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addicted-to-dc · 2 years

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Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader - The Archives (Part 2)

I forgot how fun writing fluff can be. Maybe it’ll be three parts? Four parts? This story is too damn fun to cut it short. Enjoy the second part to The Archives!!

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: Fluff, usual banter, paranoia, etc. Probably the fluffiest fic I’ve ever written.

You thought you’ve seen all Gotham has to offer. Jay proves you wrong on the first date, pulling the city at its seams so you can finally see behind its curtain. What you thought was just gothic architecture morphs into living history. The city becomes a history book, not just the living tombstone that you believed it to be.

The poem Jay referenced is abstract, something that you could never decipher, but somehow your Mystery Man did. How he knew about this place in enough detail to connect it with a poem is crazy.

There wasn’t an exchange of phone numbers, not even an email, but somehow it works. The weather already moved on to a cool fall breeze, the wind powerful enough to make you slightly cold. At least it gave you a reason to run to the nearest café and grab a latte.

Your classes and assignments were long forgotten as you wait near the statue of whatever historical figure that’s important to the school. There was some fun fact that always stuck with you since your orientation, something about shaking or tapping one of the hands. The clear difference between the gleaming hand and its dark sleeve told you that students still engaged in the tradition.

As soon as you see him walking your way you jump up from your seat, walking out to hand him a spare latte. He flashes that damn smile again, extending out an arm as he begins to lead you near the edges of the campus.

“Hope you like lavender,” you say, watching as he takes a sip.

“Like it?” he asks, taking another sip.

He goes into the dramatics, pondering until he finally decides his opinion.

“I love it.”

You chuckle at his antics, taking a sip of your drink. The warmth made the wind bearable, and you take a mental note to ration out the drink as much as you can. You have no idea where Jay is taking you, but he assures you it’s still on campus. Not too far, but far enough to have your solitude undisturbed.

“So, what’s this mysterious place you’re taking me to?” you ask, relishing in the warmth of his arm. “Hopefully I’ll live to see a second date?”

He stops at a crossway and presses the button, turning to get a better look at you. You’re joking, but there’s still hesitance in your eyes. How he reads you so easily should frighten you, but he’s not offended by your fears. If anything, Jay understands.

“I just found you, why waste the good company?” he questions you, sipping his latte. “Jokes aside, I hope we can continue to follow in the footsteps of Amadeus Arkham. It’s rare to even find an inkling of his works that aren’t scholarly articles.”

You smile at the sight of the sparkle in his eyes, much like a kid who just discovered an ancient treasure map. These aren’t just dates anymore, it’s an adventure.

“You really fell down the rabbit hole with this research, huh?” you laugh, continuing walking once it was safe to cross. “Is that your major? History?”

You look down to step over the ledge just to make sure you don’t fall on your ass. Your latte sloshes around, but manages to stay inside the cup. Your attention returns to him, but you finally notice that he’s deep in thought.

“Actually, I’m not a student,” he finally replies. “I needed to use the archives for a work project. Hopefully that doesn’t take me off the table.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you ponder, taking an inquisitive sip from your cup. “Depends if you’re an investigator, historian, or… a journalist.”

Your attention diverts to the shift in the environment around you. There’s less students wandering around the sidewalks, which are a bit more run down than usual. The plant life in general isn’t looking too hot, but the architecture is what really caught your eye. You’re too distracted to notice Jay’s initial response.

“Hm? Sorry, I haven’t been in this area before,” you sigh, taking in the scenery. “It seems more modern than the college.”

“That’s because it is,” Jay replies, weighing his options. “This area’s only a decade or two younger than the college. How could you tell?”

You just shrug, “I don’t know, it gives off a different vibe.”

“A different vibe?” he asks, glancing at the buildings you just passed.

“A different vibe,” you nod, returning your attention to Jason. “So, what’s your job?”

He guides you to turn down a street, beginning a weird set of twists and turns that completely ruin your sense of direction. If Jay wants to get you lost, he’s accomplished that with the first few turns.

“You got the investigator part of it correct, but there’s a little more to it,” he says, pulling back a chain link fence.

“Don’t tell me… a detective?” you blurt out, shaking your head as soon as you see his face. “No, you would have agreed with the cop.”

Stepping through the fence, your breath is taken away as soon as you see it. It’s a fountain, or at least it’s supposed to be one. The marble is covered in moss and plants, but it only adds to the beauty of the artwork. A woman shrouded in torn cloth gently holds a downturned scythe, her other hand laying open to address any who lay their eyes upon her. Everything made sense at the sight of her. You understand why Amadeus Arkham was so bewitched by the statue, dedicating so many poems to it.

You turn to Jason, struggling to find your voice, “How did you find this place?”

He steps away from the fence to stand beside you, his hand ghosting over your waist. The two of you just take everything in. You’re afraid to take another step, convinced that you’ll ruin what’s left of this place.

“You’ll be surprised what a stupid kid who is obsessed with parkour can find when he’s bored,” he whispers, the weight of his hand grounding you to this moment. “Never realized what it was until now.”

“A scene right out of a fairy tale?”

Light trickles through the leaves and dances across the woman. You don’t even know what to call her. A goddess? Maybe she’s the grim reaper, a motherly version that eases you away from life, pain.

“I didn’t know Gotham could be like this,” you sigh, leaning into him. “Thank you for bringing me here. You didn’t have to, but you did.”

Your eyes finally move away from the statue and look into his. The green in his eyes reminds you of the very plants thriving in this slice of heaven. The shades of his eyes even mimic the shades of leaves dancing around.

“Can I kiss you?”

He instantly replies by leaning forward, pulling you so close that you can’t breathe. Jay’s lips gently meet yours, softer than any kiss you’ve had before. Your fingers quickly dart into his hair, tugging him even closer. His groan sends ripples down your spine, forcing a gasp from your throat.

He’s the one to pull away first, allowing the both of you to catch your breath. Leaning against him, you shakily suck in air with a smile on your face. He has the same smile on his face and you can’t help but laugh.

“Is this what it feels like to fall in love?” you ask, afraid that you’re putting your heart on the line way too soon.

“No amount of poems can describe even a fraction of what I’m feeling.”

You feel like you’re about to explode into a million pieces as he pulls you close once again, kissing you under the canopy of a long forgotten treasure. Your mind goes blank and focuses only on the moment. No classes, no homework, and certainly no Gotham. It’s just you and Jason in your own little paradise.

Your heart yearns to stay here forever, but reality catches back up to you. Burning, your lungs are burning again. It’s your turn to pull back, sad to have another moment stuck in the past much like the words of a poet that led you here.

Continued in part 3...

#The Archives #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #pyg

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jisungscaramel · 4 years

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dare | han

❀ genre; smut, a little fluff, best friends au ❀ pairing; han jisung x reader (fem) ❀ word count; 2k

[warnings] explicit sexual content, oral, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), (mild) edging, cockwarming, saucy truth or dare

The intangible friction between you and your best friend was undeniable, yet with conviction, you held this idea that it was all in your head, and instead of fleshing out the inkling of frustration you felt every time you’d hang out, you chose to ignore it.

You chose to ignore the way he’d press his palms into the small of your back when he’d pull you close, the way he’d keep your body tight on his when he’d hug you, the way you’d catch his curious stares, the way his eyes seemed to send endless subliminal messages.

You chose to ignore the way the butterflies would flutter in your chest whenever that physical contact was made, the desire that would pool in the pit of your stomach whenever your wordless gazes collided.

You chose to ignore it.

Until today.

Honestly, you couldn’t say if he was on the same wavelength as you but as soon as he said these words on what you perceived to be a usual Netflix date (hold the chill), you were definitely suspicious: “Let’s play truth or dare.”

You knocked him on the head. “Han Jisung, you know there’s only two of us here… right?”

He blinked at you innocently and rather cutely, as if he couldn’t see the correlation between your questions. “Yes… you’re point?”

You clicked your tongue, sinking back into the worn in leather couch with your arms crossed. “Have you ever played truth or dare with just one other person? I sure as fuck haven’t.”

He rolled his eyes in an exaggeratedly exasperated manner. “No, but I don’t recall there ever being a rule saying you can’t.”

“But,” you turned to him to put on your best puppy dog face… which was mediocre at best but a valiant attempt, “don’t you wanna watch Avatar? We’re almost done with Book 2.”

“We watched it already… 4 times actually… in the past month.”

“Yes… your point?” you wrinkled your nose, repeating his previous words.

“Let’s do something different for a change.”

You turn the television off. “Ok fine,” drawing out the latter word as if it were stuck on your tongue.

Next thing you knew, he was constricting your body with his limbs, happily rubbing his cheek on yours like a child. “Yee!” and then all of sudden, he was sitting back, deadpan, folding his arms with determination. “Truth or dare?”

“Hmmm truth.”

And then that small child was back. “What? Why? That’s no fun!”

You shrugged. “You wanted to play truth or dare, remember? Emphasis on truth.”

“Fine, is it true that you hooked up with someone in the library?”

“Ji, I already told you that story.”

“I know, but it was so wild that I didn’t really believe you. Now you have to tell me the truth.”

“What makes you think I’d be any less truthful otherwise? And also, what makes you think that I’d absolutely tell you the truth now if I was possibly lying before?”

He widened his eyes and flared his nostrils in a rather comical manner. “If you can lie during truth or dare, you must be satan.”

You stared at him rather blankly, speaking quite frankly, “that… made no sense.”

His lips pressed into a firm line. “It does; you just won’t admit it.”

You snickered, rolling your eyes. “Whatever… truth or dare”

“Dare, I ain’t no bitch.”

You smacked his shoulder - playfully. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

And he pouted, rubbing his shoulder. “Nothing… nothing at all.”

“I dare you to leave Felix a voice note confessing your love to him.”

He offered you a begrudging glare but he wordlessly unlocked his phone with no hesitation, opening his messages with his roommate. He lifted the end to his lips: “Oi Felix! I just wanted to let you know that I love you bro.” He smiled in satisfaction as he sent the note.

“That’s not what I meant!” you protested.

To which, he shrugged. “You didn’t specify what kind of love.”

Your hand made contact with your face in embarrassment. “Why are you like this?”

“Because you,” he placed his palms on his cheeks to squish them, “love me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Ok, truth or dare?”

“...Just to make you happy: dare.”

“Hmmm,” he bit his lip in contemplation, “what should I get you to do?” he gripped his chin.

“Please don’t make me eat wasabi. I almost burned my nose off that one ti-”

“I dare you to kiss me… on the lips.”

When you met his eyes, you expected the usual teasing glint, but you saw none. He was dead serious, and you felt the saliva thicken in your throat, forcing you to swallow a little harder than normal.

As if your body was moving on its own, you leaned forward toward Jisung, resting your hands on his shoulders, distance lessening an inch by every passing moment. You were only planning on giving him a peck, but it just felt more natural to slightly part and purse your lips into a proper kiss. As your eyes fell shut, your heart began trembling in its confines, rattling your spine - you just hoped it wasn’t as obvious to him as it was to you.

His plush peach lips were as soft as you imagined - though you’d never admit you’d been imagining it in the first place. And for a moment, maybe two, you passed through the mix of emotional signals, focusing instead on the physical, the subliminal body language: how his hands found themselves on your hips, how his lips occasionally broke the rhythm to tug on your lower lip, how he’d let out the softest groans every time there was a change in pressure.

But then you removed yourself from your physical position, remembering the mental position you were in, biting your lips and looking away, biting your lips as if you wanted to say something, but your words clung to your throat - so you cleared it. “...truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Why did you want me to kiss you?”

His expression was serious - something you weren’t used to. He leaned back, folding his arms, lips parted, tongue smoothing over his teeth to graze the edge of his top lip. “Same reason why you couldn’t get your hands off me.”

You didn’t even have a moment to be dissatisfied with his answer. “Truth or dare?” there was a sultry tone to his voice, and although it was out of character for him, it was perfectly in line with the vibe he was giving in that moment.

“Dare.” The first time you’d chosen that, it was for no reason other than to spare yourself of Jisung’s complaints, but this time? Curiosity laced your tongue, wondering where he would take it next, if he would take it anywhere at all.

“Go down on me.”

You tugged on your lower lip with your teeth as a subtle smirk grew on your face. Of course, he would. You got down on the floor, kneeling in front of him.

You placed your palm over his crotch, feeling a stirring beneath the fabric of his jeans. “Are you gonna help me with this?” You prodded the top button with your index finger.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You’re a big girl.”

Challenge accepted.

The finger on his button flicked it undone, but you took your time pulling the zipper down. You were in no rush.

But he was.

You could tell from the slightest gestures: the way his back kept sinking back in the couch, the way his fingers kept combing through his hair, the way he hissed under his breath, the way his hips rolled up - if you weren’t so close to him, you wouldn’t have noticed any of it.

When you finally took it upon yourself to free his personified frustration, you were taken aback, not because of his girth or the throbbing redness - although that was in the back of your mind. You were teetering on a metaphorical edge of your friendship. The kiss was one thing but now you were approaching the gate of no return. But you’d have plenty of time to worry about that later... and after the fact.

You let the lust shroud your head with its black clouds as you leaned in closer. You delicately ran the flat of your ring finger up his length while dragging your tongue down, eliciting an explicit gasp from him.

And he couldn’t help but squirm under you when you circled your tongue under the head, where he was the most sensitive.

Your lips secured around the tip, and you sunk them down as far as they could go, until they pressed firmly on his pelvis. The vulgar gurgling sound you inadvertently made while fighting your gag reflex only did more to stir his arousal.

“Fuck, since when were you this hot?”

You started bobbing your head up and down, cheeks hollowing as a result of the increased suction. Every now and then, you’d slow down to trace his prominent veins with your tongue, and when you’d pick up your pace again, grunts and groans continuously trickled down his lips.

