HEADS UP we recorded this while I had a cold so my voice is probably a little off, but ik Isaac put SO much work into the editing so it would be ready on time and we have recorded statements from some amazing artists (transcriptions under the cut below!) & this is honestly one of my favorite episodes we’ve done so far, so give her a listen if you’re gay or enjoy fun things!

BIG thank you once again to everyone who participated in this month’s episode!! Your contributions are so valued and so beautiful!!

You can find us on the Itunes Podcast App/Webpage at Gay As In Stupid Podcast! You can also find our episodes uploaded to Youtube and Soundcloud!

You can also follow us on twitter at gayasinstupid!

Further Reading on LGBT Artists

Montage of a Queering Deferred: Memory, Ownership, and Archival Silencing in the Rhetorical Biography of Langston Hughes

The Political Provocations of Keith Haring 

Pop art politics: Activism of Keith Haring 

E M Forster’s Gay Fiction

Alok Vaid-Menon Tells Us What It’s Like To Be Femme In Public

Shea Diamond Speaks Her Truth

Aaron’s 2018 November Recs!

Alok Alok Vaid-Menon is one of my favorite poet/activist/performance artists out there! Their writing and stage presence is gorgeous and witty in a way that’s SO clever and still feels like you’re in a room trading jokes you don’t need to explain with your closest trans friends. The way they balance their art creates a real, deeply touching experience that feels very essential to our world.

Miles (2016) Miles is set in 1999 and is a coming of age story about a gay teenager trying to get a volleyball scholarship for college in Chicago. It’s not revolutionary and it’s not over the top dramatic, but it’s funny and honest and it makes me feel nice. Definitely the movie to watch when you’ve just been through something emotionally taxing and need a light crying session and some mediocre pastries.

Isaac’s 2018 November Recs!

The Adventure Zone I know half of you already kin the Mcelroys while the other half either don’t know or don’t care, but the Adventure Zone is one of my most favorite things in the world. It’s a DND podcast (yes, all episodes are transcribed, and they have a graphic novel for the first arc of Balance with a second one on the way!) by three brothers plus their dad, and not only does it have the most amazing story and is ungodly funny, but TONS of gays (Griffin went ape with those Lesbian NPCS)! And just because they can! Same with trans characters. It’s a story where they just exist, and that’s really important to me because in a lot of media LGBT have to almost prove why they deserve to take up space. And it’s not just something that goes on in their first campaign, Amnesty also has those sweet sweet gay! I could talk about this podcast for hours, so if you needed that final push to give it a listen, THIS IS IT!

Stardew Valley You get to farm and be gay. And if THAT hasn’t sold you on this charming video game, then maybe the super cute graphics, beautiful soundtrack and a handful of interesting characters will! TBH I spend so much time playing this game it’s concerning. It’s just such a fun way to relax, and I just really REALLY like video games were I can chose to be gay. Like. God Tier. YOU CAN HAVE CROPS AND CHICKENS AND BE GAY C’MON YALL!!

The Amazing Quotes And Artists Featured!

Meg | instagram | esty

“My identity as a bisexual woman influences my art in many ways. As a woman, i create art about the issues that effect me, such as abortion and gender equality, in order to resonate with the people that matter most to me. As a bisexual individual, my subjects often appear from a gaze that falls outside of the stereotypical eye. My figure drawings and portraits all come from a place of admiration, and don’t fall into the stereotype of the male gaze or womanly care- they are the space inbetween, equally sexualized and normalized. I feel lucky to be a bi gal in the art world because it is a place that is my own to create in. There are so many queer artists that i look up to such as Mapplethorpe and Warhol, and many female artists i can cite as influence (Jenny Holzer, Kiki Smith, and Louise Bourgeois to name a few). My identity gives me a whole new world of content to draw from and allows my work to resonate with a wider audience, and I really think that any artists goal is to reach and touch as many people as possible.“  

Cameron | twitter | instagram 

“I don’t think that it influences the form really, but it definitely influences the subject matter! (Much as I hate to admit it, my identity influences the majority of choices I make in life.) I write a lot of poems about lgbtq related things and religion, as well as other stuff too. I was raised catholic, so realizing that I was “different” at more than one point in my teen years was scary AF. Being a member of the lgbtq+ community and also trying to still feel like I belong, or wanting to, in a religious community is hard, the two things are usually at a crossroads in my life so writing about them makes it easier for me to get through. My hope is that someday someone reads what I wrote and finds some peace in their own life/experience.” 

Vince | art instagram

“Well, being transgender I feel like I’m constantly aware of the lack of representation of my community, and I feel like it might be because of that I tend to experiment with showing all sorts of different type of people in my work. Because there’s so much diversity in the world, why not showcase that?”

