#smiles cheekily and twirls my hair. look at those blushes

[matchadobo]

KIDD; doing his shaving for him

warning/s: all fluff!, gn!reader, kidd being cheeky

of course, kidd refuses to have facial hair

so when a stubble grows out or the roots start budding, he'd opt to start shaving

you were curious when you two first got together, why his beard never grows out

so you one day peeked inside the bathroom to see him shave

you see him so focused, eyes directed at the mirror where he meticulously cleaned off the remaining soap with a razor blade

yes he uses a razor blade, not a razor

he's so skillful about it tho it's hot

seeing him so focused makes you twirl your hair and bite your lip, smiling like an idiot because why is he so attractive?

his brows furrowed as he attempts to symmetrically clean off the foam

"what're you peekin' for, munchkin face?" he'd raise a brow, side eyeing you but is still steadily cleaning off half of the soap on his jaw

you'd reply, "anyone ever told you you're soooo handsome?" swooning like a princess

he'd break out a grin, his smile making him stop his routine to get a hold of himself

"fuck outta here, you flirt." he'd say that through gritted teeth but he's definitely smiling

but of course, that was code for keep going

and so you did keep on making side comments about how attractive he is until he finished

so the next time he does shave, he'd let you do it

he hands you the blade and says, "cmon, since you love seein me all dolled up."

you'd be scared at first, since it's a blade and you might end up hurting or scaring him

but he replied, "scar me? go ahead, bet it'd make me look sexier, aye?"

you'd sigh in defeat but deep inside, you really wanna do try it

so you sat yourself up on the sink, opened up your legs and arms and gestured for him to go in between

he'd put his arms on your side, at the sink's surface to get closer to you

this time, you were in the same height as him

he'd smile cheekily when your faces get close and it'd end up as an exchange of fits of laughter

you first grab the foamy soap, applying some on your hands and spreading it on his lower cheeks to his jaw and chin

you'd revel on how cute he looks with all the soap fluffing up his face

you'd rub his cheeks with your thumbs, making funny figures and laughing at how goofy he looks

"ready? don't go bleedin' my face off." he'd taunt you as you raise up the blade

you'd ignore him and went right on, carefully sliding the blade across his snowy skin

you'd be sooo focused, brows furrowing, lips pressing together cuz you don't want to go too deep and scar him!

but he on the other hand was downright eating you up with those damn eyes

amber orbs admiring every pore and detail of your face as a smile seemingly makes it way to his lips and you proceed to nag him to keep still: how your eyelashes flutter when you blink, how your irises move in a gradual up and down motion each time you move on to another portion, how your tongue peeks out from time to time when you get too into it, how your nose sometimes scrunch when you feel like you're gonna fuck up, how you tilt your head a bit when he moves a bit too much and the touch of your fingers sends his heart in a chase

you're gonna feel it and start growing red

you'd take a minute but he still admires how you blush over it

you'd fan yourself and he ends up laughing

but when you get back on track, boy does he not stop staring you down

he'd hit you back with the, "anyone ever told you you're so damn attractive?" gazing down as you hide your face

the entire time, you'd continue on your task while trying to regulate your heart and cheeks

once you finish and let him wash up, he'd playfully inspect your craft but praise you afterward

"pretty decent for a blushin' mess like you."

ever since then, he'd call on you to shave for him, insisting you have to be the one to do it for him

aaaaah idk why but a man shaving looks so attractive 🥺

[yoichiris]

daytime shooting stars | isagi yoichi x reader ✩ a date with a reality show soccer star

"yocchan!"

you wave to him happily when you see him running up to you. from far away, he looks exactly like the last time you saw him: in his dorky vest, his hair covering his eyes slightly, with his bookbag slung over his shoulder.

but as he gets closer to you, you can see the difference. he fills his clothes like he hasn't before, the fabric stretching tightly across his chest and his shoulders. he's wider, bigger. you're sure he hasn't gotten taller, but something about him seems grander, towering over you.

"hey, yn!" he snaps you out of your daze, picking you up and twirling you around, "did you wait long?"

you shake your head when he puts you down. "nope," you smile at him, "what do you want to eat today?"

"meat," he grins, grabbing your hand, tugging you along.

isagi brings you to the yakiniku restaurant you guys used to go to after his ichinan matches, even though those days seem so far away now. several people recognize him on the way there while you stand in the background.

"you sure are popular, mr. blue lock," you tease, bumping your shoulder into his.

he blushes, but still asks, "you proud of me?"

your eyes soften. it reminds you that he's still the same yoichi as before, still wanting your praise. you nod, brushing his hair away from his eyes. he smiles, noticing your uncharacteristic silence, and catches your hand in his.

"do you want to eat anything in particular?" he asks softly, cradling your fingers.

you smile cheekily, "anything you want, as long as you pay."

"of course," he puffs his chest jokingly, and you laugh to appease him, "don't you know i'm worth millions now?"

yeah, you think. not the same isagi. but he orders way too much food, with the same expression he's always had when a good meal is mentioned, and you relax again.

you keep an eye on the veggies while he meticulously flips the grilled meat. just like before, you think, picking up a piece of mushroom and sandwiching it with juicy slices of beef.

“say ahh, yocchan,” you prompt, holding up the chopsticks to isagi’s mouth.

he chomps down on the bite with enthusiasm, and you giggle at the look of delight on his face. he finishes chewing too quickly, and opens his mouth for another bite. in return he blows on the hot food for you and feeds you the fattiest piece of pork.

being together since you were young has its perks, you smile. habits like these don’t go away.

“yoichi,” you call to him once you’re outside, tangling your fingers with his, and taking a breath of the fresh air, “will you forget about me when you’re the number one striker in the world?”

he’s surprised when you turn to him.

“why are you asking that?” he questions, tugging you closer to him, “how could i forget my favorite person in the entire world?”

you laugh, pushing him away, “be serious!”

but he doesn’t let you go, catching you around the waist instead and cupping your face in his hands. his eyes have turned serious as he presses his forehead to yours.

“i’m being serious, y/n,” he tells you resolutely, “i could never forget you, and i could never be number one without you.”

you remember his declaration of wanting to be the best striker at nine years old, then again at fourteen, and here is now, at seventeen. you thought those statements had never included you.

but you feel him now, all hard muscles and calloused fingers, and he seems exactly like the yocchan that would kick a ball with you on the playground.

“okay,” you reply, stealing a quick kiss from him, “do you wanna get dessert?”

he grins, "yes, and i want another kiss."

you press your lips to his again, surely this time, and you feel his arms tighten around you. greedy, you think. ambitious. the isagi you've always loved.

[ittovera]

「 honeymoon un deux trois 」 -> luxiem

“ chasse n whisk n natural-turn, 貴女に魔法おかける ( i will cast magic on you ) ” -> honeymoon un deux trois。DATEKEN

characters: vox akuma, mysta rias, luca kaneshiro, ike eveland, shu yamino

summary: the luxiem boys taking you dancing under the starlight of a busy city

content: fluff, drabble

a/n: first fic jitters sbsjsns \(//∇//)\ hi im vera! sorry some parts are shorter and some are longer, i watch luca/mysta more so i know more about them ( ´▽｀)

vox akuma:

the light of the stars glittered in the wake of amber streetlights, dousing the city in a warm glow. vox, walking beside you, grinned to himself for a moment as the two of you passed the empty plaza.

“come, darling.” he said, ushering you towards the stage, holding your hand gently.

“what is this, vox?” you asked, looking at him quizzically, only to be answered with a smirk.

“a dance, milady.” he cheekily grinned, bowing and holding out his hand.

a smile enveloped your face, placing your hand in his and letting him drag you into his arms. a twirl, a spin, and a 4-step, dancing in the warm hue that was the city at night, a sweet tune he hummed, that only you could hear as you both danced into the night.

mysta rias:

“come on dummy, the plaza is this way.” you chided, mysta whirling around to sheepishly walk back over to you.

“i remember it being the other way!” he retorted, a small smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around yours.

“why did you want to go to the plaza anyway?” you asked, looking up at the detective, and he just grinned wider, tugging on your arm as he dragged you along.

“you’ll see soon enough, love.”

the sweet nickname made your heart flutter rapidly in your chest. this dumbass knew just how to make you feel like putty in his hands.

“are you blushing?” he laughed, grin wide as he ruffled your hair.

“shut it! we’re already here.” you mumbled, looking away and hiding your face in your hands.

“hey, look at me.”

peeking at him through the cracks in your palms, his hand was outstretched, waiting for you to grab it.

“well? we’re dancing.” he grinned.

“you have two left feet, mysta rias.”

“i’ll give you permission to step on my toes if i mess up.” he smugly grinned.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you teased, taking his hand.

“maaaybe.” he whispered, leaning into your ear and twirling you around.

as you danced the night away, under the brilliant lights of the city, you were once again reminded how much mysta loved you.

luca kaneshiro:

you observed your boyfriend with a scowl on your face. he’s been acting strangely all night, unable to sit still and humming things to himself, not that those things weren’t already parts of luca’s behaviour.

“why are you looking at me like that babe?” he asked, turning towards you with his hand intertwining with yours.

“you’ve just been acting so…”

“weirdchamp?” he asked.

“i wouldn’t put it that way, but somethings off.” you questioned, staring into his eyes.

“alright alright, you caught me. we’re going somewhere tonight.” he said, grinning.

your mind immediately wandered somewhere very very bad, and your face quickly heated up.

“what are you thinking about, babe?” he asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

“nothing!” you countered, blushing furiously.

you continued walking down the street, until you stopped outside the plaza.

“we’re here.”

luca grabbed your hand, guiding you to the centre of the plaza, and he grabbed your hand, twirling you around in a circle.

“i practiced for weeks to do this.” he said, professionally gliding on the concrete, grinning with that stupid look of his, determination shining in his eyes.

“…fine.” you said, smiling to yourself as he pounded the air with his fist.

“pog! come on!” and with that, he danced with you till the stars faded away and the sun rose.

ike eveland:

ike was never one to initiate much with you. he wasn’t shy per se, but more so nervous to impress you.

so when he invited you to dance in the city plaza with him at midnight, you grinned the widest you ever had in your life.

“do you wanna dance?” he asked, blush forming over his cheeks.

“yeah.” you replied, unable to form full sentences at this point, feeling giddy.

he tilted up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and grabbed your hand. his coat flowing in the night breeze and heels clacking on the concrete of the plaza, the rhythmic hums he exuded swept you off your feet as the two of you danced into the night.

shu yamino:

“why am i blindfolded, shu yamino?” you wondered, flailing around as you walked down the street holding his arm.

“you’ll see soon enough!” he joked, continuing to take you down the street.

“okay, baby, take a step forward with ur left foot, then your right, then step back again.” he instructed, holding your hands in his.

“what are you up to, silly?” you asked, laughing as you followed his steps, still with the fabric tied over your eyes.

“and voila! we’re dancing, baby!” he said, pulling off your blindfold as you looked into the eyes of your lover, grinning at you.

you could only beam back at him, laughing at his antics as you chatted and danced your silly little dance into the night.

[rileyclaw]

pumpkin duty

[janetbrown711]

Can we get a one-shot between yakko and max at the party? Please

Parties.

Yakko remembered those, though they were far and few between. Angelina wasn't necessarily one to celebrate often, but his parents told them tales of celebrations in the past. Singing, dancing, laughing, falling in love, it sounded exciting.

Well- okay, Yakko had technically been to parties before. However, they always lacked the spirit and energy and- well... fun his parents described them with. His grandmother's parties were stiff and uncomfortable, and usually without his siblings.

However, his mother's coronation party was the complete opposite of that. There was music- fiddles and the like- the kind of music that made you want to dance and brought smiles to faces the second the hair touched the strings. There was dancing, real dancing, the fun kind with stomping and twirling that made people lose their breath without even minding because of how fun it was. There was food, there was art, there was singing, there were people- tons of them.

There was a prince.

Yakko hadn't seen him before.

He was a dog- likely no older than Yakko himself. He looked like he was trying to have a good time, but the outfit he was put into was clearly not meant for this level of activity. His hair was messy, with a crown crooked on his head. His eyes were dark like a smoky quartz, and they were looking around the room, attempting to calm an anxiety within (Yakko could relate to that).

The prince made eye contact with Yakko.

Yakko looked back.

"Yakko! Who're ya looking at?" Wakko appeared out of the blue, tugging on Yakko's sleeve and snapping him out of the trance.

"N-no one," He lied. It wasn't like he knew who he was, though he was a prince and most certainly not a nobody.

"But you were looking at someone, telllll meeeee," Wakko tugged on his sleeve.

"Weren't you drawing with chalk?" Yakko huffed.

"Yeah, but you were making heart eyes and I wanted to see," Wakko crossed his arms, huffing right back.

"I-i wasn't actually making heart eyes, right?" Yakko panicked. Wakko and Dot giggled.

"No, but you looked really silly," She grinned cheekily. Yakko rolled his eyes.

"You should talk to him," Dot said, pointing to the prince.

"Put your arm down, it's rude to point," He put her arm down for her, embarrassed. Dot giggled more.

"Talk to him or else we will," She smirked.

"Nope- uh- that's alright, I can talk to him," Yakko quickly said, already making his way to the mysterious prince, Wakko and Dot watching a bit from behind, before Yakko gave them a look and they (wisely) scattered.

Yakko was about halfway there when he realized he had no idea what on earth he was supposed to say to him. He hadn't interacted with someone his age since- well... ever. Much less someone who made him feel like this.

He should've prepared more. He had read many books on romance and even just social interaction. He had read numerous social interactions, both good and bad, and yet his mind was blank as to what to say.

Well, it looked like he was going to have to improvise because before he knew it, his feet had dragged him over and he was right beside the prince, with just enough distance not to be noticed by him yet.

"Okay Yakko, you get one shot," He whispered to himself in preparation. God- he hadn't felt this nervous in a while.

"So... you... come here often?" He asked. The prince turned and looked at him, slightly startled.

"A-aren't you the crown prince?" He asked, his face flushing slightly.

"Oh my god- that was a terrible introduction," Yakko facepalmed. To his surprise, this made the prince laugh.

"It's cool, I-i can get nervous too," He said.

"Sorry, yeah. Can I- uh, start over?" Yakko asked, laughing nervously.

"Okay," The other prince laughed too, which made Yakko's heart flutter a bit.

"My name is Yakko Warner of- well- Warnernstock, but I think you figured that out," Yakko held his hand out.

"I'm Prince Max Goof of Disneyland," Max said, shaking it.

"Disneyland, huh? that's not too far away," Yakko said.

"We border Warnstock, though the castle is right in the middle of the country so it did take a few hours," Max nodded to himself.

"Sooo... what's it like there?" Yakko asked, internally cringing at just how terrible this conversation was. He usually loved talking- why was he so bad at it now?

"It's- uh- well- it's interesting," Max said, scratching the back of his neck. "My dad works with my uncles Mickey and Donald in running the kingdom, and we technically have a really big family that can get pretty overwhelming at times," He explained. "Used to be more, but Mom died when I was born and Uncle Oswald died in a war when I was 5."

"I thought my mom was dead for awhile, so I kinda relate," Yakko said.

"Your grandma is dead too, right?" Max asked.

"Yeah, but that's not a bad thing," Yakko said, just now realizing that the conversation took an odd turn.

"Don't doubt that, from what I've heard," Max laughed, which made Yakko relax.

Maybe this wasn't going terribly.

"But yeah, it's interesting there. What's it like over here in Warnerstock? It's my first time," Max asked.

"It's chaotic too. My grandma-" Yakko paused, not really sure how much he wanted to share. He had just met Max, he didn't want to scare him away this early.

"My grandma was... a piece of work, but my parents are pretty cool," Yakko said, scanning around for them, and finding them on the dance floor happy as can be.

"And I have two younger siblings, so that's... fun," He added, suddenly becoming aware of just how weird and... deeply wrong his life had been up to this point.

"Oh yeah, I think I've seen them around. I think your brother tried drawing chalk around where I was standing so I tried to move but he wouldn't let me till he was finished," Max recalled.

"Sorry- they can be a real handful," Yakko blushed, embarrassed.

"Yeah, Dot and Wakko can stir up a lot of chaos," Yakko tried to say so with a happy, fond look at their mischief, but instead memories of the times it got them in serious trouble flooded his mind, and he frowned.

"Are you- uh- okay?" Max asked.

"I'm... fine. I'm fine," Yakko shook his head, forcing the memories down. "I'm sorry, I just... it's been a lot lately."

"I can believe that, from what I've heard," Max nodded, his eyes soft and sympathetic. Yakko could only nod.

"But hey, at least things are looking up now, huh?" The foreign prince did his best to lift his spirits.

"That is one way to look at it," Yakko agreed, forcing down the knotted feeling in his stomach.

There was a pause, neither prince knowing what to say, each unsure of their emotions, or where to go next in their conversation.

"So... what's your family like?" Yakko asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"My dad is... well, he's something alright," Max looked away, embarrassed.

"What do you mean?" Yakko raised an eyebrow.

"He's- well... Goofy. That's his name," Max shrugged. "Though my uncles are pretty cool, though they aren't my uncles in the literal sense," He quickly shifted the subject.

"That must be cool. Both of my parents were only children," Yakko didn't push.

"Yeah. But that doesn't mean it's all great, I'm still an only child. I'm sure it's great to have some siblings around," Max said.

"They do keep things interesting," Yakko snorted, looking through the crowd, finding them spying on him yet again. He shot them another look, and the two scattered.

"But I don't know anyone my own age really, and at times I've felt more like a parent than a sibling," Yakko admitted, though he didn't know why.

"I don't know anyone my own age really either," Max said.

"But... I could know you, if you want," He offered. Yakko looked at him, and found he was blushing and looking away.

"I wouldn't mind that," He said, a small smile growing on his face. Max looked at him and smiled back, the fluttering feeling returning.

"You're really-..." Cute? Pretty? Handsome? Yakko knew a thousand words but he had no idea how to describe Max's appearance, especially in a way that made sense.

"Cool?" Max seemed to know his plight.

"Yes! Cool," Yakko snapped his fingers, which made Max laugh.

"You're... cool," He said.

"Thanks," Max punched his arm lightly. "You're cool too."

Another pause. Yakko was becoming increasingly aware that he simply had no idea how on earth to talk to anyone who wasn't a family member. He had no idea what normal things for people like Max were.

Yakko realized he had no idea how to be a kid.

"Do you wanna dance?" Max asked, snapping him out of the train of thought.

"O-oh, uh- I'm a terrible dancer, I couldn't possibly-" Yakko made excuses as his eyes went to the dance floor, where he discovered his parents were watching him too. They both had goofy grins on their faces and gave him a big thumbs up and Yakko's face turned bright red.

"Oh I'm a terrible dancer too, I just figured it'd be fun. I've been observing them long enough, I think I figured it out," Max said.

"Well I guess if you really want, we can be terrible together," Yakko couldn't look him in the eyes, his face still as red as a tomato.

"I-i mean if you don't want to..." Max put his hands in his pockets.

"No, it- it'll be fun. Let's do it," Yakko shook away the flustered feeling, holding his hand out for Max. Max took it.

"I'm not joking when I say I'm a terrible dancer though. I once had to dance with a lady and I nearly tore her dress because I kept stepping on it," Max admitted sheepishly as Yakko took him towards where the people were dancing.

"Well lucky for you, I'm no lady and have no dress to tear," He said, surprised at his sudden wit. Good- maybe that meant he stop embarrassing himself and have a good conversation.

"Y-yeah," Max said. God- he was just so-... so-

Yakko was starting to get annoyed at his suddenly small vocabulary.

"I think I actually know this dance. I'll wait for an opening and then you can follow my lead," Yakko told him.

"Ok-okay, if that's what you want then-" Max couldn't finish his sentence before Yakko found an opening and before he knew it, they were pulled into a dance.

Yakko was thankful he actually paid attention to the book on dances and read the full thing, because while his grandmother had only wanted him to read the formal, ballroom dances, he read the whole thing through and found the town dance section and now knew what he was doing. A luck Max clearly didn't have, but that almost made it more fun. He had only just met Max, but it was clear Max trusted and liked him to some extent, and Yakko felt the same. There was just something about him Yakko couldn't describe.

"Relax, it's all fun," Yakko said to him, and Max loosened up a bit, making the movement a lot easier. Soon, the speed picked up, and the stomps and jumps intensified and the rest of the world just melted away, as all the boys were focused on were each other. Sure, there were a few times that they stepped on each other's feet or they were off from everyone else, but they just laughed it off and continued having fun.

Fun.

Despite how much Yakko embarrassed himself, he was having fun.

Hell- this was probably the most fun he had ever had in his whole life. All of his previous stress and anxieties melted away- this was fun.

Max was fun.

Yakko really, really liked him.

Eventually, after a long while of dancing, the song came to an end, and Yakko and Max were left panting as they stood close to each other. For a moment they looked into each other's eyes, before realizing where they were and both taking a step back.

"Well that was- well-" Max really wasn't one for words, was he?

"It was fun," Yakko said for him. The foreign prince nodded.

"It was fun," He grinned a little.

"You totally lied to me though, you're a good dancer," Max punched his arm again. Yakko laughed.

"I meant more like- ballroom stuff. I'm so terrible at ballroom dancing, my grandmother basically banned me from dancing," He snorted.

"I've basically banned myself- I dance a lot like my dad... usually," Max said. Yakko had never met Goofy, but from the name alone he could get a pretty good picture.

"Don't sell yourself short, you were pretty good," Yakko encouraged as they began to walk back to their previous place.

