#show me what them fingers do chili

[tastelikechili]

EXCUSE ME, SIR???

[the-californicationist]

The False Alarm

TF141+/Reader TW: gangbang --- MDNI/18+ AO3 Link

Cleaning a long, hard pole was slippery business, and at your fire station, it was a particularly dangerous job. You had to be small enough to fit into the harness, but strong enough to self-belay, shining the gleaming gold rod as you traveled downward, repelling to the floor. 

So, imagine your frustration when you were left to clean by yourself while the rest of the house responded to a three alarm fire. You tried to make quick work of it, but there was a lot of pole to tend to, and you didn’t want to miss a spot. A dirty pole was bad news for everyone who needed to ride it. Safety first. 

It was all going pretty well until you neared the end of your job. You were about to lower yourself to the last section, your feet nearly able to touch the ground when you lost your grip on the rope attached to your harness. The clip liked to jam, so you tried to get it unstuck, but you realized pretty quickly that it was solidly knotted against you. You weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. To make matters worse, you were leaning at an odd angle, having tried to reach down to grab the radio that had been knocked to the ground when you lost the rope. But, it was flung too far, and you quickly discovered that it was way out of your grasp. At this point, you looked like a Christmas ornament, hanging loosely in your harness, swaying slightly around the pole. The only thing to do now was wait.

Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long for help. The three alarm fire had been a false one, and all of the men had returned rambunctious but unharmed. Your boyfriend, Captain John Price, was the first one through every door, and he was the one who discovered you in your trapped state. His eyes lit up in shock, and you heard his gravelly laugh as he approached you. Behind him, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish and his Lieutenant, Simon Riley, began to strip their gear for Gaz, the firehouse quartermaster. They were laughing right along with Price, jeering at you in your trussed up position.

Price spun you around toward him, and you came face to face with his bulging zipper. You were at the perfect height, staring right at his crotch, and he had to bend down to look you in the eye,

“In a bit of a predicament, pretty girl?”

You weren’t sure you liked his tone. It was lurid and suggestive, especially in front of his men. 

“Latch is stuck. I’ve been telling you to replace it.”

“Which one?” He knelt underneath you to fiddle with the harness, “This one?”

He tugged at the rope and moved it between your legs, purposefully shoving it out of alignment. 

“John!” You hissed, feeling the thick rope, as big around as one of his fingers, slip across your cotton pants and into the crease of your pussy, rubbing along your clit mercilessly. 

“Mmm, I kinda like you like this, love. Might have to make you a permanent fixture. What d’you say?”

“Get me down, babe. Please?” You resorted to begging. It didn’t help.

“Oy!” He whistled loudly, “Come look what we caught on the line today, boys.”

All six of the other firefighters sauntered over to you, jeering and laughing. 

“Wee lass is truly stuck?” MacTavish asked.

“Aye, look,” Simon smiled, showing him the latch, “She used the old clamp.”

As he stuck his finger underneath it, it tugged on the rope next to your clit, making you writhe.

Gaz laughed behind them, bending over from his glee,

“Ha! Guess the captain didn’t tell you he bought a new one.”

“Count your blessings, compa,” Vargas grinned, clapping a hand over Price’s shoulder, “Maybe we should leave you two here, hm?”

“I was about to dig into Johnny’s homemade chili, but now I’m hungry for something else,” Alex crossed his arms and shook his head as if in disbelief. 

You tried to look to Price for some guidance. The boys flirted a lot, but it was mostly harmless. This felt… different somehow. There was something predatory in their stares that made your body feel like it was ablaze.  

Price ran a finger along the rope that now stretched between your asscheeks and through the folds of your pussy, biting into your pants. 

“Shouldn’t let such a bloody good opportunity go to waste, huh, lads?” Price’s voice sounded like an invitation, and you felt all the air get sucked out of the room. 

You were parallel to the ground; face down, ass up, right in front of all of them. You were trapped, surrounded by seven enormous men, and all you could see were their legs from their belt buckles to their boots. You knew who they were; you’d been friends for years, after all, but it didn’t feel so friendly now. You felt like their prey. 

You watched Price kneel beneath you. He smiled sweetly at you and whispered,

“You trust me, pretty girl?”

You nodded, and brought your hands up around his neck to kiss him. His mouth melted into yours, sending static tingles of pleasure though the rest of your body. He kept kissing you while his men stood around you, watching like dogs as Price literally dangled their treat in front of them. 

Then, he pulled away, standing up in front of you. You felt his fingers digging under the bottom of your shirt hem, and he tugged off your tee shirt, exposing your body to his team. Your breasts were contained only by a thin cotton bralette, and at this angle, they hung away from you as you swayed in your harness. 

Price took the bra off of you and bent to suckle from your nipples, licking and biting them gently to make you moan with sharp desire. You suddenly felt a hand that wasn’t his on your ass cheek and you gasped. Price chuckled, fondling your breasts with his huge, callused hands, teasing you,

“Are you shy, baby? It’s just MacTavish. You know he gets handsy.”

“Sorry, lass,” you heard the Scot behind you as he squeezed your ass and thighs, pulling them apart from your center, “Couldnae resist. Look good enough to eat.”

“Dig in, Sergeant,” Price offered you up like an appetizer, and tossed Johnny his emergency shears. 

Your eyes went wide, 

“John! My –”

“I’ll buy you another pair, love. Now, let’s give you something else to do with that mouth, why don’t we?”

You felt the cold metal of the blunt shears as Johnny cut across your waistband and down the crease between your legs, letting the shears do the work for him. He knelt to slice around to the front and then pulled your pant legs off of you, leaving you hanging there in nothing but your flimsy thong. 

He situated the rope back into position between your thigh and groin so that it wouldn’t bite into you, and then you felt his mouth. You groaned loudly. You couldn’t help it. It felt like heaven to have him licking and sucking at your tender flesh, writhing his tongue into your already soaking hole. 

“Listen to that sound. So damn pretty,” Price pet you on your cheek and stuck his thumb into your open mouth as you keened, the pleasure building within you like a smoldering blaze. 

You heard his buckle rattle open, and the whine of his zipper led to the quick release of his cock, hard and smooth. He pressed his head to your lips and you kissed it gently, licking around its crown hungrily. Unwilling to waste any time, he pushed into your mouth, rubbing himself deep enough to touch the back of your throat. You listened to his delicious moans and tried to take him in as much as his girth would allow. 

Then, MacTavish added a finger, stretching the walls of your pussy with it ever so gently, and you felt yourself starting to come. You were shocked by it, and it overwhelmed you so suddenly you knew that you were in for a turbulent storm of pleasure. 

“Oh, fuck, tha’s it, love. Come for us,” Price commanded, “Such a good girl.”

Your whole body trembled, unable to press or brace against anything as you hung suspended, and you heard Johnny moaning as he felt you contract with pleasure, listening to the muffled screams he was pulling from you as you were trapped around the captain’s cock. 

Price’s hand fisted your hair, guiding you down, grunting with each thrust. Then, he removed himself, stepping around to the side of you and placing one of your hands on his wet shaft. You started jacking him off, confused until you saw another pair of boots below your face. 

It was Alex.

Price’s hand was still in your hair, and you felt your face being lifted up to view Alex’s long cock. He let it rest against your cheek, its warmth teasing you in a surprisingly comforting way. You used your tongue to lick up and down his generous length. 

Alex moaned, 

“Fuck… No wonder you rush home from work, Captain. Holy shit.”

Price chuckled, releasing your hair so that Alex could do as he pleased with you, 

“She’s bloody brilliant, aye?”

You felt something tugging your body backward, and you knew Johnny had moved beneath you because his mouth was punishing your clit, making you want to come again. You moaned around Alex, making him cry out as well from the feeling. 

Then, you felt the tell-tale prod of someone’s cock nestling itself against your wet hole. Surprised, you tried to pull away from Alex to look behind you. Alex grabbed your head before you did, though and forced your mouth back down,

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay, sugar. It’s just Garrick. Lookin’ like he’s gonna die if he doesn’t get to fuck you right this goddamn second. Ain’t that right, Gaz?”

“Fuckin’ right,” Gaz grumbled, feeding himself into you as Johnny ate you out. 

You thought you might die from the pleasure. You came around him as he entered you, forcing him to stop. You were bearing down so hard that you thought you might accidentally wet yourself. You tried to get it under control, riding wave after wave of your orgasm as Johnny sucked your folds and fondled your clit. 

“Tha’s beautiful, lass. Your poor wee cunt doesnae ken what to make of all this, hm?” 

“She’s being such a good girl, Cap. Takin’ me so well,” Gaz crooned, reaching forward to rest his big hands on your hips as he began to thrust in earnest. 

Every time he pushed you forward, you would swallow deeper onto Alex’s cock, and Johnny’s tongue would rush through your folds and across your clit.

Suddenly, your other hand was being given a task to complete. It was Alejandro. He had taken your hand in his and bent to kiss your knuckles, soft and sweet as if you were a princess. Then, he let it rest on top of his uncut cockhead, allowing you to find a similar rhythm for him as you had for Price, rubbing his rod as steadily as you could manage. 

Alex increased his pace, grunting like an animal as he fucked himself into your throat. Price encouraged him,

“Don’t feed it to her, Keller. She wants it in that sweet cunt of hers, don’t you, pretty girl?”

You felt Gaz and Alex pull away from you at the same time, and you gasped, agonized by the hollowness that you were experiencing. Then, a warm hand braced against your ass cheek, squeezing you fiercely, and Alex pressed himself in where Gaz had been steadily putting in the work. 

The new sensation of another man’s cock was incredible, and with Johnny eating you like he was starving, you had no trouble coming with Alex as he pounded himself into you mercilessly. His guttural screams were tantalizing, and you wished you could see his face. 

“Fuck! Oh, my God – Fuck!” Alex grunted through gritted teeth, holding onto your body as tight as he could, filling you full of his come.

As he fell away from you, Gaz replaced him, getting back to his mission dutifully and with renewed vigor, slipping through the other man’s come easily. Johnny moved up your body, kissing your belly, sucking on your skin, finding your nipples as they jiggled while Garrick was fucking himself into you, and you watched someone new come up to your face. 

Simon bent down to kiss you, biting your lip and tasting his friends on your tongue. He licked your neck, sucking on the skin hard enough to leave a bruise. He joined Johnny at your breasts, suckling from the opposite one as the eager sergeant. 

Just as you were being lulled into an orgasmic trance from their ministrations, you felt Gaz shudder. He came breathlessly, gasping out quiet moans and little yeses and pleases and wordless prayers as he started to spill out into you. His cock reached further than Alex’s, and you felt a different sort of fullness as he held himself inside of you, throbbing against your cervix, tickling the entrance to your womb. 

You felt his plump lips leave a trail of kisses along your bare back, and then he pulled away from you, letting his and Alex’s come drip onto the concrete floor below you. 

Simon and Johnny stood, each taking their place at your throat and your pussy, entering you at the same time and letting out similar groans of agonizing pleasure. Johnny was stuffing himself into your cunt, and Simon was dragging his cock down your throat, going much deeper than you had ever taken anyone before. 

MacTavish was almost too thick, and he had to stretch you more than Gaz or Alex. He wasn’t particularly long, but he was curved in just the right way, and you started to scream, muffled by Simon’s dick in your mouth. 

It made Simon wild. He spoke to his sergeant in staccato’d bursts, 

“Fuck, Johnny. Just like that, mate. Makin’ her scream around me. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

“She’s so tight, Si. Shite! I’m gonna come so fast,” MacTavish groaned, pulling your ass cheeks apart as he fucked you, watching your asshole gape open as he did, “God, Cap. How do you last?”

Your captain chuckled darkly, petting your breasts as they swung freely, 

“I fuckin’ don’t, mate.”

Johnny was now sheathed in your pussy to his hilt, grinding into you rather than pounding, almost as if he was massaging your walls from the inside, making you feel so full. His hand found your clit that he’d been punishing, and he used your own fluids to smear lazy circles around and around. 

You could feel your legs begin to shake involuntarily. You tried to stop it, gripping onto Alejandro and Price for dear life in your hands, and crying out around Simon’s cock in your throat for relief. 

All four of the men were noisy now, basking in your rolling pleasure, watching you writhe and tense beneath them. Gaz returned to you, kneeling down to lick your breasts, sucking on them harder than Johnny did, taking more of your flesh into his mouth. 

Gaz looked up at your face, stuffed full of Simon’s cock, and he talked to you even though you couldn’t respond, drool dripping out of the sides of your lips,

“Are you havin’ a good time, babe? You’re so damn pretty. Look at these gorgeous fuckin’ tits.”

The way he was sucking on them was so intense that you felt yourself clench hard around Johnny, hearing him moan. 

He slapped your ass, grunting,

“Fuck! Again. Do it again, lass.”

You tried to oblige, bearing down on him and squeezing with all of your might. 

“Yes, yes, yes, gonna make me come - fuck!”

Johnny grabbed ahold of your harness and threw himself into you at a breakneck pace, the fluids inside of your core splattering you and him as he crushed himself into you. Simon pulled out of you, commanding you,

“That’s right. Scream for it. I wanna hear you.”

You let out a long, trembling whine, and then, 

“Oh, fuuuuckkkkk…”

Johnny ground himself into you again, painting your pussy with his come. There was so much of it that you could feel it now, settling in your belly. 