Fox | art instagram  

“Oof…I’m gay so my characters always be gay. Gotta Fill the void in media w my own bullshit so I don’t have to rely on straight showrunners who will inevitably discard the character since they themselves seem to have no personal attachment and treat lgbt characters as disposable extras. Bc if I don’t at least attempt to create representation in the field I’m going into then I can’t rlly complain about the lack of it right? If I don’t try and change it I can’t complain about the lack of change so being an lgbt artist is lowkey Big Pressure to be revolutionary in your work but sometime…..I just wanna draw funkey animeal and that’s aight too”

Jen | twitter | instagram

“As a female bisexual poet, I worry often that my poetry and art will be too niche to be appreciated. I’ve spent years editing my poetry down to its barest bones in hopes that someone will relate to it. Changing pronouns back and forth because I worry that if I do talk about a woman, the poem will be stripped of its context and suddenly be about my queerness when in reality it never was. When I write about love and people I have dated and have crushed on, I want the poem to exist outside of the gender of who I love. I fear my authorial death will result in a complete misinterpretation of what I mean. When I write, it truly does not matter to me if I am writing about a woman or a man. If I feel what I write and I can make someone else feel it too does it matter that I also love women? I write what matters to me overall, regardless of gender, I try to make my poetry as true as possible. Sometimes, when I catch myself over editing I try to take myself back to the moment, to the person, what I loved about him or her. “

Lain | art instagram

“My LGBT Identity has significantly impacted almost all of my art, especially my work over the last two years. Ever since I have allowed myself to accept that I am trans and began my transition (6 months on T!), the impact that my Roman Catholic upbringing has had on my bisexual trans identity has bled into my artwork. Because of the way I was raised, accepting and allowing myself to be authentic has been an upward struggle. And what better way to process and document struggle than art?  

Much of my recent work has had a focus on the trans body, particularly the “sanctity” of self-actualization and the god-like power that comes with accepting and creating yourself in the unique and exceptional way that LGBT people must in order to live authentically. Two of my pieces on this topic were actually recently exhibited at UWM in the Trans-lucent exhibition, and will remain there until December 15th (I think). I got sick and tired of never seeing trans representation, so now I am creating that space that I crave in my own work.”

Kobe | instagram | soundcloud

“My art from is very influenced by my LGBT identity. It is very influenced by my LGBT black Identity. I think that whenever an artist makes their art (in my case writing music, singing, dancing) they should incorporate as much of themselves as possible. I think my LGBT identity definitely adds a sense of representation as well. I want people like me to listen to my music to know they aren’t alone. So it influences my work a lot. “

Nat | art instagram

“I think the fact that I am part of the LGBT+ community influences my art directly. Even though I don’t draw as often as I wish, I believe both my drawings and college projects (I am a 3d art/animation student), and my creativity in general is inspired by my personal experiences as a gay woman and common things experienced by the community. I try as often as I can to bring representation of some kind in the things I do, mainly personal projects. I also feel that it influences me on my motivation to keep creating; whenever I listen to, see drawings, watch movies or see whatever form of artistic expression from LGBT+ artists it gives me the energy to keep going, to keep creating.”

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Seventeen: Nicole

A/N  You ever make a list?  A way to compile all the missed opportunities, the transgressions, the warning signs telling you that you’re on the wrong path?  Of course you have.  Part 2 in the series.  Part 1 is here. Rated NC-17.

2.

Nicole Watts came from the wrong side of the tracks.  If there had been train tracks on Martha’s Vineyard, that is.   Oh, it’s not like her family collected food stamps or dumpster dove or anything.  But in the rarefied air of snobby New England, she was an outsider.  Everything about her manner, upon arriving during his junior year, indicated she couldn’t give a fuck.  Naturally, he fell fast and hard.

It was bad enough being fifteen in the tenth grade, as one by one all the other guys in his class received their driver’s permits in one hand and the keys to hand-me-down Buicks and Cadillacs with roomy back seats in the other.  But the real tragedy was still having to take the school bus from Chilmark to Oak Bluffs with the rest of the lower school and the few kids whose parents were too poor to give them a car.  

Martha’s Vineyard had one high school, and one school bus that served the entire island.  It passed the end of his street at 7:05 every weekday morning.  He used to spend the next hour dozing, or finishing his homework.  Then Nicole’s mother took over as the manager of a run-down motel up State Road in Aquinnah, and his worldview changed.  That bus could drive to Jupiter, for all he cared, just as long as he got to sit close enough to smell the Love’s Baby Soft wafting from her skin and to watch her hands as she doodled on her binder or tore ever-larger holes into her ripped jeans.