You wanted to smirk. Your nostrils flared as the corners of your lips lifted up as much as they could in their limiting position. You had to take your hands away from his hip and the base of his dick to place them behind your back just to show off.

When Jisung’s sounds became gruffer and more primal, you had an inlinking of what was to come. So, you stopped, smacking your lips with a loud pop.

“Truth or dare?” Desire poured from your half-lidded eyes, lacing your voice in a tone that sent electricity through Jisung’s nerves.

“...Dare,” he whispered, still heavily breathing.

You stood up. “Take your pants off and don’t move for the next five minutes… no matter what.”

He peered up at you with suspicious eyes, but did as you asked. His suspicion turned into surprise as you pulled your leggings and panty off in one motion, setting the garments on the ground.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a strained voice as you straddled him, gripping the back of the couch for support, aligning your now-dripping heat over his erection.

“Making,” you started lowering yourself, taking him in, “things more,” all in, “interesting.”

He threw his head back, “Fuck.”

“Remember,” you tapped your phone on the other side of the couch to see the time, “no moving for five minutes.”

“You’re so evil.” He glared at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought you knew this already.”

“I didn’t-” his attempt to amend his statement was cut short when you attached your lips to his jaw, trailing kisses up its line, slowly, taking your time.

He held his breath when yours blew into his ear, heat searing his skin, and you could feel him twitch inside you.

“I’m gonna destroy you when my turn is up.”

You tapped his chin with your finger. “If you can manage to behave until then.”

“You think I can’t?”

“It’s not that I think you can’t… I just don’t think you can.” You waved your hips to increase the pressure between your connected skin, and you could tell he had to bite his tongue just to suppress a moan.

When your lips latched onto his neck, he gulped, staring at the clock at the other end of the room. He tried to fixate on the constant movement of the second hand, but his body had a different agenda, preferring to focus on how good your lips felt on his sensitive skin, how you alternated between sweet pecks and French kisses, hard sucking and soft nibbling.

He felt the heat radiating from his skin, sweat dripping down the back of his neck as a result of his attempt to hold himself back. He grit his teeth, frustration crippling his body; he was this close to caving, this close.

“Time.”

He bucked his hips up, gripping yours tightly. “Such a fucking tease.” But he still held back, keeping his pumping slow and steady. “Truth or dare?”

You crashed your body to match his tempo. “Truth.”

“Do you want it harder?”

“...Yes.”

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A/N This one is also a reimagined version of a scenario I wrote for a different idol years ago

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amythedvdhoarder · 4 years

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Storm in a Teacup

Pairing: Bucky x Divorced Reader

Word Count: ~2K

Warnings: Fluff, a monster of an ex-mother-in-law

Summary: You’re on your first date after your divorce. Who should you run into? Your ex-mother-in-law.

A/N: This comes from a request sent in by a lovely nonnie, who wanted a fic based around a divorced reader who runs into her ex-mother-in-law whilst on a date with Bucky. Before that point, Bucky didn’t know about her divorce. Embarrassment ensues and Bucky has to make up his mind about what to do next. I hope I have done your idea justice. Sorry it took me so long.

Thank you to the wonderful @drabblewithfrannybarnes for beta reading for me. Ily hun 😘

It had taken a long time for you to get to this position, to feel comfortable enough to be dating again. But you had been separated from your now ex-husband for two and a half years, your divorce finalised 6 months ago. It was time to try and have some semblance of a life. You felt guilty about not revealing your divorce to Bucky, but when you moved to New York you really wanted a fresh start, so you didn’t tell anyone about your past. Of course, if there came a time when Bucky needed to know then you would tell him, but this was just a coffee.

Bucky and you had begun talking a few months ago. It started when he was dropping off mission reports with small smiles, progressing to hello’s and then to you making him coffee whenever he stopped by during your lunch break, which he always seemed to arrive in time for. He had realised quickly that you weren’t a New York native, so traded your museum recommendations for tv, film and music recommendations. Each time you met you discussed your latest weekend museum trip and he told you his thoughts on the latest thing he had watched or listened to.

It was clear that you two had a connection. Your co-workers had even commented on how well you and the notoriously silent super-soldier seemed to get along. They were surprised that you hadn’t been on a date already. But you had reservations; perhaps it was too soon. Plus, there was no way Bucky would be interested in you. He was just polite and maybe enjoyed having someone who wasn’t a superhero to talk to. It was a shock when he asked you out for coffee the next time you saw him. You were even more shocked that you had agreed without any hesitation.

You were nervous. In fact, nervous was an understatement. Sick to your stomach was a more accurate description. It wasn’t the fact that it was a date with Bucky Barnes, it was the fact it was a date. Your first, first date in nearly 10 years.

Bucky was leaning against a lamppost, outside your apartment waiting for you. When you saw him you felt yourself instantly relax. He gave you his signature lopsided grin that you had come to crave and ambled over to you.

“You look great,” he said as he stood back and admired you.

“Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself for an old man,” you teased. That was the understatement of the century. He looked like a model in his dark wash jeans, dark blue henley layered over a black t-shirt and a leather jacket in his hand.

He shook his head and chuckled to himself. “Theoretically we’re about the same age you know.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Hmmm well I don’t know about that, but we better get going otherwise we’ll be out past your bedtime.”

“What happened to respecting your elders?” Bucky winked.

“Maybe elders that don’t act like teenage boys, but you and Sam are like high-school kids.”

Bucky looked confused for a second and then remembered that you had caught him and Sam hiding Steve’s shield under your desk the other week.

Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright, you win.”

The coffee shop was only a couple of streets away, on a corner opposite one of your favourite parks. Bucky and you ordered together and found a table near the window.

Both of you were chatting away about an art gallery you had visited the day before when you were suddenly interrupted.

“You,” that was a voice you would recognise anywhere, a voice which still haunted you. One of constant criticism, one that drove a wedge between you and the person you thought you would spend the rest of your life with.

“Hello Eliza,” you said through a forced smile.

Bucky stood and politely offered his hand to Eliza, but she ignored it leaving Bucky to sit down awkwardly.

“What brings you to New York?” you asked curtly.

“Well Leon and I are visiting my sister,” you balked, glancing quickly around the room, checking for any sign of him.

“He’s not here so you can stop looking. My son had a lucky escape by all accounts,” she sent a sneering look towards Bucky and then back to you. “Barely divorced and already moving on. I always suspected you were a whore; this just confirms it.”

Tears sprang to your eyes; she was publicly humiliating you. Calling you out for being a whore, when you had done nothing but be faithful to her son throughout your marriage and in fact whilst going through the long and bitter divorce. It was her son who couldn’t keep it in his pants. Anger took over and just as you were about to respond Bucky stood up and moved in front of you.

“Sorry I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to speak to anyone like that,” his voice low and urgent, his metal hand clenching and unclenching quickly by his side.

Eliza smirked, eyes flicking up and down at the man standing in front of her. “Ah I recognise you off the news, you two make the perfect match. Both damaged goods that no normal person could want.”

You stood up and went to stand by Bucky’s side, gently taking his arm in your hands. “That’s enough Eliza, we aren’t family anymore, you have made it evidently clear you want nothing to do with me. The feeling is very much mutual. We have nothing more to say to each other so goodbye.”

She let out a little exclamation of shock, but she quickly recovered her sharp exterior. Without saying another word, she just turned on her heels and left the coffee shop.

Bucky gently led you back to your seat, ignoring the people staring at both of you. You looked like you were in shock.

“Hey…” his thumb caught the tears that had begun to roll down your cheeks, “she’s not worth your tears.”

This seemed to finally snap you out of your daze. You look at Bucky and everything just seemed so overwhelming. He was being too kind. Eliza had been right, you were damaged, Bucky deserved more than you, someone who could at least be honest about themselves.

‘I’m sorry Bucky…” you grabbed your bag and tore yourself away from him, running out the café and onto the busy street.

He didn’t follow you immediately like he wanted to, he knew you needed some space. Bucky didn’t know you well but wanted to, he was going to be there for you if you let him. Besides he had an inkling about where you were.

You were exactly where he thought you would be, sat on a bench in the park, covered by a weeping willow.

“Mind if I sit,” you jumped at the intrusion. Bucky stood in front of you, holding two take-out cups from the coffee shop and what looked like a very chocolatey cookie.

All of you could do was nod, the shame of Eliza’s words and your own dishonesty still coursing through you.

“Here,” Bucky offered you the cup and you numbly accepted. “Do you want to split this?” he held up the bag and you rolled your eyes at him. “I mean, I’m quite happy to eat it all,” he sent you a lopsided grin.

You couldn’t help the little snort that escaped you. “We’ll split it, would hate for you to have to spend an extra hour in the gym burning off a whole cookie.”

“You’re too kind,” he teased, opening the bag and poking out the cookie for you to snap off half of it.

Both of you sat and ate without uttering a word to one another. You couldn’t believe he was being so nice to you; you certainly didn’t deserve it.

“I can see why you like it here so much,” Bucky commented, breaking the silence.

“Bucky, how did you know I’d be here?” You turned to face him and took a sip of your coffee.

“I’ve seen you here before. But before you think I’ve been stalking you let me explain. I grew up around here, a couple of blocks away actually. I like to come here for a walk sometimes to remember the happier more carefree times. I spotted you one day but you looked so content in your own little world, I didn’t want to interrupt.” His cheeks flushed slightly with his admission.

He cleared his throat and looked at the coffee cup in his hands before continuing. “Then I started coming here more regularly, hoping I would see you, but I never plucked up the courage to come and talk to you.”

“I’m sorry Bucky” you said quietly.

“That’s the second time you’ve apologised to me today and I still don’t know what you’ve got to be sorry about. It’s not your fault that woman was way out of line. You don’t owe me an apology for anything,” His brows knitted together with concern and it made you feel even more guilty.

“I should’ve told you about the divorce,” smiling ruefully, placing your empty coffee cup between you on the bench.

“I already knew,” he shrugged.

“What? How? I hadn’t told anyone at work,” you spluttered in shock.

“That’s how,” he nodded to where your thumb and forefinger were twisting around where your wedding ring used to be.

You let go immediately and shook your head. “Why did you ask me out for coffee if you knew about my divorce?”

It was perplexing to you that anyone would want to come anywhere near you after your divorce. You had just assumed you would be alone forever. No one had two people out there meant for them. Well, maybe Leon hadn’t been your one.

“We can’t help our past,” Bucky flexed his metal hand, “I know that better than most. All we can do is make the most of our future. I like you, have since I met you. In fact, Sam got so fed up of me talking about you, that he threatened to ask you out himself if I didn’t hurry up and get on with it. Not that I didn’t want to, it’s just thought you could do so much better that an ex-brainwashed assassin.”

“You’re a good man Bucky, anyone would be lucky to have you” you whispered.

Bucky leant over and wiped away the tears you hadn’t realised had begun to roll down your cheeks. “I don’t just want anyone though,” His deep blue eyes peered into yours trying to get across his meaning.

“I like you too Bucky, but we’ve got to take this slow.” His face lit up at your words and he took your hand and pressed it to his lips.

“I’m over 100 years old, slow suits me. But seeing as our first date was hijacked would you like to get some dinner with me? I know a diner around the corner has the best burger in the city.”

“Sounds perfect, but only if you let me get it this time. I owe you for the coffee and the cookie.” You offered.

“I think I just about agree to terms of that deal,” Bucky laughed, scooped up the rubbish and got to his feet. “Shall we?” he asked, offering you his free hand.

You put your hand in his and got to your feet. “Let’s go.”

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itstheimpossibledream · 4 years

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Candlelight

Pairing: Geralt xOFC

Warning : Fluff w/Smut, unprotected sex, mention of bodliy fluids, size kink-ish, Oral ( female receiving)

Summary : Geralt rolls into town and the town’s brothel owner has to have him. I’m toying with the idea of Geralt having poor self-esteem or body image?? That’s right she’s giving you predictable tavern vibes with a twist. Let me know what you think!

All mistakes are mine please do not use or post my fics without my permission!Also feel free to interact submit requests, prompts all dat !

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He entered the tavern with a sort of brooding charm. The entire room slowed the second he stepped inside. He must be used to people looking at him, he walks past them slowly, setting a pouch of money on the counter.He was served his drink and the room exhaled in unison, as the other men began to return to their conversations.You worked the room sitting on a lap here, showing your bosom while pouring a pint there, a fairly normal night. You could feel him watching you as he drank his ale. You flitted around the tables as men spoke of how Witchers killed both monsters and men. How they were a made up people, capable of magic. In all honesty it seemed a little exaggerated. The man at the bar before you was very dull looking, with the exception of his bright eyes. He seemed strong but, most definitely in need of a bath and a laugh. He had a hard face and remained silent as you refilled his drink. The night wore on and one by one the few men left in the pub began to break off with one of your girls, moving to the rooms further upstairs and outside for quick hookups, to cherish the few hours left before the morning light. You filled the Witcher's drink again and silence crept over the room. As the only two left in the pub there was an expectation of communication at some point and yet nothing was coming from his end.

"Rough day ?" you ask jokingly

you notice his jaw clench as he fixes his lips to respond.

"Something like that ." he grumbles before taking another drink. If he didn't want to talk that was fine but, at the very least he had to remove himself from your establishment.

"I'll be gone in a hour."he states as if foreseeing your next comment.

"Unfortunately, we're closed now." you retort.

"I'll blow out the candles when I leave."

"No.You'll leave with me." you said matter-of-factly,covering yourself with your cloak and heading towards the door.

"Okay." he replied calmly, pushing back from the bar and retrieving his sword from the stool next to him. His large frame towered in front of you and you contemplated if this was actually a good idea or, if you had simply spoken to soon. He must have read the dumbfounded look on your face because he quickly made up the distance between the bar and the tavern door, opening it wide and letting in the slight crispness of the night air. He motioned his arm toward the door and you quickly finished blowing out the last of the candles, graciously accepting his invitation into the night.