The sergeant pulled himself out of you with a slick pop, and bent to lick his own come off of your folds. You screamed again, feeling as if you would be shoved into another wild orgasm if he kept it up. But, then, Simon came to your rescue, grumbling, 

“Out of the way, mate.” 

Simon moved into place behind you, grabbing Johnny by his mohawk and shoving him back, and hungrily rubbed his cock through your ass checks, massaging himself. Alejandro took his position at your mouth and used you easily. Simon had done a good job of getting you used to his roughness when he fucked your throat, and his treatment of your cunt was no different. Johnny had been big, but he was a lamb compared to the lion taking you from behind now. 

Simon had pulled your legs around his waist, holding you in place there, and he was eager to fuck you hard. You felt your bones rattle as he slammed his length into you, making the most animalistic sounds as he did so. 

“Tha’s how she likes it, innit, Captain? Like a dirty little slag,” Simon observed, able to feel how your walls fluttered around him, excited and anticipatory.

Price smiled down at you, and you could see his hand leave your breast and search for your ass. He grabbed your ass cheek and pulled it away until your hole was wide open for him, and he used his thick finger to tease you within an inch of your life. You were transported to another dimension of pleasure, and he knew exactly how to turn you on.

“This is how she likes it, Simon. All her pretty holes filled.”

“We can do tha’, can’t we? Proper stuffed.” Simon laughed, understanding what you liked and fully happy to give it to you. 

Price removed his hand and Simon replaced it, spitting into his fingers and rubbing two of them just inside of your asshole, stretching you out. He then put them deeper in and pressed downward, feeling his own cock through the thin membrane between your two holes, groaning in a deeper, darker tone.  

Alejandro got your attention then by holding himself inside of your throat for a three-count, and then a five-count, and then for a period of time when you lost count. You were choking so much that your body was convulsing, and as he ripped his cock from your throat, rivulets of drool fell out of your mouth and onto the concrete. 

“A la chingada! Dame tu boca, mi linda.” Fuck it! Give me your mouth, pretty one. Alejandro lamented, kneeling in front of you and kissing you through your mess of spit and drool. He smiled and stood again, rubbing his wet cock all over the outside of your face, making you sticky with his precome and with your own fluids. 

He gave you just the head of his dick and you swirled your tongue around it, suckling from it like it would feed you, and he cried out in pleasure,

“Fuck! Are you gonna come or not, pendejo? ‘Cause I need to.” 

Simon didn’t answer. He just fucked you even harder. It was as if he had been holding back this entire time. He grabbed your hair and forced your body to arch high into the air, pounding into you with wet, slapping noises and grunting over your screams. You couldn’t continue rubbing Price’s cock, nor were you able to suck Alejandro’s head. You were at Simon’s demonic mercy. 

He came without halting. He fucked you right through his own pleasure, listening to you moan and feeling you bearing down around him, pushing his seed as deep into you as it would go. When he finally let go of your hair and removed himself from you, it felt like he was taking your insides with him. You felt so empty, it made you whine. 

“Shh, shh. I know, love,” Price soothed you, moving to your face to kiss you and lick your neck, “You’re doing so good. You ready for me, hm?”

“I need you so bad, John,” you told him through pleasure-wrought tears. 

“I know, baby. I know. Be a good girl for me.”

You nodded, feeling Alejandro push himself through Simon’s wet spend. It only took a few thrusts for him to coat your walls as well. There was so much come in you, your belly felt swollen. 

Finally, it was the captain’s turn. You and he were alone at the pole, and you felt him cut your rope in one quick slice. He caught you before you fell, holding you to him, knowing you couldn’t stand on your trembling legs. He lifted you up and made you turn to face the group of men who had just finished pleasuring you. They were all in states of undress, panting and laying on the firetruck or on the ground. Simon was jacking off again, as was Alex, thoroughly enjoying the show. 

Price fucked you like this, holding your body in front of him, letting you face his team as he struggled to fit himself into you. You had forgotten how big he was compared to normal men. Your eyes reflected your shock. Encouraged, the men began to stir, despite their exhaustion, nearly every one of them had his cock in his hand. 

You felt yourself come again, no warning this time, and Price let out a long, threatening growl,

“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, love. Did so good for us. Takin’ my men so well. I knew you could do it. Good girl. Such a fuckin’ good girl. My fuckin’ girl. Whose cock do you like best, baby?”

“Yours, John,” you cried out. 

“Whose?” He demanded, shouting at you through gritted teeth.

“Yours! Yours. Yours.” You chanted, feeling him begin to pulse inside of you. 

“Tha’s fuckin’ right.”

Price came in you so much and for so long, you thought you had mistaken what was happening to you. But, it was dripping out of you and onto the floor in little white splatters. 

Keeping his wits about him, Price whistled to Johnny and he came over with a big blanket, helping Price wrap you in it to keep you warm. You couldn’t stop shaking. 

Price smiled, bending down to kiss you as you were wrapped in Johnny’s arms, surrounded by the whole team, 

“Go get some rest, love. Your pole-cleaning duties are on hold… for now.”

[phantomenby]

Newbies choice

babyloutattoo89

Can I request a Poly!Lost Boys where the boys realize the reader is their mate and trying to gain their attention hoping the reader would pick them first? If that makes any sense?

Yes! Sorry this is so late, its a little longer than I was expecting it to be but I hope you like it :)

Paul sniffed the air mid ride, hair still billowing behind him as he slowed down, leaving his brothers to pass by as he tilted his bike towards the front of a backway he hadn’t seen in a while.

Something had caught his nose. 

A scent he hasn’t smelt before, and trust me this man had sniffed around Santa Carla from one end to the other, even in the places Max had attempted to prohibit them from entering in the past.

But this was new new. 

And as though the scent was made of magic he had begun turning, twisting the bike with him until he was heading down the passage and leaving his packmates to watch on in confusion before turning back to match his route. 

“Where you goin’ Paulie?!” Markos voice fought to reach over the loud echo of their engines through the route Paul was taking them down, the curl-haired blonde barely able see through the thick smog their bikes were racking up from the speed.

Paul ignored him, ears zoned out as his nose sent him in the right direction, nothing mattered more to him right now than finding that intoxicating smell.

–

A mere two miles away was the source of said smell.

The source of said smell was also in the middle of chowing down on some chili fries, with no thoughts in their head beyond the delicious - and albeit slightly overpriced - meal they had treated themself to after a solid seven hour work day with no break to eat.

“Wow, I’ve never seen someone eat that with just their hands before”

You paused your feast to glower at the attendant, who was also unfortunately your best friend, accepting the bundle of tissues she was holding out to you in moderate disgust.

“Thanks ‘chelle,” you mumbled between wiping the sides of your mouth, tossing away the tissues and turning to face her, there were no other customers at this time of night which made “decompressing” with Chelle so much easier, “you know, its your lovely southern charm that attracts people to you, the way you say words with such unyielding bluntness really shows off what a delight you are under all that hairspray.”

Michelle beamed at you, refusing to accept the sarcasm in your tone, it was loving enough anyway in her eyes.

“Speaking of-” her ears picked up the sound of approaching bikes before yours did, her wide eyes looking over you as her fingers tapped with excitement, “wonder who its gonna be tonight.”

The bikers were normally pretty okay by Santa Carla standards, as apposed to the groups that lived on the beach and acted all uppity.

No. The bikers were nice, at least from what Michelle had told you, in all your time in Santa Carla you had avoided the tourist heavy areas at night. You see Santa Carla was burdened with a “missing person” problem and it had led to your parents being too scared to let you out of the house after dark, even now being well into your thirties and you hadn’t told them that you happily went out into the night as and when you liked.

Your eyes never left your friend even as she kept sneaking glances towards the group who were slowing down behind you, their thunder dwindling as they curled round to the small corner of the lot Michelle’s food stand was situated.

“Hey do you think your boss will let you take a week off?” Chelle only hummed in response, leaning forward to rest her chin on the counter, eyes twinkling the same way they did when she took you to a dessert bar last weekend, “we could go up north a bit and-”

You snapped your fingers in front of her when her eyes moved completely away from you, “ ‘chell- Michell!” 

She jumped, grabbing your fingers, “hush for a minute.”

You watched with a pout as she walked away to the cash register where one of the bikers was waiting, his dozy blue eyes holding your gaze as long as he could before Michelle got sick of him and raised her voice to get his attention.

Glancing behind him you could see three others heading towards him, assuming it was the other bikers who had been riding with him you didn’t think much of it. Not until one of them walked past where Michelle was stood to stand infront of you.

“Hey.”

Wow, real interesting. You rolled your eyes, sending a look to Michelle, a subtle plea for help. Her smile only grew bigger as she watched out of the corner of her eye.

“You seem new, are you new?” He tried again.

He was hot, you’d give him that. And his voice, lord, there was no saving you.

After a solid minute of Dwayne staring at you with no response, David finally came to his aid.

“Well if you’re not new are you old?”

You scowled at that, looking up into another pair of alluring blue eyes, “so what if I am? We all get old someday, and technically everyones old to someone, so, yeah.”

Your voice drew quieter by the end, cheeks burning as awkward air settled in your throat. 

“Well you are certainly new to us,” Davids eyes grew darker as he took you in, your scent was truly something but it did nothing to explain just how exquisite you were in person, even standing this close to you was testing his control, “I’m David, and this is Dwayne.”

David. Dwayne. 

You’d never heard of them before, the bikers round here didn’t usually go by their own names, there were the cobras, the mountain riders and the lost boys. And the only ones you sorta knew were the mountain riders, and that was because their shop was right by your work.

“Cool, great names,” You fought to keep your cool, arms crossing in front of you comfortingly. David motioned his hand towards you, a silent question, “oh me- I’m Nik.”

David nodded, hearing the rest of his pack come up behind them. “And here are the rest of us, Paul,” he pointed to the man who had stared at you from the beginning, “and Marko,” then to the other blonde, the one with short curly hair who twinkled his fingers at you.

They were cute, all of them.

“Hi, I’m Nikki, or Nik I don’t mind.”

Michelle who had been watching between preparing their food took a free moment, coming over to where the five of you stood with a rather unnerving smile, “you know, Nikki’s free all night, you know, if you felt like dragging them out a bit.”

David caught you before you could stop her, turning to your friend with an equally evil grin, though his made your skin crawl a little. “Well if you insist, why dont we take them out, give them a ride?”

Pauls eyes shone brighter at the notion, taking the chance to offer his hand in invitation, “I ride best, much better than these clowns.”

This was it. This is how you die. 

When you raised your hands to say no Paul merely took one in his own, taking it as your acceptance of his proposition. Meanwhile you could only think of how your parents fears of the darkness was completely valid, hopefully when they had to make missing posters for you they’d use a photo less than three years old.

Marko threw an arm over your shoulders as Paul walked you to their bikes, his cool palm squeezing your shoulder, “oh this’ll be fun doll, Paul knows all the shortcuts.”

“Shortcuts? Shortcuts to what?” Shortcuts?! Shortcuts indicates a destination. You turned your head, barely able to see Michelle from how far from how poorly lit this area of the lot was, but you were sure if you saw her she would have that usual smug look on her face.

There was nothing you could do now, it was four versus one and you barely remembered anything from the self defence classes you took in college, or any of the tips your parents tried to pass on.

Paul walked you to the middle of the row, presenting his bike to you proudly and climbing on so you could get behind him. When your arms wrapped around his middle you felt him tense, worried you had squeezed too tight you let go a little only for Paul to place a hand over your own and pull it back.

David turned to face you, his eyes glowing far too bright to be natural, “you ready sugar?”

-

They had been riding around for much longer than you liked, and you had learnt pretty quickly that Paul was one of the worst of them all. And more than once you had stared longingly at Dwaynes bike as you saw him doing his best to avoid the dips in the dirt roads they had headed down.

Currently you were heading through a small patch of forest that sat along the coastline, the further you went the stronger your anxiety grew, you had barely been to this part of town during the day and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find your way home when it was this dark.

Paul pulled to a stop at a lower part of the cliffs right by an old staircase that looked one bad storm away from toppling over, his bike kicking up all of the sand that had been carried up by strong winds that made you shiver as they blew past you.

Watching this David saw it as a chance to woo you a little, so he slid off his long trenchcoat leaving him in just a jacket and sweater so he could place it over your shoulders. “Come on, we’ll show you the best place in town, wont we boys?”

Marko and Dwayne whooped at his words, walking ahead as Paul sulked behind as David wrapped an arm around you, seeing you in no position to complain as the coat warmed you up.

They brought you down to their nest, to you it seemed more like a deathtrap but for them it was a safety net that protected them best in this world. Even their old sire Max couldn’t track them when they went far enough into the cave system.

David kept a hold of you until you were safely in the main cave, leaving you in his trench coat as he moved away to sit in his chair.

You didn’t miss Daivid’s hand brushing across your side as he left you, his eyes meeting your own with a warm look before he settled into an old armchair that was set beside an old fountain. The more you looked the more you realised that this looked less like a cave and more like some ruins from before the war, even the posters that were scattered across different parts of the cave were at least thirty years old. Maybe someone lived here before…

Marko saw his chance and took it, taking a seat on one of the couches and offering it to you. When he noticed your hesitation he gave your mind a small nudge, sending David a smug look when you came to sit beside him.