Nicole had wavy blond hair and loved bubble gum-hued lip gloss.  Nicole wore thrift store cast-offs with enough chutzpah to make them seem chic.  She favoured large safety pins over buttons, Doc Martins over sneakers, and if anyone had the nerve to escalate from condescending nostril-flaring to outright name-calling, she skewered them with a kohl-lined pale blue eye and lifted both middle fingers in a tandem salute.  Eventually the name-calling subsided, but she never fit in, and he suspected she liked it that way.

Nicole was petite.  Nicole had perky breasts that no Wonderbra could tame.   Nicole put out, or at least that was the rumour.  He’d heard his mother tsking about it in the drawing room with her Ladies Brigade sisters, whispering about that harlot Sheila Watts who was making her way through the volunteer fire department.   And her daughter.  No better, they said.  But what can you expect, with a mother like that, they said.  He considered his father; drunk, morally corrupt and emotionally distant, and made up his mind.  

The next Monday, he sat directly behind her on the bus and hung his long arms over the back of her seat.

“Hey.”  It seemed a good place to start.

“Hey,” she answered, not looking up from her doodle.

“You’re Nicole.”  It was obvious that losing his virginity the previous summer had not opened up some portal to the Land of Suave.

“So they tell me.”

“I’m Fox.  Fox Mulder,” he continued, undaunted.

“I’m very sorry for you.”  He could detect a trace of a grin at the corner of her pearly pink lips.

“Well, that makes two of us.”

She finally looked up at him with a hint of interest.  He was making progress, though he had no idea why.

“And what’s your story, Fox Mulder?  Are you the virgin-deflowering quarterback?  The nerd who gets a woody from watching Wonderwoman?  Or something else entirely?”

He was taken aback by her frankness, but tried hard not to show it.

“Something else entirely, I suppose, given those options.  I’m on the basketball team, but I’m no jock.  I get decent grades, but I’m not a virgin.  I’m just plotting my escape from this Stepford hell, I guess.”

She appraised him anew, her eyes taking in the developing bulk of his shoulders, the fine chestnut hair covering his forearms, and the pronounced knob of his Adam’s apple as it rose and descended his throat like an elevator.

She extended a small, pale hand tipped with rainbow-coloured nails and he shook it with well-bred fluidity.

“Pleased to meet you, Fox Mulder.   What are you doing after school?”

As it turned out, he was doing Nicole.  Her mother’s motel had eight rooms, and seven were nearly almost empty.   As long as they washed the sheets afterwards and left the furniture intact, there was no shortage of horizontal surfaces on which to express their mutual attraction.

By the weekend, he’d increased his sexual repertoire by a factor of at least five, gone from an average of ten seconds to ten minutes of actual fucking, and finally figured out what it took to make a girl come.  Well, what it took to make Nicole come, which was, in truth, not much.   Still, he’d developed a distinct swagger as he strutted the halls of MVHS.   Just barely fifteen, and a certified sex god.

The only fly in his ointment was her reluctance to be seen together at school.  They sat side by side on the bus each morning, but parted company at the gates.  He tried not to mind.  He didn’t want to be That Guy.  But he was banging, in his estimation, the prettiest girl in school, and dammit he wanted the world to know it!

Curled around her tiny frame, sticky and humming like a high voltage wire after a particularly vigorous round of headboard shunting, he brought up the topic in his usual delicate fashion.

“How come you won’t let me hold your hand at school?”

She groaned, and not in a good way.

“What for?  You wanna show off for your white bread friends?  Pin a corsage on me and take me to prom?”  For once, he didn’t find her sarcasm charming.

“Yeah.  As a matter of fact, I do.  You’re my girlfriend.  Why shouldn’t I want those things?”

A strangled hoot erupted from Nicole.

“Your girlfriend?!  Is that what you think is happening here?”

A caustic burn roiled in his gut.  How did things go from so good to so bad so quickly?   Why hadn’t he kept his bloody mouth shut?

“Nicole, listen. I... I think I love you, and...”

She stopped him with a palm over his mouth.

“Stop right there, Fox Mulder.   This thing you want to call love, it’s just lust.”  To emphasize her point, she reached between them and grabbed his limp dick in her tiny hand.  “It’s hormones.  Chemicals.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good time, and I enjoy fucking you, but let’s not dress it up and call it something pretty, when it could be gone tomorrow.”

He hated what she was saying, and he hated it even more because he knew she was right.   In truth, he barely knew her beyond the animal understanding he’d derived from her body.

He pushed her hand onto his balls, which were again drawing up tight in answer to his tireless adolescent libido.

“Well, if that’s all we’re doing, then you better turn around and get on your knees,” he growled, thrilling as her pupils dilated into dark ponds of apprehension.

He was Bill Mulder’s son, after all.  What could you expect?

Go to Chapter 3: Aviva. 