"Yeah... well... thanks," Max said. "I..." He stopped to think about his words.

"I don't have a lot of friends... especially those my age. People usually find me- well- awkward and weird and... like my dad, basically. But you're... you're cool," He managed to say.

God, Yakko could relate to that.

"You're cool too," Yakko said, looking him in the eyes.

They stood in an entranced silence for a little while, before they heard the music start up again, and they watched the dancers for a while.

"So... what do you like to do? Got any... hobbies?" Max asked.

"I read and study a lot," Yakko shrugged.

"You like studying?" Max genuinely questioned.

Yakko thought about that. "I mean... I think so? I don't know... I guess I just do it a lot."

"Ah," was all Max could really say to that.

Stupid trauma.

"What about you?" Yakko switched the conversation.

"I like doing sports, they're one of my bigger strengths," Max replied.

"That makes one of us- I'm pretty sure no one can be less pathetic than me," He snorted. "Even my seven-year-old sister is better at sword fighting than me."

"And it's not like I don't have the genes or anything- my dad's a knight for crying out loud, I don't know why I have a bad case of noodle arms," Yakko joked, which made Max laugh.

"You don't have to be physically strong, being smart is equally as good," he said.

"Until you have to protect people," Yakko thought to himself.

"Yeah," He said aloud.

Stupid, stupid trauma.

"Besides, I could try and give pointers if you wanted," Max said. That snapped Yakko out of those thoughts in an instant.

"P-pointers? When would we do that?" He asked. Max shrugged.

"I dunno. But what I do know is that you can visit my kingdom anytime, uncle Mickey and my dad love guests," He invited.

"Is... is that normal?" Yakko asked. Max blinked.

"Yeah? Did- have you never had any guests at your castle?" He asked, trying his best not to sound weirded out.

"Outside of the occasional ambassador and ball, no," Yakko admitted.

"Well, then I guess you'll definitely have to come over sometime," Max said.

"Yeah... I guess I will," Yakko managed to smile.

Suddenly, it dawned on Yakko how late it was becoming. The crowds grew smaller and smaller, as the sun had set hours ago. He looked around and saw someone wearing the emblem of Disneyland who looked like they were watching over Max sitting and possibly waiting for them to be done so he could take him home. Yakko frowned.

"You have to go now, don't you?" Yakko asked. Max looked at the man Yakko had noticed. He sighed.

"It is really late... don't get me wrong though- this was easily the most fun I've had in a long, long time," Max said. "I just- I have to go home eventually."

"No, trust me, i get it," Yakko smiled softly at him. Max returned the look.

"I'll... I'll see you again though, right? You'll stop by my castle?" He asked.

"Of course," Yakko nodded seriously.

The man across the way seemed to take notice of the lack of conversation, making his way towards the pair. Yakko sighed.

"I'll see you later then," He said.

"Yeah, see you," Max didn't know what to do so he punched his arm lightly before waving and going with the guard.

"See you..." Yakko said to himself, watching him go.

Max sure was something...

"Did you have fun tonight?" A voice from behind startled Yakko.

"Oh mom- it's just you," He relaxed. "Yeah- I did."

"Your siblings are both practically asleep, not that I'm surprised," Lena chuckled. Yakko scanned the area for them and found them both curled up by the bonfire. He snorted.

"That's Wakko and Dot alright: boundless energy until they crash," He said. Lena nodded.

"Who was that prince?" His mother asked with a slight smirk. Yakko blushed.

"His name is Max, he's from Disneyland," He said.

"Disneyland... I haven't heard from them in a long time," Lena thought out loud.

"Well, he seems to really like you," She looked back at him.

"He's cool," Yakko shrugged.

"Just 'cool?'" Lena teased. Yakko gave her a weird look. Lena laughed.

"Never mind, you'll figure it all out in due time," She wrapped an arm around him as they began walking back inside.

"What about Wakko and Dot?" Yakko asked, looking back at them.

"Your father will carry them to bed, they'll be fine," Lena said. Yakko nodded to himself.

"So... Max, hm? Do you want to see him again?" She asked.

"Can I?" He asked. Lena chuckled.

"Of course, it's been so long since I've spoken to them, and now that I'm queen, a visit or two isn't beyond reason," Lena said.

"Oh right, you are the queen," Yakko realized.

"Strange, right?" She joked.

It was strange, to think of his grandmother in the past tense. She was queen. His mother is queen.

"Yep," He said, before sighing.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed," he said.

"After all that, I bet. Goodnight darling," Lena gave him a hug, which he quickly returned before going back inside without her.

So this was what it was like to be a normal kid... well- attempting to be a normal kid, anyway. Parties, fun, making friends, butterflies...

Yakko was going to have to do a lot more studying this next while to see if he could get a grasp on what it was exactly he felt for Max, otherwise, he was certain he was going to go mad.

Still, despite the emotional swirl in his chest, he knew he had a good time. Max was cool and Yakko liked being around him-- that much he couldn't deny.

Yakko couldn't wait to see him again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

[mrcowboyhale]

Hello , Could I request Jasper with very pretty WOC!Reader .

Basically like headcanons on what there relationship would be like .

Also reader has long curly hair and is pretty popular on tiktoks because of her pretty looks and she makes thrist traps .

If you dont want to make this request that's fine )

Also hope your having a good day / night and hoped you ate today .

Much love - Rene 💜💜🥺

ahhh im so happy this is my first request i tried my best & i hope u like it!! i also hope your having an amazing day as well 💗

୨୧ jasper hale x gorgeous woc reader ୨୧

✿ jasper was staring at you bemused from afar, watching you as you propped your phone onto your bookshelf shelf and started to dance to upbeat music.

✿ you were making a tiktok - as you always do - and jasper loves them.

✿ he loved watching how you danced so delicately yet sultry at the same time. he loved the way your long and shiny curls bounced when you twirled to the beat. he loved when you would post tiktoks lip-syncing with your plump lips and your visibly long eyelashes on display. he loved when it was sunny outside because you would prop your phone on the windowsill to get the good lighting it provided to dance in - when this happened he loved watching your melanin shine in the sun, in a way it shone exactly like how his did.

✿ jasper would make jokes about this - saying how both of you became shiny in the sun, in which you would retaliate “no jazz, i have a good skin-care routine and a pigmented complexion - your a just vampire.“ jasper then pouts.

✿ after seeing him pout - “i was joking jazz i love ur vampire skin.” as you kissed him on the nose. at this he immediately stopped pouting, smiling cheekily.

✿ but as i was saying, you make a lot of tiktoks and they aren’t for nothing!! ur kinda really famous on the app.

✿ “omg jazz, look, that tiktok i made earlier got 182k likes!” you gushed.

✿ handing your phone over to jasper, a scowl painted his features when he saw that the video that got 182k likes was a thrist trap.

✿ of course that was inevitable, you were a really pretty girl. even in the small town of forks people would ogle and smile at you, some would even holler and jasper would have to refrain from ripping their heads off.

✿ “jas- jas its okay” you would attempt to calm him down.

✿ “no it isn’t. if those fuckers dare to even think about looking at you i am killing them.”

✿ you sighed.

✿ of course though - jasper didn’t mind the fact that you posted your body on tiktok. he didn’t have to mind because at the end of the day you were all his <3 and you sure as hell aren’t going anywhere.

✿ jasper really loved ur hair tho

✿ on wash days when you were tired jasper would help you do your hair routine. he brushes your hair only when its wet, he uses a gentle shampoo and conditioner - then finally he adds a curling cream massaging it into your scalp.

✿ you made satisfied noises as jasper massaged the cream in, making him blush.

✿ “you should be a hairdresser.“ “oh darlin’ i know.” you both giggled.

[sweetestlamb]

Let's Play A Love Game

Author's note: this one is rated 😈 so yeah. There was originally more angst in my mind but once I got to that part I was over it lol I'm the worst at angst I much rather make it naughty. It's more rushed than I wanted but I don't really have time to write 10k fics right now. But hopefully soon.

Summary: it's just pretend, right?

She hadn't meant to push the event in the corner of her mind until she forgot about it completely, so much so that when the e-vite showed up in her inbox she stared at it in wide eyed shock not even noticing Mi-Seon creeping up behind her.

"It's already time for that? I usually know it's coming because you start buying expensive dresses you can't afford and crying at your credit card bill. Maybe country life has really changed you hm?"

False. Inaccurate. Utterly wrong to the every core.

She lets out a shrill scream letting her head fall painfully on her desktop.

"I'm an idiot! Just kill me now, I deserve it." She has nothing to wear, okay the mountain of boxes in her living room, bedroom and some hidden in the linen closet beg to defer but none of that is worthy of this event. The annual dentist convention in Seoul, it's a week long getaway. It's meant to be an opportunity to build connections and attend professional learning classes, but that has long been abandoned. Now it is a fashion show and chance to show off your success and this year more than ever she has to impress everyone. They all look down on her and her cute little practice. Those judgemental snarky bitches.

"Do we have anymore patients?" She absently asks her best friend, only friend already getting up and walking away.

"No that was the last one. Do you want to call it a day?" She doesn't give a verbal reply lost in her phone and the disease that is online shopping, in the span of three minutes she has already added seven dresses to her cart.

"Chief Hong is going to have a long day."

It's just as Mi-seon says the next day the nosy know it all shows up glaring at her over the handful of packages in his arms.

"Don't tell me you're doing this again. What more could you possibly have to order? How much things does one woman need?" His voice is an air warmer than the last time they were in this very same position, but she tries not to think too hard about it. Their relationship is too confusing these days, as temperamental as the sea.

"Are delivery men allowed to complain this much when they're doing a job they are getting paid for?" She snarks back, snatching her packages from his arms with a huff. Ignoring the grin on his face as she disappears into her house.

"That better be all you order. I'm not coming back."

He comes back. At least six more trips, more boxes each time on the last day he doesn't simply leave after making his delivery.

"I'm coming in for tea because of you I've been working too hard." She squeaks indignantly as he pushes past her, their shoulders brushing in the tight space of the doorway.

She should wait until she doesn't have an audience but she's too impatient so while he's making the tea in her kitchen (so rude and intrusive), she starts to open a few boxes pulling out the contents. Dresses, blouses, shirts, hair accessories, lipsticks in all shades and hues, and of course shoes; heels, flats and everything in between.

"Your house looks like a department store." She jumps at his voice glancing up at him, almost laughing at the hedgehog mug that he's drinking out of that Mi-seon gave her as a joke. Leave it to him to pick the most ridiculous mug.

"Hurry up and go so I can try everything on." She starts to take the objects out and organize them, putting together possible outfits lazily.

"Why not have a fashion show?" He slurps loudly at the tea, sighing and smiling down at the warm beverage. Acting like he's never had tea before, such a plebian.

"A fashion show?"

"Yeah, model all that", he motions to the new boxes littering her bedroom floor, "and I'll let you know what looks good."

She scoffs, loudly looking at his lackluster outfit; a simple white tee tucked into dark cargo pants with suspenders.

"What do you know about fashion?" She replies meanly, despite the little voice in her mind that reminds her that while his outfits are more practical than fashionable there is something distracting about the way his shoulders fill out his shirts and the way his long legs sit in his pants.

He shrugs looking down at himself, "I'm the town handy man I have no need to look good. But I'm still a man I can tell you what I think looks good on a woman."

Oh. It's a nonchalant statement said with no real heat but the implications make her skin warm up, she's never once thought that he saw her as a woman; nor considered looking at him like a man. (Lies.)

"I--why woul--why?" She stutters through an answer, tongue heavy in her mouth. He looks back nonplussed, sitting down pointedly on her couch.

"Never took you for the shy kind. You growing bashful now Ms. Dentist?" His eyes twinkle with mischief and she knows that she's being played but she wants nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face. Slamming her room door, she pulls off her casual house clothes and grabs the first thing that catches her attention- a buttery yellow dress that grazes her knee, pairing them with white heels and a high messy bun. A swipe of lip tint completes the look and she confidently opens her room door.

Du-sik is staring aimlessly at his phone and doesn't notice her reappearance at first, so she coughs loudly folding her arms and when his eyes land on her, a chill runs down her spine at the look that lands on her body. It's been a long time since a man looked at her in this way, his eyes are undressing her even though he was the one who implored her to dress up in the first place. She hates it. At least she should hate it. But she can't ignore the satisfaction that washes over her at his dumbfounded look, that smug look obliterated by her very first look.

"Well?" She pushes harder, twirling to give him the full look. His gasp is loud behind her, she knows exactly why. The deep revealing plunge that travels all the way to the small of her back. There's no way she would wear this to the convention much too suggestive but that's her business.

"Wher-" his voice cracks and this time she can't contain her smile, dimples flashing now at her clear affect on him, clearing his throat he tries again, "Where exactly are you going again?"

She hums turning back around, gleeful at the vibrant blush on his cheeks. So he is just a man after all.

"A dentist convention." She answers cheekily and he guffaws loudly, eyes narrowing at her like he knows exactly what she's trying to do. They stare at each other for a long moment and she ultimately breaks the stand still, realizing what's happening. It feels a lot like flirting.

Collecting herself, she barrels back into the room.

"What the hell are you doing?" She whispers to her reflection, face too flushed for her liking.

A hard knock at the door pulls her from her self chastisement, "You didn't even wait for my rating."

She sighs loudly covering her face in embarrassment at her own action. She doesn't even have alcohol to blame this time.

"I don't care. This was stupid, let's stop."

Of course he ignores her.

"I liked it. But it's too...sexy for convention. You should wear that for someone special. I doubt anyone with a beating heart would be able to resist you."

What the fuck.

This isn't who they are, when did they become comfortable enough for conversations like this? They despised each other, right? Confused and annoyingly flattered, she peels the dress off her body trying her hardest not to think about the fact that only a door separates him and her naked body.

"I would love to see the others. But I have to go, but if you want my opinion. Red is definitely your color."

"What?" She replies, but she can hear the too loud click of the front opening and then closing and just as capriciously as he arrived, he leaves. 

Burying something that feels a lot like disappointment she flops onto her bed, head fuzzy like its been wrapped in cotton.

"What is going on?"

They don't see much of each other the next day and it's unusual given how much they see each other on a regular basis but she refuses to think about it or even consider that he's avoiding her. He's just busy and she doesn't care anyway, they have nothing to do with each other.

The convention is in two days now, she has her overnight bag packed with all her new purchases and the messages have been pouring in their group chat. She's mostly chosen to ignore them but on a whim she decides to check what they're so excited about, only to feel her stomach drop.

Why isn't Hye Jin answering?

Maybe she's busy with her mystery man 😉

Oh! She has to bring him, we need to interrogate him!

Yoon Hye Jin don't pretend you don't see these messages!!

That she had forgotten about.

"Why did you tell them that he's interested in you? Has living here altered your brain, you idiot." She berates herself.

"Who's interested in you? Why are you an idiot?" Mi-seon looks curious from the doorway, without waiting for an invitation she hops onto the bed with two cans of beer. She grabs one, drinking it in a flash.

"Oh it's that kind of night." Mi-seon says excitedly running to grab more beers.

"So let me get this straight, you told them that Chief Hong is interested in you and that he's been chasing you but you're not interested?"

She nods meekly, wishing the floor would swallow her up.

"Why did you lie?"

That's the brunt of the issue, she's a liar. She should have sent her initial message and told them that there was nothing between them but how could she when they were all calling him handsome and acting like she finally did something right? She'd spent that entire dinner feeling like her teenage self on the outside looking in, wanting nothing more than to be someone worthy of being included.

"I know I should have told the truth."

"Yes, you should have told them that you're interested in him too."

Huh.

Time stops as she processes the words that her best friend just uttered. There is static in her head as she tries to make sense of it.

"What are you talking about?"

Mi-seon looks at her unimpressed.

"You can both keep lying to yourself but the rest of us aren't as stupid. You're both interested in each other. It's mutual."

She wants to ardently deny the accusation but the words are caught in her throat and all she can manage are refusing sounds.

"You've been wearing red all week." Mi-seon says accusingly and she jumps up in huff, "So what? I'm allowed to wear colors!"

"You hate wearing red. You said it makes your skin look too pale. You hardly ever wear it. So color me surprised when I learned that red is the favorite color of a certain part timer."

That damn town chat. There has to be a way to get Mi-seon out of it. Maybe it was a mistake letting her live here. She was learning too much.

"Don't even bother to deny it. I won't believe anything you say. But I think you should ask him to go with you, you'll get some time alone to figure this out."

There's nothing to figure out. They are..... acquaintances who can admit that the other is vaguely attractive at times. His face isn't all that bad and she's pretty, so it's natural that there is tension at times, like he said they were still humans.

So she doesn't tell him about her fib, pretending everything is fine until it's the day of the convention and her anxiety has all but smothered her and her hands have a slight tremble in them as she starts to drive.

"It's going to be fine. Everything will be okay." She doesn't believe a word she's saying to herself, her heart is thumping in her heaving chest. She doesn't want to go alone. Convincing Mi-seon to leave was a failed endeavour, her and that police officer becoming inseparable. She knew what that smile meant when her best friend had realized that she would have the house to herself. She could barely get a word in as Mi-seon started frantically shaving her legs then pushed her out of the bathroom to "shave her wild cat".

With a sigh she starts driving, the car too quiet despite what she'd told Du-Sik and the Gongjin grannies. Uncharacteristically she turns on the radio, kpop blaring from the speakers. She recognizes the tune, never before has something as mundane as butter seemed so interesting but the kitchen essential was given new life by the song. She bops her head to the catchy beat, trying to ignore the fact that she's driving to the lion's den.

Some time later, she pulls into the hotel a valet already coming over to get her car. Grabbing her overnight bag, she exits the car handing her keys to the waiting hands of the valet.

Everyone is here and none of them had come alone, she was the only one without a plus one. They haven't noticed her yet so she watches as they all laugh at a joke she can't hear, unnecessarily stroking at their husband's chests as if to show off their exorbitantly priced wedding rings. Everything was always a competition here.

She shouldn't have come. Their was nothing about her life that they would be envious of. She was going to make a fool of herself. Impulsively she starts stepping back but it's too late, Hong In-A spots her and points her out and immediately all eyes are on her, they all start walking over to her and she wants nothing more than to run far, far away. Get on a bus and go to the beach and never see any of them ever again. But she's no longer a child, no longer that scared little girl; worked too hard to shed that skin.

Fortifying herself she puts on a fake smile. Ready for war.

"Hye-Jin ah, there you are. We were beginning to think you wouldn't come. You never responded in the group chat." Ye-Ri states with an attitude, looking around her as if searching for someone and eyes brightening when she sees no one. "Did you come alone?" This makes all of them perk up, looking around like chickens with their heads clucking. She swallows the shame the question elicits, "Who would I be with? I told you in already, it's not like that."

They all look at her with pity, it makes her want to slap them all across the face. Who were they to make her feel like shit, she didn't need anyone that didn't make her pathetic.

Finally one of the husbands cracks the awkward tension by introducing himself, she tries her best to ignore the pervasive way his eyes run down her body. Instinctively she crosses her arms, feeling naked under his stare. Nobody else notices her discomfort and after all the introductions, they all walk away as if she's no longer worth their time.

Lump in her throat she walks into the hotel, determined not to show them that they've gotten under her skin.

There's a scheduled lunch and she tries to find a new table but Sung-Mi waves her over and she doesn't see anyone else she recognizes or wants to sit with.

He hadn't been wrong, she has no friends besides Mi-seon.

"You were looking around, were you looking for someone? Are we not good enough to sit with?" The question is asked with a bite and sneer as if the idea is laughable that she would ever be better than any of them.

She swallows her pride, "No nothing like that. I was merely looking around."

Sung-Mi looks satisfied as if putting her in her place has righted her world.

They begin a conversation that completely excludes her, regaling drama that she knows nothing about and doing nothing to bring her up to date or invite her to join. It's the polar opposite of her experience in the countryside and with shocking clarity she realizes that she wishes she were there, it's only been a few hours but she misses it. Nobody looks down on her there, no usually she's the only doing that she notes with shame.

"I'll find the restroom." She says to no one because none of them are paying her any mind except the husband with the wandering eyes and she would much rather not have that attention.

Thankfully the bathroom is empty and she has to stop herself from splashing water on her face, her make-up was done perfectly it would be a waste to ruin it. Pushing her hair behind her ears she takes a deep breath and then another until her head is clearer, the noise lessening.

"It's only a day and a night. You've suffered far worst."

With that lacking pep talk she exits the bathroom, almost colliding into a wall. Wait, no it's just a person- a chest to be specific. She looks up ready to apologize when a familiar face stops her in her tracks.

"What are you doing here?" She stares flabbergasted at him, more dressed up than she's ever seen him. In a white suit with a white vest, the tee-shirt peeking under the only thing that feels like him to her. And his white sneakers. She can't hide her surprise at his sudden appearance and without thinking she starts to pull him to the side, to avoid being seen but she's not fast enough and soon they are swarmed by her colleagues, before she even has a chance to talk to him.

"Aren't you the man from the picture?" Yoo-Jin asks blushing way too much for a married woman if her husband's cold stare means anything.

"The picture?" Du-sik replies, clearly confused.

"You're the guy that's chasing after her. She told us that you liked her and you were courting her." Sung-Mi answers for her, she wants to vanish. It would be better if she had never existed. Even non-existence would be better than this embarrassing moment. "I got a picture of you two last time, when you followed her."