David didn’t care, he could work your mind better than anyone, and since you still had his coat on he knew Marko was struggling to smell you through him.

“So you’re new, but not new?” Marko toyed with your hair, purring at the smell of blood rushing to your cheeks.

You shook your head, “not new, in any way, I’ve been here awhile.”

He frowned, “awhile?”

“Mhmm, goin on over three decades now.” 

Marko froze, as did Dwayne who was coming to sit on the other side of you. If you had been here this long how had they missed you?

“So you just been in your house all this time?” Hot air brushed over your ear in a way that made you shiver, “never goin out, Santa Carla’s a night town you know.”

Yeah, you knew.

“My parents didn’t really like the busy parts of town, guess they rubbed off on me…” You shifted awkwardly as you felt four pairs of eyes burning into you with curiosity, it was hard to be someone who was both not from the suburbs who hadn’t also been to the boardwalk at least once in their life.

“Well, how about it then,” David stood, the chair creaking under his weight as he jumped up, climbing up on the fountain he began to prowl with his hands behind his back, “since you’re new to well, Santa Carla nightlife and we are connoisseurs of sorts, how about we show you round- teach you the best places to go.”

You met his eye as he stopped in front of you, “will you take me home after?”

He smiled, nodding, “yes, under one condition.”

“Yes..?” You were dreading this, next thing you know they’re asking for a spare kidney to cover the trip home and then-

“Pick who you want to go with first.”

You froze. "What?"

David's grin grew, like a wolf to a lamb he leaned forward with a sinister look in his eye, "you choose, newbies choice."

[gnpwdrnwhiskey]

Pairing - Jack Daniels x ofc!SunDrop

Word Count - 580-ish?

Warnings - none that I am aware of, just lots of fluff and one small surprise

Author's Note - I had wanted to write Christmas stories for all of my characters this year, but so far these are the only two that have cooperated, lol! Unbeta'd, all mistakes are my own.

"Hey honey, can you meet me at my parents after work please? And bring Georgia. Love you!"

Jack plays the voice message a third time, Georgia's head tilting from side to side everytime she hears her name.

But Jack is better trained than his canine companion and he's listening to the nuance in her voice. She's too perky. Which means she's up to something.

"Damnit, Sunny," he mutters as he fires up the Bronco. He just wants to go home, get out of this uniform, have a beer, and kick his feet up. "Let's go see what fresh hell this is, Georgie girl."

Sunny's sitting on her parents front steps when he pulls up, decked out in festive flannel Christmas pajamas complete with rows of snowmen and reindeer and he has a sinking feeling he knows what's going on here, is actually tempted to just let Georgia out and keep driving but he values his life so he takes a deep breath and gets out of the truck, Georgia bounding ahead of him.

"Hey, cowboy," she smiles up at him, petting Georgia with one hand and holding out a beer he gladly accepts with the other. "Fancy meeting you here."

"You know your wish is my command, sweetheart," he grins, sitting down next to her and leaning over to steal a kiss that Sunny, like always, melts right into making him reluctant to pull away. "Let me guess, there's holiday themed getups like this for me and Georgia inside too?"

"I'm so glad you're smart and pretty, Jack Daniels," Sunny laughs, scooting closer to him on the steps so she can rest her head on his shoulder and lace her arm through his. "I tried to make yours as un-festive and boring as possible, just some plaid pants and a henley. You can even keep your boots on, Mr. Grinch. Poor Georgia has to wear antlers. At least you don't have to suffer that indignity."

"And Bagel?"

"He's in the house making it everyone's problem that he's currently wearing a Christmas sweater."

"So what's the plan here, sugar?"

"Well, on the surface we're humoring Maddie and doing family Christmas photos."

"And below the surface?" Jack asks with the arch of an eyebrow.

"When it's time for Maddie and Ty's solo photos with Roxie Doxie, he's proposing. And we all get to act surprised and ohh and aah over them. And then have dinner. Pretty sure my mom made chili."

"Kid's really trying to show me up, huh?"

"By proposing?" Sunny snorts. "We're already married, you doof. Or did you forget that little adventure to Gatlinburg already?"

"No, Mrs. Daniels," Jack laughs softly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "I certainly have not, but they don't know that."

"We'll tell them. One day," Sunny shrugs. "Let Maddie have the spotlight today."

"And what's in it for me, going along with this charade?"

"Besides homemade chili and cornbread?"

"As much as I love your mom's chili, I think I need a little more incentive."

"Okay, cowboy," Sunny says, sitting up and turning slightly to face him, toying with the top button on her pajama top. "For being a good sport, I'll let you take me home and unwrap me. I'm even more festive underneath."

"Oh, really now?" Jack hooks a finger in the vee of her shirt, trying to sneak a peek and Sunny laughs and bats his hands away. "Alright, SunnyD, I think you got yourself a deal."

[sparklefics]

Honey, Dumpling

Bucky Barnes and F!avenger!reader pining over each other.

Warnings: Language. Misunderstandings.

WC: 1,499

[Masterlist]

"Aim a little higher, like this," He proceeded to adjust your arms, hands lingering on your elbows, "but don't lock your elbows. Remember the kickback."

Bucky was giving you some more training on fire weapons, you were far better skilled at hand to hand combat and knives, and thanks to Clint you were pretty decent with a bow.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

"Not bad, Agent."

"Thanks, Sarge.” You beamed at him with a smile as you took off your safety gear. “Though I wish I had a special skill I could teach you but–" you stop yourself short before you make a sexual innuendo, though it could already be too late.

"Actually, I've been meaning to ask you if you could teach me how to cook."

"You don't know how to cook?"

"Back in my day we used to boil everything. So all I can make is pasta and open a jar of sauce, I don't think that qualifies as cooking now does it?”

"Okay, then meet me in the kitchen, say in 30 mins?"

"Sure."

____________________________________

You expect Bucky to take to cooking naturally, he is pretty handy with a knife. He looks comfortable enough in the kitchen, though a bit lost with not being familiar with all the gadgets and the array of the ingredients.

Bucky didn't think this through. Like at all.

Knives. You. The Kitchen. You. Fire. You. Heat. You. Close proximity to you.

It was a bit too much to handle.

He thought that maybe this could be a way to get closer to you, get to know you even more, more specifically if you were interested in him.

Could and would he ever muster up the courage to ask you to dinner?

But all this close proximity to you had only made him fuzzy and distracted.

"So what would you like to learn how to cook?"

He takes a minute to really think about it. "Dumplings? Is that difficult to make?"

"Ambitious but doable. I love dumplings!" You squeal and wander off to the pantry to gather ingredients.

First you get to working on the dough while Bucky chops veggies for the meat. You tell him how to season the meat for the filling of the dumplings and set it aside to work on the dough.

Before letting Bucky knead the dough you hand him some gloves, "Here, you don't want dough to get stuck in your fingers."

Bucky smiles, his heart doing somersaults over the fact that you know how fussy he is over his vibranium arm. "Thanks, Y/n."

You roll out the dough and show him how much stuffing to put in and how to crimp the edges. It takes him a couple of tries but he eventually gets the hang of it. He is surprised to see how many dumplings you two made, it's way more than what you two could eat.

"Can we freeze this stuff? I don't think I could eat all this."

"Yeah, we can totally do that. I prefer to freeze it after cooking it though so we'll do that first and we can just freeze whatever is leftover."

Halfway through cooking the dumplings you realize you forgot to make the dipping sauce so you instruct Bucky on what to get you from the pantry.

He hands you the ingredients as you list them, Soy sauce, red pepper flakes, chili oil, garlic, ginger…

"Honey?"

"Yeah?" He answers.

You look up from the mixing bowl to find Bucky looking at you all puzzled.

"Buck."

"Yeah…?"

"I meant, pass me the honey."

"I knew that." He smirks and hands over the bear shaped bottle. "Here, Honey."

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You were so excited about the prospect of spending more time with Bucky you couldn’t wait to tell Nat about your afternoon lesson with Bucky.

So you called her and told her. Nat insists that Bucky likes you and wants to spend more time with you.

“Trust me, Nat. I'd be his, if he asked.”

“Does he know that?”

“I don’t even know how to go about telling him.”

“Good god.” Nat groans and you can practically hear her eyes roll back. “Figure it out.”

“He’s my friend, Nat. It’s special with him, I don’t want anything to get in the way of that.”

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Things were tense with Bucky after that cooking lesson. It was so confusing trying to figure out what goes on in that brain of his. His eyes always find yours whenever he enters a room, but then he never comes over and talks with you. In fact he barely goes to the gym anymore— at least not while you’re there.

"I'm telling you Nat, he is not interested. I think I might’ve spooked him when I accidentally called him Honey.”

"You two are idiots–blind idiots! When are you going to realize that man worships the ground you walk on?" Nat smacks the back of your head.

“Ow!”

“You deserved that. In fact when he comes back from his solo mission I promise I’ll smack him too.”

"He went solo?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew.”

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Bucky avoided you for weeks.

First he volunteered for a solo recon mission. You knew he hated going on solo missions from the moment he joined the team. After he came back from doing recon, he avoided you at all costs and you didn't even know why.

He even ignored your texts.

That hurt.

Regardless of what you think what might've happened, he could at least have the decency to return a text.

Hey :) I'm glad you made it home safe. lemme know when we can train together.

Hi :P just checking in. I haven't seen you around. you okay?

I made dumplings.

Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?

It pissed you off, and rightly so. You were done waiting around wondering what you did wrong so you decided to confront him.

"Barnes!!" You knocked on his door, forcefully announcing yourself. "FRIDAY, unlock this door."

"I'm afraid I can't authorize that, Agent. Sergeant Barnes banned you from his quarters." FRIDAY announced.

The tears that gathered in your waterline quickly spilled, "Why—Fuck this! I hate you!!"

"Now you know how it feels!" Bucky shouts from inside the room.

"Say that to my face you fucking coward."

When Bucky opens the door you're surprised to find him looking all kinds of wrecked, his eyes red and puffy clear signs he'd been crying. "I just need some space, is that so hard to understand?"

"No, it isn't. What I don't understand is why you're avoiding me– and just so we're clear I'm not leaving without an answer." You’re quick to wipe the stray tears that fell down your cheeks, crossing your arms over your chest in a clear gesture that says ‘I’m not going anywhere’. "I need to know. I haven't been able to sleep in weeks!! I've been wracking my brain, going over every conversation we've had and I just don't understand what I did to you. I deserve an answer. You are my friend, you owe me that much."

"I didn't know that…you've been having trouble sleeping?"

"Duh! And you would know that if you answered my fucking texts!!" You punch his shoulder and grimace when your knuckles crash into the solid vibranium.

He grabs your hand and runs his fingers over your sore knuckles. "I'm sorry." He whispered and pulled you inside his quarters. "I was just trying to give you space."

You two stand there with the door closed, not moving from your spot.

"Bucky, when did I ever ask for space from you?"

"You didn't have to. I heard you talking with Natasha… I know about your crush…”

Trust me, Nat. I'd be his, if he asked.

Those words haunted him. He shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, as soon as he heard you say that he walked away… and missed the rest of the conversation.

In retrospect he should’ve stayed and listened, would’ve saved him all this heartbreak.

Suddenly your mouth goes dry and you can barely get the words out. "You know?"

"Yeah…I just didn't want to get in the way for you. I just want you to be happy and like you said I am your friend–"

"Wait, let me stop you right there. Bucky, you are not in the way of anything.”

Oh god! This is it. You can practically hear Nat in your head ‘tell him you idiot!’

“You are the way."

Bucky just looks confused.

"Fuck! Nat's right. We're both idiots–blind idiots!" You take a hold of Bucky's hand and grab his chin to make sure he's understanding. "Honey, you're the guy I was telling Nat about."

"Oh? Oh. Oh!" A smile spreads on his lips. "I owe you one hell of an apology." He rests his forehead on yours.

"Me too. I'm sorry for what I said earlier, I don't actually hate you–quite the opposite really." you murmur that last part but he still catches it.

"I love you too, dumpling."

[heartfullofleeches]

Male lui with a reader who helps out at the shop, maybe one day they're working the counter and a customer starts yelling at them and Lui comes out meat cleaver in hand with some blood on them

Watching the sun rise from the shop window, his arms hold tight around your waist; fingers locked with yours at your hip. A morning ritual for you both as your partner bragged about the scene your first day. Grey locks fall against your cheek as his lips follow suit.

"You sure you gonna be fine by yourself?"

"Been here a while already. I'm sure I'll manage."

The butcher plants another kiss to your temple, kind eyes cast down at you like you're the center of the world. "Still getting used to having you on board. Not that I mind. Just a lot to take in. Don't push yourself too hard, Cher."

He squeezes your shoulder, reaching down to double tie your apron as you flip the welcome sign to open. With everything else in order you part ways for the time, Liu heading to the back of the shop while you head over to the counter. It's been about a month to the day since he asked if you would like to work in his shop. He was hesitant at first with all the equipment and scars he got himself, but the business had always been family orientated plus it meant he could keep a close eye on you.

You got used to things pretty quick. Your job was simple after all. Manning the register and giving Liu the orders, sweeping before closing. With the size of your town, business was steady and you met your fair share of regulars and friendly faces. Though you had yet to tie the knot, Liu had asked you to wear the ring he bought you so you wouldn't get as many wondering eyes.