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Side Effects Of A Heat Stroke [3/3]

Part I  Part II

The light outside changed from glaring white to soft peach. Clouds that gathered all day rose high, wind tugging at curtains in wide open windows. It was almost 5pm and Maggie decided it was time to call it a day.

“Food was wonderful, Dana.” She said again by the door, hugging her daughter and kissing her cheek before reaching for Mulder to close the two step distance between them.

“Fox, I hope to see you like this more often.”

“Mom!” Scully exclaimed as if she said something inappropriate.

“Me too,” Mulder chuckled and they let go, his arm going straight to the small of Scully's back, "as often as I’m invited, of course.” He added looking down, meeting her gaze and smile. 

“As if you ever needed an invitation,” she teased, arm around his waist in return.

Maggie watched them banter the whole afternoon and realized that, even when they weren’t actively saving each other’s lives, they worked quite well together. They had the pull-give routine mastered better than most married couples. Dana’s stubbornness pillowed by his easy manner, his crazy ideas grounded by her reason and patience. They met somewhere in the middle, in almost perfect balance, completely taking it for granted.

"I should get going," she said bringing them back "take care of yourselves and each other." Mulder could feel Scully roll her eyes, so he took charge for once, "we will."

As he closed the doors after Maggie, Scully went to draw back the curtains. The air felt cooler than expected, backing heat losing it's bite.

"I should get going too," he said halfheartedly and lying completely. Nothing waited for him at home, no one to talk to, no one to hold.

Scully ignored him, "you wanna go for a walk?" Mulder looked at her, puzzled. "It looks like it's nicer outside than it is in here." She explained.

"Sure, why not."

Afternoon sun made the trees and buildings cast long shadows, so they stayed on shaded side of the street, watching the sky, the clouds changing.

Scully thanked God for straps and flowing skirts, the only way to survive summer in the city. The relief of feeling the breeze on bare skin.

Mulder chanced more than an occasional glance at her, palms itching to take her hand. He couldn’t take his eyes of her ever since she changed, her skin, the light dusting of freckles. She carried herself a little differently as well, still alert and present, but slowed down, taking in the day as it unfolded without a solid plan. This was Scully for friends and family, one he wouldn’t mind seeing more often, if she allowed it.

Focused on her, he never noticed the sun hiding behind the clouds, so when she jumped, he jumped with her. Scully touched her shoulder then reached out one hand, palm up.

“Did you feel that?” only then, Mulder noticed the wet polkadots staining the sidewalk. “Think we’re gonna make it back?”

“I don’t know.” He replied and she smiled as if she didn’t mind either way.

The air smelled of rain on concrete, cool raindrops on skin, each one like a welcome kiss. Scully kept looking up, marveling at the feeling.

A rumble in the distance, could be thunder, could be a truck. Mulder found her hand.

The rain came harder and they glanced at each other, smiling, ready for anything, walking two more blocks before the sky opened above.

Water splashing under their feet, they ran, hands twined, through empty streets. Her dress soaked through, as was his white shirt. Between the hair falling into her eyes and the pelting rain, Scully barely saw where they were going; for once laughing at the phrase ‘following blindly'.

Pulled to the side, she almost tripped over the three steps he made her climb. A nook hiding the door to some old apartment building, not much but at least it was dry.

Mulder pushed her up, away from the rain, shielding her with his body as much as he could, helping to brush away wet strands from her face.

“Just our luck,” he wiped his face on the wet sleeve.

Scully gently traced her fingertips over his brow, musing out loud, “not a trace.”

“Trace of what?” He asked, charmed by her unexpected tenderness.

“Sunburn,” she explained, playfully booping the tip of his nose.

Hands in pockets, Mulder chuckled, wanting a little too much to hold her. “It's always been like this, I heal fast.”

“Not me,” she leaned against the wall, seeming content to look down at him for once, "I'd be red as a lobster for a week."

“Really?” He mirrored her stance looking up, and saw her shiver. “Are you cold?”

“It’s the rain, it’s nothing.” Taking one step up, again eye level with her, he freed one hand, reached for her. “Really Mulder, I’m fine.”

The words pushed him back, hand falling with his eyes, it was too good to last. Cold rain hit him as he took a step down.

“Hey, come here,” gently tugging on his shirt she pulled him back, one step up and out of the rain. “I don’t want you to catch cold.”

Her arms around his neck made him bold. “Then you’ll have to keep me warm.” He risked putting his hands on her hips, then around her waist. She drew him closer, lips parted, their eyes locked on each other. They never noticed the flash of lightning, so she jumped when thunder crashed above them.

“I've got you,” Mulder whispered and closed the distance. Lips meeting messily, fist tastes of softness, open and waiting. Scully kissed him back, eagerly melting into his arms, catching his lower lip and once he felt the tip of her tongue, he was gone.