His eyes ping-pong between the group and her and she realizes this is his chance to ruin her. After everything she's done, all her rude comments and snobby remarks about the town and people he cares for so much, this is his chance for revenge. He can laugh and deny any feelings for her, tell them all that she's a liar and he's never been interested in her, not even once. This is what is going to happen. She prepares herself for the fall out, surely after this she won't be able to show her face in Seoul again.

He starts to laugh and her stomach tightens, her palms are so sweaty.

Here it goes.

"Oh I guess she wanted to keep me a secret."

Wait. What. That doesn't sound like denial.

"We're together now. I finally bulldozed those walls and made her mine. Nice to meet you all I'm Hong Du-sik, Hye-Jin ah's boyfriend."

Her eyes widen as he bows and starts to shake hands with the husbands, the one that stared at her looking disappointed. Their handshake goes on for a second too long, eventually with the latter pulling away with a pained look. She's too confused to consider what that means.

"And you were so cold earlier saying you had no one. Did you want to make a fool of us?"

He answers for her, "It's nothing like that, my honey is still getting used to us. I'm sorry I'm so late I had something to take care of."

Her head is spinning too fast to keep up with everything happening and she's grateful when he excuses them and guides her outside with a large hand on her hip.

Fresh air is much appreciated and she takes in huge heaps of it as soon as they're free.

Then reality crashes down on her.

He knows about her lying.

He had called her bluff.

But he didn't out her.

"Why didn't you tell them the truth?" She finally manages to say, head still reeling.

But instead of answering he's staring at her legs, then slowly his eyes swivel upward cross her thighs curving around her hips, past her breasts (a bit too slow there) before moving to her collar and settling on her face.

"You look great."

She feels the heat rushing to her face. What was he doing to her?

It hadn't been in purpose but she finds herself in red again, an a line dress with criss crossing straps over her shoulder and a middle slit. It was conservative without being too formal or professional. She'd felt comfortable in it but now seeing that look on his face, comfort is the last thing she feels.

He was distracting her and she couldn't afford that with those harpies inside waiting for her downfall. They needed to get back on track.

"What are you doing here?" She tries again, but he responds with his own question, "Why did you tell them that I was chasing you?"

"It was a mistake. They thought we were together and I just....said that for no reason." It's half the truth.

"They don't seem like your friends. You looked like you needed someone on your side, so I just found myself saying we were together for no reason."

She looks at him blankly, heart pounding now. In her moment of weakness instead of kicking her, he'd lended a helping hand. What kind of person did it make her for expecting the former?

"So what now?" She asks still in disbelief that he's here and that he'd told people that there were dating, she would be angry and offended later that they had readily believed it. Perhaps it didn't seem too farfetched now with him looking like that right now.

"Well, don't look but they're watching us through the glass."

This time she finds herself turning to look and he's the one that has to stop her, he does so by suddenly grabbing her hand and tugging her into his body. She squeaks at the collision. Leaning down so his lips are level with her ear, he speaks, "We can give them a show. I'm happy to be your pretend boyfriend."

Why?

She yearns to ask him why he's willing to go this far for her? Why was he even here when she had never told him where the convention was taking place? But his words were hot on her ear and she's tired of being their source of entertainment so she nods looking up at him, "Just this once. I'm going to lean on you. Let me borrow your eraser and copy your homework."

He stares before a blinding smile graces his handsome face.

"Let's go then." His hand is heavy on her waist as he walks back towards the hotel, taking his role very seriously it seems.

He fits in perfectly. Able to talk about a plethora of topics to anyone he's introduced to and even she's impressed by him. Be it travel, philosophy or poetry he seems well versed in everything things that even she is ignorant to and it makes her regret the way she looked down on him before, he was anything but a country bumpkin.

She leaves him to his conversation to get a drink, a whiskey on the rocks. Needing something hard tonight.

Not that. Down brain.

"Yoon Hye Jin? I would recognize that face anywhere."

Twisting to face the voice, she sees a familiar face- old classmate. Rung Do-Bae, they weren't anything more than classmates despite his many, many attempts.

His eyes sweep over her hungrily. She swallows her drink, painting on a shallow smile.

"Sunbae, how nice to see you here."

Invading her space he grabs her hand, "There is no need for such formalities. You can just call me by my name, Hye Jin ah."

As if she ever would.

Gently she tries to extract her hand but he won't let go and she doesn't want to make a scene.

Suddenly she's warmed by a body pressing into her, she knows who it is without even looking, her body relaxes immediately.

"Sorry I got lost in conversation honey. Who might this be? Another friend of yours?" He thrusts his right hand out and Do-Bae has no choice but to release her hand to return his handshake. Scarily enough she's starting to become used to his nickname, barely reacting to him using it again.

"Yes, this is my sunbae from school. Sunbae this is Hong Du Sik my....."

She knows that this is all an act, they were doing this to help her but she can't bring her tongue to form around the word, boyfriend.

"Her boyfriend." He finishes for her, pulling her tighter to his body.

But Do-Bae looks suspicious now.

"Boyfriend? I thought you were still single. You never changed your status on SNS. I've checked."

"Why are you so curious about that?" Du-sik challenges in return, doing a great job of sounding like a jealous boyfriend. She's almost even convinced.

"Hye Jin ah and I have always had a very special relationship. Beyond that of a hoobae and sunbae. Isn't that right?" He directs the last bit to her and she feels Du-sik stiffen next to her, seemingly believing these lies. So she clears that up.

"I have no idea what you're referring to honestly. We have never had anything that would constitute as a "special" relationship. I would appreciate if you didn't spread such lies, especially to my boyfriend. Enjoy the rest of your night."

She tugs Du-sik away, not waiting for a reply from the other man. The conversation was over anyway.

When they get far enough he speaks, "You have a lot of admirers."

She raises an eyebrow at the non-sequitur.

"Are you surprised?"

He brushes a hand across her cheek, making her freeze.

"No. It makes sense."

She blinks slowly before laughing, it sounds fake even to her ears.

"You should have been an actor. Your acting skills are incredible." He doesn't laugh, doesn't move before they're pulled into another conversation and she tries not to think about how tightly his body is pressed against her own.

"How is he in bed? He hasn't left you alone all day, I bet it's passionate." As soon as lunch had ended they had invited her to a spa, she'd considered saying no but she knew they would talk about her even if she wasn't there so it was best to at least know what they were saying.

Du-sik looked sad to see her go, but she told herself that she wasn't good at reading his faces. They hardly knew each other.

"I can't remember the last time I had a passionate night of sex. Kids and a full time job, leave no time for that. I'm pretty sure he's cheating on me and I'm too tired to even care." Sung-Mi confesses and she's shocked when the others nod in agreement instead of threatening to castrate him, as she'd done when Mi-seon told her about her ex boyfriend cheating.

"I have no complaints. He's... attentive. He's always touching me and pushing his way into my space. He's gentle but passionate, and I like...that he's so much bigger than me." She knows she should stop, this is definitely taking the lies too far. But that night bleeds into her thoughts, making everything she's saying feel true. He'd been so gentle with her, those huge hands cupping her face. She wondered how they would feel on other parts of her body.

"Damn. Look at you getting horny just from remembering. I'm so jealous."

Jealous. There were envious of her, it was all she'd been hoping for but the happiness she expected to erupt never comes. Instead she feels cheap, like she'd used Du-sik for her own benefit. She had tainted that night. This wasn't what she wanted.

As the day had gone on she found herself looking at him too much, he'd come all the way just for her and regardless of her brain trying to minimize that, it was huge. He hated snobby people like them who based a person's worth in their monetary success and yet he put on a smile and chatted with everyone, letting them mock his way of life and call people like him useless dreamers. All while she did nothing to defend him and drank wine, happy that they were being accepted.

He was the perfect gentleman all day and he was getting nothing in return for this. It was all just to help her.

Would a friend truly go this far to help? Was she being naive or was it like Mi-seon said, was she lying to herself?

"I'm such an idiot."

Without another word, she flees the sauna rushing to the locker room and changing back into her clothes. Nobody follows her because they aren't her friends. Why had she wasted so much time trying to impress these people who aren't even truly happy in their own lives?

The drive back is long, and she doesn't know what she's going to say but she knows that she's tired of being scared.

Leaving the key in the car she rushes past the valet, into the hotel elevator pressing their floor and waiting impatiently.

It takes three tries to get into their hotel room but once the door opens, he's right there. Sitting in the seat by the window reading a book.

"You're back early. I thought you would be gone until three?" He looks up, dog earring his book and giving her his full attention. Her heart skips a beat.

"Why did you agree to do this for me? Why go through all this trouble for me?"

It's the same question he's been asking himself since he first met her. Why was he was interested in her and why did he keep wanting to save her?

It was the desire that led to him being here.

He had accidentally overhead Mi-seon talking to Eun Chol about being worried about her, the convention was overnight and everyone would be bringing someone and she'd be all alone. The thought of her alone and isolated, made him race to her without a plan. Only stopping at a store to buy his outfit so he would fit in with her crowd, he'd spent more in that shop then he usually did in a week. But it was worth it for her.

It was a miracle that she hadn't questioned his presence more, he knew it was shameless and deceiving but none of this felt like pretending to him. His jealousy had been real, he'd had to strangle the urge to kick the pervert husband with the wandering eyes and then the insistent sunbae who wouldn't take a hint. She was a vision in the red dress and it wasn't a surprise that men found her enchanting, he just didn't like them looking at her. But she wasn't his, never would be because he couldn't confess.

They weren't right for each other.

"Do you like me?"

That question again. Last time he had laughed it off, called it absurd. But it wasn't. Not liking her would have been absurd.

"I don't know why you're asking me that."

"Because I'm tired of us lying to ourselves. Don't laugh and don't you dare say it's absurd again."

He can't respond, he's stuck on the word "us". It wasn't just him, they were an us?

Hearing that gives him courage he had long thought had been most forever.

"I wasn't pretending today. Nothing was fake to me, I meant it all." It's terrifying, unchartered land for them and he waits to see which one of them will chicken out first. It's sure to happen.

"I'm going to kiss you." She says instead of running like he expected and secretly wished for.

And then she's crossing the room and leaning down to grab his face, she watches him giving him a chance to pull away but he does the opposite, this time he meeting her half way. As soon as their lips meet the kiss is already too much, she's sliding into his lap and he wraps his arms around her tugging her closer until their chests are squished together.

He hasn't kissed anyone like this in a long time.

Hasn't been this close to losing control in a longer time.

"You're dangerous." He whispers into her mouth and she giggles at the statement, wiggling in his arms and rolling into him forcing a punched out groan from his lips.

Carefully he lifts her shirt watching her face closely for any signs that she wants to stop but finding nothing but her palpable lust.

Her skin is unbelievably smooth and soft and he can't stop himself from stroking her, rubbing at her back his hands resting right above her butt.

"How long have you felt this way?" She asks softly seductively nipping at his neck and running a hand over his shirt to caress his stomach, he physically aches for her.

"I wanted you the moment I saw you. But I didn't feel this until you convinced grandma to get her implants. That was when it became more for me."

She looks surprised and he is too, that they're speaking so candidly about feelings they've always denied.

"What about you?"

She stops licking at his neck to look him in the eyes. He's nervous to hear her reply.

"I.... don't know."

He tries to hide his disappointment. Maybe she was starting to retreat back into her shell. Maybe he shouldn't have been so honest.

He's about to untangle them when she continues, "It wasn't at first sight but one day I found myself looking for you. Seeing you become the best part of my day, I started to count on you to be there for me. To expect it. Just like this, I've been scared to lean on anyone until I met you."

Now that's a confession.

Impulsively he stands with her still on his lap, forcing her to to latch onto him so she doesn't tumble to the floor. Not that this would ever happen because he would never let her fall.

"I could have fell!" She cries, clinging to his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her half naked bra clad body so close to him is causing another biological crisis in his pants.

Walking to the large bed in the middle of the room he falls backwards, enjoying the view of her on top of him a little too much.

It's all probably too soon and they should probably slow down, but his body is strumming and he wants nothing more than to break her apart.

"I'm all sweaty. I should take a shower."

Instantly an image of her wet and naked under the downpour of a shower flashes in his mind and he has to twist away from her.

"Pervert." She accuses but he can hear how satisfied she is with his reaction. Damn tease.

"Do you want to join me?" She teases some more, having fun now that she knows her power over him.

He looks at her helplessly.

"Are you having fun? Remember what I told you before? I'm still a guy. You're sitting here in your bra taunting me, do you think I'm that much of a good guy? Do you think I don't want to throw you down, rip your clothes off and eat you alive? I'm so hard right now just seeing you naked would be enough to push me over the edge. So don't make propositions you can't follow through on."

She looks dizzy from his words, eyes hooded and glossy. He watches her gulp and then stagger off to the bathroom, without a word to him. It's probably for the best, everything is too charged right now.

A shower for her and many glasses of water for him later, she's back and it's almost time for dinner.

"I think they said dinner starts at 6. Should we head down?"

She glances at him, while opening her bag and pulling out skin creams and some fuzzy socks.

"Would you be opposed to ordering room service and staying here?"

It's the best offer he's heard all day, only second to her asking if he wanted to join her in the shower.

"What about your colleagues?" He asks to make certain that she's really okay with this.

"What about them?" She replies with a shrug and he grins picking up the room service menu.

They order too much food and not enough alcohol but neither of them want to forget this night. She tells him stories about her time in dental school and he's happy to get to know her better, chuckling at the funny stories and commiserating at the sad ones.

Before he knows it night has fallen.

And he realizes that they'll be sharing a bed. Unless she wants him to sleep on the couch.

She's wearing a big shirt and loose shorts and he still can't believe he gets to see her like this.

"Are you coming to bed?" She's already getting under the sheet and that answers his question, this is really happening. He starts to follow her lead, getting under the sheets but keeping a respectable distance between them.

"I'm cold." She announces suddenly and he starts to look for a thermostat in the room or an extra blanket, before realizing that she's looking at him over her shoulder, he stares back confused before she lifts an eyebrow and oh, he gets it. Carefully moving closer he feels her warmth surround him as they meet, forth to back.

"Took you long enough." She grumbles, pulling his arm over here body and settling back into him moving until she's comfortable.

She's so close and warm and her smell is all around him and he feels his restraint dissolving and when she presses back into him, her hip rubbing against his crotch he bites down on his bottom lip.

It's too much for him to resist and without warning or preamble, he's turning her to face him and swallowing her moan of surprise eagerly. He grabs her head firmly holding her in place and slips his tongue into her open mouth, her unique taste exploding on his taste buds. He's hungry for more. So he starts to tug down her shorts, heart beat thundering in his groin. She kicks the shorts away, and he groans at the sight of her panties she was trying to kill him, he was certain.

"You're the devil." He chokes out staring at red lace, he'll never be able to see the color again without getting a raging hard on.

"You haven't seen anything yet. Honey." The word drips from her tongue just like the real thing.

Forgetting all reason and logics he lunges at her, devouring her mouth and sticking his hand in her panties. She's so warm and fuck, wet drenching his fingers.

Simultaneously he thrusts his tongue into her mouth and his fingers in her wet folds, groaning as she melts like butter under his touch. There's no resistance, as he plunges two fingers inside her experimentally before picking up his place when she clutches onto him and grinds back on his fingers, begging the whole time.

"More, more, please!"

As if he could ever deny her anything, with one hand he grabs her ass and the other he thrusts into her opening over and over until her voice gets breathy and she starts to stutter, squirming wildly in his arms and he knows exactly what's coming: the beautiful end. So without warning he pulls back the sheet and slithers down her body, throwing her legs around his head and pushing his tongue in to the brim, hungrily drinking at her until she shakes and combusts in his arms. Sweet on his tongue, he swallows it all greedily.

He strokes her as she recovers from her high, climbing back up her body. So much for taking things slow, but he can't even think about regretting it when he sees the blissed out look on her face. He wants to imprint it in his mind. Nobody else will ever get to see this face but him.

"It's your turn." She says sounding loopy like she's drunk and he laughs as she reaches for the tent in his pants but misses his bulge and instead falls into him.

"You're tired. Go to sleep. That was enough for me, seeing you like that fulfilled every fantasy I've had. "

He truly means it. He's a giver. And it's not like he can't tug one out later in the bathroom with her face and moans playing on repeat in his brain.

She starts to argue, but her phone vibrating on the nightstand distracts her. Reaching over she picks it up before chuckling and flopping back into the bed.

"What?" He asks curious, jealous of whoever is making her smile like that.

Ignorant to his inner thoughts, she thrusts her phone into his face. The room is so dark it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright lighting of the phone, but once he can see he reads the message on her phone and starts to laugh too.

"Dusik is missing! Nobody has seen him all day!! We started a search party."

[futurewriter2000]

Love Hurts - pt. 6

A/N: I wrote the first version of this like days ago but I hated it so much that I felt like I needed to re-write it and I did so here yall go. Hope you like it. 

XX

Fred woke up with a massive headache. He tried to pull his sleep further on but the headache was too strong to fall back asleep. He groaned into the pillow and kept his head buried in it, weirdly finding something unfamiliar going up his nostrils. It wasn’t the usual smell of the fabric softener his pillow case has but it was different and didn’t take a lot of time and contemplating to figure out to who it belong to. 

You. 

Memories rushed into his head without any warning. He cringed as he remembered his pathetic-self, throwing up over the bathroom seat and feeling you rubbing his back. 

It was all so foggy to him. He couldn’t remember more than you and him hugging. For him begging you to wait until he fell asleep. 

“You bloody git.” he mumbled into the pillow case before dragging himself to the bathroom and taking a showed. 

---

Oddly enough, he did make to breakfast in last minutes and odder than that, you were seated next to Angelina and his friends. Your hair was a bit messy from last night’s hairstyle and some traces of makeup were still there. Nevertheless, you were extremely happy and your eyes- your gorgeous eyes were sparkling like never before when they locked with his. 

“Moooorning.” George said as he saw his brother approaching, grinning at him. 

“Morning.” Fred rubbed his eyes and sat down, reaching for his breakfast. 

“You slept well? Because I surely did not, hearing you pull in massive snores like a piglet on crack.” his eyes narrowed but everybody else laughed.

Fred took a bite in his toast, glanced at you with a smile, then turned to George. “I was itty bitty tired.”

“You left early.” Angelina interrupted and everybody looked at her. “And George said you were already fast asleep when he came back.”

“And when did George come back?” you leaned forward, looking at George. 

“When did you?” he narrowed your eyes back at you. 

‘--- Fred fell asleep and you were tiptoeing back to your dorm. The image of him still lingering in your mind, you had a lovely smile plastered on your lips but when you came down from the boys dormitories, George came down from the girls dormitories. 

The two of you stood like stones, staring at each other as both of you were caught. 

It was three in the morning. 

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” he said and you smiled.

“Deal.” the two of you shook hands and walked by as nobody ever saw anything. ---’ 

“Not telling.” you grinned cheekily and George did the same, both mirroring each others body language; crossing your arms over your chest and looking away. 

“How about you, (y/n)?” Angelina nudged you a bit and smiled. 

“What about me?” 

“I mean- I saw what happened between you and your fit date. He ran after you and never came back. I assumed he apologised and made it work?” she grinned with a wink but you only gave a quick glance to Fred’s confused expression and laughed.

“He only apologised to me this morning, before I came over here.” you smiled. “I forgave him, of course. I do know him since I was a kid, baby even.” 

“Oh, so you didn’t spend the night with him?” her face was a bit flushed and you couldn’t analyze fast enough to figure out why.

“No.” was all you replied with before Fred cut the silence and asked.

“Why would he apologise?” he tried to play it cool but his eyes were soley focused on you. 

“Nothing big really. He got a bit too grabby and I just slapped him and stormed off.” 

“Grabby?” Fred stopped chewing, swallowing hard and clenching his jaw. 

“I thought you fancied him?” Angelina said more sternly, angrily too. 

“I’ve known him since we were five. He was my cousin’s best friend. We used to drag each other through the mud for my cousin’s attention.” you laughed. “Cute fella but I just- no.” you shook your head, blushing.

“But aren’t you Muggleborn?” George asked.

“Yeah, ironic that we both are.” you looked over your shoulder to find him laughing with his friends. “He’s a good guy.” 

“But he’s... grabby.” Fred’s eyes were staring into yours with jealous flames and he couldn’t help himself but to feel anger bubble in his stomach. 

“Yeah...” you trailed off and grabbed your books. “I- uh- I need to get these books to the library before it closes. It’s Sunday after all.” you smiled at everybody and waved them a goodbye.

“But it closes in an hour.” Fred said all of a sudden, taking his glare away from your date on the other side and to you. 

“I know, Freddie. That’s why I’m going now.” you smiled and wandered off. 

Freddie. You said Freddie. Not Fredrick, not Fred and for Merlin’s sake not George or Ron but Freddie. 

And that was all it was needed for him to get his giddy smile back. 

---

“So you’re not cross with me anymore, are you?” he poked his head through the other side of the shelf and grinned. 

“What makes you think that?” you smiled back, pushing his head on the other side and walking down the aisle. 

“You called me Freddie.” he said as he walked along side you, until the two of you reached the end and he was backing you against the bookshelves. “You call me Fredrick, when you are pissed at me, George when you want to push my buttons and piss me off and Ron when you’re feeling pretty vindictive.” he kept smiling, looking down on you as you rolled your eyes. “ But you only call me Freddie when you are utterly, ubelievably in love with me.” he spoke low, in a seductive manner. 

“Then why ask the question when you already know the answer.” you replied, narrowing your eyes. “And I think that is an exaggeration. Utterly, unbelievably in love with you?” you scoffed, pushing him away and walking to Madam Pince. “Like you said, Fred-”

“Freddie.” he corrected you, lifting up his finger and keeping his cocky grin on. 