Today was your first encounter with a rude customer. Some guy you could tell by looking was from out of town from his clothing down to the way he carried himself. He seemed annoyed before he even walked up to the counter, face scrunching up at the red meats behind the glass. You throw on your best customer smile and turn to face him, the curtains behind you parted ever so slightly.

"Hello, what can I do for you today?"

"You sell this, right?" He lifts up his phone, showing you a picture of what looks to be Liu's noodle soup. A staple in your home when you got sick. Your smile wavers.

"Yes, but-"

"Give me four bowls of it, and can you change your gloves before you get it?"

"That I can do, but we... actually don't have the noodle soup today...." Your voice trails off as anger flickers in his eyes. Every day of the week was a different soup based meal on the menu. Just to have a little variety and use up the excess meats before they spoiled. Noodle soup was three days ago, and Liu's dishes were so popular in town they sold out that very day.

You scramble to pick up the conversation. "It's chili day, if you'd like that instead."

The man's face grows redder the more he raises his voice. "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know how out of the way this town is? I've been driving for three hours to get here."

You back away as he leans against the counter, thankful for the glass wall separating you. "I understand how frustrating that is, but we don't have it right now-"

Spit flies as the man begins to shout. "Well maybe you should make that clear next time! I swear, if I miss my boat I'm going to come back here and.....and.."

All color drains from his face, skin pale as a sheet in the face of whatever he was staring at. So used to the smell of blood and focused on calming the man down you didn't hear him leave the back. Looming behind you, clever in hand, Liu stares the man down. If looks could kill he'd be twenty feet under. The amount of blood drenched into Liu's apron dyed the pure cotton a deep maroon. It drips off the flat blade, hitting the floor with a wet splat. Liu's voice comes from his throat in a low grumble completely unlike him. Growling like an agitated animal in warning.

"And do what?"

The man tries to take back his words, flinching and ducking to the floor as Liu swings his arm outwards - planting the cleaver in the chalk board beside him.

"If you looked to your left, you would've seen today's special. It ain't polite to harass people for a simple error, but you won't do it again, right?"

The man nods.

Liu tears the cleaver from the board and points it at the door. "I know you won't. Leave."

The man picks himself off the floor and rushes for the door. Liu mouths something to him that makes his eyes go wide.

"See you soon."

You lean against Liu's chest, welcoming the stench of cold blood. "Thanks for the help...."

His eyes soften. Liu places the knife down and wraps his arms around you, leaving small kisses in your hair. "Nothin' to thank me for. Just doing what's right. Your safety will always be the most important thing to me, Y/n. Should we close up early today?"

"You don't have to do that for me.."

"No sweat off my shoulders. I got a few things to do back home too. Go get your stuff. I'll take care of everything else."

"... Okay." You take off your apron as you head out. Liu looks down at the register. The man's stench and his finger prints are all over it. Shutting his eyes, Liu can still hear his frantic heartbeat about two miles out. Still in town - likely at a gas station. If he hurried he could catch him on foot so you could take the car home. As you return, Liu offers you an apologic smile.

"Hey, would you be fine heading home yourself? I have more work out for me than I thought. I'll make it up to you as soon as I get home."

[gojos-thot-patrol]

ALRIGHT after this I'll shut up about him I promise

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Starring: Rockstar! Suguru in the back of the band van Synopsis: Its cold on the van ride to the next gig. Suguru knows exactly how to warm you up. Content Warnings: Fingers and Voyeurism, reader discretion is advised! ;)

While the skirt that you chose to wear felt appropriate for the show, the venue being packed with human bodies- all of them dancing and sweating in time with each other- it didn’t provide much protection from the cold. And when you were sitting in a van that didn’t have great heating in the middle of winter, you needed some more protection from the cold.

“You’re shaking.” Your boyfriend(?) Suguru said, pointing out the obvious. He was the reason you were in this situation to begin with. You agreed to go on tour with his band because you wanted to show him you supported him and his dreams. You wished someone warned you about how much time spent in a cramped van with four sweaty and un-showered dudes supporting him would entail. 

“That’s cause it’s cold.” you chuckled a bit, sticking your tongue out at him. He kissed you quickly, before grabbing one of the blankets used for all nighters and draping it around the two of you. You smiled at him, curling into his side to soak up his warmth. “Thanks babe.”

“Of course Doll, anything for you,” He purred. You took in your surroundings. Nanami was in the driver's seat, trying to keep the van in between the glowing highway lines. And Ryomen was next to him, trying to keep him awake and the rest of the band alive. To your right Gojo was huddled against the backseat door under his own blanket, trying to get some sleep before his turn to drive, and to your left was Suguru, staring at the moon out of the window. The Californication album from the Red Hot Chili Peppers was playing softly from the CD player. 

It was a scene you had become familiar with since embarking on tour two weeks ago. It was almost comforting. You were on your way to passing out yourself, when you felt Suguru’s warm hand caress your inner thigh under the blanket. You tensed a bit, looking up at him to see if that was a mistake or something more. He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead as his hand moved up, finger brushing your clothed sex.

“Suguru, what are you doing?” You whispered softly to him, trying to ensure the front seat didn't hear over the sound of the music.

“I’m just trying to warm you up Sweetheart,” he whispered back with a wink, “That okay with you?” Your eyes shot over to Satoru. He was softly snoring against the door, blissfully unaware. The coast was mostly clear. You looked back to Suguru and nodded, spreading your legs a bit further to give him more room to work.

Suguru didn’t hesitate. He quickly had your panties pushed to the side, massaging expert circles into your clit with two fingers. You could feel the slick start to gather in between your legs, the taboo nature of the act doing more for you than you’d like to admit. You bit your lip as the tendrils of pleasure started to coil inside of you. You let out a soft whine as one of his calloused fingers slipped down to probe your entrance. 

“Careful darling,” He whispered softly, his warm breath tingling against your ear, “Don’t want the front seat to know what's going on, yeah?” You nodded and bit your lip again, “subtly” bucking your hips up into his hand. He got the hint, slipping two fingers into your welcoming pussy, and pressing his palm against your clit. You took a sharp breath as he did, trying to suppress a moan. “You’re so wet for me Doll,” He grinned. 

“What's wet?” Ryomen asked from the front, adjusting himself in his seat.

“One of the blankets back here, I think something spilled.” Suguru didn’t falter for a second looking for a lie.

“Well that’s fucking delightful.” Nanami groaned, using a hand to rub one of his temples. This van was technically on loan from his cousins, and was going to be hell to clean. 

“Yeah, hey man! You should turn this song up.” Surugu said. Nanami turned up the radio without a second thought, the request to blast Californication not an uncommon one in this vehicle. Suguru curled his fingers up with the music, hitting your sweet spot dead on and eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

You felt your back arch against the back seat of the car, your legs starting to tremble from anticipation. His thick fingers bullied into your pussy and his palm perfectly rubbed your clit. Ecstasy pulsated through you, your body buzzing with his touch. The waves of pleasure were building quickly and you were about to topple over the edge. Another strangled moan left your lips against your will. 

Your eyes met Ryomen’s in the rear-view mirror. He saw your half lidded eyes, glazed over with lust, and heavy breathing, and you knew in an instant that he knew. And the moment that realization hit you, you flew over the edge, having to turn and shove your face into Suguru to hide the embarrassing groan that left your throat as your climax hit you. 

Stars exploded in front of your eyes and your body pulsated with electricity and dopamine. The tendrils of pleasure reaching every part of your body and making you feel light and tense at the same time. Suguru worked you through your high, adding to the hypersensitivity and leaving you trembling like a chihuahua as you finally, slowly came down. He took his fingers out of your quivering cunt, making a show of putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean just for you. 

“I can’t get over how sweet you are Doll,” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side. 

[dimepdf]

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. + 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Y/n's first lone Hot One interview after becoming public with her boyfriend of 3 years.

pairing. joseph quinn x reader

word count. 2.4k

genre and warnings. fem!actor!reader, black coded, blonde locs, child actor, hot wings, spicy tolerance, swearing, besties with zendaya, slight childhood trauma, mostly just chara building | —  series masterlist.

Y/N L/N SHEDS TEARS WHILE EATING HOT WINGS | HOT ONES 

The interview starts with Sean Evans sat across from Y/n L/n in beige high waisted jeans that buttoned just above her belly button, hugging her curves, paired with a more neutral tone of brown small halter top along with the oversized dark denim jacket that no doubt belonged to Joseph. 

Her outfit was more comfortable, despite being pieced together perfectly, still having her fan favorite unique fashion touch with her new fresh light bleached blonde long locs that reached down to the curve of her bum.

"Hey, what's going on, everybody? From First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans, and you're watching Hot Ones. It's the show with hot questions and even hotter wings and today we’re joined by Y/n L/n. She’s a singer, fashion icon, and actress. You may recognize her from her most recent collaboration with Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak as well as her popular role as _____ on the seven-time Emmy award-winning global mega-hit show Stranger Things, which is making a return for its fourth season on Netflix May twenty-seven.” 

When Sean introduced her, a smile spread from her dark cherry-like glossed lips. The small glitter that set underneath the bed of her dark eyes glinted golden under the studio's lights, helping soften her features.

"Y/n L/n, welcome to the show!"

"Hello, Hi, thanks for having me." Y/n welcomed her looking like a natural on camera.

Sitting in front of the table arranged with colorful sauce bottles along with the pitcher of milk and water. "I’m very excited but also a little bit nervous about being here."

"I know that you're a fan of spicy foods, but how high would you say that your spice tolerance is?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that it's anything extreme, but I feel like I could handle myself a lot more than normally, like Joseph dies every time I put chili powder and hot sauce in the noodles."

displaying the brands and a different array of hot sauces. The title card of the show plays through, ending with Y/n already digging into her tray of sauce-covered wings.

"Oh shit, wait, should I ask what type this is before or?" Y/n hummed even after asking the question, her mouth still devouring the wing in her hand to the bone.

"No, it's totally fine, oh you’re just finishing the whole thing okay." Sean looked impressed with the woman as she even sucked some of the sauce off her fingers without even a wince from the hot sauce.

"So I think it's interesting that you started singing and acting at such a young age, especially when a lot of people your age go straight to acting classes after school while other kids your age are at the playground or such. What are the pros and cons of being raised in that sort of hustling and strict environment? " Sean asks with his signature monotone voice, despite eating the same wing.

"Um, I have to admit it was a bit hard, especially being one of the few little black girls during my acting class days growing up. I really never had the opportunity to be a child and just make friends naturally. It was like I had an adult working schedule with the back-to-back bookings I had."

"Do you think that there's a lot of weight being put on child actors?"

Y/n licks her lips a bit, disregarding the gloss on them as her mouth pouts at the question in thought. "Oh hell yeah. I mean, sometimes you get kids younger than five years old pushing themselves because their parents forced this idea of fame and wealth into their heads."

From the passionate tone in her voice Y/n spoke strongly about the topic. Even with her mouth full, she used her hand to shield her mouth as she continued.

"Even with toddlers, it's like they have to look polished and perfect or else they won't make the cut, which is just so fucked to go through at such a young age."

As the second wing was introduced, Y/n actually gave Sean some time to catch up to her, "I love leg pieces so much." Taking a bite together before he asked her the question.

"Is it true that you almost missed your Strange Things audition because you were hanging with Zendaya?"

Y/n chuckled as the back of her pink tongue poked out of her lips, licking the front of her teeth.

"Oh lord, I was stuck in a whole different country with her when I got the call back and I had to act like I wasn't booking a whole flight the same day. It was all just too crazy."

"You said in an interview that you considered Zendaya to be a sort of older sister role model when it came to your experiences with acting. How much influence do you think she might have had on where you are currently in life?"

"That's a very good question. I think just growing up with strong, empowered women genuinely really shaped me to be the person that I am now. I definitely would not have won any of the awards or written the songs that I did without them breaking me from that stiff ass ex-child star mold that I used to be in." 

Viewers could tell that the question genuinely meant something to her, hesitating before she answered.

Y/n, like most child stars in the spotlight too young to be known to break from their lethal and unethical working contract after coming of age.

"I think it's important for anyone to have someone to look up to, especially a role model with some diversity that you can actually relate to."

The third wing is where the video was starting to finally build up, Y/n tilting her head to the side the moment her teeth had sunk into the boneless wing.

Her lashes fluttering, not being able to stop herself from blinking away the tears that she was quick to wipe away with a bend of her pointer finger.

"Ooh shit, it's getting kinda spicy now." A painful looking burp almost came from her throat. The video was edited with a dramatic sound effect as she went to cover her mouth with a wince, stifling her laughter.

"In Stranger Things, you play ___, a character that is iconic for her thick-rimmed glasses as well as her killer drumming skills. How challenging would you say it was to have to seemingly master a skill in such a short amount of time?" 

"It definitely was a really hard challenge, especially since I knew absolutely nothing nor even played an instrument other than, like, the piano classes I took in kindergarten. Having to learn the drums to the point where I was able to appear actually good took a lot of overnight practicing and a lot of chipped acrylic nails."

"Would you say that ___is one of the hardest roles that you have ever had?"

"She’s definitely climbing the ranks up there, but nothing could ever pass the amount of physical training I had to do for The Green Knight. I still hate working out to this day."

Y/n laughs despite her mouth falling into a slight grimace, her hands reaching up to fan herself as she starts to sweat in her chair, moving onto the fourth wing.