"Do you lock up this way every night?" you wonder what made him ask that, did he plan to come back another night and break in?Or was he simply trying to make small talk ?

"No, usually the men tend to need the attention of a woman a bit earlier."

"Hmmm" you heard his deep voice grumble from behind.

“I imagine your presence here had them intrigued.” you offer politely.

"Why are you walking behind me and not with me?" you asked, turning back to look at him.

"For safety." he mumbled.

"Safety?" you ask through a laugh "I own a brothel."

"Exactly." he says, cocking an eyebrow in your direction.

"So because I own a brothel I must know nothing about protecting myself and-"

"Because you own the only brothel for miles and you offered a stranger to come home with you while paying no attention to the man who's been watching you since we started walking. " He said, turning to glare at the stalker.

You immediately turned and looked past him to see a man scrambling down the cobblestone streets. He was right, maybe you could have been a bit more careful.

"So you know the location of every brothel?" you smirk up at him.

"I'm not proud of that." the voice drills lowly

"What's that supposed to mean?" you respond poking him in the ribs. He doesn't laugh, or even smile

"Means it's easier, as a witcher to live out of sight." you looked up at him much more serious this time. It hadn't even crossed your mind that a man so obviously special could consider himself an outsider.

"What are you looking at ?" his voice was deep and monotone.

You allow your hand up to his face to trace a fresh scratch on the side of his eyebrow. The finger slowly drags downward, over the hair on his chin. He lowers his mouth to you and before thinking about it you meet his lips. He immediately pulls back, before you even get the chance to breathe, you motion to the building behind you to let him know that you've arrived at your home. He lifts a strong, veiny hand to wipe his lips and your heart slightly sinks with the thought that he immediately regrets kissing you. He moves a handful of hair from his face, behind his ear and sighs.

"Look, I don't have money for this. And in any other situation I would give my last dime for your services but-"

" I wasn't offering my services." you retort coldly

"I'm sorry I wasn't trying to-" You could tell even despite the stone facade he was embarrassed now.

"A completely reasonable misunderstanding ." you say opening the hard wooden door and stepping inside. You turn to look behind you "You coming witcher?" you ask tilting your head and allowing yourself to lend him your most seductive smile.

"Mph" he grunts, stepping in and closing the door behind you.

Your lodgings were small but accommodating. He began to work on making a fire as you whirled around the room collecting herbs and other ingredients for dinner. By now the fire was beginning to bring itself to a roar and you set the cold pot , filled with its contents into the hearth.Your mind swirled with ways to seduce the man, or perhaps magic beings like this were entirely incapable of having sex, maybe he knew where all those brothels were because he just longed for company.

"I ate earlier, at your establishment." he mumbled deeply, breaking you from your thoughts.

"I don't cook at my establishment." you say calmly "I don't eat there either." you resume pouring a dram and moving to take a seat at the table in the center of the room. You offer him the other glass and he accepts in silence, claiming a seat opposite of yours. You had never crossed a man who didn’t want something from you, that is what made this silence so unbearable.

"You don't talk much do you ?" you ask smugly

"Hm." he grunts as his lips turn up into a slight smile. "No."

"Guess it's up to me to force you to speak then." you say, tossing back the rest of your drink and moving towards his chair. There was a space between his legs and the table, you stood there and began undoing the buttons at the nape of your dress. With one last clasp, it was undone and joined the floor. You stood before him in your chemise, entirely visible but putting on the most sultry face you could muster. He stared at you coldly, whether shocked or off put by your forwardness, no one could say. There was no inkling as to what he may be thinking as your heartbeat pounded in your ears. You looked down at yourself wondering if the grey haired gentleman in front of you had even been with a woman before, judging by his bone structure he must have. He was much too handsome to have remained a virgin, especially while frequenting brothels. But, the lack of light in his eyes made you quite sure he was void of interest. You brought your eyes back up to meet him as he ran a hand through his hair, golden eyes unmoved.

You decide to remove all room for doubt and you pull at the strings of the chemise, letting it lightly float down to meet the rest of your dress. Delicately stepping out of the circle of dresses enshrining your ankles you further entreat into his space. You feel a cold hand slowly brush up your thigh. Finally some feedback, however silent it may be.

" Still nothing to say?" you asked looking down at him, you could see him processing the fact that you were offering yourself up to him for free, that even the two of you being alone together would in no way be considered modest or preserving of your dignity.Then again how much did you really have left. You were after all a prostitute, turned business owner, now standing in front of a mythical man you weren’t even sure was capable of a sexual relationship. Moreover, tomorrow he would leave your home in daylight and everyone would speculate that you had had him that night anyway.

Most of your girls lived in apartments above you, this was the hour in which they slept or serviced their own men. A ruckus you had learned to sleep through but, you doubted the man below you would be as capable. His hand works painfully slowly up your thigh. Goosebumps arise on your skin as his hand turns inside to cup the top of the thigh of your alternate leg. You feel your eyes flutter in anticipation before he presses a thumb perfectly onto your clit, his other fingers rub against the lips of your opening. His eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit room, intensely fixed on you and your pleasure. It was becoming increasingly apparent that he didn't have to say anything to make you want him. The fire crackling from the hearth set a pace for the night’s festivities.As his hand worked your mound, you could feel yourself becoming wetter, you even allowed a small whimper to be released from your lips. You see the crease begin to deepen at the edge of his lips, could it be that this stone of a man was actually beginning to smile? You whimper again just to tease him, begging to see more of his smile. He doesn't give you what you want. He simply grunts and moves his hands, to lift you onto the wooden table behind you. For a moment you're actually embarrassed, ironic considering your history of selling yourself prior to being able to purchase the tavern but, it had been a while since you had actually been with a man; so focused on your entrepreneurial endeavors you had managed to leave bedroom endeavors entirely by the wayside. It had been good for you, resigning from that work but, the second he walked into your tavern you wanted him, that could not be denied. You clenched your legs together,in both shame and anticipation. You could feel yourself dripping onto the table below and willed it to stop, despite the knowledge that he now had complete control over you. He pushed your knee apart with one hand, when you didn't willingly open up for him, he forced you to with a more audible grunt. Your breath cuts short and you can tell he notices, despite your attempt to hide. He opens your legs wide for him and scrapes his chair loudly on the floor before you,moving closer. You can feel the heat creeping up your chest and neck as you hold your breath in anticipation.

"Relax." He whispers into your sopping wet core. You look at him between your legs and he quickly averts his eyes, not allowing you the satisfaction of seeing into him. His tongue laps at your clit and instantly you are unable to contain your sounds. You begin to writhe swinging your hips on the wooden table as he sucks on your clit, bringing a finger to play at your opening. He pushes his finger in and out of you slowly, humming into your core. You can't help yourself anymore, reaching for a fistful of his silver hair pushing his lips closer to you as you grind into his mouth. You pull back on his hair slightly in an attempt to get him to slow down but, all it manages to do is make him return to you hungrier than ever. His fingers pump into you needlessly, as his mouth works you over. You become acutely aware of the volume of your breathing and the want to say his name, practically a need to say his name. To give him the satisfaction of hearing how successfully he is pleasing you. It dawned on you that you had never even asked his name and he hadn't bothered to learn yours.

"Not yet." he says, pulling back from your heat and standing up.You watch as he pulls gingerly at the laces of his pants, fingers working dangerously quick to expose himself. In no time he is forcing himself inside of you moaning deeply and rutting into you with a dangerous ferocity. You use one arm to prop yourself up onto the table and another to dig your fingernails into his buttcheek. He lets out a low growl and you feel a wetness on your cheek as he forces himself into you, creating a space made perfectly for him. He moans into your ear again and you are forced to relish in the fact that you have finally elicited the desired response from this solid rock of a man. He fills you more and more, encroaching in on the space between your legs, pumping harder into you. He spills into you; overflowing out of you and onto the table. You wrap your legs around him a bit longer, holding him inside you, loving the fullness he’s granting you . A fullness you haven't felt in a long time.You throw your head back in complete release, unabashedly revelling in the comfort of this man. He rocks into you slowly, simply not wanting to stop but, you can feel him growing softer inside you, he would definitely need some time to recover. He pulls himself out of you and you can feel the essence of your love-making drip from your core to the table. He places his palms on either side of you, focusing on steading his breathing in an attempt to recover some form of dignity and decorum.You peeked behind the chair to see his sword had been leaning up against it.

“I should go.” he says, dipping down to pull up his pants and fumbling with the laces.You quickly grab for his hand.

“Would you like to share a meal with me?”you asked earnestly. He seemed surprised by your willingness to continue spending time with him. You weren’t afraid of him .

“That’s fine.” he gruffed, sitting back down onto his seat. You nakedly grabbed dishes and served him from the pot, reclaiming your seat opposite him.

“Do you normally do everything without clothes?” he asked not looking up from his bowl.

“Does it bother you?” you asked taking him in. He looks at you plainly.

“Only someone who is uncomfortable with themselves would be uncomfortable being naked around their own home.” you claimed cleaning the spoon in your mouth.

“If your body had as many scars as mine you might feel differently.” he said quietly

“Do you not think you’re beautiful?” you asked, setting down your spoon, with serious intrigue.

He chortled clearly confused by your question.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been described as such.” he mumbles shyly.

“Well you are!” you press “ I don’t know why you can’t see it.” you smiled at him.

“I’m not hungry.” he said pushing himself back from the table.You looked at him in bewilderment, had you truly ruined the moment that much? He made his way over to your side of the table, gingerly lifting you from the chair and throwing you over his shoulder. It was terribly masculine and thrilling to be over his shoulder, to feel like his property. He walks you towards the drape that disguises your bedroom for the rest of the living space, pulling it back and laying you on the mattress below. You stare up at him planking above you on the mattress, jaw firm, eyes intensely glowing in the candlelight. He moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I think you’re beautiful too.” he says softly.

“Well that’s all anyone notices about me.” you laugh

“No.” he tsks with his tongue. “You are brave, and smart, you go after what you want. I admire that.” he whispers as the white sheet lightly blows behind him over the mattress.

You raise your mouth up to kiss him and he smiles into you.

“I’d like to be more gentle this time,” he says, eyebrows furrowed,as if you would resist. You crane your neck up to kiss him again and he falls into you.This Witcher was nothing to be afraid of, and even if he could never be in a long term relationship, he was a moment of comfort. A moment in which it was good to know that there was someone out there like this who could fight all the monsters.

#witcher rp #witcher smut #geralt of rivia #geralt fanfic #geralt x ofc #henry cavill #witcher fanart #smut #witcher x y/n #witcher x reader #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fic

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gyroshrike · 2 years

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Kanaya and Rose

For the “Send me a character and I’ll tell you…” ask game

Kanaya

My NOTP for them - I'm sorry, I don't mean to make another notp including Vriska, but really probably flushed Vriska♥️Kanaya. I'm just... I wouldn't want it to happen. I love Kanaya's pining, but I think I'm a little salty specifically towards Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 5 where Vriska comes back and "fixes" all of Rose and Kanaya's problems. I don’t want her playing a part in any of Kanaya’s flushed relationships :T

My BROTP for them - oh, Kanaya and Karkat all the way. Those two are the BEST. They make my heart all soft and gooey and ahhhhh. How close Kanaya and Karkat were was something that I feel goes very under utilized in the fandom. Also, I am WRECKED by the idea of Karkat trusting Kanaya enough to learn his blood color so she can feed off of him if she needs to.

I'm also a big fan of whatever Kanaya and Sollux had going on in Pesterquest. Their bro energy was OFF THE CHARTS. Sollux's route was hands down one of the funniest in the entire game and he and Kanaya were so good bouncing off each other.

My OTP for them - Oop, no big surprises here, it's flushed Kanaya♥️Rose. I remember wishing way back when, before we even had an inkling of hs being gaaaaaay, I was wishing Rose and Kanaya could be a thing because I thought they had such good energy together. (And then later on I was like "w-wait... is this actually happening? Are they gonna be a thing???")

The amount that Kanaya and Rose click is just nigh indescribable. They are hilarious and badass and sassy and beautiful and both into fiber crafts and goth and also lovers of bright colors and and and and and and just *clenches fist* so good.

I wish I knew a better way to word it. Rose and Kanaya are just similar enough that you can get why they get along, but they're different enough that they're still very much their own characters with their own quirks, weaknesses, their own developed motives and arcs away from each other. They have overlapping aesthetic without being copies of each other.

I think Rosemary is just everything young me could have wanted from a fictional sapphic relationship. The EPIDOME of girls loving girls and I just... AHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED TO DRAW THEM MORE.

My second choice pairing for them. My second choice pairing? Maybe pale Erikan? I just really enjoyed their pesterlogs together and thought they were really funny and that Kanaya was really good at getting Eridan to listen. (You know, before the whole murder thing.)

My fluffy pairing for them - Not exactly a pairing, but I love how Kanaya seemed to be someone who really stood up for and looked out for Tavros, even so much to harass Vriska, her crush, into being nice to him. Kanaya was the one who told Tavros to name his self-confidence and to not hurt "his" feelings. ;0; I'm really into humanstuck AU's where the Maryam family is really close to the Nitram family. Pesterquest also solidified this with the role Kanaya played in Tavros' route. In my AU, Kanaya's family reached out and helped Tavros' family financially after Tavros' accident.

My angsty pairing for them - I do think pitch Vriskan has potential for soooo much delicious pain. Ugh, I love the concept of a Kanaya who vacillates pitch and Vriska having to match up and deal with her, not to mention Vriska having a kismesis who's used to standing up to her bullshit.

My favorite poly ship for them - Oh hmmm, I don't know if I've considered this one. Perhaps something poly pale with Eridan and Roxy? I enjoy Eridan and Roxy pale a lot and something between Kanaya and Roxy would be really cute!