“- I am not a mean person.” you laughed, looking at him before turning to Madam Pince and giving her the books to check out. “And holding on to anger is pointless.” 

“But I never apologised.” Fred’s grin fell and his eyes saddened. 

You were already at the door when you heard his voice and turned around. “What?”

“For... you know... saying what I said.”he lowered his head in shame but you only smiled.

“Oh, you apologised alright.” you continued smiling at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind you. 

“When?” he furrowed his eyebrows in perplexion but kept looking at your hands holding each other. 

“Last night.” you pulled him to the bench and plopped down. 

He followed. “Well, darling, last night is a bit foggy to me if you must know.”

“Oh, I believe so.” your eyes sparkled. “You asked me to be with you until you fell asleep-”

“Oh Merlin-” he sunk in his seat and blushed but you only giggled and nudged his shoulder a bit. 

“It’s okay for a guy to be vulnerable, Freddie.” you laughed again and just that laugh unlocked a little memory in his head; you were laying in front of him with your eyes watching his and your hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. You wore his sweater over your dress and you weren’t covered like he was. He mumbled something and you let out the same laugh as you did right now. 

‘--- The glitter from your eyeshadow was all over your cheeks and your mascara was a bit smudged from rubbing your eyes when you were tired. 

“You called me Freddie.” he said, smiling and finding your smile grow as well. “I missed that.” 

“You missed me calling your name?” you laughed, tucking your hands under your pillow. 

“It’s special when you say it.” he mumbled sleepily. 

“I’ll pin that down.” you spoke softly as he closed his eyes and pulled in a light snore. 

“I’m really sorry.” he said just before he opened his eyes again and put his hand on your cheek, tucking behind one of the curls that fell from your bun. “For calling you a word I promised myself I would never use... and for calling you barmy in the head.” 

You laughed and put your hand on top of his, rubbing your thumb across the back of his. “It’s okay.”

“Is it?” he asked, staring into your eyes. “Will you forgive me?” 

“Of course, I forgive you Freddie.” you said and he smiled again at that word. 

“I missed that.” he repeated himself and you laughed again.

“Me calling you Freddie? You said.”

“It’s special when you say it.” he repeated again and closed his eyes, trying to keep them open for you. 

His hand fell from your cheek as he dozed off and slowly you reached for his cheek, rubbing it gently. “Goodnight, Freddie.” you slowly got up and made your way to the door. “Sleep well.” ---’

Fred watched you tell the story as if you hadn’t felt any emotions in it but he felt you feeling them just as much as he did. And you may have finished quickly but he knew what happened. He remembered. 

His heart was fluttering and he knew what that meant. It meant he was the one utterly, unbelievable in love with you. 

He fell in love the day of the second practice, not the first but the second, when the two of you danced together. His hands would lock with yours, his feet move alongside your tip toes because he was extremely taller than you... and in that moment, exactly that moment when he spun you around, your hair clip fell down your hair and got stuck on the edges, letting those front hair fall in front of your face. He twirled you back to him and you were panting with your cheeks red and your eyes scared... and bright. They were so bright and looking up at his like a full moon on a cloudy night. He had you in his hands, in his hold and it was all so magical until the two of you parted ways and he knew he didn’t want to.

That day. That moment. He knew but he did not want to admit it.

“Thank you for staying.” he put his hand on top of yours and you turned your eyes to him, smiling.

“Of course.” you nodded with a smile, then pulled your hand away and stood up. “It’s what friends are for.” you continued and his smile immediately fell. 

“A what?”

“Friends?” you smiled with a quirk of your eyebrow. “I’m not that dense, Freddie. I know you have the hots for Angelina and I say go for it. I’ll survive. I’m a big girl.”

But Fred felt as if his brain was scrambled by that one word. He wanted to speak but his mouth were sown shut. 

“See you tomorrow in class.” you put your hand on his cheek and left- left him behind, confused and dazed, both from your words and your touch. 

“Friends?” he leaned forward, feeling frustration kick in. “Bloody friends-?!” he stood up and watch you turn around the corner and disappear. He put his hands on the back of his head and ran them through his hair. “I’ll show you friends.”

[picassho-18]

Art of Fire (III)

Zuko x Reader; Part 3; 1.4k words

Series summary: The recently crowned Fire Lord Zuko meets a new friend of his Uncle’s, a special fire bender that quickly grabs his interest over a cup of tea and the discussion of the arts. 

ALL CURRENTLY POSTED PARTS: Part 1   Part 2   Part 3    Part 4

It was the next morning, early enough that the sun was still rising, the buildings casted in a partial light. You were busy in the back of your shop, starting to work on other commissions for your little business before heading to the Royal Palace. You didn’t want to acknowledge it but you were beyond excited to see Zuko again. Even if he was probably the most awkward person to be Lord of the Fire Nation.

Your mind was completely focused on the current piece you were working on. It was a highly detailed koi fish, so you sat at your easel, a blue-tipped orange flame emitting from your pointer finger as you shaded the scales. Lost in concentration, with your face scrunched up staring closely at the wood panel, you didn’t hear or see the figure walking into the shop.

It wasn’t until he cleared his throat loudly that you looked up, the flame quickly dispersing from your fingertip.

It was Zuko, standing at the entry of your shop. A sheepish smile shown on his face, as you quickly took in his attire. The Fire Lord was wearing commoner clothes, with a large brimmed hat partially covering his face. If you hadn't met Zuko before in his armour and royal gear, you would not have noticed anything off about him. Even though he always looked so confident in his royal amour, with purpose and poise, he appeared to be almost carefree, relaxed in these kinds of clothes. Although, he was acting mighty awkwardly, just standing at the entrance of your shop.

After clearing his throat, he gave you a small wave, “Hello, Y/N.”

“Uhh, hi!” you smiled, unsure of his presence and of what you should do.

He continued, walking a little further into the shop, “Well um, sorry to interrupt your artwork, but today my Uncle gave me a little gift. He, uh, gave me the day off so he’s standing in as Fire Lord today. The role has been really weighing on me and I am pretty young for all the work and knowledge it requires, and…”

Zuko trailed off, realizing he was rambling. He had been looking everywhere around the shop besides at you, so when he finally made eye-contact, you gave him an encouraging smile.

He grinned slightly, looking down at his feet, “So yeah, I don’t really get these kinds of days, and was hoping, that uh, you would like to spend it with me?”

After he finally asked his question he stared at you, worry sparkling in his eyes, wondering what your response would be. It took a second for you to digest the question; You were simply surprised he would ask you of all people to join him.

Not before long, a huge smile, ear to ear, flashed on your face, immediately putting Zuko at ease. “I would love to!” You got up, putting all your materials away in a rush, before turning to him again, giggling, “By the way, I love the little disguise you have going on.”

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, uh, I like to get out of my uniform whenever I’m not doing anything official.”

“Of course, so what kinds of clothes should I be wearing? Is this okay?” Without thinking, you twirled around, showing your attire, a pair of black leather pants, boots, and a work shirt. You didn’t see him blushing even more when you had turned around.

“Uh, yeah! That would be fine.”

Alright, you bounded over to the Fire Lord, though with how he was acting and his attire, you sort of forgot, and began to lose the rigidity you would usually have around authority and royals, especially the rigid awkwardness you’ve had around him before.

“Where are we off to?” you asked cheerfully, looking up at Zuko.

He grinned down at you, almost cheekily, “I have a place in mind. It’s not too far, we can walk.”

As you began to walk through the streets, an easy conversation struck up between you two. Zuko had explained that he had seen his Uncle that morning, as he was opening up his shop, to find where your own was.

You had chuckled at that, thinking of that cocky grin Iroh had worn when he found out you liked his nephew. “Your Uncle seems to be a very unique man.”

“He is, indeed.” Zuko has nodded in agreement, “He is the wisest person I know. He’s saved me multiple times throughout my life, whether it was from myself or others, he has always been supportive and there for me.”

You hummed, thinking back to the stories that Iroh had told you before you knew that Zuko was the nephew he had been talking about.

“He is extremely proud of you.”

Zuko cocked his head at your statement, before you continued, “Before I knew that you were his nephew, he told me stories of you. Whenever he talks of you, the biggest smile graces his face, always talking about how much you’ve overcome and proud he is of you. It’s obvious he loves you as if you were his own son. It is quite lovely to see, honestly.”

At your words, Zuko choked up, his eyes watering ever so slightly. Alarmed, you looked at him, before stopping him from walking forward, and putting a calming hand on his shoulder.

Quietly, you whispered leaning closer to him, “Are you okay? I’m sorry if I said something.”

He shook his head, looked down at the ground shamefully, “I’ve just done many bad things to my Uncle and it shocks me every time to hear things like that. That he has forgiven me completely for my past.”

You knew of the Fire Lord’s past. Anyone in the Fire Nation knew the stories of the banished prince and his hunt for the Avatar. His betrayals and anger. Yet before you now, all you saw was a man trying to become better. For his family and for his Nation. Who was already better yet trying to improve even more.

A single tear fell down from his scarred eye, and before he could whip it away without you seeing, you reached forward and cupped his face, rubbing the tear away with your thumb, your hand resting on his scarred face soothingly. He turned to you, eyes widening in shock at your actions. And honestly, you were shocked that you had done it yourself. 

With your voice still soft and low, you reassured him, “Your Uncle really is proud of you. And so am I. You deserved to rule this Nation. And I’m not saying that because it’s your birthright, but because you have overcome many things to become a man that would make this Nation proud.”

He smiled weakly at you, before he nodded his head, as if trying to convince himself of those words. Your hand fell to your side, immediately losing the warmth that you hadn’t even realized was radiating off of his skin.

With his face still close to yours, he whispered  “Thank you.” 

Yet when you still heard his voice hurting so bad, you made a second rash decision. Quickly, you pulled him into a tight hug, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hat knocked off in the process. He stiffened at your touch, but soon, his arms lifted and wrapped around your lower back.

He was practically clinging to you, forgoing any personal space as he tucked his face into the side of your neck. Zuko tried to keep his emotions in check, but his breathing deepened, trying to hold back more tears as your one of your hands began to rub the back of his head soothingly, your fingers winding through his long, messy hair.

His voice shuddered again, as he whispered another “Thank you” into your skin. All you could do was nod as your heart began to break even more for the anguished man in front of you.

After his breathing settled, and he regained composure, Zuko pulled away, clearing his throat. You smiled reassuringly at him, pulling away as well.

Trying to lift his mood you asked, you grabbed his hat and handed it to him, flashing to biggest smile possible, trying to channel your cheerfulness into him, “So where is this place you’re taking me?”

The sadness in his eyes slowly seeped away, a calmness overtaking them. The idea of his one free day quickly overshadowing the past. Zuko grinned at you, beginning to walk again with you following, “It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

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[fantastic-bby]

GOT7 vs. jealousy

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: - 

Requested: Yep

Masterlist

Jaebeom

Honestly I feel like Jaebeom would try to hide if he was jealous. He seems like the kind of person who would try and make excuses in his mind to distract himself from actually thinking about his jealousy. But, Jaebeom also seems like the kind of person who would make it obvious when he can’t control it anymore. There’s a limit that he would have to hit before he actually does something about it, and when he does it’s very handsy and touchy with you to make everyone know that you’re taken. 

He would notice from across the room that you were talking with a particular person that was being too nice with you. The way you giggled lightly and tucked your hair behind your ear just makes him feel a little irritated. Jaebeom would have to excuse himself from whoever he’s talking to so that he could make his way over to you. 

He would snake his arm around your waist and press a kiss to your temple to grab your attention. “I think it’s time we head home,” he would suggest softly while glaring daggers at the man you were talking to. 

Mark

Mark also strikes me as the type who wouldn’t want to make it obvious that he’s jealous. Of course, if he saw you talking to someone he didn’t trust or someone who was being a bit too friendly, he wouldn’t exactly do nothing either. He would be more subtle than Jaebeom would be but that’s if he’s able to control himself. We’re all aware of the whole laptop incident and the air con incident, but honestly I don’t think Mark is a violent person. Maybe he has some issues with handling his anger, but I don’t think he would take it too far. 

When Mark sees you talking to someone he doesn’t like, he would get a bit pissed. He would probably wonder why you wouldn’t want to talk to someone who’s more likeable. Silently, Mark would sneak away from his own conversation to make his way over to you. On the outside, he would stay on the more nonchalant side, but he would still make it obvious to you that he doesn’t like the situation. 

He would hold onto your hand and force a smile at the man. If he gets too upset, he would lower his head to your ear and whisper a soft, “Can we leave? Please?” He wouldn’t want to show his anger or any kind of negative emotions if you could get involved. Mark would just want you both to leave so that he could have your attention. 

Jackson 

Oof, okay, Jackson would be very obvious part 1. He would wonder why out of the entire room, you would choose to talk to that person. The moment he would realise who you were talking to, his mood would make a complete 180 degree flip. I’m not saying that he is a very jealous person, I feel like jealousy would be an emotion that he doesn’t feel that much...?? Does that make sense?? Jackson doesn’t seem like the type of person to be overly jealous. I don’t know if it makes sense. Either way, if he’s jealous, he would probably act on it rather than just pushing it away. 

Jackson would make it extremely obvious that he wouldn’t like how close the guy is getting to you. Whether it be him calling you from across the room or him suddenly showing up behind you, Jackson would show that guy that you're his and his only. 

He would pop up behind you and snake an arm around your waist, twirling you around so that you were facing him. You’d look up at him with wide eyes from the sudden gesture, but he’d smile cheekily as he kisses you. “Let’s head home,” he would pull you away from the man and turn around, glaring at him as you leave. 

Jinyoung

I don’t know why I find this funny to imagine, but Jinyoung seems like he would not stand being jealous for even a second. The moment he sees you talking to someone he doesn’t like, it’s an automatic flick of a switch in his mind that says: Get. By. My. Side. Now, I don’t think Jinyoung is possessive, but I do think he’s protective. He knows which people he trusts and who he doesn’t, and it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s that he doesn’t trust the man you’re talking to.

And it’s an immediate reaction. He’s by your side within seconds of noticing you talking to this person. Jinyoung’s arm would be around your waist and he would pull you tighter against him while he takes over the conversation instead before pulling you away from the man as politely as he can. 

Of course, you would be very confused and mildly irritated that Jinyoung would pull you out of a conversation so suddenly. “I don’t think you need to talk to him,” he’d shrug with a smug smile on his face. 

Youngjae

Aww, little baby Youngjae. I love him and he’s always so precious in my eyes. I feel like jealousy might make him feel more sad rather than angry. He probably wouldn’t like to make it obvious either. Like Mark, he would stay on the more subtle and quiet side. Youngjae most likely wouldn’t act on it unless he absolutely cannot bear it anymore. This would most likely mean that he would just watch you for a really long time before he actually does anything about it. Even if he would, it would be very subtle because he wouldn’t want to cause anything that could get you involved. 

Youngjae would tap your shoulder and give you a smile as he holds your hand, glancing over at the person you’re talking to. If he feels more compelled to make it obvious you’re his partner, he would snake his arm around your waist and press a soft kiss to your cheek. He would stick by your side for the rest of the night. 

That is, until he decides that he can’t stand being around that person anymore and he urges you to leave. Youngjae would pull you away the moment the guy turns his attention away, even if it’s for a split second. “Let’s go home, please.” 

BamBam

Welcome to very obvious part 2. We all know that BamBam’s flirty and cocky as fuck. Let’s just multiply that by ten if he’s jealous. He would probably get sulky at first and wonder why you aren’t talking to him instead. I see Bam as someone who would not only be very obvious, but he would also make it more public that you are his partner. He might make it obvious to the whole room with a loud, “Hey! It’s the love of my life!” or maybe a, “My baby!” Just to ward off any lurking eyes that were interested in you. 

So if he were to see you talking to someone who’s being too touchy with you, trust that he would be by your side in a split second. BamBam would not tolerate that person for a second if he doesn’t trust them around you. He would not hesitate to make it obvious that you’re taken by him and that the other guy should back off. 

BamBam would pull you away without much thought and while he’s dragging you away, he’d most likely smack your little booty while the other guy’s watching just to give him more of a warning. As surprised as you’d be, he wouldn’t really give you much of an explanation other than, “Don’t really like that dude.” And give you a pretty cheeky smirk when you’d blush at how handsy he would be.

Yugyeom 

Tiny baby part 2. Yugyeom’s so...I love him so muc homg jhsdjsh he’s such a baby (this is so unprofessional I’m so sorry). But like I’m not sure why I can’t really pinpoint exactly how I’d see Yugyeom acting if he gets jealous. I feel like he’s a mix between acting sweet and subtle like Youngjae but also pretty cocky like BamBam (only because those two share like one single braincell sometimes). But I do feel like since he’s a scorpio, he might act a bit more on the distant/angery side. 

If he saw someone he didn’t like trying to talk to you or flirting with you, he would probably get a bit pissed off. I have this really strong feeling that he would act more passive aggressive and more angry. Most likely, Yugyeom would try and find ways to grab your attention first; arm around the waist, kissing your temple softly, whispering stuff in your ear, etc. to basically get your attention. If you still weren’t paying enough attention to him, then he would get a bit sulky and try a bit more to get your attention. 

Yugyeom might get a bit more handsy if it’s a dark place, but if it’s in a well lit area where people could see where his hands are, then he might whisper in your ear. “If we head home now, we can spend the whole night with just the two of us.” It might be a bit less Yugyeom, but this is how I’d imagine he would react. He just wants you to be with him only. If his mood is dampened by another person, then most likely he would want you to have your attention solely on him.

[the-young-and-forgotten]

A Stroll Down the Hallway

A fic for @johnmurphyisbisexual’s “Writing Challenge”

Prompt: 24. ) “You love me right” “Nope” “oh… Okay…” “No wait I was kidding! Wait!”

Flashbacks in Italics

Prompts in Bold

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Y/n checked the time on her watch for what must’ve been the millionth time. 6.45 am it read, just fifteen more minutes before the Infirmary opens.

It was a couple of days after the full moon and Y/n’s boyfriend of a month was in the infirmary suffering from his injuries from the night before.

Y/n had been friends with him for well over two years now. She’d met him in the library in 5th year, hurriedly studying for the Herbology exam she had forgotten about.

Smiling slightly, Y/n rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes. Her train of thought leaving the station.

It was two days until your Herbology test and Y/n was quietly panicking. Being the messy person she was, she’d totally procrastinated forgotten about it.

The table Y/n was working at was a mess. DADA stuff strewn across the table, random books stacked way above her head and her Herbology notes….. nowhere to be seen. Throwing objects off her cluttered table, she searched frantically. A full-on panic attack was in swing now. After messing up her table even more and possibly losing even more documents, she slumped down on the seat in defeat.

Swiping her hand through her hair a few times, Y/n’s brain whirred, trying to figure out where her papers could’ve ended up. It’s not like she hadn’t taken them with her. She had made sure of it.

Y/n was so immersed in finding these sheets that she didn’t notice someone had stepped up from behind her and was tapping her on the shoulder.

Clearing their throat, they spoke.

“Excuse me, are you looking for these?”

Spinning around, Y/n stared at them holding her notes.

He was a tall boy, around her age. The low sun was shining through the library window from behind him, making his golden-brown hair glow up. It gave him an angelic look. His arm was stretched out towards her, inviting Y/n to take back her papers. An adorable, scrunched up smile was plastered on his face.

“Oh thank you so much!” she practically squeals, blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face. “Where’d you find them?” He lets out a laugh, pointing to a bookshelf a few rows away. “Just over there, in the DADA section. I realised they must belong to the young lady frantically throwing her belongings around like a deranged monkey.”

Blushing, Y/n awkwardly scratched the back of her neck, chuckling with embarrassment.

“Heh, yeah. Organisation has never been my forte.”

“You should see the state of my dorm then.” He states, pulling up a chair and sitting down at her table. He picks up her notes and starts flicking through them. “Anyways, what are you working on here?”

“Herbology...” Y/n says, slumping in her seat. “And I don’t get half of what Kettleburn is saying.”

He lets out a chuckle, before putting an arm over his seat and turning to Y/n. “I feel absolutely stupid for not asking before, what is your name?”

“Oh! I’m Y/n L/n! And you are?”

“Remus. Remus Lupin.” Turning back to the table, he reached down and pulled a few books out of his bag on the floor, plonking them on the table.

“Now, let’s do Herbology together because I don’t understand a word of it either.”

From then on, the two of you became close friends. Your study habits were very similar, so more often than not, you studied together. To Remus’ constant annoyance and Y/n’s embarrassment, James and Sirius had dubbed these as “late-night study dates.”

“Excuse me Miss L/n?”

A voice cut through her thoughts, startling her off the wall she was leaning on. Noticing Madams Pomfrey's slightly amused face, Y/n fumbles for something to say.

“Uhhh sorry, I was in space.” Extremely embarrassed, Y/n feels her face light up like a wildfire.

“Mr Lupin is ready for you to collect him.” She ushers Y/n inside, walking beside her.

“I was a bit shocked when I was treating him. Hardly any injuries! A couple of scars and a broken leg, but those were easily fixed. This has been happening for a while now too! Quite extraordinary!”

Smiling slightly, Y/n’s mind pictured James, Sirius and Peter parading around in their Animagus forms. “Hmm, very weird indeed” she comments, chuckling slightly.

“Anyways, I shall let you take him, but please remind his friends not to overextert him too much today.” At this she does laugh aloud. “That’s gonna be a tough one to handle.” Y/n remarks.