"So you’ve talked about always sort of being in the spotlight your entire life. How would you say you learned to juggle both that sort of privacy as well as staying true to your fans?"

"I will always be grateful for the amount of love that my supporters show me, but also being this person constantly being put on a pedestal, I learned that everything I do will always be judged or turn into headlines, which is why I'm very private with my life outside of acting." Y/n hissed as she stuck her tongue out, reacting to the spice before continuing.

"It took the internet almost 3 years to figure out that me and Joe were an official couple because I like to keep to myself and I think Hollywood has this thing where they like to backseat off of other people's lives, not releasing that we’re not just characters on a screen anymore."

"Is there a reason you and Joseph have kept your relationship secret for so long?"

"I wasn’t really trying to hide it. I honestly did not give a fuck after like the first couple of months. If anything, I was just waiting for people to catch on because, damn, I think we would just openly do shit in public just to get a reaction the next day."

As more spice entered into her system, the more laid back Y/n started to appear, her usual interview professional tone dropping once she was starting to get more comfortable.

The fifth wing was starting to get to her, Y/n squinting from how much her eyes were starting to water.

Her arms folding on top of the table after taking a big bite, her leg bouncing as she clutched onto the cup of water like her life depended on it.

"Oh dude, this is starting to fucking suck the whole ass cheek now." Y/n grunted, enticing a laugh from even some of the crew from behind the camera.

"Is it true that you had to reject the role as DC’s Bat-girl because you’re more of a Marvel fan?" Sean asked, taking a sip of his drink, "Y/n copying as she took a long swig of water. 

"Man, hell yeah, fuck DCU. I love Dick Grayson though that's my husband."

The sixth wing looked brutal as Y/n coughed after taking a big chunk, her leg jittering as her thigh shook.

Her eyes squeezing shut as right after she had swallowed, she reached for her cup of water and downed the entire thing before pouring more from the pitcher.

"Y’all are trying to fucking kill me, bro." She grunted, holding her stomach, "I’m gonna shit, like, hot lava or something after this man."

"So Y/n, you really did grow up acting, especially working with even the most iconic of directors for this generation. What drew you into working on such small roles—in terms of your other roles—like ___ and did you expect your character to have the massive amount of impact that she has today?"

"I was sort of looking for experience more than looking for money, which there's nothing wrong with wanting to get paid well, but I would much rather work with a script that I know I can add personality to and actually see a character come to life than work with this super popular casting that makes twice as much." Y/n coughed once more, a tear sliding down her cheek as she sniffed.

"Uh, when I finished getting the script, I was just stoked to be able to play ___ because she’s just so relatable to a lot of teenage girls that just feel stuck. I knew that she would be quite inspiring because of her constant quirky charisma but also because she’s just super fucking badass."

"So it's clear from your love of music and the massive amount of collabs you’ve done with other artists that you’re an amazing singer. Are there any types of music that you prefer to write or feel more comfortable with writing?"

"I fucking love writing R&B music or something like old school soul," Y/n raspied, her eyes a light shade of pink from how much she was tearing up.

"I think almost every song that I was on for Silk Sonic was like helping write my dream album. I genuinely fell in love with the entire album"

"Speaking of old school, the music videos released for the Silk Sonic album that you starred in had a sort of soul train 70s vibe to them. Was there an outfit that you really liked during one of the videos?"

"Yeah, in Smokin' Out The Window I had to wear this fucking perfect dark brown velvet dress with these expensive ass thigh high boots to match with everyone else with bougee ass shades. I looked like such a bad bitch."

"I did really like the music video for that song. It was really good."

"I know, I wrote it."

The woman whimpered, using a tissue to wipe her tears without smudging too much of her already ruined makeup, finishing the challenge as the last wing was bitten Y/n took one last swig of water before doing the outro.

"Holy shit. I just ate a shit ton of hot wings, so you better watch season four. You won't regret it. And I just rubbed my fucking eye on accident. I’m never eating hot wings again."

The video ends with another laugh pulled from the crew as Y/n finally burps, grunting after.

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User: I'm much more impressed by someone who is effected immensely and has the persistence to keep going than I am by someone who isn't bothered by the spice.

User: I actually really appreciate Y/n. She genuinely just seems like a well rounded person that worked hard to become the person that she is today. 

User: Y/n’s energy is just so relaxing and captivating i can see why Joseph likes her so much

User: Yes Y/n! She came in here like a champ: big bites, being real, and obviously having a good time… at least until the last wing hahaha. She’s an awesome actress glad you guys got her on the show

User: ​​Y/n is a natural comedian, she doesn’t even realise how funny she is 

User: I honestly just love this woman, she’s funny, intelligent, and just really laid back in general!!

User: I have a whole new respect for her. Into fashion, old school jams and other things. She’s more me than I realized. Great to know the human side of these artists/actors. This show is real.

User: I don't think I've ever seen Sean laugh this much during an interview

User: Her personality is insanely attractive

User: if y/n l/n is not your celebrity crush idk who is. Shes literally perfect in every way! Obsessed with her spirit!

User: I just love Y/n L/n too much. She has a perfect balance of intellect and intelligence, respect and confidence, compassion and strength, and beauty and creativity. She's an ideal role model, in my opinion.

User: She has such an old soul. A very talented versatile actress.

User: so happy she’s getting so much spotlight and praise right now. LONG overdue

User: She’s not a Disney princess.She’s a real life princess. She has the kindness, caring nature, self awareness, polite, charismatic, so inclusive, and very so expressively loving. Her self preservation, and work values is just amazing.

User: She’s got “50 year old Oscar winner that everyone loves” vibes. If that makes sense

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day nine: cookies with steve | fluff, 1k 12 days of christmas masterlist

Something you love about Steve is his determination. He often shocks you with how much he can make up for lack of skill with commitment when it comes to random tasks, like hanging the pictures in your new apartment or putting together your couch or trying to make chili. He's good at developing his own way of figuring things out and you love to watch it happen -- from organizing tapes to finding the perfect parking spot or this, making Christmas cookies with you. 

You're aiming for as many as you can frost before your arms fall off so that you can give a plate to at least all of the units on your floor. The dough and the baking were easy, but now you're got about 50 unfrosted cookies and you've been at it for over an hour already with no end in sight. You're both a little dirty -- Steve has flour in his hair and you have at leastone handprint on your ass. He's got something green on his nose and you reach over the counter to swipe it off with your thumb, but he doesn't break his concentration as he finishes frosting a snowflake. He's biting his lower lip and his brows are furrowed and you love him so much.

When he finishes he looks up, blinks a few times, and sends you a smile. "Thanks," he says, wrinkling his nose. "How's it looking?" You check out your pile of finished cookies which consists of some stars, bells, presents, a few Christmas trees, and plenty of snowflakes like the one he's working on now. His pile is a little smaller but his cookies are neater and you're honestly a little surprised at how good they look. 

"Yours look better than mine, Steve," you say. "You have really steady hands."

He smirks at you and you realize what kind of trap you've walked into. "These hands can do lots of things. Which you know," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. You roll your eyes. 

"Seriously," you say. "Yours are almost too pretty to eat. How do you do that?" You point to the wavy pattern he's added to some of his stars and he shrugs. He puts down the knife he's using to spread green frosting on the tree and wipes his hand on his apron. It's deep blue and says MOM in bright red embroidered cursive, a gift from Dustin for Steve's most recent birthday. 

"It's just relaxing," he says. You've got the Christmas radio station playing in the background and the light of your own Christmas tree makes the apartment glow with a warm hue. It feels like you're in your own world, your own perfect place. "Just hanging out with you, listening to you sing along really badly --" you scoff and reach over to flick him but he catches your hand and entwines your fingers over the countertop -- "making cookies for our neighbors in our place."

You grin, the happiness rising you like an unstoppable wave. "Our place," you repeat. You keep hold of his hand as you walk around the counter to stand next to his stool, wrapping your arm around his shoulders. From here you can see the tree and the few wrapped presents beneath it. Sometimes you wake up next to Steve in your bed that you built together and you think you're going to burst. You never dreamed that life could be like this: good.

"I think we gotta try some," Steve says, leaning into your hip. He looks up at you and wraps his free arm around the tops of your thighs, tapping your leg once, twice, before he scoots back and stands. He groans and stretches and you press your palm to the strip of his lower back that shows where his shirt rides up. 

"Jesus!" he cries, jerking forward. "Your hands are cold." He turns and grabs your fingers. "Too cold to go shoving them under people's shirts." You laugh, a high, light sound that Steve always manages to pull from you and he brings your frigid fingers to his face and blows on them. 

"That's part of being a boyfriend," you tell him. "You have to sacrifice your warm skin for me."

"That so? Shoulda read the fine print, I guess." He nips at your fingers and you squeal.

"Weirdo," you say, pulling your hand free. His grin is unbelievably fond. "Eat some cookies, not me." He moves around you to pick one of the wonky looking snowflakes from the pan and you meet him over the stove with a spoonful of plain icing. You plop it on the cookie and he offers it to you. You lean in to take a bite from his hands and chew thoughtfully. 

"Pretty good," you mumble through the mouthful. Steve's eyes are sparkly as he watches you chew. He takes his own bite, matching up his mouth just where yours was. 

"Damn," he says. "Yum. These are really good. You sure we have to give them to the neighbors?" He holds out the last bit of cookie for you and you shake your head so he plops it in his mouth. 

"Yes, we do. C'mon, we're almost done." You take a step back to the counter but Steve gently hooks his fingers through your belt loop and tugs. 

"Hold on," he says. You look at him, ready to ask what he needs, and then he's kissing you. Steve does this all the time -- pulling you in for a kiss when you walk by him in the hallway, when you're leaving for work, when you're on your way to take a nap. You're used to it and you don't mind a single bit. So you just lean in and let him kiss you. He keeps this one fairly chaste, letting his tongue trace the curve of your lower lip before he lets you go. 

"You had some frosting...on your lips," he says, looking smug. 

"Sure I did." You lean in this time to peck him once more before pulling away. "You have so much flour in your hair." You reach up to run a hand through it and he allows it. 

"And you have some in yours." He lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Guess we have to shower together."

"After we finish frosting, Steve."

The last few cookies are nowhere as neat as his first, and he all but throws you over his shoulder once you tell him it's time to get cleaned up.

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Another boring night in Bakersfield, but Jake makes it a lot more interesting.

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Chapter 7

Chapter 8: Photo Flirt 

You wake up the next morning with that slight disorientation that comes with business travel.  You'll be in meetings all day so you sneak in a quick workout in before you have to drive over to the hangar where today's debrief is going to take place.  The hours-long meeting goes as expected and the group determines that the heat shielding was the failure point.  Something you had expected all along. Tomorrow when you get back to the office you'll write up a summary report to get over to the materials research department to see what they can come up with for the next prototype.

Tonight, you joined your coworkers for drinks and dinner at some local sports bar. There is nothing more depressing than a crowd of business people drinking oversized fruity drinks at a Chili's off the freeway on a Tuesday evening, so you're glad for the local choice.  Dinner and drinks are pleasant enough.  You talk about the Padres game and you get to brag about catching a foul ball.  Near the end of dinner your phone buzzes in your pocket and it's a text from Jake.  

Jake: What's up?  

You: Just finishing dinner, can I call you in an hour when I get back to the hotel?

Jake: Sounds good.  P.S. wear something sexy.  

The next message is just a picture of the very familiar pattern of your black lace boy shorts.  The memory of Jake stuffing them into his pocket the other night flashes in your mind along with a brief flush on your  face.  That cheeky bastard, two can play at this game.  

You settle up your bill and say goodbye to your coworkers. Most everyone will meet up in the San Diego office on Thursday to discuss next steps.  

You get back to your hotel just as the sun is starting to set.  Pulling the sheer curtains closed for a nice background you figure out the angle that you can place your  phone on the desk to get the shot I'm aiming for.  You want a silhouette of yourself backlit with the setting sun filtered to send to Jake.  Nothing identifying, but still sexy as hell.  It takes you about 10 tries to get the shot you want. The picture is a silhouette showing the distinct profile of your ass and breasts. Rifling through your overnight bag you search through the clothes to see what could qualify as sexy.  A white lace bra and a pair of simple white cotton underwear with lace trim catch your eye.  That'll do, you think, classic and a little innocent.

You send the picture and get relaxed on your bed and wait for Jake's reaction.  It's less than five minutes before your phone rings.

You answer, "Hello, Jake."

"Are you trying to kill me? You're all the way up there in BFE and I'm down here in this lousy house," he replies, in a half whine.

"I'm not the one who sent me a picture of your  underwear while I was at dinner with coworkers," you remind him, teasing him.

"Bad or good timing? I bet you got out of there as fast as you could."

"Only because you needed some teasing back.  You said, ‘dress sexy’, so what are you wearing?"

"Dog tags." 

"That all?"

"Well, I am holding a certain pair of someone's underwear if you want to count that as clothing."

The image of Jake stretched out on his bed, miles of golden skin, and hard muscles with just his dog tags nestled between his pecs is instantly conjured up in your mind. In this mental tableau he is twirling your  underwear around his index finger on the hand that isn't holding the phone to his ear.  

"My turn now, what are you wearing, Ms. Matthews?"

"Not much, a white lace bra and some white bikini underwear with lace trim."

"Sounds like you're trying to play the innocent."

"Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?"