He pushed her against the wall, her arms tight around him, fingers in his hair, body pressed into his, each line and curve trembling. She slowed down, roller her hips against his. Mulder gasped, breaking the kiss suddenly. “Slow down!”

She looked at him, picture of innocence, and done it again. “Wicked creature," he teased and their lips met again, slower this time, exploring, learning, hands risking tentative roaming. Palm on her ass made them both shiver, she felt him grow hard.

"Who's wicked now?" She drew back, looking at him with new yet familiar eyes. The goofy grin reaching his eyes, swollen lips, ready to steal her breath again, any moment now.

"Why now?" he asked, quiet wonder in his tone.

"I don't know." She rested her forehead against his, the storm was slowing to a steady hum of rain against sidewalk. "Because we're not being chased or fired. Because we're not dying, because it's summer and your shirt hangs in my closet."

"Because I love you?" He asked, pouring all the need and promise into the easiest and hardest three words he'd ever spoken.

"Yeah," she kissed him, soft and slow, "because I love you."

[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 12 - The library

"An' this," said Negan as he shoved open a door with dull end of Lucille, to reveal a room full of dusty old bookshelves crammed with books. "…is the library."

Blake took a step forwards, her mouth dropping open slightly, as Negan let his arm slip from around her shoulders.

Since they had left the marketplace, Negan had showed her around the makeshift hospital wing, the gymnasium (filled with several punching bags, and some tired out gym equipment) and had now brought her along the corridor here…to the library as he so called it.

Blake looked back at Negan over her shoulder giving a bemused frown. "You have got to be kidding, right?" she said shooting him a look. "A library…seriously. I mean, I'll be looking out for the singing teapot next."

Negan merely chuckled, raising his chin and arching his back slightly and flashing his bright white teeth. Lucille was now swung back over his shoulder lazily, and he had his free hand half stuffed into his pants pocket easily.

"Well, Peaches, readin' is important. I mean, half those sorry sacks of shit out there, are pretty much fuckin' illiterate, and the ones who can read have better fuckin' things to do nowadays….but you are welcome to browse my wares, darlin'," uttered Negan in a cocky voice, as Blake gave a smirk, rolling her eyes at him and turning back to the shelves before her.

"Thanks," she said a sarcastic tone, her eyes drifting over the titles as she wrinkled her nose. "I'll bare it in mind."

She heard Negan give a laugh.

"Well after you're done here, I'll take you on a tour of the kitchens. See if there's anything you might want to eat," he uttered matter-of-factly, scratching at his face. "See if there's anything hot and gourmet you might them to rustle up for you."

Blake gave a shrug, pulling a book titled How to get rich in twenty easy steps towards her, before scoffing and throwing it back onto a nearby pile.

"Hmmm, gourmet dining isn't really my thing," she said glancing back at him over her shoulder. "I'd definitely take pizza and a movie over that any day."

Negan's lips curved up into a smile. His dark eyes drifting across her face, causing Blake's stomach to backflip slightly.

But she turned back to the shelves again, shaking this feeling from her.

What was up with her today?

Right now, she felt so much more conflicted than she had done, say, yesterday.

She had been a part of Rick's group for six months. Of course she was completely loyalty to them….but Negan had, in her short time here, had made her feel strangely…well, at home.

She gave a small inward sigh, picking up a large hardback book on Giant Tortoises of the Galapagos, before putting it down again.

But it wasn't a second later that several footsteps came thudding down the corridor towards Negan and the open door.

"Negan," came a sudden male voice.

Blake turned, to see a tall man with a long handlebar moustache and brown hair appear in the corridor alongside a second, much younger man, carrying a gun.

"Sorry if I'm…uh…interrupting," said the older man looking a little uncertainly between Blake and Negan, as if surprised to see her.

The younger man moved off down the corridor to stand guard.

Negan immediately gave a grin, and pointed suddenly at Blake with his bat.

"Blake, Simon. Simon, Blake," he said in a charming voice.

Blake vaguely recognised his name…banded around the camp. Labelled as Negan's right-hand man.

The man named Simon looked at Blake a little unsurely, before giving a curt nod and turning back to Negan.

"Oh that's right," said Negan cutting across Simon just as he opened his mouth to speak. "You two already met, right? When old Davey-boy knocked her out and made a deal with us. You were the one that brought them in."

Simon nodded, his eyes flitting back to Blake, but he didn't speak further on the matter.

And for a second, Blake was sure she saw the tiniest flicker of guilt crossing his features.

She narrowed her eyes in his direction, a little unsurely, as he turned back to Negan.

"Boss, we've got a problem," he said giving a poignant nod and staring up at the bearded leader of the Saviours, looking slightly perturbed. "With them."