Strolling over to the bed with curtains drawn around it, she peeks her head inside to look at him. Remus lay there, propped up with pillows, undeniably tired and worn but when he noticed Y/n standing there, his face lit up with the same childish grin she had fallen in love with.

“Y/n!” He stretched his arms out to welcome her in. She ran into them, hugging him fiercely. Cupping a hand over his cheek, she stares into his eyes. “You okay? Are you ready to go?” He closes his eyes and leans into her touch before answering. “Yeah, yeah let’s leave. I’m honestly getting quite sick of this place.”

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The door of the infirmary shuts soundly from behind Remus as he walks out, limping a little. Y/n raises an eyebrow at this. “I thought I heard you telling Madam Pomphrey you were completely fine?”

He winks at her. “A little lie never hurt nobody.”

Taking Y/n by the hand, he entwines her fingers with his. Swinging your hands back and forth in a steady rhythm, she lets him lead her along the corridor, Y/n rolls her eyes at his previous statement.

It was quiet for a bit, she was just enjoying the feeling of being beside him once again, before it was disturbed by Remus.

Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I missed you so so much.” He murmurs against them. Smiling a little, she kisses him back.

“You love me right” Y/n’s smile turns into a cheeky one as she looks up at him. “Nope” “oh… Okay…” He lets go of her hand and starts to walk away. “No wait I was kidding! Wait!” Y/n runs after him, rolling her eyes when she notices his shoulders shaking with laughter.

Smacking his arm, Y/n huffs and crosses her arms, feigning annoyance. She couldn’t keep up the facade for long though. Letting herself relax, she tackles him into a hug he gladly reciprocates.

Remus gently pulles out of the hug, grabbing Y/n’s hand again and twirls her around, listening to her musical laughter.

She looked so gorgeous in the soft light coming in from the windows. Y/n could say what she wanted about herself, but Remus thought she was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. His own goddess.

He pulls her body close to him and they dance slowly to the stillness of the corridor and their laughter. He gazes into her eyes, absolutely mesmerised. Everything about her was captivating. It was like she was a drug he was unknowingly taking. And he couldn’t stop. He was well and truly addicted now.

All of a sudden, Remus feels himself buckle against Y/n, she braces herself, slowly holding him up. “What’s wrong love?” Eyes wide with fear and concern.

Remus’ eyes had scrunched up with pain. “I uh-” he grimaces, wincing a little as he tries to put weight on his leg. “It turns out that that lie hurt somebody… that person being me.”

Y/n slings an arm over her shoulder, helping him walk along. “Maybe next time you'll know that lying about an injury and then waltzing in hallways doesn’t cure them.” She wiggles her eyebrows at him, baiting him to answer. “We both know it’s your fault for loving to dance so much. I was merely ensuring your happiness.”

“Or were you just winning me over?” Y/n asks cheekily.

Remus sighs and scratches his neck. “You got me there. You see there’s this Herbology assignment that just does not want to write itself! Quite frustrating really.”

“God knows the only reason you made it through Herbology was because of me.” Y/n sighs.

He smiles down at her in a teasing way.

“That’s probably why we had some of the lowest grades in the class.”

“Says the guy who freaked over whether or not pomegranate was magical.” “Anyone could’ve made that mistake!” He protests, eyes going wide.

“Yeah anyone who’s an idiot.” Y/n teases.

He gives an exasperated groan and stops talking, clearly realising it was pointless to continue this debate.

“But…. I will help you with the assignment.”

He breaks out into a grin and gives her a side hug. “I knew I could win you over eventually!”

“Love, you had me the whole time.” Remus lowers his head as he feels the back of his neck get hot and his face flare up.

Noticing this, Y/n roars with laughter. “You can’t beat me with the cheesy lines Rem. Give up.”

Remus head snaps up, a grin in place, eyes filled with competitiveness. “Oh yeah? Let’s see then!”

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When they finally arrived at the boys dorm, they were breathless with laughter with rosy cheeks.

Remus lifts his arm off your shoulders and stumbles to his bed. Following him, Y/n sits on the edge of it, watching him relax into his covers.

“I’ll leave you now eh?” She says quietly, bending down to kiss him on the forehead.

“No. Stay.” Remus grabs her arm and pulls her down beside him. It was awkward at first, but Y/n soon grew comfortable and settled into his chest.

He raked his fingers through her hair and absentmindedly hums a little tune. A smile plays on Y/n’s face. It was simple things like this that Y/n loved about their relationship.

“I love you, you know” Remus whispers into her hair.

“With all my heart.” She whispers back.

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[your-nerd-is-showing]

Chapter Two: First Date

Chapter one

You and Gojo went to get ready.

“I’m taking over your bathroom.” You said as you grabbed your suitcase.

“Awwwwww, you mean I don’t get a show?” He said jokingly.

“Nope, not yet!” You stuck out your tongue cheekily at him as you disappeared into the bathroom.

“Not fair!” He yelled, chasing after you and almost running head first into the door you’d just slammed shut.

“He’s something else,” you chuckled to yourself as you slipped off your clothes and entered the bath. Soon you could hear nothing but the sound of water spraying down your shoulders and dripping from your hair, as you lathered soap all over yourself and allowed the misty wetness of the shower to rinse your worries temporarily away. You hadn’t felt so refreshed in a long while... it was as if you were a different person by the time you got out of the shower and made your way over to the mirror to dry your hair. You dabbed your long (H/C) locks dry and twirled them round your curling iron, taking care not to overdo it and risk ruining your hair texture. “Now time for makeup!” You were careful not to overdo your makeup, just a simple smoky eye with liner and mascara to make your beautiful (E/C) eyes pop would suffice.

Finally, it was time to put on your figure-hugging purple corset dress. Its sweetheart neckline exposed just the right amount of cleavage, giving you enticing curves at the front, and the skirt hugged your hips snugly to emphasize your shapely figure. You wiggled your way into the dress and tightened the ribbons to achieve the perfect hourglass shape. “Perfect!” You said to yourself admiring how beautiful you looked in the mirror and shook your hips. “Damn I’m hot!” You said with newfound confidence as you wiggled your butt, the skirt swishing upwards to show off your lace thong. You finished up at last and slipped your black stiletto pumps on. “One final check to make sure everything is perfect.” You said as you twirled around again in front of the mirror – like a princess preparing for an important ball. But you didn’t quite trust the mirror enough; just to be safe, you took out your phone and snapped a few photos of yourself posing, with your head tilted back and the most dazzling smile on your face.

“(Y/N) are you ready? It’s getting late!” Satoru’s voice from the other side of the door shook you out of your trance at last. As the door swung open, you saw his eyes lighting up in awe as they traveled down your body. “Holy shit (Y/N) yo-you look absolutely gorgeous!” He said as he gazed upon you. “I think I have a new found love for corsets. God damn (Y/N)! Please tell me you own more corsets and that you brought at least one more with you.”

“Yes, I do own more corsets, but I didn’t bring any others with me….. Satoru my eyes are up here!” You snapped your fingers in his face to yank his focus away from your cleavage.

“You could knock someone out with your boobs! I never realized just how nice they really were (Y/N).” He smirked as he reached for your breasts playfully.

You rolled your eyes at Gojo as you swatted his hands away. “Behave Mister! You at least have to take me on a date before I let you do anything else.” You said sticking out your tongue.

“Keep sticking out that tongue missy and I’ll give it something to do.” He teased smugly giving you a sexual smirk as he bit his lower lip.

You inched closer to Gojo. “Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?” You asked narrowing your eyes as you stuck out your tongue again teasing him.

“This!” He pulled you into his arms kissing you deeply as he pushed you against the wall. He broke the kiss trailing his lips down your neck.

Instantly his intoxicating cologne invaded your nostrils making you go weak in the knees at how amazing he smelled. “F-fuck Sa-to-ru! S-stop p-pleaseeeeee.” You moaned out as he bit your neck making you tremble.

“I’m sorry I just can’t help it….” He cupped your face leaning in close. “You’re just so much fun to tease, I love the way you react to me when I touch you turning you on. Plus you smell like a cupcake…. I have an enormous sweet tooth and I just wanna eat you up!” Gojo seductively licked his lips.

“I-I'm not turned on….” You replied shifting your eyes lying horribly.

“I call bullshit! I know you’re turned on (Y/N) you’re a hot trembling mess right now in my arms.” He replied taking your chin between his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up to look at him.

You averted Gojo's gaze.

“See! You can’t even look me in the eyes when I call you out!” He said teasing you as he grabbed your butt feeling bare skin. Gojo moved his hand up feeling the lace fabric of your thong he took his fingers and snapped it making you moan. He smirked at you. “Did you wear a thong just for me beautiful? Does this mean I'm getting lucky with you tonight?” His ocean blue orbs instantly lit up like a child on Christmas.

You gave him a smirk. “I don’t know? Let’s see where the night takes us.” You said as you ran your finger down his chest. “If you’re good maybe you’ll get lucky with me in some way.”

“Oooooooh in what way?” He asked getting excited.

“Well I’m not giving myself up completely to you yet…. You still need to work for that. So you’ll just have to wait for later and find out how far I will let you go.” You grabbed his collar pulling Gojo in tenderly kissing his lips.

“Well then let’s get going!” He eagerly held out his arm for you to take.

You stepped into his embrace instantly his arm was protectively wrapped around you.

“Are you ready for an amazing night beautiful?” He asked as you stepped out the door with him.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Yes I am Satoru.”

“Lets go wait for the Uber.”

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“Everyone is staring at us Satoru! It’s making me feel uncomfortable.” You said to Gojo as your eyes darted around the room catching nasty looks from a bunch of girls. “These girls look like they wanna rip me to shreds!” You said shifting uncomfortably in the booth.

Gojo pulled you into his lap wrapping you in a comforting embrace. “They're just jealous because you have me all to yourself.” He smiled and kissed your lips trying to make you feel better.

You buried your face in his neck trying to hide yourself. “But why? I'm sure most of these girls have already gotten with you….” You mumbled into his neck. You took a deep breath in smelling Satoru's wonderful scent, instantly it calmed you down.

“It’s because of the way I am acting with you….” Started Gojo as he rested his head on top of yours. “I never show affection like this towards a girl I'm just hooking up with, but you’re different from any of the other girls. You’re special to me.” Gojo looked at you with his inhumanly beautiful galaxy blue orbs smiling at you warmly as he played with your hair, all your worries started to disappear as he comforted you.

“How?” You asked picking your head up, searching his endless ocean blue eyes.

“Because when I am with you I see something more than just a random hook up. I want to get to know you (Y/N)…. Something about you is driving me crazy, making me want you more than anything and I don’t know why, but I want to find out so damn bad…. You very well may be the girl to tame me.” He said smiling at you sweetly. “Now are you ready to go to the club and dance with me? Or would you like to skip the club and just go back to my apartment?”

“Well I have never been to a club before so I am curious to go to one, but….” You trailed off.

“But what?” He asked taking your hands in his, getting excited.

You giggled in a flirty manner as you playfully pushed Gojo. “Satoru you’re certainly eager to get me home!” You said coyly.

He gave you a goofy grin and nodded his head. “Yessssss! Yes I am!”

“Well mister eager pants you’ll just have to wait!” You smirked at Gojo. “I wanna go to the club.”

Gojo groaned in annoyance. “You just love to torture me baby girl, don’t you?” He asked teasing you as he ran his fingers down your arm making you shiver.

You gave Gojo a cheeky smile and nodded your head as you got off his lap. “Come on babe the faster we go to the club the faster you get me home.”

He looked at you shocked. “Did you just call me ‘babe’?”

“Do you not want me to?” You asked shyly as your cheeks flushed a deep red.

“No, no, no I want you to…. I'm just not used to it, you kinda caught me off guard with that one…. Baby.” He winked at you giving you a devilish grin.

You turned even redder as he called you that.

“You are so cute when you blush!” Gojo kissed your nose making you turn into a tomato.

Meanwhile the same group of girls from earlier were staring you and Gojo down.

“Absolutely disgusting!” Started one of the girls. “Just look at the way Gojo is acting with that girl!” She scoffed.

“Yeah he never acted like that with me!” Another girl chimed in. “It’s like she has him whipped or something! What is her vagina made of fucking gold or something!?”

“It’s pathetic he’s like a lovesick puppy! How unattractive!” Scoffed another girl.

The group of girls continued to stare as you made goo-goo eyes with Gojo.

He noticed the group of girls glaring at you, he rolled his eyes before kissing the top of your head. “Okay let’s get going baby!” He said loudly so the group of girls heard him.

The girls faces went from disgusted to shocked.

“D-did he just call her ‘baby’!?” One of the girls said.

Another girl shot out of her seat. “Oh my God someone was able to land Gojo as a boyfriend and it’s a fucking Freshman!?” Blurted the girl.

You and Gojo both looked at the group of girls and laughed at them.

“Is there an issue girls?” You started. “What are you jealous that a mere Freshman is the girlfriend of the hottest, most desired man on campus?”

“Why you little bitch!” Yelled one of the girls as you and Gojo turned to leave.

“Wow how unattractive to make a scene like this in such a nice place! Grow up.” Stated Gojo as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Yikes, those girls were crazy.” You said trying to avoid the fact that you just called Satoru your boyfriend as you and him walked out of the restaurant.

“So I'm your boyfriend now?” Asked Gojo smugly as he pulled you into his strong embrace, with a big grin plastered to his gorgeous face stretching from ear to ear.

“I got caught up in the moment?” You looked at him lying badly once again.

“Uh no I don’t think so missy. Would you care to try again?” He poked your nose. “Reset!” He laughed.

“I-I-I I got nothing to counter with on this one.” You sighed in defeat and held your hands up. “You caught me I surrender Satoru I'm y-.”

“Oooooooh!” Gojo interrupted you getting excited. “Wait, why are you surrendering? (Y/N) you uh kinda lost me on this. A little help please beautiful?” He said pouting.

You rolled your eyes giving him a ‘are you serious' look. “Wow really? IF YOU WOULD LET ME FINISH!” You started to laugh.

“I’m sorry I heard you say you surrendered to me and my thoughts got the better of me.”

“CAN YOU GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER FOR FIVE MINUTES!?” You yelled getting frustrated.

“No, you know just for that you can wait or try and figure out what I was going to say on your own.” You said smugly. “If I remember when we get home from the club I'll tell you then.” You trotted away shaking your butt just enough so your skirt flew up showing off your amazing ass with that sexy lace thong.

Gojo was completely entranced, holding out his hands to grab it he ran up behind you perfectly cupping your cheeks with his giant hands as he gently clapped them together. Giggling you pushed your butt up against Satoru's crotch teasing him as you wiggled it pressing against him more before twirling around. “H-hey now! You know for someone who is a virgin you’re a naughty little girl.” He caught you mid-twirl making you face him as he rested his hands on your hips. “(Y/N) you keep teasing me like this I won’t want to go to the club.” You shook your hips dancing in Satoru's arms as you grabbed his shirt yanking him in closer kissing his lips.

“Then get me to the club I'm dying to dance! I love club music!” You grabbed his hand starting to dance with him.

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The club was filled with people, music was blasting as the neon lights went to the beat of the bass. You and Gojo we’re completely lost in each other as you grinded on him to the beat of the music, he had never seen anything so hot in his entire life as he grabbed your ass pulling you in closer to him your body was is perfect sync with his as you danced. The song finally ended and you stepped off the dance floor with Gojo to get a drink, you walked up to the bar with him. “Wanna do a shot with me pretty girl?”

“Only if I can pick it!” You responded.

“Okay you’re on!” Gojo replied smugly.

“What'll it be?” Asked the bartender.

“Two alien brain hemorrhages please!” You responded.

“Coming right up!”

“What the hell is an alien brain hemorrhage?” Gojo questioned you.

“Only my favorite shot!” Was all you said as the bartender made your drinks. “Cheers!” You cheered Gojo and downed the shot.

“Hey that was pretty good!”

“I told you!” You replied confidently.

“Excuse me can we get two more rounds of this?” Gojo asked catching the bartender as he walked by.

“Sure! Coming right up!”

“We going shot for shot again Satoru-kun?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yea why not? I wanna go home drunk with you plus to be completely honest I’m not big into drinking I’m a total lightweight so a few shots will do me good and I actually like what you chose for a shot baby girl.”

You and Gojo did a few more shots, both of you started feeling nice and tipsy suddenly you heard the start of your favorite techno song, grabbing Gojo's hand you yanked him onto the dance floor. “Woah what’s the rush?” Gojo asked pulling you into his arms.

~Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“This is my favorite song!” You replied as you pushed your butt against Satoru's crotch wrapping his hands around your waist.

~Take a little bite of my eager neck~

You spun around grinding up against Satoru as you sensually bit his neck making him moan as you pulled him into you.

~Let the burning keep me in check~

He looked at you with a burning passion in his eyes as he pulled you in closer to him, his senses going haywire as you wrapped your leg around him pressing your crotch against his hand.

~Overflowing, I cant deny the lust I feel around you~

He grabbed onto your waist snapping his hips against your crotch turning both of you on even more.

~Want a feeling that I'll never forget

How about I make your appetite wet?~

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as he snapped his hips into you again your head tilted back as you moaned loudly.

~Delusions about this, every night and day~

Between Satoru grinding on you and the intense bass of the music, you were getting so turned on as you grabbed his neck attacking his lips.

Satoru saw how turned on you were “I wanna make you mine.” He whispered in your ear right when the song said it making you go crazy as you moaned out.

~Just slowly trace a line right down my back, I'll feel it right in my soul!~

The bass dropped and you quickly with it as you ran your hands over Satoru's crotch feeling his growing problem, you knew he would be pulling off the dance floor at any moment.

~Love will never mean I have to think you're right~

You came back up, Satoru pulled you right in grinding against you to the beat of the music.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

His hands traveled under your skirt grabbing at your ass, snapping your thong over and over again.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru's other hand traveled towards the front in between your legs.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

Gasping at the sudden friction your hips bucked wildly as his palm rubbed against your thong.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

You looked deep into his ocean orbs moaning out as he kept his hand between your legs.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

‘Accidently' one of his fingers slipped inside you.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

That was it the feeling of your tight dripping pussy around his finger ruined Satoru.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned into Satoru's mouth as his finger went deeper inside you.

~Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“Ah, ah, ah, ah! Heh, heh.” You went in perfect sync with the song pulling Satoru closer into you gently nibbling his lower lip.

~Drowning deep within this love sensation~

Satoru couldn’t take it anymore you were turning him on so much, he pulled you off the dance floor and called a Uber as you left the club.

~Getting lost in the sex vibrations

Now I'm ready for take off, brace yourself for an explosion~

You waited outside for the Uber, Satoru was standing behind you rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as he pressed his growing bulge against you while kissing your neck making you lose yourself in his touch.

~For this trick, rip off your SHIRT

come on, follow me, I’ll show you thirst~

The Uber finally came, Satoru opened the door for you to get in, he got right in behind you instantly turned his attention to you as he started making out with you passionately.

Kissing him roughly you straddled his waist bucking your hips against his crotch making Satoru moan into your mouth as you ripped his shirt open.

~It’s alright, Let’s GET FLYING we’re starting~

“Hey you two! Keep it in your pants til you get home!” Yelled the driver as he glanced at the time of arrival to see how long he would have to bare the sounds of your lewd moans. “Only seven minutes thank God.”

~Don’t you worry my DARLING~

Satoru sneakily slipped his hand into your thong gently rubbing your clit. “Shhhhh keep quiet so we don’t get caught baby girl.” He whispered into your ear as he slipped his finger inside you again.

~Instead of labels can't we say we're friends~

You buried yourself into his neck to stifle your moans as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

~I'd rather take you as you are without an oath~

Faster and faster he fingered you, making it almost impossible to stay quiet. You lifted your head up hungrily attacking his lips.

~Love will never mean you have to think I'm right~

You were so drunk on Satoru your body moved on it’s own as your hips bucked again, making his finger go deeper.

~We were never gonna give marriage a try~

“HEY YOU'RE HOME!” Yelled the Uber driver bringing the two of you back to reality.

~Coz I always thought you'd find another guy~

“Thanks for the ride man!” Satoru replied as he took out his phone to rate the driver and give him a generous tip for having to put up with the show.

~Holding onto every time you died inside~

You and Satoru got out of the car stumbling your way down the hall to his apartment.

~Take a look into my heart to give you life~

You didn’t even make it into his apartment, he couldn’t take it anymore pinning you up against the wall, his lust getting the better of him. He grabbed at your ass trying to take off your thong as he grinded against you kissing you deeply.

~Make a choice to either hide or stay in sight~

You stopped Satoru's attack on your lips. “Sa-to-ru…. Do you really wanna give your neighbors a show Satoru?” You pointed to an open door and two pairs if eyes watching you and Satoru.

~Gotta hurry coz I won't reveal my side of the story don't you see I've got it held up in my mind~

He glanced over at the prying eyes and picked you up running into his apartment.

~As the world around you is crumbling down (I've got you with my spell)~

He locked the door and ran straight into his room throwing you onto the bed.

~The only one that you can count on is yourself~

“I've been waiting for this all day my sweet, sweet (Y/N).” Started Satoru as he parted your legs, pulling off your thong. “Now pretty girl what can I do to you?” He asked gently pushing two fingers in hoping you being distracted would let him go further with you.

~I don't ever wanna fall in love~

“Sa-to-ruuuu!” You moaned out. “Fu-fuck.” You whimpered as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

~Just let me play the game, make your skin feel numb~

“(Y/N) just give into your desires.” Satoru whispered into your ear as he ran his fingers over your soft skin making you tremble beneath him. “I see it in your eyes you’re trying so hard to fight it baby girl.”