You are starting to massage your breast through the lacy cup and squeeze your thighs together in anticipation, the ache already starting to build in your core.

Jake laughs at the challenge, 

"Well, if I were there I would start by kissing you so hard I'd leave you breathless." 

Your fingers go up to your  lips and press them wishing it was Jake's lips.  

"Next I work my way down your neck with my lips and tongue and just skim the tops of your tits peeking out of your bra. I want to tease you right now and make you want me inside you so bad." 

Your hand traces his path as he talks down your neck and across the swell of your breasts.  

"Next I'd slide your bra straps down your arms and pull down your bra to reveal those amazing tits," he purrs, a light hitch in his speech, you know he is touching himself right now.  

"I'd suck on your nipples and maybe use a little bit of teeth to get you really worked up." 

You pinch your nipples hard enough in response that you moan into the phone.  

The smile on Jake's face is audible through the phone.  

"Getting a little antsy, El?" he teases.

The way he gives you a nickname makes your chest flutter.  

"I'm just following your lead, dear," you breathily answer back. 

Another hitch in his breathing tells me that he is getting into this.  You imagine him fisting himself in slow languid strokes and you can feel yourself get wetter.

"Where do you go next, Jake?" 

"At this point I'm so hard I could cut glass, it's taking everything I have to not just rip your underwear and plunge in." 

His breath starts to quicken, 

"But ever the gentleman, I pull those little innocent white panties down and dive in with my tongue." 

The memory of his talented tongue sends your hand diving into your underwear and you begin furiously rub your clit, moaning indecently and breathing heavily into the phone.  

"I want to make sure you're nice and wet when you take my cock inside you. Oh baby, I've got your panties here and god do they smell good."

You're imagining Jake has draped your stolen underwear over his nose as he pumps his cock in fast strokes to smell your  arousal from the other night.  

"Oh God, I want you inside me right now,"

you moan into the phone, your moans are getting a little louder and breaths are getting shorter.

"Jake, I'm so close, so close," you whine. 

His voice is strained when he replies, 

"Me too baby, me too. Come for me Elsa, let me hear you come." 

It is his voice that finally pushes you over the edge, a strangled cry from you as your orgasm washes over you. Moans emit from the phone speaker as Jake comes on the other end of the line. The next few moments are filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and your mutual returns back to earth.  Jake speaks first, 

"God damn you are so sexy. I can't wait to see you in person now." 

"I'm back tomorrow late afternoon."   

"Good," he practically purrs.

"Think of something and we'll connect tomorrow when I get on the road.  Good night, Jake.  Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams, babe, I'll see you tomorrow."

You fling off the remaining clothing and throw it toward your  overnight bag, deciding to sleep naked to cool your overheated skin. Sleep comes quickly with visions of a certain blonde pilot in your mind.

The next morning, you wake up and find a message from Jake on your  phone.

Jake: How about I come over and cook you dinner?  You're probably wanting some home cooked food.

You: That sounds amazing.  I'm hoping to leave here by 1 pm.  Why don't you head over to my house when you're done for the day and get started.  There's a lock box in the garden shed with an extra key.  The code is 1903.

Jake: Sounds good, do you like Italian?

Jake: 1903…the year the Orville Brothers took flight?  That's your secret code? You delightful airplane nerd.

You: You'd be good at bar trivia.  See you later.  

Chapter 9

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Like old times… - - Mason Mount x reader.

hi lovelies, I missed you all, here’s pt.2 of we meet again! 🤭🫶🏻

“I don’t want anything serious right now… You really hurt me. I brought myself down too much, to the point where I rethink anything I say or do. I need time,” you say standing up and wiping your tears. Mason sighed in defeat, knowing it would take a while but he was sure he wanted you.

“I’ll respect that Y/n. I thought I lost you… I did for a while. Everyone said I was stupid for what I did, and they’re right. I don’t deserve you, but I can’t help it but be by your side. You’re it for me baby,” you sob once again at his words. He suddenly pulls you into a warm hug, digging his head into the crook of your neck.

“I’m really sorry baby, I really am. I never meant to hurt you to this extent. It may sound like I'm gaslighting you but I'm not. I will do anything it takes to have you back at my side,” he confessed, leaning back and grabbing your cheeks. He let out a small smile when you blushed at his actions.

“To hold you, when asleep or in need of a hug, help you cook and bake while making our favorite, listen to you read while I draw small shapes on your chest or arm. I just need you…” It was silent. The only thing you could faintly hear from both of you was the way your hearts were beating extremely fast.

“Promise me something…” you let out, taking his hands and holding them near your sides. “Anything. You name it,” you chucked at his urgency. “Promise you won’t leave me again, that nothing you said that night was true, and you’re not lying to me”.