Negan's face became suddenly grim.

"That where you just come back from?" Negan asked in a steely voice, taking a step towards Simon.

The moustachioed man blinked a little but didn't flinch.

"He's being as uncooperative as ever," said Simon, chancing a glance over at Blake momentarily before tearing his eyes away.

At this Blake was sure she knew who he was talking about.

It had to be Rick and his group back at Alexandria…surely.

"Well then let's go pay them a little visit," said Negan, a grin sliding its way onto his face, as he readjusted his grip on the bat over his shoulder.

But Blake took a sudden step forwards, closing the gap between her and the bearded Saviour before she could stop herself.

"Don't hurt anyone," she blurted out hurriedly, her eyes wide and pleading.

But Negan merely glanced her way, before slowly turning to face her fully, looking down at her, now just a foot away from him.

He seemed to stare at her for a long moment, before he ran a sudden hand down his beaded face, letting out a long sigh.

"Doll-face, you know I have a hard time refusing you anything, but I gotta be seen to be standin' up for my people. And if pricks like that wanna go around and try to kill my men, then the hell I'm gonna let those sorry fuckin' sons of bitches get away with it-"

"Please," said Blake suddenly, cutting across him, her breath catching in her throat.

Maybe she could use Negan's fondness of her to her advantage. Maybe she could use this to save lives…save the people she cared for…

She did care for them…right?

But Negan gave another sigh.

"I mean, you drive a hard fuckin' bargain, Buttercup," he said eyeing her. "But I'm not makin' any promises, we clear?"

Blake stared at him hard for a long drawn out second.

"I could come with you," she offered, pursing him lips encouragingly.

Perhaps this could be the opportunity she was looking for her escape…but then again she had David to think about. There was no way she could leave without him. They were a team.

But Negan leaned back, looking at their ceiling and shaking his head, giving a laugh.

"Sorry, Doll," he said finally looking down at her once more. "This one's not for you,"

Blake felt a frown find its way between her brows and it took all her strength not to give a huff.

But Negan could obviously sense her utter frustration, flashing her a wide grin, his tongue reaching his teeth.

"Next time, Peaches," he uttered in a gravelly tone, suddenly leaning forward and bumping his shoulder with hers. "I promise."

Blake narrowed her eyes, staring up at him.

Was Negan really making her promises right now?!

"I just want to make sure people are safe," she said tilting her head slightly, gazing up into his chocolate eyes, looking concerned.

At this, Negan gave an approving grin, glancing up at Simon and gesturing in Blake's direction.

"An' that is why she is an utter fucking queen, in the guise of a hot-as fuck, goddamn fox," he said in a faux-tone of sincerity to his right hand man, giving a bemused chuckle. "I mean shit, you should have seen her thirty minutes ago, trying to tear me a fuckin' new one. She has. got. some. balls I can tell you that."

Simon looked back and forth between Blake and Negan for a long moment, before his face suddenly cracked into a large smile to match that of his leader.

Blake let out a small frustrated huff.

She had no idea how one man could annoy her so much, but Negan somehow managed it. Every single time.

The tall, bearded Saviour stared down at her, with something in his brown eyes that she could not quite put her finger on, when he finally gave a whistle, beckoning over the second man with the gun, standing a little way down the corridor.

"Gavin," Negan yelled in calling voice, as the man looked eagerly up and marched instantly over to him. "You wanna escort, Doll-face here, back to the main hall, 'case she gets a little lost and finds her way 'accidentally'…"

At this Negan raised both hands, making air quotes at the word, leaning back as he did so.

"…to our weapons cache, and machine guns through most of my men. Which I wouldn't put it past her to do."

He shot Blake a knowing look, which she merely rolled her eyes at, pursing her lips irritably.

Gavin at once, gave a hurried nod, puffing out his chest and looking over at Blake.

He seemed around Blake's age, perhaps a little older, with messy strawberry-blonde hair and a gun clutched to him.

He looked cocky, his lips pressed into a sub-conscious sneer. And as he stared over at her, she noticed his eyes almost immediately travel down to her breasts without even an ounce of shame.

At this, Blake crossed her arms across her torso huffily, obscuring her boobs from view.

But of course, as always, Negan was not stupid, he had obviously caught exactly what she had, and he turned back to Gavin, his eyes blackening and his jaw now clenched tightly.

Blake could almost sense what was coming.

Negan suddenly gave a sharp whistle, drawing Gavin's eyes back to him instantly, and took a sudden step forwards, looming over the younger, already pretty tall guy, intimidatingly.

"Gavin, Gavin, Gavin," Negan murmured, barely moving his lips as he spoke. And with that he dropped Lucille suddenly onto Gavin's shoulder.