~You could call my name, pretend to love for fun~

He was right you wanted him to do everything to you but, you wanted to make him wait. You took a deep breath in gathering your thoughts and coming down from your high. “S-Satoru, I-I want you to come up here and kiss me…. I love kissing you.”

~'Cause I don't care when you suck on my tongue~

Satoru did so, you attacked his lips kissing him deeply moaning into his mouth as his fingers went deeper.

~Can't you see, tonight you'll end up mine?~

Your hands traveled down unbuttoning his pants, taking his member out you gasped at the girth you felt as you wrapped your small hands around it.

~I'll do you fast and hard, you're gonna end up blind~

Satoru moaned out loudly at the sudden surprise. “Mmmmmm (Y/N) eager aren’t we little cupcake?” Cooed Satoru as he leaned in kissing your neck and started to untie your corset.

~I'll give you a sign and then you'll see in no time!~

All the air left your body as he finished undoing your corset. Your eyes fluttered closed as he took your dress off exposing you completely. Your face turned bright red, you wanted to hide, never in your life did you feel so vulnerable than in that moment. Your skin became hotter and hotter by the second as your heart tried to beat out of your chest. Deep inside you were panicking.

~All Right! All the tension, killer engine~

Satoru could feel the tension starting to build inside you. “(Y/N) if you want me to stop just say so…. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said in a soothing voice instantly calming you down.

~Let's go, we're gonna BURN BURN BURN~

You inhaled a deep breath trying to gather yourself. “No Satoru please don’t stop…. This is amazing yet terrifying at the same time…. I’ve never been touched like this…. I’ve…. Never felt like this. Please do more to me Satoru.”

~What you want my lovin' for?~

“Well love what will you let me do to you?” He asked again this time actually wanting an answer from you.

~Stop begging me for more~

“I want you to d-do e-ev-everything to-to me-“

“Really!?” He said cutting you off. “You do!?” Satoru jumped at your approval getting ahead of himself he started to strip.

“Woah hold on a minute Satoru I'm not finished talking!” You shouted as he got on top of you pressing his member against your thigh. “F-fuck.” You wined out as his tip gently grazed your clit. “Th-this isn’t helping…. How do I say no when you’re literally on top of me looking at me like that.” A frustrated sigh left your lips.

He kept looking at you his ocean eyes filled with lust, wonder and excitement all melding together at once.

~Dance away your feelings and move to the sound~

“God damnit you’re making it so hard right now….” You mumbled.

“Did I make you crash? You can’t even form a coherent thought (Y/N).” Satoru said teasing you.

“Well gee I wonder why Satoru? I only have the sexiest man ever on top of me trying to fuck me.” You replied giving him a disgruntled look.

“And there she is! Okay can you give me a straight answer now darling?”

“What do you mean by that Satoru?” You questioned the white-haired man.

“You're calmer now aren’t you?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Then now that you’re thinking clearly I can get a straight answer from you?”

You started to tremble again.

“Why are you acting like this (Y/N)?” Satoru asked his voice laced with concern as he got off of you.

“Y-you're just so intimidating Satoru.”

“But you’ve been teasing me all day why are you so nervous now?”

“I mean I can talk the talk Satoru but I am still a virgin so being in a intimate setting like this I'm scared, all these sensations are all so new to me…. I mean yea I’ve masturbated before but this is nothing like that…. This is so much better.” You took a deep breath in. “Okay I'm okay! I'm not ready to go all the way but you can do anything else to me Satoru.” You smiled and tenderly kissed his lips.

~Come on baby, GET DOWN!~

With that approval Satoru instantly went down on you. “Oh my Godddddddd!” You moaned out as he sucked on your clit. “F-fuck Sa-to-ruuuuu!” You wined out tugging on his soft white hair as you became a puddle at his touch.

~Love will never mean we have to think we're right~

Satoru ate you out like an animal that didn’t have a meal in weeks. The sound of him licking up your juices echoed through the room, that wonderful sound turned the both of you on so much….. Never in your life did you think someone could make you that wet.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

Your breath hitched as you felt the knot in your stomach start to pulse, you were getting close to an orgasm. “F-fu-fuckkkkk Sa-Sa-Satoruuuu I'm-I'm c-cu-cummmmmminggggggg!” You wailed out as your walls tightened around his fingers you came gushing into his mouth. You heard faint moans coming from Satoru as he licked up every last drop of your juices.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru finally came up for air, he had a huge smirk plastered to that gorgeous face of his. “Baby girl you taste delicious!” He cooed as he leaned in to kiss you making you taste yourself.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

“Why is this so hot?” You thought to yourself as Satoru sloppily kissed you making your juices dribble down your chin.

You broke the kiss and looked at him with a smirk stretched from ear to ear. “Lay down I wanna try something.” He did so, you got on his chest so you were in the 69 position.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

“Wait (Y/N) are you going to do what I think?” He asked you getting all excited.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

You didn’t answer him, instead you let your tongue do the talking as you licked the milky pre-cum off his tip, making him shiver at your touch. You let out a soft giggle as you slowly worked your way down his shaft paying the most careful attention to each part as you licked grazing your piercing over the smooth skin.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

“(Y-Y/N-N) you’re v-very na-naughty for a v-virgin.” Satoru moaned out as you encircled your mouth around his tip, making him gasp at the wonderful feeling. “F-fuck (Y-Y/N-N)!” He whined out as he grabbed your ass diving back into your soaking core.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned out making your tongue vibrate against his shaft as you took it in it’s entirety down your throat causing Satoru to buck his hips almost making you choke.

~Let the power of desire unleash~

You continued to lick and suck taking complete control, Satoru stopped eating you out and just laid there becoming a hot mess beneath you.

~(Can't take this anymore)~

“Oh my God (Y/N) your tongue piercing feels a-am-amazinggggggg. If you k-keep this up I’m-I'm gonna burst!” Satoru moaned out as you deep throated him again. “F-fuck baby girl I'm getting close to cumming! G-gahhhhhh!”

~Without a second thought my passion slowly burns~

You continued to work Satoru until he couldn’t take it anymore, he came in your mouth and you took every last drop. Gently you sucked on the tip making him squirm finally you released yourself from his member.

Satoru pulled you off him and laid you down next to him as he pulled you in close. “Baby girl that was amazing!” He cooed as he kissed the top of your head.

~So take control and show me what it's worth~

“Would you believe me if I said that was my first blow job ever?” You asked him.

“No I wouldn’t.” He chuckled. “Well you’re really, really good at it! In fact that was one of the best ones I’ve ever had. That tongue piercing is something else.”

You blushed at the compliment. “T-thank you Satoru.” You rested your head on his chest and soon fell into a deep blissful sleep.

@divine-delight @g-umi @sassyeahhhh @marimagines @floweryimagine

[platinumsun490]

Sonic and Friends: Last of Us AU-Dance Scene

HEY! I know this a pretty big difference from what I usually post, but a person on tumblr, solar-socks, has recently made a Sonic the hedgehog Last of us 2 au that lots of people already enjoy. I know I love it. If you want, go check out their work on it and you’ll probably get more insight on how this is suddenly what I’m going to be posting for the next few days.

ANYWAY TO THE STORY SONADOW FANS WELCOME IF YOU AIN’T A FAN HATE AIN'T WELCOME

Long white lights hanging from the ceiling illuminated the dark oakwood dance floor below it as people, humans and Mobians, were dancing together in a quick and upbeat motion. Some parents were dancing with children, while lovers and friends glided across the floor.

Sonic, who had just gotten back from a patrol, took another sip of his drink and leaned against the bar, watching like a wallflower instead of socializing. His emerald green eyes scanned everyone in the crowd until they landed on Shadow, who was making quite the scene dancing with a human female child. He twirled her around, earning a giggle and a big smile.

Sonic chuckled softly, then turned to look at Silver as he came up beside him. He had changed into some more casual clothing than all the stuff he and the others wore on missions and patrols, just like Sonic. Ears flicking down on his head when the music got louder, he muttered to himself, “I hate these things.”

“Tell me about it,” Sonic muttered back.

Silver nodded once, a sign of mutual agreement, then said, “Your…old man really laid into me today.”

“What happened?” Sonic asked, actually quite curious as to what could’ve made Tom mad now.

“Another big lecture about my patrols. Don’t go here. Don’t go there. Funny how involved he gets whenever you’re scheduled to go out.”

“Yeah…”

The conversation promptly faded, and the two hedgehogs resorted to watching Shadow continue to dance with the little girl and other children. They seemed to really love him, getting him to show a side of himself most people didn’t know he had. “Someone’s putting on a show,” Sonic heard Silver say. He simply huffed with a smirk as the song ended and people clapped for the band’s performance. “You should ask him for a dance.”

At that, Sonic almost spit sprayed his drink on an old couple passing by. After apologizing profusely to them, he whirled around on Silver, muzzle flushing a faint pink, and said, “Why on Earth should I do that?”

Silver rolled his eyes. Sonic and Shadow clearly had feelings for each other, but both of them were too scared to say or do anything about it. Put them in a horde of Infected, no problem. Ask them to talk about how they feel, down for the count.

Taking Sonic’s hand, Silver practically dragged him out on the dancefloor, and when he showed resistance, the ivory hedgehog started pushing towards Shadow. “Go ask him for a dance! It was funny at first, but now it’s just ridiculous how you two avoid this all day, every day.” Eventually, they reached Shadow, who was waving goodbye to the little kids.

He jumped back in surprise when he saw Sonic and Silver suddenly so close to him, but he regained himself, clearing his throat and fiddling with his sleeves. “Hey, you two. What’s going on?”

Silver grinned cheekily as he nudged Sonic closer, who was stunned into silence in embarrassment. “Sonic here wants to know if he can have a dance with you. You’re free right now, aren’t you?”

Silver had to fight from laughing when Shadow blushed at his question, so he walked away from the pair, praying to whatever deity was out to work their magic. Sonic finally snapped out of it long enough to hold out a shaking hand and look down at the floor, saying, “You…um, wanna dance?” Shadow gulped, clearly nervous, but he agreed, taking Sonic’s hand, before realizing the next song the band was playing was a slow song.

Slowly but surely, Sonic placed his hands on Shadow’s hips, gently pulling him closer until there was barely any room between them. Shadow put his hands on Sonic’s shoulder, thought about it, then wrapped his arms around his neck. They swayed from side to side, mainly avoiding eye contact. Noticing Sonic’s nervousness, Shadow took a deep breath and said, “Sonic I have a very serious question for you.”

Sonic looked up in confusion, then concern. Shadow leaned in, like he was about to tell a secret. “How bad do I smell?” Shadow asked with the greatest poker face Sonic had ever seen.

The blue blur snorted softly and laughed quietly, as if the setting they were in called for no noise whatsoever. With a sarcastic eye roll, he leaned to the side to take a whiff of Shadow’s scent. “Like a hot pile of garbage,” Sonic answered with a thoughtful look on his face.

Truthfully, Shadow actually smelled very clean, probably having taken a shower after patrol. He was just a little musky from all the dancing he had done. Still, Sonic wanted to mess with him just a bit.

Shadow raised his eyebrows in mock offense. “Oh! Okay.” Before Sonic could ask what he was doing, Shadow tightened his hold on Sonic and rubbed his face against his, laughing when the blue groaned in irritation. “How about that?”

“Gross,” Sonic laughed.

“You love it,” Shadow mumbled. He then hugged Sonic as they continued to dance, putting his chin on Sonic’s shoulder and closing his eyes, enjoying the moment. He opened them when, surprisingly, he felt Sonic’s body grow a bit tense.

The blue was looking around at those who were either dancing together or not, and not everyone had happy expressions. “Every person in this room is staring at you right now,” he whispered.

“Maybe they’re staring at you,” Shadow shot back in his ear, making it flick at the brush of the ebony’s warm breath.

“They’re not,” Sonic stuttered softly.

Shadow mused this for a second, then guessed, “Maybe they’re jealous of you.”

“I’m…just a hedgehog. Not a threat.” Something about that statement didn’t sit well with either of them, for different reasons, of course. Shadow moved his head and brushed a stray hair of one of Sonic’s quills back into place. He finally looked Sonic right in the eyes, ruby red locking with emerald green.

“Oh, Sonic……I think they should be terrified of you.” Slinking his hands around Sonic’s neck, Shadow leaned in, closing his eyes as he did. Sonic froze when he felt his friend’s pair of lips on his. They were a bit chapped, but soft and comforting, in a way. When Shadow broke the kiss, Sonic thought it was over too soon.

He decided to take a chance, just like Shadow had done, and kissed him, this time with more of a reaction. It wasn’t a dirty kiss, but it wasn’t chaste. It wasn’t a quick peck, but it wasn’t a long lip lock.

Finally, they broke apart with foreheads pressed together and soft smiles gracing their features. Silver, who had watched the whole ordeal at the bar, smiled brightly as he ordered another drink.

Finally, something had happened.

[kidney9-9]

Surfboard (Steve Rogers)

Hi guys! Hope you enjoy this smutty Steve Rogers x Reader! Taglist and asks/requests are open :)

Masterlist

Steve Rogers x Reader (Smut/Fluff) Warnings: public (somewhat), switch!Steve, male receiving bj, orgasm denial, thigh riding, and praise kink Word Count: 1.4k

You slowly pushed yourself along with the surfboard, in a calm rate. The ocean shimmering in beauty, and slow waves barely hit you. The reflection of the sun radiated off the surface, as you sat yourself atop of the surfboard. You could see all the way to the bottom, the clear ocean gifting you the sight of the mystery that lurks under you. Beautiful and peaceful fish swam underneath you, near the rocks at the bottom. The rocks all were unique in shapes and sizes and you gently placed your hands back into the salty water.

Your boyfriend, already floating in the water slowly comes your way with a lazy grin. “It’s perfect.” Steve spoke, listening to the rise and fall of the waves, as he floated near you. He placed his hand on your thigh, slowly running his fingers up and down, watching the water droplets come down your skin.

The water was lukewarm, and the weather was perfect. The two of you were alone on the secluded beach, enjoying the water and each other’s company. You smiled down to Steve, and rested one hand on his chest, as he continued to float and hold your thigh. His eyes were shinning and cheeks ablaze in a small sunburn. His chest gleaming underneath your hand, and his shorts slowly rising.

“Steve, you’re fuckin’ stunning.” You smirk out, making Steve hold his breath slightly. His hand started traveling up your thigh even more than before. He sent you a look, basically telling you not to start, and it started making you squirm and grin. Your hand on his chest also began traveling lower down his stomach, making Steve squeeze your leg harshly.

“You really going to do this?” Steve questioned, leading into a groan as you brought your hand back up to his hair, pulling at it slightly. You hummed for a second, head tilting, “Do what?” You queried back, tone dripping in feigned innocence.

“We’re out in the fucking ocean, in public.” Steve bit back, pausing to breathe in deeply. “Do you really want me to fuck you out here?” You smirked at his response and nodded shyly back. It was a fantasy of yours, to one day have sex on the beach. It sounded like a mess but whenever you thought about it, it left you blushing for hours.

“Yes, please.” You said back sweetly, as if this was a normal request. Steve shook his head in disbelief, letting go of his grip on your thigh, and moving away from your hand. In one position, he flipped the surfboard over, making you flip into the water. He climbed up onto the surfboard, grinning cheekily down to you. You huffed out the water that came into your mouth and rolled your eyes to him.

“Earn it.” Steve spoke out, watching as your figure moved closer to the surfboard and holding onto the side of it. You rolled your eyes once again at his words but smiling back innocently as your other hand drawled back behind your neck, settling on the string of your bikini top. Slowly, you tug the knot out of place, letting it fall over your chest, and then you unhooked the bottom of the top as well. In a teasing motion, you take the bikini top and drag it up on Steve’s leg.

Meanwhile Steve felt hit heart starting to beat faster, his pupils widening while watching down on your actions. His hand reached out to touch you, but you raised your eyebrows at him and with a shake of your head, you drifted backwards.

Steve couldn’t hold back the groan that came out, now watching you float away from him. His swimsuit now becoming tight around him, and he shifted around. “Steve, hmm,” You pause, watching as his face twisted into one of almost agony. A hand of yours fitted nicely around one of your breasts, twirling your nipple and barely holding back a laugh. “I don’t want to play your games right now. I get to decide.” You finished up, now twirling back around the surfboard.

“Fine! Okay, just get over here.” Steve snapped back. His irritation playing a role with his arousal. You grinned brazenly back, happy he agreed with you. You wanted to lead in this one, and now you shifted Steve’s legs closer to the edge, causing Steve to lean back on his hands.

The water barely bothered you, as you pulled his semi hard out of his pants. The water rippling seemed to calm down almost completely around the two of you, making you grin as you sent a small kiss to the head. Steve breathed in harshly while watching you. You turned your head back to face him, and with raised eyebrows you murmured, “No touching, baby.”

Steve groaned at your words, as you leaned back down to send a little teasing lick around the head. You opened your mouth and slowly guided him in, moaning at the taste and the size of him now expanding in your mouth. You pulled back away, and slowly sent a long lick down the base, twirling back up around his vein and open mouth kissed around the head again.

Steve’s breaths now coming unevenly and shallow. Your legs kick under you trying to stay in place as you took him back in your mouth. You pushed yourself all the way down to the point you felt his hair hitting your nose. Moaning again, you moved back and forth, starting to taste more and more of his precum.

The obnoxious noises you made, had gotten Steve groaning loudly, closing his eyes and leaning back. He started to feel he was almost at his climax and opened his mouth to tell you, “Ah, fuck, you’re so fucking good. I’m about to-” Steve cut himself off with a loud moan, as you licked his vein again.

One hand reached behind you and started to lead your head down on him even more, making your eyes water as you felt him deep in your throat. You pulled yourself away with a slow, almost disappointed shake of your head. Steve opened his eyes again, as he started protesting, begging you, “Please, please babe!”

You floated away from him again with a smirk, “Baby, you broke my one rule.” The redness and pulsing of him made you smirk even more, knowing you pulled away right before his release. Steve’s begging continued, as you floated around the surfboard.

“I’m sorry! Please!”

At that you pulled back up from your position and moved towards Steve. “You’re sorry? Aw poor baby, did I leave you aching?” You teased back, your arm reaching out and touching his thighs, fully avoiding his dick. You hummed out for a moment, as Steve’s begging and pleasing continued even more, and this time he didn’t reach out to you, learning his lesson.

“Lean back baby.” You whispered, causing Steve to nod rigorously. He pushed his legs around ad laid back down, while you climbed on. The surfboard rocked back and forth dangerously, but the two of you balanced it, as you sat down on his thighs, right below his aching point.

Steve watched eagerly, as you stood back up on your knees and back down even closer to his cock. Your hand reached down to him and you slowly started to pump him, as you started grinding yourself on his thigh.

You moaned out as you started to rub up and down his thigh harder and pump your hand almost timing it along with your movements. Steve’s groans coming out of him faster now, “Please let me touch you.” He begged, and you complied, allowing him to touch your chest. He immediately reached out and gently touched one of your breasts.

In a few more pumps, Steve came, groaning out praises and pushing your hips down even more on his thigh. Your moans prompted him to start pushing you back and forth in a motion. “You’re so good babe, so beautiful.” Steve praised. You tensed hearing him say those things, feeling even closer.

“So fucking great, oh fuck babe. I love this, I love you.” And with that, you came, moaning loudly as Steve ran his hands up and down your thighs slowly. You grinned, leaning down and kissed him passionately, shifting as the surfboard started to rock again.

“That was fuckin’ fun.” You mumble out against Steve’s lips. He grinned against yours, and whispered back, “Wait till we get back to the shore.”

[fatbottombucky]

Thank You’s Go A Long Way *Steve Rogers x Reader*

@moonlight-mindfulness​ Requested: Steve working with a reader with intrusive thoughts (the depression/PTSD kind) and just giving her all the warmth and attention she needs whenever she feels bad, but also Reader being badass and just super sassy to him whenever she is in good spirits. I also just always like self care or someone helping the other w self care in fanfic. In case you want a steamy scene you could write her "Thank you" to him that evening 👀😏

Pairing: Steve Rogers x [F]Reader

Ratings: [+18] MATURE CONTENT

Warnings: Rough days and thoughts. Depression can be a bitch, tad angsty due to that. MAJOR F L U F F! Male Oral Receiving, cause lol

Notes: This... is way longer than I planned. Also, I haven’t written for Steve in a hot second. So, if this terrible... I apologise. - Rosalie 

Requests are still open; men and female requests welcomed. I do want some female marvel character requests, got a lot of dudes, so c’mon...

24 HOURS EARLIER

“Oh, this was a bad idea,” Steve muttered into your ear over the loud gun shots being fired in your direction. 

You don’t answer, so he looks towards you to see your cheeky smile. It almost makes him think this is perfectly fine, almost. You peek around the table you’re both behind, you almost get your head blown off and you have the audacity to laugh. 

This is exciting to you, exhilarating even and that’s always confused Steve, but he feeds off of your energy. You have this thrill seeking attitude towards missions. It’s both a gift and a cruse for him, because his reckless nature combined with your thrill seeking: it’s a deadly combo. 

But you are both always trying to outdo one another, it’s a sick challenge. 

“So, what’s the plan?” 

He looks down at you with raised eyebrows, wide eyes and a gobsmacked face, he’s meant to have a plan? For the shit you caused? The shit-eating grin you grace him with makes his heart flutter, but he’s not letting you off that easily. 