His brown eyes stared deep into yours, you seeing the faint tear streaks running down his cheeks, “I promise my love.” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, hugging you once again. Just in case for whatever reason he doesn’t get to hold you anymore… he can forever cherish this intimate moment.

~~~

Weeks later you find yourself in his house again. You stayed outside in the cold rainy weather debating whether or not what you were doing was right. He offered you to come to his house to spend a friday night together, do some of the old things you did before.

On your way here you made sure to bring some art supplies, a deck of cards, and a fresh pack of baked cookies he loved dearly. You reminded yourself of the small steps you were taking. The small steps leading up to build something bigger in the future between you.

Mason sent you flowers every Saturday when he was away for a game. Roses to be exact, with small notes reminding you of the worthy and loving person you were. He offered to take late night drives back to the secret space you both stored, and buy ice cream afterwards.

He made sure you weren’t feeling uncomfortable or off before going out, only wanting the best. He’d ask to hold your hand, every now in then peckering small kisses on the back. When nervous he would fidget with a gold ring you had on, twisting it one side to another.

Tonight felt right. Something was in the air, and you felt better than before. The nerves washed upon you as you pulled into the familiar driveway , least to say when you kicked off your boots and walked into the hall where he had some of his accomplishments.

“I just finished putting the pasta into the water. Come here, let me show you my secret sauce,” he gestured with his hand to follow him, you smiled and did so. The kitchen looked different, quickly noticing he changed the dining table and had more plants. A more modern home.

He stood behind you watching the way you cut the garlic, chili, tomatoes, etc. Praising you as you followed the simple instructions. While washing your hands, you speaked all of the sudden, “I have a surprise…” he cocked his to the side while stirring the hot pan.

“Which is? I was perfectly fine with the cookies Y/n,” he said nervously. You held up your finger and walked back to the entrance where you picked up the items. He watched you impatiently as you set down the bags. He walked over to your side taking a seat on the barstool.

“So you said well sorta implied to old times, I brought some canvases, paint and brushes. I was thinking of doing this small challenge I saw on twitter, only if you want to of course,” he nodded and kissed your temple. He thanked you shyly, making you giggle.

“And…” he looked up at you sheepishly, “Since fall is here I got you crocs with spider-man charms, and a Nike crewneck. We’d be matching,” you pointed to your feet and shirt seeing him laugh. “This is perfect! The fact you got Spidermen charms too! Thank you Y/n I love it,” he hugged you while still holding the shoes and shirt.

The bell dinged, cutting the moment short and putting your full attention to the dinner. After setting up the table with plates, utensils and candles you sat down across each other. You sipped on your wine hearing him talk about the match that took place this weekend, how Kai and him exchanged charms bracelets.

How he would smile while talking about Summer and his family and telling you how he found out he was going to be an uncle again. You mentally noted to congratulate his sister later. He listened to you gossip about work, about the pictures you took in the city, and your friend moving out with her boyfriend.

“I’ll help you clean Mason,” he opened his mouth to disagree but you shook your head. “Nope none of that. I’m helping, end of story,” he rolled his eyes playfully at your stubbornness. You wiped down counters, sweeped and loaded the dishwasher.

After that you both were seated in the living room, full attention at the card game. After beating him twice he decided it was enough, claiming “he didn’t want to boost your ego too much”.

After painting on the canvases a small silence fell between you again. The air felt heavy and cold, you looked around and saw the picture of the two of you back when he took you to the Chelsea christmas dinner. Him kissing your neck as you squirmed and laughed. He looked at you then back at the picture, feeling now sad and confused.

Today was well needed for you. It almost felt surreal to him when you agreed to his offer, adding to when you surprised him. To others it would look like you never went through what both of you experienced. Mason had to pinch himself reminding you weren’t his just yet…

He got positive feedback from everyone and he felt more different than before. A brighter smile and mindset. Often hearing the teasing and compliments at Cobham or from his family. He saw the change, and grew to like it quickly. It was all due to the fact you were back into his life.

You looked at his frown placed on his face, leaning in and rubbing your thumb over his freckles. “What’s wrong Mason? Did I do something?,” you asked anxiously. He looked up and saw your eyes, his heart beating faster than before.

“How much longer do I have to prove myself to you? When will you believe me?” he said sternly and upset. His words took you at back, “I-I-I…” you were lost for words, seeing his shoulders drop at your reaction.

He stood up, regretting how he spoke up all of the sudden. His cheeks burned red as embarrassment washed over him. You followed his movements, “Mason, I-,” he shook his head. “It’s fine, sorry I asked…,” you furrowed your brows at his disappointed tone.

“Forget it, it’s fine… actually no. Am I reading the room wrong? I just have done so much to prove myself and I'm going crazy… I love you Y/n, only you…” you intake a breath at his confession.

“The amount of times I walk in here and see our

photo plastered on the wall, or the small mug you have in the cabinet with your favorite coffee, or the fact our photo album is still stored in the same spot. I’m slowly giving up and accepting maybe the fact you’re done with me…” his voice trailed down into a sadder tone.

He shook his head and sat on his white couch, you snapped back into reality and walked toward his curled body, seeing how he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why would I do that? Give up on us? I’m sorry if I didn’t show those old emotions like before Mason. Trust me all I want is you too…”

He looked up, you seeing how he teared up. You straddled his lap, rubbing your hands from his shoulders and resting them on his neck. “I love you Mason Mount. You don’t have to prove yourself any longer, or read the room incorrectly because I feel the same way… It took me a while to comprehend but you stuck to your word,”

You could feel his fast pulse as you leaned in and placed your lips against his, after forever. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and hummed, after so long he could finally feel the way your lips molded against his. He rested his hand on the back of your neck, the other arm bringing you closer from the waist.

He pulled apart, and you smiled but quickly kissed back as he placed his lips on your more eagerly. He kissed you more deeply and passionately, almost falling apart as you let out a small moan.

He pecked the inner corners of your mouth, cheeks, nose and jaw, never wanting to stop. You giggled at his excitement but held on tight. He stopped and rested his forehead along yours, seeing the way your lashes touched your cheeks when your eyes were closed.

After a small peck to your neck he faced you, “Where do we go from here?” he asked, concerned. “From here, I would like you to be my boyfriend again, the one who laughed when I tickled, or pouted when I didn’t give them a proper kiss,” he hummed and thought about it. “I would like that very much my love.”

“Hi boyfriend…” you said shyly, seeing how his eyes glimmered at your words. “Hi girlfriend…” he said sheepishly. You suddenly stood up and remembered, “The cookies! I’ll be right back!”

He groaned at no longer holding you, “Forget the cookies. Women, If you don’t come this instant!”

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Episode 52 thoughts:

1. I am LOVING this FRIDA & Imogen dynamic. I am loving the FRIDA & FCG dynamic, FRIDA and everyone dynamic. I love FRIDA.

Seriously, they’re AWESOME. I feel like they just arrived and flirted with everyone and was just the sweetest. Them and Deanna, too??? And their first meeting was so imodna coded😩

I’m obsessed. The coolest bb:

Can we keep them?

Anyways,

2. Loooooved Deanna. Love Aabria in general, tbh. She’s coming for me with this divorce backstory, so delicious. First Laerryn and Quay, now her and Chetney. I love her. Love that she’s making Travis play a romance storyline, too😂

Backstory was amazing, when she was talking about passing and the after life. Poetry.

The way she dealt with Imogen when she woke up from her nightmare made me melt as well🥲 my girl needs some soft people around her at all times (mostly now that she and Laudna have been separated) and I love that she’s meeting people that truly see and appreciate the good in her besides the hells.

3. Ashley freaking Johnson screaming for Imogen to come back from the dream ✨an actress✨ No, for real, it shook me to my core. Cause Fearne doesn’t scream like that. She was desperate. Fearne who just lost Orym, who just lost Ashton and Laudna. And it’s not the first time it happens either. Not too long ago, Orym and Laudna were gone and it was so close to being final. And now Imogen, the superhero, about to be consumed by the storm that she has spent a decade being haunted by and terrified over. These people that she’d grown to love in spite of her hesitance to form any sort of meaningful bond with anyone from this mortal realm, disappearing from her side, and she’s holding on tight but it seems to be like grasping on sand as they slip away from her fingers one by one. Trauma is very much present in this Chili’s tonight.

4. “I got lightning titties!” please someone put it on the Imogen temult once said compilation 😂

5. Loving these new characters making FCG question his faith even further. Generally, I love the back and forth about what they should actually do about the gods, talks of faith and fate. I am here for it.

6. “Smirks in monster fucker” another star quote of the episode.

7. Imodna is constantly at the forefront of my mind and Laura Bailey delivered, as expected. Immy was literally crying any time that anyone showed her any form of kindness or affection. The girl was so sensitive🥲

The sendings, the urgency, the stuttering and how she kept trying, the Whitestone is for lovers T, “I hate not knowing”, her reaction to hearing FRIDA and Deanna’s first meeting, when she was like “this is the first time that we haven’t woken up to Orym doing push ups OR…” and she got so freaking sad. How she looked for her in her dreams, how she touched the red tether right before she went to sleep.

In summary: I’m loving this separation arc so far and I cannot wait for Laudna’s side of things.

8. Ship talk: FRIDA and Deanna are SO imodna coded, it’s crazy and I adore them. They love each other so much. But ALSO, imodna is my endgame but I would not be upset if we get to see something develop between FRIDA and Imogen. I just think that it would be interesting to see Imogen explore something with someone that is more emotionally available at the moment.

I’m not saying they could fall in love or like become endgame material or something cause I do believe that Imogen’s in love with Laudna and that it’s highly likely that she’s aware of it. Also, her priorities are very much on finding her and she’s very much heartbroken by the distance between them, so she is not looking for romance with anyone else at the moment.

(And also, the world is ending sort of)

But FRIDA is so freaking sweet and Imogen’s having an honest to god hard time, and Laudna’s so freaking far (they’re soulmates, they’ve professed their love for one another, but they’re not… romantically entangled? Are they? Imogen has not said anything and she doesn’t know if laudna feels that way, if she’s even capable of ever feeling that way…)

I wouldn’t blame FRIDA if they became infatuated with Imogen, and I just think that Imogen deserves to be called beautiful and wonderful and good and some harmless flirting would just be nice to see.

It’d be a little like Yu and Laudna, just sort of a reminder of what some of those aspects of a romantic relationship would look like for them. It’d definitely be a “my heart belongs to another” type of thing but also it could be harmless and sweet.

Anyway, none of this probably will happen because FRIDA has chemistry with literally everyone and I’d like to see any version of that anyway.

[darksidescorner]

Foods Miguel and V. love, and who introduced it to their home's menu:

Miguel and Olivia both really love good food. They love trying new foods, and enjoying their favorites. They also cannot go to a lot of restaurants. Well, let me rephrase. They can, but they get a lot of stares. One because Olivia never takes off her purse, and two because Miguel is Miguel. Neither of them like that, so they focus on cooking great food for each other instead. (Please read this before reading the rest.)

Part 2 in the future, maybe?

@pinkpinkspidey

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Zuppa Toscana - Olivia. She makes it how her mother did, making it gently and lovingly burn your mouth a little bit. Peter needed milk to have it. The secret ingredient? A tiny bit of chili oil. Her and Miguel make enough for a much larger family, because they know they'll give some away and eat plenty of it themselves.

Breakfast Sandwiches - Both. They both like having eggs and bacon and cheese in a sandwich. Bonus points if the bread is toasty and crunchy. Miguel prefers cheesy scrambled egg, while Olivia prefers an over-medium egg. It is one of the very rare times Olivia is okay with being messy while eating. She'll use the bread to soak up the yolk that dripped out. She does that with her eggs in general, but with the sandwich she'll just straight up dip the sandwich in yolk. Miguel didn't understand it until he tried it. Then he got it. He still prefers his egg scrambled, though.

Southern-Style Chicken and Dumplings - Olivia. The texture is to die for. It's a food they will both sit there with their eyes closed and savor. It's also the food Olivia gives to Spiders struggling. Especially ones who have just experienced a canon event. It's one of the many ways she cares for the members of the Society.

Mexican Hot Chocolate - Miguel. Olivia has always loved hot chocolate. She always doctors a cup of powdered hot chocolate, putting in powdered creamer and... more sugar? Regardless of whatever diabetic monstrosity she was cooking up, Miguel saw an opportunity. And he took it. He brought her a cup one day, but didn't tell her it was anything different than her usual. He wishes he had Lyla record the look on her face. There were tears. It was that good. Olivia tries to make it, but she can't do it quite like Miguel.

Hot chocolate has a special place in Miguel's heart. It was a major comfort drink for him and Gabriel during their troubled childhoods. It was a drink that got him through a lot. Being able to share that is very important to him.

Fried Rice - Olivia. It was a staple of her childhood. It's simple, and a good thing to make when you have vegetables to use up. Olivia adds extra egg and sesame oil. The first time Miguel ever had sesame oil, he had no clue what the hell that taste was but he liked it. He asked what that one flavor was, and Olivia showed him. She makes food with it often, because she knows Miguel likes it.

Sometimes, Miguel will eat rolls of his webbing, especially when he does not feel like leaving his office (post-Gabrielle esp). He started dipping it in sesame oil, and that's now one of his default ways of eating it. He made Lyla swear not to tell Olivia, and so far she hasn't. (This entire paragraph is a reference to this post. I am a firm believer in it.)

Mexican Paella - Miguel. He had actually never tried it or made it until he was an adult. He was curious, so he made it. It was delicious. He leaned more into the chicken than he did the seafood whenever he made it. However, when they started making it together, they leaned more towards shrimp. Probably because Olivia loves shrimp, and will slip more shrimps onto it before baking it.

Smoked Salmon - Olivia. It's actually her favorite fish. Snapper is her second favorite (we'll touch on that later). There's something so incredibly happy about salmon that she can't put her finger on. Whatever it is, sometimes she and Miguel will make it. The best ingredient? Garlic. Sometimes alfredo pasta on the side, again at her behest. Miguel doesn't mind alfredo sauce, but it's not his favorite.

Sweet and Sour Snapper - Olivia. She grew up in Florida. Every once in a while, she and her mother would go to this Chinese restaurant, and they served such delicious food. However, seeing as she lives in Nueva York, she can't really visit there anymore. So she brought the food to her, and of course forced Miguel to try it. It's a comforting food.

Empanadas - Miguel. (Took me long enough lmao.) He likes them a lot. They taste like what home feels like to him, kinda like fried rice to Olivia. He likes them with lots of carrot and beef, though sometimes he prefers chorizo. It's delicious. He and Olivia make them together while talking about their day. Olivia actually sucks at making the empanadas correctly, and they always have a laugh at it. Neither of them know why she can't get it right, but they taste good regardless.

Nai Wong Bao - Olivia. She loves these. They are her favorite thing to get at a Dim Sum restaurant, on the rare occasion they go out to one. She makes them every once in a while, but she's not good at it. Still, they taste delicious, and the custard melts in their mouths regardless.

Gỏi Cuốn - Olivia. Olivia and shrimp go together very nicely. Gỏi Cuốn, or as you likely know it, spring rolls, are a Vietnamese street-food dish with shrimp, rice noodles, lettuce, and pork. They make her very happy, especially the noodles. She and Miguel both enjoy them lots. Miguel appreciates the dipping sauce especially, and keeps some in his office.

Rice Crispy Treats - Olivia. The texture is sublime and she often finds herself craving it. She doubles the amount of marshmallows in any given pan, and then gives a bunch out. Miguel also likes them because they're simple and crunchy. It's a very happy food.

Cheeseburger - Miguel. They both love burgers, but Miguel is somewhat insane. He puts damn near everything on one. Jalapeños? Yep. Horse radish? Yep. Barbecue sauce? Mayonnaise? Ketchup? All of it. It's terrible. Even Peter B. is slightly disturbed. Olivia tried a bite and hated it. Granted, she doesn't like most peppers on their own (texture), nor does she like barbecue sauce. It's not really fair to have her judge it.

Just like Olivia with breakfast sandwiches, this is one of the few times he's ok with getting messy with food.

Yellow Curry - Miguel. They went out and tried it once, and good god. Both of them love it, but Miguel is the one that suggested they try and make it themselves. They always make it to where the chicken falls right off the bone. It's so delicious, and so so soothing. They make it slightly less spicy, focusing more on the sweet aspect. It's so good. Both of them have almost cracked teeth on peppercorns. Miguel falls asleep almost immediately after he finishes eating it. Olivia usually carries him to bed when this happens.

Cuban Sandwiches - Olivia. A food that originates roughly where she's from! She loves Cuban sandwiches and it's always a go-to when she whips out the panini press. Her secret ingredient? Garlic powder and extra cheese. It's so delicious. Miguel likes them with extra pickles.

[maskyish]

ZOOL - Shuffle Talk 2022 (Episode 2)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 Please note: I am NOT a professional and my level of JP is very, very basic. I do this for practice and to share with other fans for fun. Please take my translations with a grain of salt as there may be mistakes. If you see any, please let me know and I can correct them. If anyone else has this card and wants to translate this at any time then please feel free to do so!