It couldn't have hurt him, but the act alone was enough for Gavin to let out a sharp, visible gulp.

Simon at their side, surveyed the scene grinning, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, rocking back of his heels as did so.

"Now Gavin," continued Negan, in soft voice, giving a pout and staring directly into the younger man's eyes. "You obviously were not present when I explained to all those other assholes in there that Blake, here, is off-limits. So if you feel yourself getting hard lookin' at her titties, and think that by slidin' that skinny, piece-of-shit hand of yours, down to her ass and givin' it a nice, hard squeeze, she's gonna be into you, then you've got another thing fuckin' comin'. Because on my orders, if you even give her any sort of look that ain't one a guy would give his own fuckin' grandma, then I will get her to cut those tiny, little balls of yours, off of you herself."

Blake felt herself rolling her eyes, looking away, trying as hard as she could not to laugh.

There was no way she was going to do any of that, but if it stopped idiots from trying to grope her, then all the better.

"We understandin' each other?" finished Negan with a whisper, his face hovering just an inch or two from Gavin's unnervingly.

And from the look on Gavin's face he certainly did understand, giving a shaky nod and letting out a whimpering-"Y-Yes, Negan."

Negan gave a sudden grin, stepping back and withdrawing Lucille from the younger man's shoulder.

Behind him Simon gave an impressed chuckle, catching Negan's eye and shaking his head bemusedly.

But Negan merely arched his back, turning once more to Blake.

"I will see. you. later, Sweet-cheeks," he said flashing her a wicked smile, before waltzing off down the corridor with Simon, swinging Lucille from his arm causally, whistling as he went.

It was a second before Blake turned to Gavin and raised her eyebrows.

"So…back to the main hall?" she said brightly, not helping the smirk that seemed to plaster itself across her features, as she walked neatly past Gavin, out of the library as he bowed his head, his eyes falling immediately to the floor.

Ok….so having Negan have a soft spot for you did have its perks, she supposed, smiling to herself as she headed back down the long corridor, poor old Gavin now following in her wake.

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[peakyblinders1919]

Prove It

Warning: smut ahead

When you strolled into the Garrison wearing a deep burgundy dress that was cut low and covered in beads, you didn’t expect Michael to be the first person you saw. He was perched at the bar comfortably in-between two girls, when he should have been in London. Sure, when he left for London you had argued but you didn’t break things off, not officially, or so you thought. Apparently it hadn’t been so clear to him. You tried to remain calm as you walked to the bar, squeezing in-between a man not to far from him.

“Whisky, neat.” Your delicate voice said, peaking Michael’s interest as he heard you. His head slowly turned until his eyes landed on yours, a smile spreading across his face. You rolled your eyes, taking your drink from the bartender and turning to the man next to you. You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to put up with this, watching Michael flirt with other girls he didn’t really care about.

You watched each other most of night, your eyes on him when he’d flash his Peaky reputation and buy the girls drink after drink, his eyes on you when you danced with the man. Finally you watched him escape outside, knowing he needed a cigarette. You excused yourself, following him.

“It’s finally nice to see you.” He said, leaning back with a cigarette in hand. You watched him frantically check his pockets for a match, you pulling out a box from the safety of your brassier. You held them out for him and he accepted, lighting his cigarette.

“Well, I didn’t know you were back.”

“Was I supposed to tell you?” He asked as he inhaled sharply.

“Seeing as I’m not really sure if we’re still together or not, yeah, a ring would’a been nice.” You said angrily and he chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re teasing me again…”

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah well, that’s not what it looked like.”

“What are you getting on about Y/N?” He asked somewhat annoyed.

“Those girls in there, I wouldn’t want to distract you from them.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Do I have a reason to be?” You snapped, taking the cigarette from him when he offered it to you.

“I don’t know…” He said, blowing out smoke as you inhaled rather aggressively. “What if there was?” He said slyly, looking at you the same way a fox looks at his prey. That look made you squirm for all the wrong reasons, or in Michael’s case for all the right ones. You groaned as his eyes roamed your body, wondering how you both wanted to fuck Michael and kill him at the same time.

“Then we’re done. Like actually done.” You threatened, hoping to get some kind of reaction from him and when you didn’t, Michael simply lighting another cigarette as you had anxiously smoked all of his, you were fuming. “Fine.” You said, stomping out the cigarette angrily, pretending it was Michael’s head as you tried to go find that man at the bar again.

“Y/N, wait.” He called, following you, spinning you around, forcing you to look at those mysterious eyes of his.