“You’re Captain America,” you state obviously, “so man with a plan, let’s get outta here.” 

He shakes his head dramatically, licking his lips as he looks over the table. There’s a drastic difference in bodies in this room, this whole operation was meant to be shutting down this organisation- collecting information too. Only it was shit from the get-go, for some reason instead of calling for back-up you both went further down in the bunker. 

Now you’re both stuck. 

“Still want to get that intel?” He asks you and you frown, tilting your head slightly, “I can hold them off, there’s a door just there,” he nods to behind you, “there’s a computer in there. You should be able to hack into them and get some kind of intel we can use.” 

You begin to shake your head, “no way. There’s like thirteen of them, Steven. You’re gonna get seriously hurt.” 

“Not if you’re quick, I’ve calculated the probability and it’s doable,” you roll your eyes, “better me than you, okay? We either go back empty handed or we get some type of information on these assholes.” 

You only nod once at him, turning towards the door and deeply breathing. You look over your shoulder and cheekily smile at him, adding a wink for extra flare. 

4 HOURS EARLIER 

“Will you quit squirming?” You scold the man-child before you, he huffs loudly and sulks as you clean his shoulder. 

He winces when you press the cloth to the wound, “It stings.” 

“Yeah, well that’s what happens when you get shot!” You exclaim and shake your head when he pouts. 

The Quinjet’s sink is covered in Steve’s blood and bloody gauzes, Steve watches as you use the small medkit to patch up his wound. Your eyebrows are knitted together, tongue poking out in concentration. 

The gunshot no longer hurts or stings, his body already healing it for him. It looked worse than it felt, he knew that, but that didn’t stop you from worrying about him. Honestly, it was a lucky shot and a fluke he even got hit. 

“Done.” You begin to close the sewing kit and smile at him, ruffling his golden hair. 

“Thank you,” he grabs your wrist and kisses it tenderly, it causes you to scrunch your nose and make a gagging noise at his tenderness. “You’re so fucking mean,” he playfully pinches your side, you flip him off before heading out of the small bathroom and back to the cockpit. 

PRESENT TIME

Your mind raced over yesterday’s events. How you managed to remain calm at the fact Steve got shot was a surprise, especially since your hands are shaking now. The same hands that masterfully sewed the bullet wound shut. Stopped the bleeding and cleaned him up. 

This is your normal. Why the hell are you crying now? Getting shot on a mission is basically a normal date night for you both... 

A soft knock is sounded through your apartment, you make no move to get out of bed, even when whoever it is knocks a couple more times. If they’re someone important or it’s serious they’d have a key... it seems they do. 

The front door creeks open, keys are thrown into the glass bowl with all your change and keychains. Shoes are toed off, a jacket is being hung up on the hooks and then soft padding of footsteps are echoing towards your bedroom. 

Door is pushed open, a tall figure is illuminated from the hallway lights. A sigh escapes you, it’s only Steve, your boyfriend, so it’s all okay.  He’s fine, he doesn’t look angry even. 

“You look snug,” He comments softly as he crawls onto your bed, laying over your covers and manoeuvring himself to laying beside you and facing you. 

You’re silent in response, staring at your hands that are pulling threads at your blanket. Steve doesn’t speak again, choosing to remain quiet but he lifts a hand to tentatively play with your hair- you look at him and he gives a questioning glance, you shrug softly and he continues. 

His fingers rub your scalp softly in circular motions, smiling when you scoot a little closer towards him. You don’t often let people touch your hair/head(head if you have a shaved head like me), but when you do it’s comforting and relaxing; could almost make you fall asleep. 

“How is your shoulder?” your voice is barley above a whisper. 

“Perfectly healed,” you nod once, “hey,” somehow his voice is even softer than before, “wanna do face-masks and eat chocolate?” 

You raised an eyebrow, you felt really lethargic but nod. Steve leans over and kisses you softly before getting off of the bed, he switches on the fairy lights twirled around your headboard. You watch as he walks towards the bathroom and rummaging around in your cabinets. 

It’s a full two minutes before he returns and puts the masks in his back pocket, he extends a hand out to you causing you to shake your head slightly. You didn’t want to leave the bed, you wanted to stay in bed. 

“We have to leave the bed, Y/N,” you sigh and sit up, he chuckles when you make grabby hands for him- no way are you going to walk. He lifts you up effortlessly in his arms, “the bed is where monsters lie and you can’t listen to those.” 

He sits you on the sofa and then settles beside you, silent as he crosses his legs and opens the packet of face-mask. A bag of snacks are on the coffee table. Between sitting up and looking through the contents of food the Netflix theme startles you, you faintly smile as he searches for Brooklyn Nine Nine. 

He tells you that he’s going to put your face-mask on for you, your heart swells as he gently pats the cold paste around your face. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you sincerely. 

Normally you’d roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but you don’t have it in you. 

“Even with a cucumber mask on making me look like Shrek?” 

He nods sweetly, “You’re the Fiona to my Shrek,” as you put his on for him. “Sam is Donkey,” he mutters faintly and you giggle. 

“Who is Buck?”

“Puss in Boots,” you frown and huff a laugh, “he’s always been the cool cat and the one ladies fawn after.” 

You smile softly, “but Shrek gets the princess. Not always about looks, Steven.” He nods with a shy grin, a blush forming on his cheeks at your implication. 

Sitting in silence and watching Brooklyn Nine Nine with snacks, you couldn’t ask for a better distraction. Steve keeps a hand on your thigh, softly drawing patterns on your skin. Everything about this is perfect. 

After twenty minutes Steve helps wash your mask off in the kitchen sink, laughing when you wipe your wet face on his shirt. 

“I didn’t bring spare clothes with me,” he whines. 

“I have shirts I stole from you in my room,” he gasps in mock shock at you, following you back to the bedroom where you show him your stash of his clothing. 

It’s almost comical at how many shirts and joggers you have of his. Not that he minds, of course. You wearing his clothes is a favourite of his, he loves seeing you randomly in his stuff.  *** After almost a whole season worth of Brooklyn Nine Nine you’re both back in your bed, facing one another and talking aimlessly into the darkness. 

“Thank you.” 

“Hey,” he wraps an arm over your body and pulls you towards him, “I love you. I’m not going to let you suffer in silence, especially not alone. So if you need to lay in bed in silence all day, then we’ll do it together. But I know how the mind works, twists thing and being in bed can be damaging too. Those monsters lie to you, so I couldn’t let it keep talking.” 

You lean forward and press your lips to his gently, a surprise grunt rises from the back of his throat. Your hand settles on his jaw, stroking lightly as you deepen the kiss. 

After a few minutes of making-out you push on Steve’s shoulder forcing him to settle on his back, you slyly smile as you lay over him and push the covers down as you travel down his body too. 

“Y/N,” his breathless voice has you smirking, “you don’t have to.” 

Judging by his breathy voice and obvious reaction to the potential possibility has you curving an eyebrow, his shoulder shrug in response and you chuckle. 

“It’s a thank you,” you pull his briefs down, “you’ve been so good to me today, treated me so nicely.” 

Before he can respond you lick a broad strip up his length, a guttural groan leaves his lips loudly. You smile proudly before getting back to work, lapping at the tip teasingly before taking him into your throat. You can’t fit all of him in your mouth, a slight gagging sound emits from you when he lifts his hips up to meet your mouth. 

You pull back up, gasping slightly and working him with your hand. Licking at his length as you sped up your hand movements, smiling when he moans your name loudly, hand finding the back of your head; a silent plea for your mouth to replace your hand. 

Accepting that you take him down again, bobbing your head and hallowing your cheeks. “Fuck,” he grunts rather loudly, “stop!” He whines and you slowly pull off him, your tongue staying on the tip as you watch him clam down. “Can we-Do you wanna?” 

You climb up his body, hand still wrapped around his cock, “You don’t think my thank you was enough?” The question is paired with a coy smile. 

“More than enough, but I wanna express my gratitude for looking after me yesterday.” 

Please leave a nice comment/ like, maybe reblog? Any communication would be awesome :) I had my BETA help with the oral scene because... never sucked a dick lmao bye *peace sign* Let me know what you think! - Rosalie

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👻 Spooky meets Kooky 🎃

SUMMARY: Claire reminisces about the time when she first came to Scotland and fell through the stones on the eve of Samhain. Jamie tells her a story his da told them as bairns, and Claire recaps her favourite Halloween memory from the future which has James Fraser all engrossed in more ways than one.

A spoof of when the past meets the future.  Retelling parts of Chapter 1, pp 22-25 from Drums of Autumn, inspired by Halloween with the Addams Family and Vera Adxer’s artwork above.   

  AO3

PART 1 … The Tale of the Tannasg 👻

 It was nearing to Halloween time on Fraser’s Ridge, and as the Frasers prepared for a night beside the fire, Claire was reminiscing about times gone by on that fateful night that was to become her destiny.

“Jamie, Halloween, the spookiest night of the year, is almost upon us.”

“Don’t ye mean Samhain Sassenach?” he replied cheekily knowing that the two were indeed similar celebrations centuries apart.

“I do, but I was just thinking about the first time that Frank and I came to Inverness all those years ago … I remember it was on the eve of Samhain.”

She continued to tell Jamie the conversation they’d had in Mrs Baird’s Bed and Breakfast not realizing that her husband’s mind was elsewhere. “I can still recall what she said …”

“Well, you've picked a bonny time to be here. Just nigh on Samhain.”

“I take it that's Gaelic for "Halloween?”

“Well, Halloween is derived from Samhain. You're both welcome at the festival, of course.”

“Of course, what would Halloween, Samhain, be without a good ghost story?”

“Oh, and we have those, for sure. I hope you'll join us for Samhain tomorrow night.”

“What, the pagan festival?”

“Aye. There’s a circle of standing stones on the hill just outside the village, and there's a local group who still observe rituals there. It’s a place called Craigh na Dun and according to local folklore, the stones were carried there from Africa by a race of Celtic giants …”

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“Hmmph!  Not Frank …” Jamie mumbled under his breath tapping his fingers against his thigh in dislike.

The mention of Frank Randall’s name only brought back his feelings towards the man he had sent his Claire back to on the eve of Culloden knowing that he would surely die on the battlefield. His emotions were still raw about this man even after all these years and their conversation about him and their daughter Brianna echoed in his head as Claire was still speaking.

“I hadna thought ever to be so jealous of a dead man. I shouldna have thought it possible.”

“Of a dead man? Of Frank?”

“Who else? I have been worm-eaten wi’ it, all these days of riding. I see his face in my mind, waking and sleeping. Ye did say he looked like Jack Randall, no?”

“How? How could you think of such a thing?”

“How could I not? Ye heard her, Claire; ye ken well what she said to me!”

“Brianna?”

“She said she would gladly see me in hell, and sell her own soul to have her father back—her real father.  I keep thinking he would not have made such a mistake. He would have trusted her; he would have known that she … I keep thinking that Frank Randall was a better man than I am. She thinks so. I thought … perhaps ye felt the same, Sassenach.”

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“James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser …!”  Claire remonstrated noticing that her husband seemed a little distracted, “… Are you listening to me?”

“Aye, I am Sassenach,” he replied sheepishly knowing that his mind had indeed been elsewhere.  “I’m intrigued about that night in Inverness, and what happen to ye before ye fell through the stones.” Jamie looked at his wife and gave her his full attention to what she might say next.

“Do you know that if I hadn’t gone to see the Druids that night, and returned in the morning to collect the Forget-me-nots, that I may not have ever gone through the stones and found you.”

“We were fated mo ghràidh.  Ye would have found yer way to the stones regardless because I was waiting for ye on the other side. I thank the day, Murtagh brought ye to me at the cabin.” He leaned towards his love and clasping her hand brought it to his lips placing a tender kiss to the top of her hand and knuckles.

Claire blushed at her love’s romantic gesture and looking at him explained about that night so long ago.  “I remember seeing those Druids dancing.  They were mesmerizing Jamie twirling in circles on top of the hill with their burning tapers. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled at the sight of them, but some small voice inside warned me I wasn't supposed to be there. That I was an unwelcome voyeur to something ancient and powerful.”

“Aye, ye were Sassenach, but that is the mystery of Samhain. It is all about the supernatural, witches, spirits and fire. During the celebrations, people dance around bonfires while the dances tell stories of life and death. What ye saw that night was something magical that drew you tae me.”

“I wouldn’t change anything Jamie except for you sending me back on the eve of Culloden, but we found each other again and that is all that counts.”

“Aye. You belong wi' me. We're mated for life Sassenach. I barley lived for those twenty years wi'out a heart when ye were gone. I lived half a man and accustomed myself to live in the bit that was left. Did ye feel the same?”

“Yes, I knew how that felt, and had it not been for Brianna I don’t know how I would have survived too. But I had you always close because our daughter was so like you Jamie. Your carved initial in the flesh of my palm was also a constant reminder of our love. It gave me comfort whenever I touched it.  When I closed my eyes, I could feel you touching me.”  

Claire looked at the man she adored thankful every day that they had been reunited and that their two-decade separation had been both painful and heart breaking for each of them.  “It was lonely without you, so lonely.”

“And me,” Jamie replied pensively, his voice a soft whisper.  “I saw ye so many times.  You came to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes. When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely, I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, wi’ yer hair curling up about your face.” He paused before an outpouring of emotion surfaced.  “During that time apart, I prayed every day that you and our bairn would be safe, for whether I’m dead or you, whether we’re together or apart Claire, I will always love ye.”

“And I you, Jamie.”

“Samhain was the beginning of our destiny Sassenach.  A pagan, Gaelic festival brought us together.” He kissed her palm and rested it on his heart.

Claire could feel his heart beating and her eyes misted over just thinking about the significance of this special time of the year. “All I know of Samhain is what Mrs Baird told us.  Please tell me more Jamie.”

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“Samhain is a three-day celebration in preparation for winter mo ghràidh and a time for kin all around the Highlands tae come together and feast. People believe that deceased spirits and faeries of the Otherworld can easily come into our world, so ye would honour the dead and implore loved ones to bestow some blessing on them in return. Offerings of food and drink are left outside for the spirits, even portions of crops are left in the ground for them.”

Claire listened, attentive to everything that Jamie was telling her.  

“Tricks and pranks are played but blamed on faeries and spirits ye ken. Children disguise themselves as evil spirits by blackening their faces and dressing in auld clothes to go guising door-to-door reciting songs and verses in exchange for food.”

“Why do they blacken their faces?”

“’Twas so that they can venture out safely wi’out being detected by wicked spirits in hope of fooling them and to scare away the ghouls who might want tae harm them.”

“It is so like what happens at Halloween in the future too Jamie. A lot of Scots came to America in the 20th Century and brought these customs with them and they evolved to become extremely popular. There are many similarities to Samhain but also some differences too. In the future people dress up in masks and spooky costumes and the children go Trick or Treating for sweets.”

“Aye, it would seem so mo nighean donn. Samhain and Halloween do seem verra similar.”

“Mrs Baird said that you needed to be mindful for ghosts are freed on the feast days and wander about, free to do good or ill as they please.”

“’Tis true Sassenach. I myself have not seen a tannasg, but there are tales of others who have.”

“A tannasg? What, in Heaven’s name is that, Jamie?”

“Oh, a Dhia … where tae begin,” he exclaimed running his hand over his chin in thought.

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Taking a deep breath as if calming himself before he started to explain, Jamie picked up his cup of ale and took a big swig before beginning.  He looked at Claire as she waited for his explanation.

“Some say a tannasg is a balding, six-foot-tall, hairy, Celtic beastie, normally only found wandering around the hills and glens at night. Some say it is eerily like a fogy mist that covers the moors on a dark night and is what ye may call an apparition, a spirit or a shadowy ghost figure. Nobody really kens what it is but, nae matter, a tannasg is verra scary and if you come upon one when out in the glens ye must be verra careful. Sometimes it’s an unfriendly faerie or nymph who may have been holding onto a grudge and means tae cause trouble.  A tannasg would put the fear of the Almighty in ye and scare ye witless.  If ye ever were to meet one it would make yer hair stand up like a man’s cock in the mornin’ Sassenach.”

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ!  I’m scared with just the description of one.”

“And so ye should be a leannan.  They are verra scary beasties that ye wouldna want to meet.”

“Oh, I do love hearing a scary ghost story Jamie. Can you tell me any about tannasgs?”

Claire watched as his lip curved up into a smile. He had that twinkle in his eyes that she knew so well whenever he was going to tell a story.

“Aye, I will.  Sit yerself down by the fire and I’ll tell ye one that ma da told us wee bairns that scairt us truly.”

Settling down more comfortably in her chair, she wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and waited for her husband to retell the tale told to him, his brother William and sister Jenny long, long ago.

“I can tell ye a frightfully spooky tale of the past.  It’s a spine-chilling story guaranteed tae give you a good thrill and chill ye to the bones.”

“I think I best have a wee dram of whisky ready for the story you are about to tell then James Fraser.”

“Aye …”  He picked up his cup of ale and they both took a wee sip of their drinks.  “Sláinte. Are ye ready Sassenach?”

“I am.” Claire curled her feet up in the chair whilst Jamie began to tell the tale of the tannasg.

“My father loved telling this story.”

She watched as a muted glow descended over Jamie’s face as the light from the fire fell across his features and highlighted the animation she could see on his face and in his eyes. Claire looked at him waiting with bated breath ready for him to retell this tale, for she knew that she was going to enjoy this story very much indeed.

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“Tis the story of a man who was afraid of being alone in the dark and most mortally scairt of the spirits, ye ken, and how one night he met a tannasg. I remember when my da first told this story. I was mortally scairt too Sassenach.”

His body shuddered a little despite the heat in the room at the thought of the untold story he would tell. “I kept awake half the night, after he told us this tale, though it dinna seem to bother Jenny that much.”

“Oh, my,” Claire uttered her voice eager to hear more. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyes round with the wonder and intrigue that he would impart with his tale as Jamie began to recount his childhood story.

Settling himself in his seat by the fire, he sat back, his ale cup in hand.  Thinking, he rubbed his hand across his chin collecting his thoughts. Jamie then smiled at his wife wryly glancing at her as he began to recount his tale of long ago.

“Ah, well, it was in the late, cold autumn in the Highlands, just when the season turns and the chill in the air tells ye the ground will be covered wi’ frost come morning.”  

Rolling the pewter cup slowly between his hands, he stared down into the dark ale as though seeing those Scottish peaks in the pitch-black night and the mist that floated across the glens.  Raising his eyes, he looked at Claire.  She was hanging on each word and so he continued.

“Well Jock MacBride’s son brought back their kine from the glen that night, but there was one wee beast missing.  The lad had hunted for it up the hills and down the dales but couldna find it anywhere, so his da sent the lad to milk the two others and set out himself tae look for the lost cow.”

“Go on …”

“The da went some distance, but his cottage behind him soon disappeared.  When he looked back, he couldna see the light from the window anymore and there was no sound but the whistling of the wind.  It was cold, but MacBride went on trapsing through the mud and heather as the ice crunched beneath his boots echoing in the stillness.”

Claire pulled her shawl around her shoulders. If her husband could see her eyes, he would have seen that her pupils were decidedly larger. She was so engrossed with his story thus far and took another wee sip of her drink. With eyes fixed on Jamie, she couldn’t wait to hear more of his tale.

“Soon up ahead of him, Jock saw a small grove through the mist and thinking the cow might have taken shelter beneath the trees, he went toward it. However, the trees were birches, standing there with nae a leaf, and with their branches all gnarled together, so he bent his head to squeeze beneath the boughs.”

“What did he see when he got through the branches Jamie?”

“He came into the grove Sassenach, and saw it was not a grove at all, but a circle of trees. There were great tall trees, spaced verra evenly all around him and smaller ones too wi’ saplings grown up in between the trees to make a wall of thick branches.  In the centre of the circle stood a cairn.”

Claire felt as though a sliver of cold ice had just slid down her spine.  She got chills listening to him and shivered imagining the scene, for his picture was very real in her mind. She had seen ancient cairns in the Highlands herself that Jamie had just described and found them eerie enough in the broad light of day, let alone to see one at night.  That would have been quite spooky indeed.

Jamie was getting that gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach he remembered feeling as a bairn when his father had told this tale. He looked over at Claire and she had an expression of foreboding for what he may say next on her face that he’d had too. He took a sip of ale to loosen his vocal cords for his mouth was dry before continuing.

“He felt quite queer did Jock MacBride, for he kent the place, everyone did and kept well away from it.  It was strange and it seemed even worse in the dark and the cold than it did in the daylight.  It was an auld cairn the kind laid wi’ chunks of rock all heaped round with stones.   He was scairt, but he slowly glanced up, and saw before him the black opening of a tomb.”

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ!  Was there a tannasg in there?”

Her husband gave her a piercing look.  Jamie knew that Claire’s mind was thinking ahead and knew that he was getting close to revealing what Jock had seen.

“He knew it was a place that no man should come, and he was without a powerful charm to ward off any spirits. Jock had naught but a wooden cross about his neck, so he crossed himself with it and turned tae go.”

Jamie paused to take another sip of his ale to catch his breath. Claire saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed and reached instinctively for her own cup with eyes fixed on her beloved. Holding her breath, she gasped, “Don’t stop there. What happened next?”

Giving her the semblance of a wink and a wry grin, he paused then spoke softly stating, “As Jock went from the grove … he heard footsteps behind him.”

“No…!” she exclaimed.

“He dinna turn to see, but kept walking and the steps kept pace wi’ him, step by step always following.  Jock came through the peat where the water seeps up and it was covered with ice, the weather bein’ so cold ye ken.  MacBride could hear the peat crunch under his feet and behind him the cr-ack! cr-ack! of the breaking ice.”