My weirdest pairing for them - Not a ship again per se, but the dynamic of Kanaya and Gamzee ending up as quadrant corners through Rose (Rose flushed with Kanaya and ashen for Gamzee and Terezi) is fucking hilarious to me. I think I would die. It's way to funny. Kanaya and Dirk sibling-in-law shenanigans where they drive each other nuts has so much potential.

Rose

My NOTP for them - I don’t have any super, super strong feelings for many Rose ships. I tend not to ship her with boys in any concupiscent quadrants, but nothing squicks me out besides Rose with any Strider/Lalonde. Those make me super uncomfortable.

My BROTP for them - Rose is such good bros with John and Dave. I enjoy them so much. That one exchange with Rose and John where they go back and forth with just hogwash and poppycock and whatever else? Adorable.

My OTP for them - Kanaya, duh.

My second choice pairing for them - Possibly the ashen Gamzee♣️Rose♣️Terezi I mentioned in both my Terezi and Gamzee answer. I’m kind of boring when it comes to Rose I think, just because I’m so satisfied with Rosemary LMAO. I know there’s a moirallegience somewhere in there that I would love, but I haven’t put enough thought into it.

My fluffy pairing for them - Answer from my Feferi ask: Not necessarily ship, but Feferi being close with Rose so they can bond over their appreciation of eldritch beings is A+. I want them to talk to the horrorterrors together. Also Rose being goth with the hc of Feferi being the troll equivalent of goth (because she wears bright colors) is so freaking cute.

Feferi and Rose fashion with tentacles on their skirts or leggings or jewelry and black lipstick??? I would DIE. THEY’RE JUST SO COOL.

My angsty pairing for them - When did I get so boring?? I’m not even sure I haven an answer for this one?? Hmm, maybe something pitch between Vriska and Rose. I’d like to see a conflict of “You don’t know how to use your light powers properly” and each of them having wildly different ideas of what’s best for the group and that their ideas are the wisest ones. They’re different views on how to treat people would also cause them to bump heads. Oh, they’re also both way extra gamer girls.

But I don’t have something explicitly angsty for them, oh, but could you imagine Kanaya’s reaction if Rose and Vriska ended up as a thing? xD

My favorite poly ship for them - UHHHHHH

My weirdest pairing for them - I’M SORRY I’M SO BORING WHEN IT COMES TO ROSE. I DIDN’T REALIZE I WAS SO BORING WHEN IT COMES TO ROSE. MAYBE ROSE AND ARADIA?? TALKING ABOUT DEATH AND DARK THINGS WOULD BE REALLY COOL.

G-Gamer girl Rose... getting really into games with the gamer boys. Rose getting really into doing nerdy game things with Sollux and maybe even Tavros. Tavros’ desire to find all the puzzles and slowly, but surely find All The Things would help Rose’s game guide writing. But he would become very distressed while she and Sollux then proceeded to try and break the game with glitches and bugs.

#asks for me #homestuck #kanaya maryam #rose lalonde

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goodduckingomens · 3 years

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I found your contact info in a book

“Hey, angel, guess what? I found your contact info in a book today!” Crowley called out as he entered the bookshop.

“Really now, did you? Did you pick up a telephone book? I thought those were only for those of us stuck in the last century?” Aziraphale called from the backroom, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Crowley made his way back there, sitting down on the couch.

“Ah, no, don’t you worry I would never revert back to the old ways.”

He winked at Aziraphale, who rolled his eyes.

“Oh, don’t tell me they finally managed to put me in the rare book collectors catalogue. They’ve been trying for decades at this point and I don’t recall what my last stalling manoeuvrer was.”

“You faked your death, and a few years later the committee disbanded under mysterious circumstances, don’t think you have to worry about that one anymore.”

“Oh, jolly good! Then do tell me, what book is it?”

Crowley grinned, deciding to have a bit of fun.

“Oh, no, you have to guess.”

Aziraphale looked at him in exasperation, lips twitching.

“Alright then. Some kind of legal documentation thing?”

“Nop.”

“A collection of letters?”

“Mhh mhh.”

“Did you find one of my old diaries in a museum anywhere? If so, you aren’t to read it, those contain highly private information.”

“Of course, angel, I’d never think to. But also no,” said Crowley, making a mental note to talk to his curator contacts soon.

Aziraphale wrinkled his forehead in thought.

“Hmmm. Oh, maybe the book Oscar promised to write for me finally got published? Though I have no idea why that one would contain my address.”

“Nope, sorry. I do have an inkling that one wont ever resurface again. Probably burnt for the contents, in light of all that happened. I mean, it was pretty risqué.”

“Oh, how would you know,” the angel stopped and stared at Crowley, who stared back until he had to avert his eyes.

The angel grinned, satisfied.

“Please do bring whatever you have by tomorrow. It will be wonderfully nostalgic to go through it.”

Crowley rolled his eyes.

“Sure, angel. Shall I also provide snacks and beverages?” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, which Aziraphale completely ignored.

“Oh, that would be lovely.”

‘Oh, that would be lovely.’ Crowley mouthed in an over-exaggeration of Aziraphale.

Both of them knew it was exactly what he would do however.

Meanwhile Aziraphale was thinking again.

“Need a hint? You definitely know it is in there.”

“Oh dear, don’t tell me it’s one of the library books-”

He clamped his mouth shut. Crowley leaned forward, very obviously interested in hearing more.

“Oh, just tell me already, I am not in the mood for these games, you wily serpent!” Aziraphale said, very obviously flustered.

Crowley laughed and pulled a small booklet out of his pocket.

“The wedding program, angel. I told you it would be a book with all the things you wanted to put in.”

“Oh! It looks lovely, let me see,” Aziraphale said excitedly.

Crowley quickly snatched it back, clutching it to his chest.

“Now, now, there’ll be plenty of time for that later. For now I’m dying to know what your contact information does in library books.”

The angel blushed.

“Ah, well. I only put it there in case someone might want to sell them sometime, just a card. I’ve had my eyed on some in Oxford for the last few centuries, but the bother with libraries is they usually stay intact for so much longer than private collections. It’s only to be seen by people like librarians, or curators-”

“-or wannabe thieves?”

Aziraphale flushed and pouted and Crowley grinned.

“I should make sure to mention this as a fun little anecdote in my speech, you know, about all the reasons I love you.”

“Oh, I’m sure that will be very nice, dear,” Aziraphale said, calculatedly disinterested. There was a certain gleam in his eyes. “Just know that I will make sure to put just as much love and care into mine.

“Ngk.”

“Indeed.”

This is the last one! Read the rest of the prompts HERE.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #to be #ineffable spouses #my writing #nendrab #my stuff #march prompts

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factual-fantasy · 4 years

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20 MORE old asks that I should’ve gotten around to answering ages ago.. 😅

Aww! Thank you so much!! ♡ඩ⌔ඩ♡

There is no need to change your mind, I see no lies here.

ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵘᶜʰ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵘⁿᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵍʳᵉᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶦˢᵃᵍʳᵉᵉ...

Thank you, I’ll try to take it easy.. I appreciate the devotion haha, even through all this change my blog is going through atm. <:}

Aww thank you, <:} I’ll try to heal up quick. And hey! That’s not a bad idea! I’ll be sure to keep that in mind..

Oh I know, I know, but I just don’t take naps. I will just end up with a headache and feeling bummed that I wasted so much of the day away sleeping.. (︶︹︺)

More Octonauts OC drawings..? Uhm.. I’ve never made an Octonaut OC before.. I’m not sure what you’re referring to..

It wouldn’t join the crab rave, because it is already the embodiment of the crab rave.

As for my favorite, that’s probably gotta be the Gup-X. That thing is basically an underwater military tank, its so friggin cool.

Thank you!! I’m so glad you like the angst and fluff! I always have a blast drawing it! :D

*LE GASP* Kirby right Bask At Ya!! I LOVE this show! I used to watch it all the time growing up! :DDD That’s actually what series my Kirby OCs were based off of!

This show is fantastic! Its got its weird quirks but overall I loved it! :}

I cant find any clips to make a gif out of, but I can quote him. Octonauts movie spoilers!

There’s a lot of Kwazii scenes that I really like, but the 3 right off the top of my head that I cant pick between would be these three moments.

In the movie, Grouber is talking about a mango or something and Kwazii goes, “Arrg enough about the mango! What’s it gotta do with Barnacles and Peso??” In the most dramatic and frustrated way possible XD

The second one, after they discover that Barnacles and Peso are in the caves, Kwazii says this. “Common mateys, we gotta hurry! If I know the Captain as well as I think I do.. he’s not having a great time down there..” With a worried expression. So friggin C U T E

The last one is when the Octonauts have to crawl through a tight passage way to get out of the cave. The Captain is stressing out and nervously says, “I don't think I can make it through there..” Kwazii then swims over and says quietly enough no one else can hear, “Old fear of tight spaces acting up again ey Captain? Don't worry, we’ll go first, then you can follow.” Like, Kwazii is the coolest friend ever. Comforting the Captain without making it seem like he’s babying him or judging him. Friggin love this cat man,

I read this and was thinking “Oh you know? Yeah that’s a pretty good idea. He’d be so worried and just trying to keep his cool and stuff.”

But then I thought “..well wait.. The Captain would most likely keep everybody calm and surly resolve the situation.... hmm.. what would happen if Captain Barnacles went missing instead?”

You see, everyone looks to the captain for guidance. So what happens if he vanishes? Imagine the panic they’d all experience when they realize that they’re on a time limit to find the Captain before his battery dies and he dies from heat stroke.

Kwazii is the Lieutenant, its his job to take over when the Captain is gone, but how would he hold up under that kind of stress? His best friend has been gone for more than 24 hours. The Captain always has a plan, yet Kwazii doesn’t even know where to begin! There’s so many possibilities for angst its crazy!

Specifically of the water like, sky like, light, soft and pastel variety :}

Hmmm.... let me see.. I imagine since cooking is the Vegimals main job, to not overthrow the competition they wouldn’t participate.

Captain Barnacles would probably want to make his favorite food, Vanilla kelp pudding! Even if he looses the contest, he still wins to him because now he has an entire bowl of pudding to eat!

Kwazii would probably whip up a Pirate pie for the contest for the same reason the Captain made pudding. Even if he looses, he’s still a winner because he’s got some pie to eat.

Peso would maybe make some cupcakes I think? But with like, very pretty and delicately placed frosting and sprinkles.

Dashi might make kelp kebabs, to everyone's surprise XD.

Tweak might make something that she’d call mud pies, when actually they’re these like cookie shaped chocolate chip fudge brownies.

Shellington would probably make something simple? Like a kind of pasta dish maybe?

Professor Inkling might bake some kelp cakes, but alter the recipe so they’re super fancy looking and packed with more flavor.

In the end I feel like Tweak would take the cake, but everyone is impressed with each others cooking skills and they all get to eat some good food in the end so no one’s complaining.

Pff XD I remember that episode, poor Captain Barnacles. Peso has no idea what kind of black mailing power he now has over the Captain.

Hey, I don’t blame him. I was just as confused as him the first time I watched that episode XD.

*sobbing* THANK YOU SO MUCH AND YOU’RE WELCOMEHHGHGHNN

I personally don’t uh.. ship anyone and don’t have any headcannons of anyone having crushes on each other.. b-but thank you! I’m glad you love my artwork. :}

Hmm.. I’m going to assume you meant one headcannon for Dashi, and one for Shellington separately..?

1. Dashi is the only crew member that can correctly use chopsticks.

2. When Shellington gets very stressed or scared, the only thing that really calms him down is to have someone hold his hand. It has everything to do with being an otter. Everyone knows this, no one judges him for it, and anyone offers their hand to him when they can see that he is stressing out.

Dawww you’re welcome! I’m glad my art could help! ♡♡♡

#my response #octonauts #octonauts headcannons

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hmmm your post about the mirror mirror mind meld got me thinking, cos i always thought mccoy looked absolutely terrified? it's weird but it reminds me of a time i woke up to see a spider lowering itself down from the ceiling towards my head (i'm terrified of spiders). to me it's a facial expression that says "please god no tell me this isn't happening" rather than panic (of course expressions vary wildly from person to person).

and your right, mccoy is smart, but i don't think that would've made much difference, mirrorspock clearly had more mental control than he did (and that's assuming the mind meld wasn't so disorientating and painful that mccoy couldn't form coherent thoughts)

also like even if mccoy did manage to try and convince mirrorspock to let them go, it still doesn't change the fact that he went through something extremely harrowing and violating. like, it still happened, mirrorspock still forced a mind meld on him, and if star trek writers weren't incapable of writing about trauma he'd certainly be affected by it.

anyway idk these are just thoughts i had and was interested to see your response

Referring to This Post

Maybe so, and there’s no debating about whether or not it was consensual at all, but I didn’t get the vibe it was ripped from him the way we saw it get ripped from Valeris. Or that Mirror!Spock was nearly as malevolent as the rest of the MirrorVerse squad. As a matter of fact (this is speculative I know) I got the vibe that the Mirror Triumvirate’s dynamic is closer to what we see in AOS where Spones and McKirk are soft while Spirk are the ones who bicker. Especially with how Mirror!Spock describes Mirror!Bones as “soft” which lends itself to a couple ideas, that Mirror!Bones might be in the same category of unchanged in comparison to his Prime counterpart as Spock, and there’s a begrudging sort of affection there.

Then there’s the mind meld itself, if anyone of the TOS crew was well-equipped to deal with Spock, even as a non-Vulcan, is Bones. Bones was the first person of the main characters Spock confided in about the Mind Meld and its nature, he saw it happen (and it wouldn’t surprise me if he did some research). I think Bones recognized what was about to go down the second Mirror!Spock grabbed him. I honestly think that fear (if my theory/canon checks out) is not initially, knowing Spock’s intentions, and just how much stronger Spock is than him.