“No Michael, I’m serious we’re fucking do-” You began to say as he grabbed your face in his, a lit cigarette still held firmly in-between his fingers as he kissed you hard. He took control as his lips pressed against yours forcefully, begging for more. When he pulled away, keeping your faces close it took a second for your eyes to flutter open and look at him. And when they did, there were no words.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“And you’re a right prick.” You tried to say angrily but it came out weak as you were still under his touch, mesmerized by his eyes.

“You wanna go back to mine?” He said so close to you that his hot breath fanned over your lips.

“Ok.”

Once in the privacy of his house, you two were never apart. The second you were inside he pushed you against the door, starting by kissing your lips hungrily then working his way across your jaw to your neck. She sucked and nipped at the spot right below your ear, making your knees weak. You fought back though, your hands working hard to take his jacket off and then unbutton his shirt. His lips continues to graze your skin, him sucking harder on your flesh. You didn’t know how badly you missed his touch, your body craving more. You reached for his belt, fumbling to get it lose. He pulled away with a chuckle, watching your hands moving clumsily.

“Honey, the night’s still young.” He said, licking his lips as he looked at your chest.

“So am I.” You purred, pulling him closer by his belt lops. He smiled, liking it when you challenged him for control. Although he’d never admit it, he made you feel like no other girl could. He surrendered to your touch momentarily as you began kissing along his jawline, teasing him when you nibbled on his ear. His laugh turned into a pleasurable groan that he didn’t like escaping his lips, signaling that your charm was working on him. It made you smile momentarily, continuing. You pressed yourself into his body harder, your lips back on his as your  hand began to massage his growing length. He clicked his tongue, pulling away and cocking his head to the side as he looked at her.

“Now you’re teasing me.” He looked at you with a devilish grin.

“Yeah, you deserve it.”

“Right, well then, if we’re giving each other what we deserve you better turn around and get that cute little ass of yours upstairs.”

“Why, what do you got planned for me Mr. Gray?”

“You’ll see, come on,” he said, turning you around and giving a playful smack to your butt. You yelped, jumping and turning your head to look at him somewhat angrily.

“Come on, there’s more where that came from. Get upstairs.” He tried to say sternly but you walked slowly, turning around to face him.

“I like seeing you like this… I might keep you waiting.” You said and thats when another smirk crossed his face and he rushed up the rest of the stairs, taking time two at a time to be closer to you, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you into the bedroom as your clutched him. He threw you onto the bed roughly, you laughing as he made his way towards you, trailing his hands from your hips to your shoulders, getting you naked in one swift movement. You let out another laugh you found him hanging over you, brining his lips back to yours. They moved to your sweet spot under your ear again, making you realize a breathy sigh of contempt. Your noises turned Michael on, him firmly pressing himself between your legs. You felt him through his underwear again, still wondering why he even had them on. Surprised you pulled back, looking into his confused eyes.

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” You asked with a sly smirk. Only you could make Michael Gray blush as he was now, totally aware of him on you.

“You have know fucking idea. The things I want to do to you…”

“Then do them.” You purred and he didn’t need more motivation than that to get inside of you, making rough and fast movements. Everything he did to you was drawn out from a place of carnal desire, his movements becoming faster and faster as your whimpers and shrieks, oohs and aahs and any other noises that escaped your mouth made him want you more. It was obvious to say that this was the best time you’d ever had with Michael, the loud banging of the headboard against the wall an indication to the neighbors and the scratches you left on his back an indication to you both. After he caused you to hit you high he drew out, pressing more kisses to you before he fell to your side. After a moment you rolled over, putting you head on his chest and drawing circles on it with your fingers, him taking one of the hands behind his hand and wrapping it around you somewhat protectively.

“So… those girls you left at the Garrison?”

“What about them?” He asked, staring smoke from his cigarette swirling to the ceiling.

“Are they reason to be jealous?”

“What’d you think? He asked, looking down at you.

“I want to say no.”

“And you’d be right.” He stated matter of factly, bringing the cigarette back to his lips. You moved quickly then, setting yourself on either side of his hips. His eyes perked up, brining his free hand to your waist. He looked at you intrigued as he went to smoke again. You leaned forward, taking it from his lips and throwing it in the trash. You leaned down, close to his lips, moving to his ear.

“Tell me.” You whispered. “Just tell me.”

“Those girls mean nothing to me compared to you.”

“So we’re still together?” You said, pausing in between each word to plant a kiss somewhere on his body.

“Yes, we’re still together.” He sighed, now becoming somewhat bored with your antics. You smirked, looking at him again.

“Prove it.” You said and so you were together again, his hands settled on your butt as he pressed into you and you him, kissing and making love until the quiet hours of the morning. Maybe he should go to London more often…

Hope this is good! Tell me what you think! Believe it or not writing smut for me is still kinda weird so sorry if it comes across that way but please lmk what you think and all that jazz. sorry the gifs of finn in AK but it still works ;)