Touma: See ya! Don’t get lost again~! 

Haruka: Haha. He’s still waving, even from that far. 

Minami: I’m glad we found them right away. When he called Midou-san “papa” I wasn’t sure what to think. 

Torao: It was impossible. For starters, he doesn’t even look like me. 

Haruka: Still, you were kind of panicking! 

Touma: But you became a hero to cheer him up, it was really reassuring! 

Minami: And thanks to Midou-san, he was able to smile. 

Haruka: I wish I would’ve gotten a picture of it. Torao’s Hero Anniversary! 

Torao: What’s with the anniversary stuff? Stop that. 

Minami: Speaking of pictures… Did Utsugi-san ever reply to you about the photo we took with the Merlion? 

Touma: Oh, let me check. 

Touma: … Got a reply. “It’s a lovely photo, but it’s not intimate enough,” he says…. 

Haruka: “Intimate”....? Like closer together more?

Minami: It was a selfie, and I thought we were close in it, but is it still unsatisfactory? 

Touma: Hmm… we are close, but if you take a closer look, our smiles might be a bit stiff…? 

ZOOL: …….

Torao: Well, we still have time. I’m sure we can still take one photo that Utsugi-san would be happy with. 

Touma: For now, let’s make a plan while we grab a bite! I’m feeling a bit hungry. 

Minami: If that’s the case, shall we go to a famous chili crab restaurant nearby? 

Haruka: Chili crab is a specialty of Singapore, huh!

Torao: Yeah. It’s a dish with mud crab stir-fried in chili sauce. If I’m not mistaken, there’s a popular place around here with large servings… Is that the one? 

Minami: Oh my. As expected from you, Midou-san. You’re well-informed. 

Touma: Large servings? Like what? 

Minami: Like this. 

Haruka: Whoa… that’s a lot of food! It’s spilling off the plate! 

Minami: This place is famous for its large serving challenge. I looked online and saw they were reasonably priced and have a reputation for being delicious. 

Touma: Huh, sounds filling! Mina also researched various things…! 

Minami: Yes. I was also looking forward to Singapore with all of you. 

Haruka: Then, let’s go there! I want to eat crab, especially since Minami put a lot of effort into researching it! 

ZOOL: Yeah…! 

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Touma: ….. Ah, I’m full~! Haru had some trouble eating it at first, but he eventually got the hang of it! 

Haruka: That’s because the crab wouldn’t stop coming out, I didn’t know how to eat it…! 

Torao: Touma didn’t know what a finger bowl was either. Don’t worry, from now on I’ll continue to give you lectures on food. 

Minami: The mantou (1) with the chili crab sauce was also amazing… I could have had 10 more…

Touma: T-ten more…! As expected of Mina. Even here, the strongest stomach is alive and well… 

Haruka: …It was maybe a little fun sharing a meal like this with everyone, I guess. 

Touma: Wasn’t it?! It feels like it tastes better than eating alone…! 

Oh… I want to show this picture to the past when you guys would turn me down when I invited you to dinner…! Unh…! 

Haruka: You’re overreacting. You’re so emotional. (2) 

Torao: If you would’ve shown our past selves a picture of the four of us doing a crab pose around some chili crab, we would’ve probably been worried about our future. 

Minami: Well, with this photo Utsugi-san should also be satisfied…

*ding* 

Touma: Oh, speak of the devil! 

Haruka: Well? 

Touma: …. “What a nice photo. The pose is cute, but I would like another push,” he says…. 

Haruka: Hah?! What does he mean by ‘another push’…! 

Minami: You know, there are those who only give abstract orders, but don’t say anything concrete… 

Torao: What’s wrong with the crab pose? No matter how you look at it, there are 4 jovial people. 

Touma: … We’ve come this far, so let’s take a picture so close it will make Utsugi-san completely fall flat… 

Haruka: Touma is somehow fired up… 

Minami: Why did we come to Singapore… 

Torao: T-to take a close photo…? 

Haruka: No, it’s for tomorrow’s shoot…! 

Touma: After this, we’ll go have fun at Sentosa Island, and then we’ll go to the night safari and take the best pictures… Just you wait and see, Utsugi-san…! 

Haruka: …..Hey, why don’t we stop at the souvenir shop over there? 

Minami: Souvenirs? Are you buying for someone? 

Haruka: For Grandma. …. And, let’s buy something as a memento for us. 

Minami / Touma / Torao: ….!

Haruka: W-what? Don’t just go quiet…! 

Touma: Sorry, Haru. I was so caught up on the photos I forgot what we really wanted to do. Let’s buy a souvenir for us…! (3) 

Torao: Yeah. It’s no use only caring about us in a frame. 

*click*

Haruka: Huh? Minami, did you just take a photo? 

Minami: Isumi-san was so cute talking about us, I couldn’t help it. (4) 

Haruka: Wha… That’s embarrassing, erase it! You don’t have to keep a photo like that! (5)

Minami: Isn’t it nice? Your ears are slightly red too. 

Haruka: Uwah! Absolutely not! 

*click* *click* 

Minami & Haruka: …..!

Touma: I got a picture of you two having fun! 

Haruka: Wait, Touma…! 

Touma: Haru and Mina looking at their phones and having a good time seem like they’re really close! Right, Tora? 

Torao: Right. Maybe candid is the way to go. Although, their eyes are half closed. 

Minami: Fufu. That’s true. Half closed eyes without trying to be like an idol… maybe it would be better to take photos like this without having much purpose. (6)

Touma: Yeah, that! Starting now, we’re gonna go have a lot of fun and take pictures of various things! 

Haruka: Touma and Torao better be ready too! I’ll take lots of photos! 

Torao: It doesn’t matter when or where the photos are taken. Let’s make this mission a success. 

[End of Episode 2.]

TL Notes:

1. Mantou is also a steamed bun made without filling.

2. By “emotional” here, Haruka means like “easily deeply moved”. 

3. Touma says “let’s buy a souvenir for us [to commemorate/as a memento]” but I left out the second part cause it was kind of redundant.

4. Sorry, I’m not super confident about this one but I think I got the gist. The original line is 私たちの話をしてくださる亥清さんが、可愛かったので、つい。

5. This was a hard line for me, I think the literal translation would be something like “You don’t have to leave a face like that.” but it kinda sounded weird as a direct translation ( そんな顔残さなくていいから! ) 

6. This whole line kind of confused me but I did my best lol the word I used for “half-closed” here is 半目 which is literally “half eye” and is kind of that half open eye sleepy look, but I think they mean it here in the sense that the picture was taken like mid-blink lol 半目で、アイドルらしく決めることができていませんが....... こういう風に、狙いすぎず写真を撮るのがいいかもしれませんね。

[mugentakeda]

"if uncle is sending gifts and stuff, then lu ten must be alright," zuko says into the silence.

the two siblings are sitting side by side beneath a tree in the garden. the palace is only ever quiet lately, unless azula has her friends brought over.

azula sneers, but it's halfhearted. "i don't know why he wouldn't be. he was holding back from going all this time for no reason. what's the point of reaching your peak and breaking bending records if you're not gonna go out and use your bending?" she mutters. her cousin frustrated her sometimes with his grown up weirdness. training and sparring, but not wanting to actually go and fight? is it just a little hobby or game to him?

you know that's not it, she thinks. lu ten is dedicated. his thing just... isn't fighting. she's seen him debating with fire lord azulon's council of old nutcases from behind the drapes. she's seen the exhaustion on his face after an all nighter in the library.

the pearl dagger is light and cool in zuko's hands. he wonders why lu ten didn't send any gifts or write a letter yet.

"i know he hasn't been gone very long, but... i don't know. i think he didn't wanna go for a reason, don't you think?" he cranes his head.

azula's rolling a sharp pebble between her fingers and glaring at the turtleducks as if they personally offended her. "he told me that uncle wasn't gonna make him. it's just not my style, crabcake," she mimicks his deeper voice and jerks her head side to side in mockery, then deflates. "it's not gonna make a difference, so it's gonna be forever until he gets to come back. lu ten has no war experience. uncle iroh just wanted him there as- as a show pony. someone to make his tea for him because nobody else makes his stupid tea right."

zuko wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. the resentment for their uncle hasn't always been in her tone when she spoke of him, has it? "you thought the letter was funny."

"of course i thought it was funny. i just wish he'd put his money where the mouth is already and finish up out there. almost 600 days and barely any progress," she drawls, gesturing her hands in an exaggerated circle. "i want lu ten back home before our birthdays. we can go down to the city markets and get tanghulu with chili powder and lime."

the two siblings sigh at the thought of all the street food they aren't allowed to eat unless lu ten is at home to sneak it in for them. soon, zuko will get sneaky enough to be able to do that for himself. so when lu ten comes back, he'll get twice as much street food. unless azula finds out and snitches on him. which, she probably will.

it's only a matter of time until he comes back. its just like what lu ten said to zuko about his fire bending.

there's another end to every tunnel in life, squirt. as long as you keep on living and staying strong, time will deliver you to the end of it.

fighting shouldn't have to be lu ten's thing, azula muses next to her brother. she thinks to the future, where lu ten is fire lord and azula is his top general and strategist. her cousin hates the council so much, he'll probably fire all of them. he might hire a new bunch, or maybe he wouldn't, because he'd realize that he has a whole war council of generals wrapped in one person and twice as good in azula alone.

it'll still be decades before lu ten gets the crown, which is a shame. in azula's opinion, the nation would be better off if the crown went to anyone else except the guy that takes almost 600 days to crush a city that's so pitiful it's rationing water. either lu ten or father would be ideal. lu ten has dedication and thinks outside the box all the time. father has willpower and strong authority. both are stubborn as mules but know how to get the job done efficiently.

as far as azula is concerned, uncle has none of those qualities. dedication and stubborness, maybe, but that's only because he even knows how lazy and slow he is, so he has to cut himself some slack.

anger curls in her chest at the thought of the doll. her uncle had no real reason to want her cousin to join, he just wanted him to be there. he's probably stuck in uncle's tent making him tea while uncle is out there genuinely thinking azula would like a stupid toy as a gift. if lu ten was by uncle's side like uncle said he would be, he would've slapped the doll right out of his dad's hands, because he knew better.

a light knock on the door startles her. she's been so wrapped up in her studies the past two hours, reality had fallen away.

lu ten peaks his head in and smiles. there's a tray with tea and a big bowl of azula's favorites- purple sweet potatoes, mooncake, strawberry mochi, a variety of cut up fruit.

'one large order of tooth-achers for my studious little princess,' lu ten chirps.

azula snorts and pushes the scroll away. 'i didn't order anything. you must be going senile in your old age,' she replies. as she comes closer, the scent of mangosteen tea and freshly baked sweet potato eases the tension out of her body.

'that's a big word, i'm proud of you,' her cousin replies dryly, and sits the tray down on her bed. then yelps, as azula pounces and jabs his side at the joke. 'i don't need orders. it's all this cousin's intuiton, you see. i hear these strange voices that tell me when one of my needy little monsters is in dire need to be served and pampered.'

azula rolls her eyes and replies by gracefully jamming an entire ball of mochi in her mouth. the mercy is temporary- once she's done chewing, she'll get right back to hurting his feelings.

[me1297]

LoveMeKnot

PAIRING: Bakugo Katsuki x Fem! Oc/Reader,

SUMMARY: When a hopeless romantic is shattered of the fantasy of her soulmate at thirteen in her head and he makes her adolescence miserable until they part ways.

But of course they meet again as adults, late at night, in a convenience store, over the last bag of spicy chips.

STATUS: Ongoing, chapter 2 (Chapter 1)

It was late about 9:30 or so, at night Yena's favorite time of the day as it washed in comforting silence, after a long day but with the coming winter, the days were shortened. It wasn't cold either most people are home, finishing up dinner or getting ready for bed.

Yena had on an old hoodie from one of her exes that he left at her place and under it was a black long-sleeve shirt with black sweatpants, she had her hands deep and snug in her pockets, the hoodie fingers tracing over her designer wallet as she walked down the street with one AirPod in as she was on the phone with her best friend.

“ah, don't stress so much, Satan it was a simple mistake, Mr. Yu is not gonna kill you,” Yena said while entering the small convenience store, the bell above the door jingled, making the worker call out with a greeting and a 'take your time!' to which Yena smiled in response.

“Hahh! That's easy for you to say as you’re literally his secretary, that he's deeply in love with!”

Yena rolled her eyes at the girl's words about their boss being in love with her,

“Oh stop it Suau he does not, I've just been working beside him for a while now so he's just a bit more comfortable with me then others,” She says as she hears a scoff from her headphone

“Yeah okay keep telling yourself that, away I'm gonna head to take a shower I'll see you tomorrow at the company,”

“Okay then have a good night and see you tomorrow, Suau!” Yena says cheerfully, as Sutan says the the same and the hangs up the call.

‘Now, Mr. Yu has a runway he’s attending to coming up so I should get actual food, but...chips and sweets technically were classified as foods. Just not healthy ones…fuck it I can just become a gym rat for a few weeks before the show.’ She thought to herself while taking a small blue basket as she weaves through the small store,

Turning to the array of food, Yena opened one of the coolers, reaching for a bottle of marble sodas of peach, blue raspberry, and grape, then placed them into her basket gently, then proceeded to walk into the next aisle, and grabbed some sweet lychee rice cakes.

Walking some more into the chip section Yena reached out to the last black and red plastic bag that had the words ‘Super strong hot chili’ in bold lettering and fire behind it, but what stopped her movements was that nostalgic feeling of her string tightening around her finger

‘Oh no, god please be joking with me and this not happening really,’ She thought as she looked at her pinky finger, but what sent a jolt through her when a hand nearly bumped into hers, reaching for the same chip bag.

Yena jerks her head up, and she's gazing at Bakugo Katsuki, at his face, puppy fat all gone and replaced with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline, eyes crimson and intense as ever. He's tall, taller than her not that she was ever taller than him in the first place, and his shoulders are so broad. He's in sweats and a plain white shirt, and a black hoodie looking unnecessarily handsome under the store's lighting, in the chip aisle. He looks so grown up.

Yena realizes, then, that he's looking at her, too. Jumping, and pulling her hand away from the chip bag and looks away quickly and ducking her head. Panic rises within her.

"Sorry, you can have that one," She says, subdued, grabbing a random chip bag and shoving it into her basket, trying to leave faster than before now. She turned on her heel to make a hurried getaway, but her string tightened more and tugged her back to him causing her mental groan.

‘Come on, don't do this now! We both know he doesn't want me!’ She thought but then a grip around her upper arm stopped her.

"Wait, Yena" Bakugo says, her name, and hearing it makes her feel as if he'd punched her, in her stomach, Yena turns back to look at him, with wary in her violet eyes that glance at his hand on hers it was the one that had the string that tied them together to see his string had three knots on it her eyes widened a bit. He drops his hand away from her gaze as if she’d burned him.

‘Why dose he have so many knots on his string?’ She then looked at him to see he had a complicated expression on his face, but he looked serious. She shifted in her stand uncomfortably as she waited to see what he wanted.

"I-" He cuts himself off, swears quietly, then says, voice gruff, "I know it probably doesn't mean much to you. But'm sorry. For everything I did to you when we were teenagers."

Yena stared at him. For a few seconds, her head frozen unknown what to do next, but then an old rush of anger and hurt woke up again. Yena really wanted to tell him off but she felt like she was choking on air to speak up, but a part of herself couldn't believe this was all happening in a convenience store, the absurdity of it. But that is what cools her down, drops things down a notch. As she remembers where they are, and the person in front of her is an adult and so was she,

"…It's whatever it's in the past now anyways…," Yena says tersely. As she looked away from him, feeling uncomfortable rose up in her because of this Yena missed how Bakugou looked at her up and down.

"S'the least I could do," Bakugou mutters. "I know it's not enough."

Yena looked back at him, He's right. It‘s not enough. For years, she dreamed of him apologizing to her just like this but in her dream she had found someone else who loved her and took her on all of those cute romantic dates and felt like she had gained a victory of breaking the red string.

But now that it's happening for real life, she doesn't have that someone else and she feels lost and in pain as the red string was really tightening around her finger, instead of victory.

‘This is what I get for being delusional, a slap in the face from reality,’ Yena thought as she was suddenly hit with an overwhelming wave of self-embarrassment and the urge to be away from here.

"Well, I should go now...um it was nice seeing you…" Yena trails off, gesturing in the direction of the cashier, Yena almost throws up at the end of her sentence, as she says the automatic it was nice seeing you that comes naturally when bumping into someone she hasn't seen in a while,

‘God just kill me now,’ She thought as she really just wanted to die as the way he was looking at her wasn't helping his face was covered in surprise at her words.

“'..Yeah," he says, taking a step back. His eyes don't leave her. His end of red string that was swirling around him caught her attention, as it then made another knot making her confused.

Yena glanced at her string to see it was glowing and fixing itself like before when she first got back when she was four years old, her violet eyes widened as it also had a knot now as well and no longer had burn, scissors and teeth marks on it, if anything she felt like it got stronger.

‘What the hell?!’ This was all too much for Yena as she gave him a final goodbye before shifting to walk away but was quickly stopped by both the string that yanked her back and Bakugou called out to her

'Wait," He says, as Yena turns to him yet again

Bakugou then glanced to the side, where the bag of chips was grabbing them, and walked closer to her.

“You can have them,” He says while placing chips in her basket, Yena flushes a bit at how close he is to her but peeks back up at him. Not sure what his doing.

“Oh! Thank y—” Yena didn't get to finish her words as Bakugou cut her off.

"Do you...Do you want to grab a coffee, sometime?" He asked as Yena blinked a bit taken aback by the question just as she was going to say something she felt her string loosen up a bit

“Y-Yeah sure.” Yena mentally cursed at herself for stuttering, but then exchanged numbers, and made meeting arrangements to get coffee.

Once Yena and Bakugou parted ways Yena felt a wave of blush wash on her cheeks, as her hopeless romantic mind immediately thought how cute and romantic meeting up for coffee was.

‘No bad Yena! We are just going to get coffee as two adults catching up with each other…yeah totally not as soulmates..’ She thought while walking back to her apartment building.