Now what does Bones normally do in conflict situations? He bends with and around the situation, he mirrors it, he’s kinda like a waterbender in that way, until he can find a place to dig his heels in. He does that with Khan by playing along with his threat, he does it by pretending to bargain with Thalayssa to get information, he does it to incapacitate his friends so that the Vians will take him. He does it time, time, and time again with Prime!Spock too, dishing out what he takes until he’s got something Spock can’t argue/fight with. I can’t imagine he wouldn’t do that with Mirror!Spock.

If this version of Spock wanted to know who they were, why they’d come, what they’re intentions were, than by god he was gonna get it (I imagine Bones was thinking). A lot of people forget that a meld is a two way street even with the most disciplined of Vulcans (like the after effects Tuvok suffered from melding with Lon Suder, or Spock’s vulnerability from melding with The Horta). Spock may be the more “disciplined” between the two of them, he was just as subject to McCoy’s thoughts as Bones was to his. We also don’t know what exactly was going on in Mirror!Spock’s head either, he may have been prepared to rip the answers from him, but he might not have had to because of of my previous point. Or heck, if my Mirror!Spones idea is correct, the meld may have been more of a plea than a threat. Are you my Bones? Why are Uhura and Scotty involved? Why is Jim sabotaging himself? Why did the captain let me live? Bones, instead of fighting, which he knew damn well he couldn’t, gave him as much and as best of the truth as he could. If he had an inkling of Mirror!Spock’s integrity (which he did). He showed him who he was, who Jim was, the way things were where they were from, appealing to the core of Spock that no timeline could change, because he knows Spock.

I’m not saying it wasn’t traumatizing (most conflicts are) but that situation felt much more ambiguous and nuanced than Spock being forced to rip information out of Valeris in a battle of wills so hard she screamed, in order to prevent full blown war between Klingons and The Federation.

#star trek #star trek tos #tos #spock #dr bones mccoy #meta #mirror mirror #mind meld #I’ve thought about this scene waaaaaaaaay too much lol #mirror universe #star trek mirrorverse

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Toss a Coin II: Valley of Plenty

Author’s Note: It was supposed to be a one shot and of course, as usual I couldn’t make it a one shot. I hope you enjoy! My taglist is open! Requests open! I got this idea from a request so send them!If I missed you on the taglist add your name HERE please!! If your name appears Twice could you go in the taglist and take it off! lol Hope you enjoy! (The taglist is almost longer than my fic, I’m flattered)

Warnings: Smut

Pairings: Geralt x Reader

Requested: Hey! Can you please write Geralt falling in love with a reader who already has a kid? Thank ya! - ANON`

Masterlist (Has Previous Part)

“Who are you?” The small voice said from the side of the bed.

Geralt could only see eyes, the green eyes of the small brown-haired boy staring at Geralt. Geralt’s legs tangled in yours, but luckily the blanket covered everything. His head hummed with the onslaught of a headache, and he was tired. You had quite the appetite. “Fu-.” He hesitated before completing his thought.

“Are you a witcher!” His voice was curious. “Mom. Is he a witcher?”

Mom. He looked over to you, your arms draped across his chest, and the soft snores were a clear indication you were sound asleep. Geralt sighed and looked at the girl. “Who are you?”

“I’m Talstyn.” He beamed. “My mom said today I could pick the eggs today. Will you come?”

Geralt tried to process it, but the kid was adorable. “Talstyn.” He smirked. “You should ask your mother.”

“I am asking you.”

“Hmmm.” He laughed. “I will if you ask her.”

“Do you kill monsters?”

“When I need to.” Geralt's eyes were soft. “What do you do?”

“I help feed the chickens, and sometimes I get to help my Uncle Roth in Tameria with his doctor things.”

“You’re a doctor.”

“I guess.” He perched himself on the end of the bed and picked up the dark elixir from the table. “Is this your medicine?”

“It is.”

“Drink it.”

Geralt’s laugh makes your eyes flicker open. “Not right now, I don’t see any monsters.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You heard your son talking and Geralt looking down at him with more patience than he had the one day you’ve known him. You spring up from the bed, pulling the blanket to cover your breast. “Talstyn. What did I tell you about sneaking into places?”

“The door was open.” He protested, standing from the floor. “Geralt is my friend.”

“Talstyn.”

“Can he go with us to the chicken coop?” He asked in a rush blaze of words. “Please! Please!”

You chuckled, “Certainly, only if Geralt wants to join us. Go back into the tavern, and I will come to get you.” He happily jumped three feet off the ground, and his hair whipped back, revealing the little pointed ears. Then he was gone. You cleared your throat. “I am sorry about that. Talstyn usually does as he is told.”

Geralt says nothing at first, but his eyes are soft as you climb from the bed and slip into your dress. “You have a child?”

“Talstyn.” You smiled as his name floated from your lips. “He’s seven, a little rowdy at times, but he’s my heart. You were not supposed to meet him,” You paused. “So, you should consider yourself lucky.”

“I do, the four minutes, I have met him I can tell that he's a great kid.” He sighed. “He’s half-elf?”

You swallowed. “That’s between us, and yes.” You two dress in silence, but you can feel the eyes of Geralt wandering over your body as you do so. He tossed you the small brown bag of orens, and you smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.:

You winked at him and pecked his cheek. “It was a good time.”

“Is this goodbye? I seem to recall an invitation to a chicken coop?”

“You want to join us?”

“I would like to if that’s okay?”

“Great, I’d like that.”

What was happening? One night you were being fucked by a renowned witcher, HE EVEN PAID!!!! And you were taking him to fetch eggs with your kid. Talstyn was ecstatic; he clung to Geralt as if he’d known him his entire life, and in a way he might have, the tune about him was catchy. He sang it often. Geralt did not protest his clinginess; he walked beside Roach with Talstyn on his leg as if he weighed nothing. It broke your back sometimes just to allow him on your hip, and yes, he was too large for it, but he was your baby.

“What’s his name?” Talstyn asked.

“Roach.”

“I don’t like that name.”

“It’s okay; he’s not your horse.” Geralt teased.

“I would’ve named him Beleg.”

The thud of your heart flooded you, Beleg the Wise, his father was his favorite name for everything. He got a dog and named him Beleg, a cat, a chicken, the neighbor's cow, all Beleg. It was soothing to know that he loved his father, but every time you heard the name, your heart sunk for a moment, and you remembered him. It was always a good thing, the blue of his irises or the bolstering laugh — the good stuff.

The chickens were already out, pecking at the grains and furling their wings. The small village did not seem like much to your some, but for you, it had an air of reclusiveness, and given the state of things with Queen Calanthe and her elven raids, the caution was needed. You didn’t want him in any danger, and you for sure didn’t want an inkling of danger near Talstyn. You all reached the coop in minutes, and immediately Talstyn sprinted to he coop.

It was the first time you were alone the entire walk. “Why'd you want to come out here?”

“Well,” he paused. “I am here for a few days. I figured it would be nice to have someone to talk to for once.”

“You’re usually alone?”

“Sometimes.” He brushed his hand down Roach’s coat. “I have Roach.”

“I’m sure he’s a great company.”

“You failed to mention him last night.”

“Oh, I apologize. I should’ve started it like this; I have a kid, wanna fuck?”

“Not what I meant.” He chuckled. “We talked last night; I figured he might come up then.”

“No, I just keep him away from everything else, where he belongs.”

“Why chose…” He paused. “Chose this line of work?”

“Because I have no husband, and I own no land…. I have to provide and this allows me to be a mother and work while he sleeps.” Your face teamed with heat. No one ever cared how you had come to be a wench, just which room and how much. This was new. And the look on his chiseled face was genuine interest. “Though you think it’s a valley of plenty… I can assure you it is not for me.”

“I understand, finding work can be…” He paused. “Hard.”

You laughed at the unintended joke, and his pale face flushed red, “Good analogy there, witcher.”

“It was not what I meant.” His stone face was apologetic as he walked to the coop with Talstyn. He had six eggs in his basket and a grin. “What do you have there?”

“Breakfast!”

You cooked for him, and breakfast turned into supper quicker than you expected. Talstyn was down, worn out from the day’s festivities, and for the moment, you were too. You cleared the plates from your table and poured him another glass of ale. “When are you leaving for your next adventure?” You sat across from him and gulp down on your ale.

“Kicking me out?” He cocked a brow.

“No.” You nearly choked laughing.

“Tomorrow morning.” He answered.

The room was quiet, but the tension was there. You’d been eyeing Geralt all-day, pangs of the pleasure from last night would hit you. Every time he growled or laughed, a part of you begged to hear him make other sounds. “So… it appears that we are near our farewells.”

“Pity…” Geralt moved from the table with his hand outstretched. “We should do it properly then.”

And there was no contest of his offer. You placed your hand in his, and he tugged you to his chest. The first kiss was euphoric, a burst of butterflies pushed through your body, and you were happy he’d stayed, glad that last night was not the first and last time you’d fucked the witcher. He cradled your face and stared at you once more.

“I know how to do that.” You pushed him against the wall, well he helped, there was no real way you could genuinely push the bulked man. You dropped to your knees, remembering how he seemed to like making you mewl. It was your turn now. He does not stop you from unzipping his pants a freeing his cock. Your eyes lit watching the thick veined cock; you gripped him feeling the large girth and the warmth in your hand.

“Are you scared of it?” He snickered.

But the snickered left once your mouth enveloped the crown of his cock, and your tongue swiped the salty precum that dripped out. There was a guttural moan that poured from him before you engulfed him all. His hands went flush against the wall as you started to move. You sucked, taking him to the back of your throat until he flinched and then stroked him. He tasted sweet and salty, a mixture you enjoyed.

His hands webbed your hair, guiding his cock further into your throat until you nearly gagged and then back out again. The pace was steady, deep strokes of winding hips, and you felt yourself growing wet from him. “Y/N.” He murmured.

You don’t answer, only pull him from your mouth with a popping sound and look up to him with lust-filled eyes.

“Fuck.” He groaned. What a sight? You wished you could see it yourself, you on your knees in front of the Witcher, basically begging to be fucked. It was a demand nearly the way your eyes pleaded to be fucked. Geralt lifted you from the ground and placed his lips on yours. “How do you want me?”

Your smile was wide as you slip from your dress and bend over, placing your hands on the bed. “Why are you over there?” You whispered.

“Just admiring, this plentiful valley.”

You burst into laughter. “That was corny, witcher.”

“Maybe.” The grin covered his face, and he took his shirt off and made his way over to you, and his hand slapped down on your ass, the hum of the sting makes your pussy clench. “Is this what you want?” He whispered as he dips a single finger into you.

You braced yourself for his intrusion, you would think after three rounds you’d be used to the feeling of being full of him, but you weren’t. He eased into you pushing your body forward, and you inhaled sharply, mouth open and eyes closed. He picked you up and started to fuck you. “Oh hell,” You rasped.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” He murmured. His hips bounce from your ass with each stroke, and for some reason, he felt deeper every time he did. His hand wrapped around your waist and placed two fingers on your clit, causing you to fall on the bed with your ass arched and ready for him. He began to thrust quicker, barely controlling his chaotic state. “How you sound when I’m inside you…”

The words made you pussy clench, and then he stroked your clit again and pushed your legs farther apart. “Shit… Geralt.”

“Yes,” his deep voice rumbled against your back, and he slammed into you again. “Say my name again.” He commanded. The fresh air blew over your back as he stood and gripped your hips and pulled them to him. Your body jerked, the beginning of a feeling you’d grown to love. “Say.” He thrust into you, emphasizing the word. “It.”

“Geralt.” You gripped the sheets, your head was light, and you were short of breath. He continued to fuck into you madly. “Oh fuck, Geralt.”

The snap of his thurst filled the room, followed by the moving of the bed a foot and Geralt falling into you and going deeper. So, fucking deep. You winded your hips coaxing him to fuck you slowly. You were shuddering.

“I could do this every day.” He whispered. Geralt rolled over staying inside of you and allowing your legs to drape over his, he laid back on the pillow, rubbing the swollen bud over and over. Then he starts again, a riveting pace. “Every morning, every fucking night.” He added. The words caused your heart to swell and perhaps triggered the flood of pleasure that coursed through your body.

You weren’t going to sleep with him tonight. You needed to get home and back to Talstyn. You wait until he’s asleep and dress quietly. The day was fantastic, the first time you felt safe going places with Talstn, the first time you’d seen your son smile over someone that wasn’t his dead father. But reality had set in; everything was perfect. But that was not your life, and you had to go. You took the leather bag of orens from your belt and put it in his sack. Whatever this was, you refused to let it go further. In a few months, you’d have to move, start over, and it would be easier to not be with him.

#henry cavill #geralt x reader #geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt x y/n #geralt imagine #the witcher #the witcher netflix #the witcher family #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fandom #geralt x you #geralt fanfic #laketa j writes

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cosmiccandydreamer · 4 years

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Stability Chapter 7

Otis Driftwood x Reader

( I don't own these gifs)

"I'll never be your beast of burden

My back is broad but it's a-hurting

All I want for you to make love to me

I'll never be your beast of burden

I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting

All I want for you to make love to me"

Otis heard you before he saw you, dancing and singing in your cut off shorts and tired shirt. Your walkman swung dangerously back and forth on your hips as you sang to the rolling stones song while you washed your car. It was a super hot summer day in the unforgiving heart of texas. The car was your baby. It was a gift from Otis for your birthday, you had fallen in love with it when they towed it to the house after the last group of victims was captured. You told him you always wanted one of these so he and Rufus secretly fixed it up for you. He still insisted you go everywhere with him in his truck but you convinced him to let you drive yourself once in a while ( but not too far ) Spraying the hose over the hood you leaned over to get the farthest part, your ass poking out in the air.

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

It was obvious the music was so loud you didn't hear him as he dragged a screaming victim toward the shed in the back. He stopped dragging her for a second to watch you and laugh softly. Well, that's adorable and hot as shit he thought to himself. The poor girl he was currently dragging took this opportunity to claw and bite at his hand in an attempt to get away in. For A split second she did, She wiggled out of his grasp and tried to take off towards the road. He quickly grabbed her and threw her on the ground pulling her by the hair back towards the house. All this while you were none the wiser, enjoying your song on your headphones. He resumed his spot leaning against the house staring at you.

"I'll never be your beast of burden

So let's go home and draw the curtains

Music on the radio

Come on baby make sweet love to me"

You sang the last part a little louder using the sponge as a microphone. You were getting into this what you assumed was a solo performance. Swinging your hips back and forth you grabbed the hose and sprayed all over the trunk of the car. He was thrusting the girl back and forth by her hair to shush her as he leaned against the side of the house watching you. "Damn bitch shut the fuck up!, I'm trying to enjoy the view". He looked toward her in disgust that she would dare shrek and distract him. "Mister please let me go, I won't tell anyone". " I SAID SHUT UP"

He suddenly heard the music better now, he looked up to see you with your headphones down now around your neck the music softly playing in a muffled tone. Staring at him with a smile slightly leaning against the car. " Whatcha doing there is handsome?". " Watching you " he smirked.

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

"Oh are ya now? So ...what are you gonna you do with her?" You pointed with the sponge at the dry heaving girl still on the ground with her hair in his fist. "Ah I don't know" he looked down at her then back at you " any ideas?" He lifted an eyebrow at you. "Maybe a few" you bit your lip a little tilting your head to the side. " I was going to tie her up in the shed and try that experiment I was running with you the other night but I don't think she's gonna survive. She also won't stop squirming", he chuckled and thrust her a little bit more back and forth. She muttered something inaudible. "That's fine," you said, tossing the sponge into the bucket. " We can tie her to the bed after she might stop squirming then." You flashed him a wicked smile.

He winked at you, "my god woman you are wicked...have I told you I love you lately?" He asked, clearing his throat, the bulge that started to grow in his jeans was becoming more and more distracting. "Hmmm" you replied " maybe but you can show me how much you love me later" you leaned on the hood of the car allowing for him to get a good view of your shirt.

He hastily sucked in the air standing up quickly, "hold that thought" he says turning back toward the shed. "Hey! " You shouted he turned back to you real quick, spinning the poor girl as well, her feet and legs dragging. You took the soapy sponge and tossed it at him, smacking him in the chest soaking his white shirt. He cursed under his breath then laughed, wiping his face with his other hand. "You are gonna pay for that as soon as I'm back from tying this bitch up". He looked back at you one more time while heading back to the shed.

Oh, little sister

Pretty, pretty, pretty girls

Ooh, you're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Come on, baby, please, please, please

"God I hate this fucking song can you change it?"... "OTIS hello?". Baby sat up from the floor of the van and snapped her fingers at Otis. "Hey get your goddamn fingers out my face woman the fuck is wrong with you" he angrily swatted at Baby's hand as she attempted to snap in his face again. " I said I don't like that song so change it" "I don't give a flying dick what you like, I'm drivin' and we're leaving this song." She slumped back angrily onto the floor. Earning a chuckle from her father Spaulding. "S'not funny daddy" she snapped at him crossing her arms. "Oh lighten up there kiddo you know the rules, the driver picks the music".

Spaulding had finally met up with both of them at the motel. Although it had taken him a while due to some personal delay he arrived there in the nick of time to help finish off torturing the poor victims. After killing the rest of the family the daughter of Roy and Gloria was left to wear her father's skin on her face and be hung up behind the door to scare the unfortunate housekeeper when coming to assess the room. unable to get her father's skin off and running in a frantic the daughter unknowingly ran into the highway to be hit by a semi-truck. Using the van they stole from them they attempted to meet you at the next stop.

Otis only hoped they weren't too far behind you. Suddenly Baby perked up and glanced at the passing billboard." Just in case anyone's interested, I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles" she excitedly looked back toward her father and then to Otis. Otis looked over at her and repeated her [in a mocking tone] "I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles." Baby looked back at home with an angry expression "Hey DON'T you fucking imitate me, it's fucking rude!"

Otis:" Fuck you", Baby: "Fuck you! "Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you?" Spaulding interjected getting real sick of the interaction between the two of them.

"Yes, it is going to kill me! I have calculated the time, and two seconds is the exact amount of time that is a hazard to my fucking health!" Otis replied visibly getting more and more annoyed with the idea of stopping. " What the fuck is your problem? I'm in and out in two seconds!" Baby snapped at him.

Spaulding laughed a little "You know? I think I'm gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity." "Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good!" Baby said nudging her father. "I'm glad that finding y/n doesn't mean shit to either of you now I know who is taking this seriously" he gripped his hands on the steering wheel in anger. These fucking idiots he thought to himself. " Wow excuse you…. How dare you imply I don't care about finding my BEST FRIEND. You know she meant the world to me before She meant the world to you, she was my best friend before she was your wife ok? I met her first… don't think because I'm not sulking like you I don't worry about her. But she's stronger than you give her credit for and you've been treating her like a child!!!". Otis didn't respond to her, he was getting madder by the second. He simply gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"I suggest we go see Charlie lay low there for a night before heading to the next motel," Spaulding said looking over at Otis. " Why the fuck would we do that?" Otis asked, slightly gripping the steering wheel even harder. Being away from you this long was not good for his mental health. It was throwing him off his game. It was making him anxious and nothing made him anxious. This was a very foreign and uncomfortable feeling to him. He wanted to get rid of it and to do that he had to find you. He only anticipated being away from you for maybe 12 hours and even the thought of that made him very uncomfortable.

It's now been days this is unacceptable he needs to find you. "Look I saw on the news that the police are already on your tail. It's best that we throw off their scent a bit and lay low one more day can't hurt y/n is a smart girl she's gonna be alright". Otis didn't reply, he simply looked at the long stretch of road. Spalding continued, "I would hate to lead anyone to her Otis, Baby is right we care about her too but she's tough and smart I'm sure she's seen the news she will get the idea why we aren't there". "I don't trust that fucker Charlie" Otis finally replied with a sigh. Spaulding chuckled "yeah welp get over it".

They drove through the rest of the afternoon only stopping for ice cream of course to prevent any distress from Baby and Spaulding. Pulling up to Charlie’s fun town, Otis’s annoyance grew more by the second. He hasn't been back here in years, he used to come on occasion to enjoy some of the girls here, but that quickly changed when you came around. He didn't like or trust Charlie, he had an inkling that this man was only out for himself no matter what Spaulding said.

#otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #three from hell #otis driftwood x reader #otis firefly #thedevilsrejects #the devils rejects #Spotify

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angeltrapz · 3 years

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saw ur post 4 saw asks n im here to deliver!! (also fully gonna answer the one u sent me i just had a busy night 💚) — hmmm would personally love to hear more abt the Matthews-Faulkner-Stanheight-Blank family dynamic? esp maybe Daniel + Art, but rlly just anything u wanna talk abt there! maybe if they have any sorta family traditions, what holidays look like for them, that sorta deal

shfajs tysm!!!! (also tht's totally okay, take yr time!!!)

also oooo I love this question okay. so like u mentioned this when I asked abt what Eric n Daniel's relationship would b like post-trap, but I think it's very very good fr Daniel 2 like. see tht Eric has ppl who love him n who don't mind helping him when he needs it n who are THERE fr him bc again, like you've mentioned, seeing a parent so utterly shattered th way Eric was after his trap is incredibly difficult, esp for a kid (though Daniel is like. at least seventeen? still). knowing tht his dad has a good support system n is surrounded by ppl tht care abt him helps put him at ease bc he knows he can trust Adam n Art. he knows they'll keep Eric safe n tht they'll help him to heal, tht they love him n want 2 see him do well n get better. plus, Daniel knows tht if he needs to talk 2 some1 abt how difficult seeing his dad like tht is, he knows both Adam n Art r there fr him and tht helps a lot. of course, he also has Rigg + maybe Hoffman (until th whole. u know.), but they don't live w Eric. they don't see him every day th way Art n Adam do. that's not 2 say they don't know Eric is struggling, but there is a difference btwn them n Eric's boyfriends. basically, Daniel is very much grateful fr Art + Adam.

I feel like Art wld be VERY good at lending an ear fr when Daniel needs 2 talk. whether that be abt their trap + tht whole experience, Eric's trap n the consequences/rough aftermath, just plain venting, etc.; Art is there 2 listen to them + offer a solution if they want one. most times I think Daniel just wants to b listened to, esp when it comes to what they went thru in the Nerve Gas House - tht's smth they don't feel comfortable discussing w Eric right away fr obvious reasons, but therapy can only do so much. I think th two of them have more in common than they might realize at first, bc hey, Art Killed A Man Because Trevor Was Going To Kill Him If He Didn't, and Daniel Killed A Man Because Xavier Would Have Killed Both Them And Amanda If They Didn't. I feel like Art is like. very reserved abt th details of his first trap + how they affected him (and th second one tbh; it's not smth he vocalizes often at all), but fr Daniel he wld gladly talk abt it if it meant Daniel didn't feel alone. if it meant it could help them, reassure them that hey, it wasn't yr fault, u did what u had to, n I know tht can be hard 2 believe right now n that's okay. u need to process things at yr own pace.

and so Art tells them abt the Mausoleum, bares a part of himself he keeps locked away where he doesn't often give it much thought/actively ignores it. n I think tht's healing fr him too, maybe. there's solace in tht shared experience, as horrible as it was in th moment. 2 know there's someone out there who has even th faintest inkling of what u went thru + what u had to do to survive. of course Daniel relates 2 Adam fr this reason too, but like. Art will use his Lawyer Voice n make sure Daniel understands tht what they did doesn't make them a bad person or confirm tht Jigsaw Was Right And They Deserved It. n tht's rly important fr Daniel 2 hear, esp early on. it's honestly one of th first times Art is truly honest abt his feelings on th matter + the Mausoleum, n it's just. a step tht much closer to healing for both of them.

family traditions!!! they do have a few! in the summer, every sunday they have Daniel w them, Eric Art n Adam go out fr ice cream, even if they get it at the drive thru n eat it in th car bc none of them want 2 be around all th people/sit outside in th muggy weather. it's a good way to get them all out of th house fr a little while, something enjoyable tht doesn't require too much energy or even interaction. it's just smth nice they can do where they're all together n chilling n just enjoying each other's company!

this is mostly a Daniel one but every year around April Fools he just. puts fucking googly eyes on everything. n every time some1 discovers some, it doesn't matter where in th house he is, u can hear him cackle abt it. Adam thinks it's an absolute delight n has assisted on multiple occasions. tht's abt as far as pranks go fr them, bc none of them like surprises like that, but god is it ever hilarious 2 hear Eric frm the kitchen while Art Adam n Daniel r in the living room when he says "I found another one!" while he's looking fr smth in the fridge kjdkfsf.

holidays!! every Christmas they all sit down in th living room n watch a couple of movies w the blankets spread out on th floor w snacks n hot chocolate. the first Christmas following his trap, Eric was sat on th couch between Adam n Art while Daniel chose to sprawl out on th floor, n he just looked around at his boyfriends n his son n the fake pine tree they had all decorated together n he like. needs to take a moment bc this is it. this is all he cld ever want out of life right here. this is a level of peace Eric never knew he wld ever be able to reach after what he went thru fr those six months. n he just sort of presses his face into Art's shoulder n breathes thru it. he doesn't even have to say anything fr Adam n Art to know what he's thinking bc Adam's hand is on his arm n Art's resting his cheek against th top of his head, n he might cry a little, but he's happy. surrounded by th ppl he loves n who love him, love him enough to keep the lights down low n the volume on th television soft, to use subtitles so he doesn't get overwhelmed, Eric realizes he has a home n it's just. oof.

fr Valentine's Day, this one was actually Adam's idea initially: wht they do is take sticky notes n write little affirmations on thm fr each other, n stick thm in places where they'll see it. sometimes Daniel joins in on this one, but usually it's an Art Eric Adam thing. so like it'll be little things, like a note frm Adam telling Eric how proud he is of him, or one from Art letting Adam know he couldn't have had a better best friend, or th one from Eric that thanks th both of thm fr helping him w his rashes + helping him 2 accept tht part of him n start to see it as nothing to be ashamed of. it starts on th first day of February and ends on Valentine's Day itself, n sometimes they get those packs of cards u get fr kids just to write goofy shit on thm to pass back n forth n make each other laugh. they also get th discounted candy!! (Adam steals all th twix bars tho. tht's okay bc Eric likes snickers anyway n Art is fond of reese's peanut butter cups. they share th sweet tarts + conversation hearts!)

Halloween is when they get a big bowl of candy 2 leave on th porch fr the kids who're trick-or-treating while th three of them stay inside (+Daniel sometimes!) n watch some classics, like their Christmas tradition. they Also add in some bad movies 2 mix it up a lil bit bc sometimes u just need a laugh. I am like in Lov w the idea u had abt Eric n Adam sometimes building cozy pillow forts, so they do tht n the three of them just vibe in there n lay together n look n talk. n like it's So Much Fun 2 have ppl to like. discuss movies w while yr watching them! esp when they're ppl who won't be annoyed w u when u wanna share a thought! like Eric n Adam will get into this deep discussion abt horror movie decisions n Art will just lay there n listen bc he loves them so much n loves hearing them get amped up abt things. he'll offer his own two cents if asked too! mostly he listens, but he can definitely contribute.

inevitably at some point, someone's hand ends up in Eric's hair n he's just. asleep not too long after that. usually on someone's shoulder or against their chest, n depending on who's still awake, they either try 2 move to th bedroom or they just sleep in th living room (i.e.: Art will try to convince Eric n Adam to come to bed properly, whereas Adam will just b like "fuck it" n pass out right there. has this led 2 them waking up sore b4? absolutely. but it's like. "we r adults who live w our decisions n this one happened 2 be sleeping on th floor" so.

n then a minor one is on their birthdays, some1 (usually Art, to be completely honest w u) will cook tht person their favourite comfort food fr dinner n they all help make cake/cupcakes/cookies/something dessert-related of their choice. so like Art rly likes brownies, Adam is fond of strawberry jello poke cake, n Eric can make some RLY good carrot cake cupcakes w homemade frosting too. it's just smth fr them to do together + like! it's celebrating! they've all been thru so much hell but they're still here! n that's rly th focus for the three of them. sometimes they have ppl over too - like Rigg, Gibson, Brit, Mallick, Lawrence, William (all of them best-case, obv); it's nice 2 have a lil party sometimes! after what they've endured they've kind of earned it I think!

thank u sm!!! this was so fun 2 think abt fjdkjsk

(lil random hc: when Daniel was little, Eric used 2 write letters to him frm Santa. eventually Daniel got "too old for that," but honestly? they cherish tht memory. I wanted 2 include it bc it makes me kjehfje!!!)

#thank u so much I love getting asks frm u!!!!!!#mutual support hours <3 #saw #eric #adam #art #daniel #others r mentioned #listen. a family can be u yr dad n his two boyfriends n yr all traumatized but yr coping together.#it pulls u together instead of tearing u apart.#which is a concept I desperately wish we could've seen more!! it's what they all deserved damn it!!#long post #asks #gnna go thru n tag these w that so I can like. maybe make a masterpost l8r?#if any1 is interested in tht!

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the-golden-ghost · 4 years

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For the unfamiliar media, how about...uh...Soul Eater? Been seeing a lot of that one again on Tumblr recently. ^^;

Excellent!

Hmmm. At first glace this looks a little like Naruto but I’m probably wrong

Okay there’s a pink haired girl named Crona and an early 2000′s emo kid named “Death the Kid” which is a really fitting name for an early 2000s emo kid

There’s also a gif of an old guy in a lab coat stabbing the ceiling with a cross. Not sure what that’s about

Oh there’s also a blue haired guy! No idea what his name is

So far I STILL have no inkling about the plot. It seems like “child soldiers are trained to fight _____” but I haven’t the faintest clue what they’re fighting

Unless Death the Kid is actually supposed to BE Death idk

Ah! There is a guy NAMED Soul! Is he the main character? Is some other character trying to eat him? Is “Eater” simply his last name? Stay tuned!

Some people are thirsting for the aforementioned ceiling-stabby old guy but that seems reasonable

He might not even be old, he just has gray hair but idk if that translates to ‘old guy’ necessarily since I know in anime sometimes having oddly colored hair means something about their personality and role in the story

Okay the old guy’s name might be “Stein” ... as in... “Franken” maybe

(Actually my first thought was R. L. lmao but that’s spelled “Stine” )

The blue haired guy from before is named Black Star

There’s a witch who seems to be there as horny-bait

I STILL can’t tell what the plot is

There is a girl named Maka but I have not yet seen her

Maybe it’s about kids fighting... demons...? I still have NO idea. But it seems to take place in some kind of underground school thing. That’s the best I’ve got. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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jimlingss · 5 years

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Doubts [M]

➜ Words: 2.5k

➜ Genres: 60% Angst, 30% Fluff, 10% Smut

➜ Summary: You plan. You feel with your head and not with your heart. You overthink. And you're beginning to have doubts that Jungkook is the person you want to be with.

➜ Notes: This is a smol drabble, kind of. It’s different from my usual writing style cause the actual idea was inspired by a dream I had. Unfortunately, not the smut part but mainly everything else. Anyways, hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

You wonder if you’re too good for him. You wonder many things — if the choices you’re making are the choices that you want to live with. You wonder constantly if this is what you want, if this is enough, if he’s what you want. He was your first real boyfriend, your first serious relationship that was only becoming more serious as time went by. A week turned into a month which turned into several, so gradual that you didn’t even notice. And you only knew him. No one else. While that sounded like a romantic fairy tale where you knew solely one boy, that you only ever had one, it also meant you didn’t know who else was out there. You don’t know if there’s anyone who can make you happier. Sure, things were fine and nice and comfortable in your relationship, but you didn’t know if they could be better. And these questions that haunted you were selfish and greedy, but you liked to plan. You didn’t want to idly sit by, let fate and time determine important decisions for you. You didn’t want to end up somewhere or with someone simply because it was convenient and easy, simply because you were with them in the first place. Jungkook was your investment and if you weren’t going to marry him one day, build a home and family and potentially live the rest of your lives together, you didn’t want to waste any more time and draw out the relationship to cause more pain some other day. But you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to pull the plug when nothing was wrong. But you didn’t know how to continue with these doubts in your mind. You were confused. Stuck. And the hardest part was that there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship. There is no soulmate. One single person that you were born to be with. You will never know if he or anyone else is the right one. “Are we always supposed to have doubts?” “I don’t know,” your friend honestly answers. “Have you talked to him about it?” “No.” You cringe at the mere thought of it. “How am I supposed to tell him that I think I could do better?” “Well, don’t put it like that.” “I haven’t been talking to him,” you admit. It wasn’t out of the blue for you to ghost him. He knows you’re busy. You guess he must’ve caught on since he’s given you some distance. But this has been the longest you’ve gone without contact since you’ve gotten together. Two days of silence has drawn into a week and a half. The silence between the both of you gives you time to think. The silence between the both of you acts as a hint for him — so he has an inkling and isn’t caught off guard if you decide to sever the ties, so he isn’t so pained later on. But you still don’t know if you should break up with him in the first place. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know what to do with these doubts you have. “This is your choice.” She shrugs, truly not knowing what to say. “I can’t tell you what to do. You know that, right? This is your decision to make.” You wish there was a right or wrong answer. // It would be a lot easier if you could fall head over heels blindly, if this was like the movies and books where you were in a romantic whirlwind and could declare your love on top of a mountain without a shred of hesitation. You wish you could be caught up and be overwhelmed with emotion. But you’ve always felt with your head and not with your heart. You brace yourself before knocking on his door, knuckles rapping on the surface. It swings open a few seconds later and you’re brought face to face with the person you’ve been thinking about. It’s awkward, the short period of time not spent together reducing you both into strangers. “Hey...” “Hey…” Jungkook offers a reserved smile and steps back, letting you into his apartment. He doesn’t ask. Maybe because he knows you don’t want him to. Maybe because he’s afraid of what you’ll say. The pair of you are bad at confrontation. Inexperienced in dealing with emotions. You enter, dropping your bag on the carpet and turning to look at your boyfriend who seems unusually tired, dark hair a mess, lips pulled down, brows slightly furrowed. You inhale a deep breath, preparing yourself. You’re going to do it. Deep down, you know this is a hasty choice like deciding to get a tattoo last minute or jumping off a diving board head first. But your brain has been in overdrive, overthinking, and you wanted it to stop. Yet somehow, none of what you plan to say is exchanged or conveyed. Somehow, someway, you end up with your back pressed to his mattress. You become surrounded by Jungkook. His room is small, belongings scattered everywhere and bed even tinier, barely fitting the two of you. It’s where he sleeps at night and the pillows, sheets, covers have been made to smell like him. His scent is attached to the soft cotton fabric, sullied with the aroma of his soap, sweat, and laundry detergent. And it’s not just the air stained of Jungkook that surrounds you. He envelops you in a physical sense, hovering over your body fully clothed while you’re beneath him, vulnerable and naked. Your own clothes have been stripped by his hands, abandoned on his floor like gift wrap unraveled on Christmas Day. His roommates are out for the afternoon. It’s just the two of you in this small space, silent except for the sounds of his heaving breaths drawing from his parted lips. Jungkook gazes down at you intensely, his dark hair shagging in front of his eyes, sending a lump to your throat that makes it hard to speak. The moment is too intimate. He kisses you gingerly before his mouth trails down to your jaw and then your chest. His lips travel between the valley of your breasts down to your stomach, grazing lightly and pressing gentle kisses to your skin. You keen into his touch, hand curling at the back of his head and fingertips sinking into the strands of his hair. “Jungkook,” you cry his name softly. “Hmmm…” He hums a note, timbre vibrating onto your flesh. He spreads your legs, pushing them apart nimbly, making just enough space for him to settle himself there and claim his spot. Jungkook’s plush lips meet your weeping center and his tongue pokes out at you as if getting a tiny taste before he goes ahead. You can tell he’s dedicated himself to making you feel good, relishing how you writhe and squirm beneath him. His touches aren’t rushed, all calculated and he never says more than one sentence at a time. It’s not like all the times before — times of playfulness or mischief where he tries to talk dirty and ends up giggling instead or moments when you threaten to bite off his dick if he dares to deep throat you without warning again… You’re both not people of words. The pair of you have never been ones to give cheesy declarations of love or confess your feelings for one another. So Jungkook communicates to you the best way he knows how. His hands grasp at your thighs, eating you out, nosing at your clit. It’s messy and sloppy, sobs of his name coming from your throat and obscene sounds fill his room. He has no intention of stopping or rising or chasing after his own pleasure as if your noises are enough to satisfy him. His touches are tender. Gentle. Like he’s trying to tell you that he doesn’t know what’s wrong, but that he missed you. That he doesn’t want to let go. But you can’t pay attention, can’t deduct the deeper meaning to his caresses or decipher the expression on his face. You can’t think anymore, falling deeper into his mattress, legs wrapped around his head, dizzy when he goes faster and deeper. Jungkook runs two of his fingers down your slit before entering, plunging them knuckle deep into your velvet walls. His tongue laps at your wetness, nose rubbing at your clit, fingers curling inside your hole. And it’s finally enough for you to seize, toes curling, crying out for him again. A few tears escape from the corners of your eyes and pleasure washes over you. But when it fades away, you feel your chest ache. It hurts in ways you’re unfamiliar with. You ignore it, dragging him up to kiss his lips, faintly tasting yourself on his mouth. Jungkook’s about to get up, not particularly caring about his own predicament, but you pull him back and with a few words of persuasion, he ends up fucking you into his bed sheets. With the way he’s going, attempting to hold back, but still eager enough, you wonder if he’s trying to break the springs of the mattress. You watch the way his brows are furrowed in concentration, chasing after his pleasure, how his hands are sprawled all over your thighs, pulling you up as he thrusts in and out of you. Still, his touches are always soft and tender. He kisses you again, breaking you out of your thoughts. He’s sweating above you and your own back is slick. Your pussy is creaming all over his cock, dripping down his length and as he gets closer, he groans your name deep within his throat. And that overwhelming emotion returns — you want to cry, but instead you shut your eyes tight, lingering in the feeling of him all over you, pressed on top of your body.

Jungkook comes and with a thumb on your clit, rubbing in quick circles, you come for a second time under his tender ministrations. The boy ends up collapsed on top of you and for a long moment, you can hear his pounding heartbeat. You quickly push his heavy weight off of you, getting to your feet. He expects you to scamper off into the bathroom to clean yourself up, then join him on the bed again like you’d so often do. But this time, you grab your sweater off his floor. “Are you going?” Jungkook sits himself up, watching. “Y-yeah….” Your head is clouded. You’re more lost than you were before. You were confused. He made you confused. “I have to go pick up my mom and help her run some errands.” He knows you enough to see right through your lie, but he nods anyhow, not pushing to make you stay. “Okay.” You get dressed and he does too after running a hand through his messy hair. Jungkook walks you to the door and not much is said after that. You don’t even kiss him goodbye. // It’s unfair to him for you to be this cold and distant. But you need to get your thoughts in order before you talk. You need to know what you want — the problem is you don’t even know what you want. Your head hurts more than it did before. It’s overwhelming and what’s worse is that you brought this upon yourself. You end up ghosting your boyfriend again. This time, it’s with the intention of trying to get your shit together. You’re single-handedly putting on a strain on your relationship and you still don’t know what your final decision is. It’s after countless nights that you decide to just do it. It’s yet again another hasty decision on your part, but you just want to put an end to your turmoil. You stand at the end of the empty hall, waiting. You know his routine like he knows yours and you knew he was about to finish up his usual workout at the gym. Other days you’d hang around here, wait to catch dinner together, maybe chat a bit before you headed home. Today, it was an entirely different reason and luckily, no one was here to witness what was about to happen. You swallow hard, curling your hands tight into a fist, bracing yourself. And after a minute or two, Jungkook turns the corner. His hair is messy, duffle bag slung over his shoulder by his side and he looks at you, steps slowing. He’s surprised that you’re here. But when you see him…. A freight train hits you. Realization strikes you across the face, making you numb. You can’t. You can’t do it. You’re not ready. In the moment of truth, the point of no return, push comes to shove — you can’t go through with your decision. Perhaps this is the answer you were searching for. The one that you were pondering for so long, if you should or shouldn’t pull the plug of your relationship. Or maybe this is a second of cowardice that you need to overcome. You’re not sure of anything. You’re scared, frightened of facing him, of facing your feelings, so like the coward that you are, you turn around. As if you could disappear, becoming invisible or evaporate into the air, you simply shut your eyes tight, hoping that he doesn’t see you anymore. You expect him to turn you around, to tap on your shoulder, call your name. But none of that happens. There’s nothing. And after a long moment, you open your eyes, hearing clunking noises to your left. Turning, you find Jungkook at the vending machine, looking at the selection, casually trying to buy something. He pretends not to see you. He can read you like a book. And he knows you’re uncomfortable. He’s considerate enough to spare you from a confrontation you’re not prepared for. Your eyes sting. Your head doesn’t hurt this time — it’s your chest. The same feeling from before has returned, making you feel heavy, regretful, saddened. And for the first time, you’re the one to reach out. You say his name, not wanting him to leave and your arm extends, wrapping around his frame. Your cheeks press against his shoulder and you hug him. Tightly. Locking your hands together. Cuddling into his body. It might not look like much to an outsider, but to you, it’s significant. You haven’t hugged anyone since you were a child, haven’t hugged anyone aside from your own parents. Every time Jungkook’s ever held you in an embrace, you’ve remained limp much to his dismay, at best giving a halfhearted and awkward pat on the back, and he’d laugh while hoisting you up in the air, trying to get you to hug him back. It’s a gesture that was important to you, that you feared to give. But now, you were holding onto Jungkook, hugging him, grasping on securely, offering as much warmth as possible. “I’m sorry,” your voice is heavy, throat constricting. It hurts beyond belief. “For what?” The tiny smile on his face is heard in his question. Jungkook lets himself be embraced by you. You care a lot more about him than you thought — enough that the numerous doubts have sunk beneath the surface.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #bts scenario #guess who finally threw a little spice in their fics lol #i just felt like the time called for it - and I'm actually getting more comfortable with the genre #it can be kinda fun to add it in #anyways this is my first story that was inspired by a dream #usually my dreams are pretty fucking lame #but here we go

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soulangel · 5 years

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Fox in the House- Chapter 2

Summary: At finally seeing the home she would be staying at, she’s surprised at how content she’s already feeling even though she’s only known them a few hours. She also gets to meet everyone she’s living with and is a lot less scared of them now that she knows their faces. Maybe they’ll let her sniff out their scents next.

Group: Oneus x hybrid!character

Genre: Basic domestic life, tiny amount of angst

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Not too much wrong in this chapter except a very anxious hybrid in a new environment. There are a couple swear words close to the beginning of the chapter but other than that it’s a safe read.

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The moment the three stepped into the house, the fox curled her tail around her waist and flattened her ears, teeth bared as she scented the area. Her ears were twitching every which was as she heard all the sounds coming throughout the dorm. People stepping down the hallway, someone playing a video game, someone singing, and a few people grunting while moving objects around. “I know it’s not much and there’s a lot going on for you right now. Do you want me to show you to your room?” The new person she’d met at the store offered gently with a kind smile.

She sized him up with narrowed eyes, tail swishing and swirling around her arm as she debated how this interaction could go. She finally decided after a couple moments that she’d allow him to lead her down the hallway seeing as she wasn’t 100% comfortable walking a dark area by herself yet, even if she could see better than they could. “Sure...that would be nice, thanks.” She mumbled softly, eyes bouncing around the room afterward so she wouldn’t have to look at him more than she had to.

He then started leading her down the small hallway until he stopped before the second door on the right, opening the door just a little bit for her. She waited a second to see what he was going to do before she slowly moved through the doorway, tail swishing in curiosity. When she was finally in the room fully, the guy opened the door all the way and stepped into the room before staying against the wall to make sure she didn’t feel trapped. “How do you like it? Hwanwoong did all the decorating for you, saying something about a bunny-hybrid telling him what you like?” He said, tilting his head in confusion for the moment as he waited for her to respond to him.

She barely twitched her ear in his direction since she was focusing on the little nook-like bed Hwanwoong had made for her. He’d also made sure to make her curtains darker so if she wanted to close them, it would feel like a dark den for comfort. Across from her bed-nook was a white oak dresser with what looked like little trinkets the members had found that they thought she’d appreciate. She stepped closer to see what they were before sniffing at them, finding multiple scents on them. ‘Either this stuff is their personal belongings they want to give to me, or they kept this stuff around for a while before handing them over. I wonder whose is whose.’ She thought before stepping away from the dresser.

She already was aware that she had no clothes to put in the drawers or her closet, so she instead went straight to the doorway with a small, “where’s the bathroom?” given to the guy.

He gave her a gentle smile and lead her down the hall to the third door on the left, moving to the other side of the door to give her access. “I know you don’t have any clothes right now, so if you’d like, you can borrow some of mine while we clean yours?” He offered, seeing the frown on her face when she realized the predicament he brought to light.

She finally stared up at him for the first time since she got to the dorm and he tried his hardest to hold back the gasp while staring into her golden eyes. “I don’t want to impose anymore than I already have. However I am able to help you is supposed to be my only task. I don’t want to cause you anymore trouble.” She replied monotonously, keeping as much of her frustration out of her voice as possible.

He sighed and shook his head. “You’re not here to do our bidding unless you want to. You’re here to be free, or at least more free than you were in that place. Also because Hwanwoong really wants a cuddle buddy.” He mumbled, looking to the ground so he wouldn’t be caught in her heated stare; unfortunately he could still feel the intensity of it on his face.

Finally she nodded her head the slightest inkling. “Thank you.” She whispered, disappearing into the bathroom after that to start taking her shower.

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When she was cleaned and able to change into the clothes the guy had given her, she finally was able to feel just how dirty she’d been beforehand. In her defense though, Hojoon never really gave any of the hybrids a chance to clean themselves unless it was adoption day. And because she was on his shitlist, he didn’t care about how well she preened for the group, if at all. She really did not like that asshole…

Once she was in the living room, she took in a deep breath and allowed her senses to be momentarily overwhelmed with the scents throughout the house. One was familiar to her since it was Hwanwoong’s, the only one she’d really been in close contact with. Then there was the one she was with today whose clothes matched some of the scents; she’d have to get his name later. And then the rest were a little lost on her. She could faintly pinpoint one from when he was in the adoption center setting up the paperwork but didn’t know for certain. All she knew was the first scent she could recognize seemed to calm her down just the tiniest bit due to the familiarity of it. ‘Hmmm, where did everyone go?’ She wondered while looking around the room, noting the scents were fairly old compared to when she first walked through.

She was about to check their rooms when a note caught her attention on the coffee table by the couch:

“Don’t worry about being by yourself, Hwanwoong was saying it would probably be a good thing to leave you alone for now so you can look around without feeling pressured. But if you feel like you can’t be alone or you’re not comfortable in the place use the phone to get ahold of one of us. We’ll be there as soon as we can to help okay? Don’t worry about anything in the dorm room, and the remote for the tv is right next to this piece of paper if you want to watch something. Have fun, and we’ll see you tonight after practice!

Your Boys”

She frowned at the note and sighed. She was seeing his name pop up a lot….from the guy who helped her, to the 3 times he’d tried talking to her, even his scent when she took a moment to look around. It was like he was trying to fog her brain while “helping” her feel better. “This is so weird.” She grumbled to herself as she glanced at the remote, wondering if she should watch something on the television.

Deciding against it, she went back to the room she was showed by the one guy saying it was hers...she should really get all their names so they’re not all just “the guys.” That would definitely be a good idea. ‘Maybe a nap will help me feel better.’ She thought while crawling into her nook and curling herself up into a tiny ball, hiding her face with her tail and then wrapping the blanket over herself in her way of protecting herself. ‘Just for a little bit.’

xXx

“Rosy we’re home!” Hwanwoong’s voice rang through the dorm.

She stirred and felt her eyes moving around behind her eyelids, her ears twitching in response to the movement going on outside her bedroom. She had a feeling that...that word he used was to be for her, but she didn’t want to respond to it until she knew for certain that was what they wanted to call her. As much as she disliked the name. Just as she was thinking about that, someone knocked on the door and poked their head in. “Rosy? Are you in here?” The familiar voice of the other guy who helped her spoke out.

She barely moved in her nook and flicked her tail up over her face to hide herself as much as possible. Unfortunately, it looked like he caught the movement and looked over at her nook with a small smile. “Hey, did we wake you? I’m sorry.” He said gently, opening the door wider for his body to slide into the room.

She slowly sat up from her spot and stretched her arms out in front of her, still mildly asleep. She then blinked a few times to see clearly and looked up at the person standing in the middle of her room. “Wha time is it?” She mumbled before yawning a tiny bit, rubbing her eyes.

He smiled while watching the cute little actions of hers, watching her in amusement as she slowly found her bearings and was able to stand from her bedding, tail swishing slowly behind her. Without meaning to he reached a hand out toward her ear and gently pinched it between his fingers, rubbing it as gently as he could. She closed her eyes in content and started purring faintly at the feeling, relishing in the softness of his fingers before someone else knocked on her door, ruining the moment between the two. Once the spell between them was broken, she stepped away quickly and wrapped her tail around herself as a safety blanket of sorts, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth and her ears flattened against her head.

Hwanwoong stuck his head in and looked between the two with a bright grin until he saw the way she cowered, as if reprimanded somehow. “Hyung what happened? Did you hurt her?” He asked with a frown, stepping into the room and waking towards the poor little fox trying her hardest to shy away from them both.

He pouted the further away she got until she was at the opposite corner of the room staring at the two with her tail still wrapped around her, ears still flattened, and her eyes darting around her in fear. “Hey Rosy, it’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt you okay? You can trust us.” Hwanwoong said gently, holding a hand out for her to take so she wouldn’t have to feel so alone and scared.

She pushed herself further into the wall and shook her head, teeth bared in defense. “P-Please don’t...stay back…” She whispered, biting her lip while turning her head away.

Hwanwoong immediately stopped his advance toward her and stepped back to where his groupmate was at. “Uh, I think we should leave….let’s give her some privacy.” He said softly, leading the way out of the room.

She hesitantly took a step forward just as the door closed, and bit her lip softly, frowning to herself once she understood the unknown feeling she had was the mild discomfort of denying those two her attention. ‘I don’t understand. Are they trying to use me, or are they sincere in wanting me around just to be around?’ She wondered in her mind, tapping a finger to her chin in thought.

She quietly opened the door without a second thought and looked around, sniffing out the scents of everyone in the dorm room definitely staying in one area. She took a deep breath, wrapped her tail around her for security, kept her ears trained upward and twitching toward every little sound, and then took the few steps out to meet everyone officially. She rubbed her arm with her opposite hand and tentatively and gave a small head nod to the group in front of her. “H-Hello...I’m h-here to serve yo-you.” She mumbled out, immediately ducking her head back down toward the ground once she finished saying what she needed.

Hwanwoong gave her an encouraging smile and stepped closer to her. “Welcome home! My name is Hwanwoong. The one who helped me pick you up today is named Youngjo, or Ravn is his stage name if you’d prefer.” He said, pointing to the guy giving her a small and happy smile with a wave; the one who smelt like the clothes she was wearing.

Hwanwoong then motioned to the person beside him. “This guy with the black hair is named Seoho. He’s the one that was with me when we first went to sign the paperwork. He was the one that said we should pick you over anyone else in the shelter. Because we saw what was happening-” “Hwanwoong! You’re scaring her.” Ravn chided, motioning to her shivering frame, her tail swishing up to brush against her nose as she tried hiding her face in the bushy end of her tail where the pure white tip flicked against her forehead.

Hwanwoong frowned and rested a hand on her arm, immediately garnering a hiss in response to touching her. He pulled his hand away and then went back to talking as if what he was saying before wasn’t mentioned. “Uh, beside Seoho is Xion, or Dongju. He’s the youngest of us but you might get along with him well.” He continued on, rolling his eyes as if he didn’t actually mean his words.

She watched him as he continued to introduce everyone and couldn’t help the small smile on her face which was still hidden behind her tail. She wasn’t ready to reveal herself just yet, but if the way Hwanwoong was talking was any indication, she was truly safe for the first time since Hojoon showed up and ruined her life. Maybe, just maybe, these guys could help her. ‘Can they really help?’ She asked herself as Hwanwoong continued on for a couple more minutes until Ravn again hushed him from speaking too much and overwhelming her.

While she was lost in thought, Xion had walked up to her hesitantly and stopped in front of her, holding a hand out. “You don’t have to speak or do anything if you don’t want to, but it’s nice to finally meet you. Hwanwoong hasn’t stopped talking about you and how cool you are. Um, if you don’t mind me asking, do you have powers like they say hybrids do?” He rambled, clamping down on his lip when he finished to see if she’d say anything.

She awkwardly took his hand and only nodded her head, making sure not to say anything as he watched her, wondering what it could’ve meant that she was getting at. She glanced around the group to see them all doing their own thing except one person who was watching in mild interest and concern and then turned back to Xion, giving him a small wink. Afterward, she tucked her tail into her hands and started on her own little strut back to her room, smiling a little to herself at how genuine he and Hwanwoong seemed.

Just as she was about to close the door to her bedroom to go back to her nap, someone pressed on the door and gave her a small smile. “Hey uh, here are your clothes from earlier. Though if you don’t want them anymore we can always take you shopping for something you’d actually like. Also there was something I wanted to speak to you about before turning in, if you’re okay with talking at the moment?” Ravn had wondered, handing her the clothes before staring into her golden eyes.

Before he could get lost in the color of her eyes, she turned away from the door and allowed him into the room quickly, setting her clothes in the dresser drawers she preferred so as to start her organization process with her tiny amount of belongings. When she was done with that, she turned around to face him and gave him a nod to start speaking his mind. “If you weren’t able to hear him earlier, Hwanwoong was starting to call you something; Rosy. Are you alright with that name?” He asked her gently, watching as she mulled over the name and then gave a small grimace.

She scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out adorably and he couldn’t help chuckling softly at her. “Not a good name huh? How about this; until you decide what you want to be called, we’ll stick with that. When you come up with something, give the word and we’ll start calling you that, okay?” He offered, watching as she nodded her head with a tiny sigh.

He had put his hand on the doorknob when she took a step toward him, reaching a hand out to catch his attention. He turned his head to look at her and she gave a grimace of a smile. “C-Can we go shopping sometime soon?” She asked, mentally slapping a hand to her forehead for somehow skipping over the simple ‘thank you’ she wanted to push out instead.

He grinned and nodded his head vigorously. “Y-Yeah of course! We can go tomorrow if you’d like.” He replied quickly, happiness level rising exponentially at the surprised but happy gleam in her eye.

Maybe they weren’t so bad after all.

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