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James Fraser was a natural born storyteller, animated and engaging like most Scots were and listening to him speak reminded Claire of their wedding night and the awkwardness between them. She remembered him saying, “You’re a Fraser now Sassenach.  You must learn to tell a story and listen to one.” So, to put her at ease, he’d told her story after story of his family and his life growing up and she in turn had told him about her life too. Her husband was in his element telling this story just like on the night they wed.  She knew, that Jamie was aware that she hung on his every word and was eager to hear the rest of the story.  The tension was building and placing her legs to the floor, Claire removed her shawl as it was getting warmer in the room and leaned forward eager to hear more of his tale.

“Jock MacBride walked and walked through the cold dark night watching ahead for the light of his own window where his wife had set the candle. But the light never showed and he began tae fear he had lost his way among the heather and the dark hills.”

“The tassasg was following him?”

“Aye, he was Sassenach. All the time the steps kept pace with him echoing loud in his ears. At last Jock could bear it no more and seizing hold of the cross he wore round his neck he swung about wi’ a great cry tae face whatever followed.”

There was apprehension in her voice for poor Jock. “What did he see?”  

Jamie glanced at Claire and when next he spoke, his voice was so quiet, almost like a whisper, that she needed to concentrate to hear what he was saying.

“It was a figure like a man, but with no body. It was all white like it might have been made of the mist, but wi’ great holes where its eyes should be. They were black and empty and fit tae draw the soul from MacBride’s body with fear.”

Claire gasped with a cry of anguish at the description, and placed her hand across her mouth. “What did he do Jamie?

“Jock held up his cross before his face and he prayed aloud to the Blessed Virgin,” he said leaning forward intently. “The thing came no nearer Claire, but stayed there watching him.”

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The dim firelight outlined her husband’s profile in a halo of golden aura which made his rustic hair seem like it had flecks of gold and crimson sprinkled in it as well. Suddenly, she was a little distracted by the man and was mesmerized by his intoxicating Scottish drawl. Claire’s eyes glazed over overcome with feelings for the virile man whose silhouette was oh so tempting in the fire’s glow, but also for poor Jock MacBride and how he would get out of his predicament.  She held her breath and waited for what would happen next.

“And so, he began to walk backwards not daring to turn around again. Jock walked backward stumbling and slipping in an effort to get away from the spirit, fearing every moment that he might tumble into a burn or down a cliff and break his neck, but fearing worse tae turn his back on the cold thing.”

“I would have done the same Jamie.  Better to watch the tannasg than not to know where it was,” she added with a little shiver of dread for the poor Jock MacBride.

“He couldna tell how long he’d walked only that his legs were trembling wi’ weariness. Then at last he caught a glimpse of a light through the mist, for there was his own cottage wi’ the candle in the window.  Jock cried out in joy and turned to his door, but the cold thing was quick and slipit past him tae stand between him and the door.”

“Oh no!”

“Dinna fash Sassenach, his wife had been watching out for him and when she heard him cry out, she came to the door at once.  Jock shouted to her not to come out but to go and fetch a charm to drive away the tannasg.  Quick as could be, Bessie MacBride snatched the pot from beneath her bed and a twig of myrtle tied with ribbons that she’d made to bless the cows.  She dashed the water against the doorposts and the cold thing leapt upward straddlin’ the door’s beam.  Her husband quick as a flash, rushed beneath and bolted the door shut tight.  He stayed inside in his wife’s arms until the dawn hoping that the tannasg would nae come inside the cottage. They let the candle burn all the night and Jock never again left his house past sunset.”

Claire sighed as Jamie finished speaking. “Did they find the cow?” she queried, keen to know the fate of the lost kine.

With a raised eyebrow he answered, “Oh, aye they did.  The next morning, they found the poor beast wi’ her hooves all clogged wi’ mud and stones. It was staring mad and frothy about the muzzle.  Her sides were heavin’ fit to burst. Jock said that she looked as though she’d been ridden tae Hell and back.”

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ!” Claire exclaimed imagining the visual of what had happened to the poor cow.

Jamie glanced at his wife to see her reaction to his tale.  “Did ye like it?”

“Like it? … I loved it Jamie. It kept me in suspense all the way through.”

“Thank ye Sassenach.  I’m glad ye liked it,” he replied very pleased with himself.

PART 2 … Halloween Addams Family style. 🎃 

“So, what about you Claire? Do ye have a tale tae tell as well?”

“As a matter of fact, I do Jamie, and when I’ve caught my breath, I will tell you something about Halloween from the future. My tale will not be as scary as your story of Jock MacBride though,” she replied with a cheeky twinkle in her eye. “In fact, it is about something that you might find hard to wrap your head around.”

Intrigued with his wife’s words, Jamie sat back in his chair and waited for her to begin. With a curl of his lip and a sparkle in his eye he asked, “And what might that be Sassenach?”

“Television.”

His brow furrowed in thought and Jamie raised an eyebrow a little perplexed as he glanced at Claire. “Television? … Hmmph?” He tapped his fingers against his thigh in concentration and ran the word slowly over his tongue as if savouring a new morsel of information, he didn’t quite know enough about. “Television ye say.”  He looked at Claire again in earnest anticipation and waited for her to explain.

“Oh dear…” she sighed. “Where to begin?”  Collecting her thoughts on how to explain this invention to her husband, Claire finally had an idea.  “Remember when you rescued me from the Witch Trial and I told you I was from the future?”

“Aye, I remember mo ghràidh.”

“Well this is another one of those things from the future too. It is something from my time. You've never heard of it. No one here has, that is except for Bree and Roger.”

He grinned at her statement of the obvious.  “Well then, I may not understand it a bit, not yet, but I trust ye.  I trust yer word; yer heart and there is a truth between us. So ... whatever you tell me ... I will believe ye, Sassenach.  Tell me more.”

Claire bit her lip before she spoke. “Do you also remember the photographs I brought back to show you of Brianna?”

Jamie made a small inarticulate sound, “Aye I remember.”  

He remembered all too well Claire taking a small packet from her clothing, to show him the photographs of their beloved daughter Brianna, a fine boned, and delicate replica of himself.  He looked up at his wife wondering what the correlation may be with the photographs and this television.

“Well television is those pictures brought to life.”

He remembered how he had splayed his hand out over the photographs, with trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surface. How was it possible that pictures could be brought to life? He was a little perplexed.

“Television is a machine with a small screen that shows moving pictures and sounds.  They were commonplace in many households in Boston during the 60’s and we had one too. The word "television" comes from the words …”

But before she could finish what she wanted to say Jamie butted in with his knowledge of the Greek language.

“Tele is the Greek word for far away, and vision would mean sight.”

A smile softened her lips, “Yes, that’s right.”

He shook his head in disbelief when Claire described something so unfathomable that it was hard to believe some such machine existed. He didn't understand it all, but he listened.   Claire had risked bringing the photographs of Brianna through the stones and thus brought something of the 20th century into the 18th century. However, although still a little mystified, nothing she had told him about the future fazed him now and he believed her despite how inconceivable what she was saying could be.

“Television was used for family entertainment and we would sit around in our parlour and watch the screen.” Claire’s voice was animated when she next spoke.  “There was a program on the television that you would have loved Jamie, called The Addams Family.  Brianna and I loved that show.”

He grinned.  “I would verra much have liked to see this television program too Sassenach.” If they loved it, he knew he would love it too.

“They were not your typical family; they took delight in most of the things of which normal people would be terrified.  They were kooky and eccentric but they were a very close-knit, extended family.”

“Ah, so just like us here on Fraser’s Ridge Sassenach,” he replied giving her a huge, big smile.

“Yes, I guess, but there was one difference though Jamie, they had decidedly macabre interests and supernatural abilities.”

He balked at that. “Oh, indeed they wouldna fit in well in this time then.  People believe in witches and things that go bump in the night, but they wouldna understand them at all.  They would have their heads on a pike before ye could count tae ten.”

Although Claire nodded in agreement at what her husband was saying for that was exactly what had happened to her.  As he spoke, she was momentarily distracted with thoughts of what had happened in Cranesmuir at the Witch Trial when she was tried and convicted of witchcraft.  

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People’s superstitions of anything they didn’t quite understand, especially a person like her was met with fear for they thought her a witch. At the trial, the crowd was baying for blood and wanted to burn her at the stake, and had Jamie not rescued her, that would have been her fate. Nonetheless, he was a little skeptical as well because he’d seen the “devil’s mark” on her arm too. He had calmly asked if she was a witch, because what she had told him was far-fetched. His face throughout her admission was inscrutable and he’d sighed, then smiled ruefully down at her. She remembered their conversation well,

“Claire, are ye a witch?”

“I’m not a witch. Do you really believe me, Jamie?”

“Aye, I believe ye, Sassenach. But it would ha’ been a good deal easier if you’d only been a witch.”

“And if I were? If you had thought I were a witch? Would you still have fought for me?”

“I would have gone to the stake with you, and to hell beyond, if I must!”

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“Claire? … Claire?” Jamie said a little louder as she had been quiet for so long that he was a little concerned for where her mind must have gone, but on reflection it was probably to the Witch Trial when he’d rescued her and she had told him she was from the future.

“Oh, I’m sorry Jamie, I lost my train of thought there for a moment.”

“Nae matter … So, mo chridhe, ye were saying?”

Claire let her husband’s endearment wash over her. Jamie was always so attuned to her feelings and giving him a tentative smile, continued to explain about the Addams family members. “Their mother and uncle lived with them and their children, plus they had a 7-foot-tall butler …  their man servant called Lurch, and a disembodied hand that lived in a box called Thing.”

Jamie shook his head, as what Claire was saying was becoming more fanciful, but he kept an open mind as she described more.

“The husband, Gomez Addams was an extremely wealthy man and was able to indulge his wife Morticia's every desire, whether it was cultivation of poisonous plants or a candlelit dinner in a graveyard.”

He raised his eyebrow again at this piece of information. “That sounds verra interesting,” he murmured somewhat amazed.

Claire smiled indulgently at her love. “You are very much like him.  He was very romantic and he was madly in love with his wife and loved her to distraction.”

“As do I you, mo ghràidh,” before adding, “I think I should like this Gomez fellow.”

She beamed at him once more as Jamie seemed pleased as punch at what he had just said.  

He then blessed himself.  “A Dhia!  But … I willna have dinner wi’ ye in a graveyard, mo luaidh even wi’ candlelight,” he muttered under his breath. He chuckled at the thought of that idea, especially after having just told her the story of the tannasg who had come out of his tomb.  No, he could not come at doing that.

“I agree. I don’t think I would like to do that either, but Gomez and Morticia did. They also had pet names for each other, Jamie.”

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His ears pricked up once more when she said this, knowing that his Claire had several endearing names that he called her.  He sighed his voice a little raspy, “Aye, I do that too Sassenach.”

Her smile was soft and dreamy for the loving man she had married, then she told him some extra information. “Despite what I have just said, this television show was very entertaining and so amusing. It had unconventional humour, sex appeal, the breaking and questioning of the conventions of conformity at the time, as well as looking at the world in a unique, offbeat frame of mind.”

“Well then, tell me more mo muirninn. I am an educated man as ye ken, and I can see that perhaps these Addams people were different but nae different from our family. Do they have something tae do wi’ Halloween then?”

“Oh indeed. Halloween was their favourite time of the year and they would bob for crabs instead of apples as most people would do. You see, they were not a conventional family.  They dressed differently to everyone else, they were weird looking and they had peculiar idiosyncrasies.  They even lived near a cemetery at 0001 Cemetery Lane in an ornate, gloomy mansion.”  

Jamie poured himself a whisky this time and laughed as her descriptions of this family were getting more and more unusual.  He refilled Claire’s cup as well and handed it to her, then sat back in his chair to hear more.

“Oh, Jamie I wish that you could have seen it.  You would have loved all the characters but particularly Gomez Addams.  Bree and I would laugh so much. They were so funny.”

Claire paused a little as if thinking about something she remembered then looking at her husband with a mischievous expression on her face asked, “Jamie?  Can you click your fingers?  Like this?” She then demonstrated a click! click! sound.

“I may not be able tae wink, but I can click my fingers ye ken Sassenach.”

She began to set the scene for her tale of the Addams Family. “Well then … Every time I say … da-da-da-da … you click your fingers okay?”

“Okay, I can do that mo nighean donn.”

“I will sing you the theme song that would play when the television show came on screen but I’m going to replace their family name with ours, however, … the da-da-da-da was really played on a harpsichord, but I’m going to improvise.”  

Claire grinned at her love and saw that Jamie was prepared and a little excited to know more of the Halloween tale she was about to unleash on him. “Are ye ready?”

“Always.”

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“Da-da-da-da” … click! click!

“Da-da-da-da” … click! click!

“Da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da” … click! click

 Claire repeated the chorus … as Jamie was thoroughly enjoying himself while getting into the swing of things with gusto.

 “Da-da-da-da” … click! click!

“Da-da-da-da” … click! click!

“Da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da” … click! click

“They're creepy and they're kooky. Mysterious and spooky. They're altogether together ookey. The Fraser Family.

The house is a museum. When people come to see 'em. They really are a scre-am. The Fraser Family.

“Da-da-da-da” … click! click!

Neat

“Da-da-da-da” … click! click!

Sweet

“Da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da” … click! click

Petite

So, get a witch's shawl on. A broomstick you can crawl on. We're going to pay a call on. The Fraser Family.

 They both fell back against their chairs laughing out loud as Claire finished the theme song and Jamie clicked the refrain part with enthusiasm.

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“I see what ye meant earlier Sassenach, so, tell me more about the husband Gomez and his wife Morticia.”

“Gomez was the patriarch of the family, just like you Jamie.  He was a very dashing man who loved to wear pinstriped suits.”

She saw his puzzled look and explained.  “Clothing was very different in the 60’s to what it is now, but he was as dashing as you were in Paris.  Suits are a two-piece garment, long breeks and a jacket cut to the hip, made from the same material and worn together.  Gomez Addams smoked cigars and had a very quirky moustache. I’ll ask Brianna to draw you some pictures of the family if you like.”

Jamie nodded in reply to her statement for he loved the drawings Brianna did, and although he could picture them in his imagination, seeing a picture of the family would make them really come to life.

Claire knew that her husband would relish this next piece of information.  “He adored Morticia and would call her Cara Mia, Querida, Querida Mia, Tish, or Cara Bella.”

“Hmmph? … Querida is Spanish for "the woman I desire.”  I can relate tae that Sassenach,” Jamie replied with a sharp look that made her heart skip a little beat.   “I see now why ye think we are alike,” he proclaimed with a penetrating gleam in his eye. “And his wife?”

“She was very beautiful with long flowing, straight, raven coloured hair. Morticia was described as a witch; she was slim, with extremely pale skin.”

“A witch ye say? … a Dhia Claire! … It’s just like people called you because of yer healing powers.  I am seeing more parallels here … Querida,” he added in that sexy voice that always thrilled her.

Claire nearly lost her train of thought when her husband called her Querida and she bit her lip in response to the endearment once more. “Stop interrupting me James Fraser, I’m trying to tell you my Halloween story.”

“Duilich … Sorry Sassenach, but I am just imagining the things ye are saying just like you saw on the … television. Tell me more about this Morticia Addams.”

“Her black dress matched her hair and it was skin tight and figure hugging with a fringe of octopus-like cloth "tentacles" at the lower hem that pooled around her feet.”

“That’s quite an outfit you have on there lady?” one of the robbers said to her Jamie.

“I always wear this for Halloween.”

“Looks great.  Real good for Halloween,” he replied thinking that she was wearing a costume but it was her actual clothing.

“Is that so?  Anything else …Tish?” Jamie grinned cheekily doing a mental checklist of the romantic names Gomez had called his wife.

“Morticia could easily excite her husband by speaking French and other languages. Her pet names for him were Bubula, Mon Cherie and Querido.”

“Ah,  Querido, the Spanish word for "the man I desire."  I like that too Claire.  Ye can call me that at any time my … Cara Mia.”

She blushed a little more at another one of Morticia’s pet names her husband had called her and felt a hot flush warm her cheeks.

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“So, Sassenach tell me about the Halloween story ye and Brianna loved watching on yer television about the Addams Family.”

“Well Gomez received a new carving knife in the mail and used it to carve out a pumpkin with the face of his Uncle Fester on it for Halloween. They would put a candle in it to light it up at night and the face would shine through the holes in the Jack-o-lantern. This is very common in the future and people in Boston would put their carved pumpkins on their doorsteps at Halloween.  It was a fun thing to do and they would also decorate their houses with ghoulish things.”

“‘Tis similar to Samhain too Claire but people use turnips. I guess a pumpkin would be easier tae carve though,” he proclaimed. “Tell me more.”

“Their children, Wednesday and Pugsley, dressed up and went trick or treating with their Grandmama for sweets and treats that they would collect from their neighbours.  While they were out two robbers who were escaping from the police … took refuge in the Addams family garden.  Thinking they were their Halloween guests, they were invited inside for a Halloween party but unfortunately, they tried to steal money from the family instead of enjoying their hospitality. When they saw inside their spooky house they exclaimed,  

“You folks sure don’t hold back on Halloween.”

“It’s our favourite holiday.”

Then Gomez said, “Gentlemen come here and I’ll give you a treat.  Open your bag. They didn’t want to show him what was in there because it had the stolen money in it.”

“What happened next Claire?”  Jamie asked thinking this story of the future was a little bizarre but extremely interested in her Halloween story of a show she had watched on television.

“Now, now, there’s nothing to be scared of, I think it’s kind of heart-warming that adults get into the Halloween spirit, and when Gomez opened their bag, he found it was full of money, and he assumed that their neighbours had given them cash for a Trick or Treat. He took out several hundreds of dollars from an open drawer and gave it to them. The robbers’ eyes widened with surprise and decided to hatch a plan to steal all the money and their valuables from them.”

“Did the Addams’ ken they were planning tae steal their valuables?”

“No, they were in the kitchen getting refreshments, and whilst Morticia was stirring the punch, her husband Gomez became quite amorous towards her.”

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This story now was just getting more fascinating for James Fraser by the minute.  He smiled at his Claire and asked a little provocatively, “Tell me more Sassenach. What did he do … in the kitchen?”

She was a little tongue tired especially with the way the man she desired was looking at her, but she ventured on regardless to how her insides were all fluttering with tingling feelings that she felt to the very core of her being. When Jamie was in this amorous mood, she was putty in his hands. How was she ever going to tell him what happened next, she thought, but she did.

“When Morticia called him “Bubula … darling” … he took her hand in both of his and kissed it before caressing each finger with his lips beginning at the little pinkie, then the ring finger, and then each other finger after that, until her whole hand had been caressed. It was something he always did.”

Jamie’s eyes were smouldering.  “How did she react tae that ... Querida?” he murmured with a little raspy grunt.

She took a deep breath before continuing. “Morticia swooned at the attention her husband was giving her and replied … When we are together darling, every night is Halloween.”  

Claire was starting to swoon a little herself. She was feeling a little hot and bothered, and bit her lip as Jamie’s gaze washed over her with intent, but she continued with her story.  Her husband knew exactly what he was doing with the way he was looking at her, and he couldn’t be more interested in what would Gomez Addams do next. Jamie hung on each word that came out of her mouth.

“Go on … Sass-en-ach.”

Her mouth was getting a little dry, so Claire took a wee sip of her whisky to also compose herself before she went on with her tale.

“Then while his arm was around her waist, and holding out her arm, Gomez slowly ran his lips up the length of it, kissing across the back of her neck … her shoulder, then down her back and …”

“Aye?  And … then what?”

“The punch exploded!”

Jamie couldn’t help himself.  He was not expecting Claire to say that, and doubling over in mirth, he burst out laughing as too did she.  The happy, raucous sound echoed in his throat and their combined laughter loudly resonated in the room.  

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However, James Fraser suddenly stopped laughing.  

Looking up, Claire saw the explicit intent in her husband’s eyes that always made her catch her breath. She watched; eyes fixated on her virile man as he rose from his chair and made his way over to where she was sitting. Jamie was now standing in front of her chair.  He reached out his hand towards her, then placing her hand in his grasp, he slowly pulled Claire up and out of the chair until she was but a hair’s breath away from him.  She could feel the solidness of her husband’s chest.

“So, mo nighean donn, what happened tae the robbers?”

“I … ahh, … I … don’t re-member,” she mumbled, tripping over her words as Jamie’s penetrating gaze held her eyes captive with a look that had her feeling quite breathless.

Claire could feel the warmth of his breath as her love quietly spoke seductively against her lips. “I see … Well then ... What were ye sayin’ about what Gomez Addams was doing tae his wife … Sass-en-ach?”

Lost in the suggestive look that Jamie was bestowing on her, Claire Fraser found it difficult to breathe let alone speak as she felt the gentle but scorching touch of lips brushing against her own.

“Ahhh … Ahhh …” she murmured incoherently. “He kissed … her hand.”

“What? … Like this?”

Placing his arm around Claire’s waist, Jamie held out her right arm and proceed to place warm, fervent kisses to the top of her hand before trailing them down to her little pinkie finger.

“Ye-yes…” she purred closing her eyes in the bliss of his seduction.

Soft, warm lips lathed the small digit before continuing on to her ring finger.  His lips started at the tip of her fingernail drawing it into his mouth before releasing her finger. His tongue then skimmed up and over her knuckle to where his wedding ring, a silver band with a small thistle bloom carved in the centre of each intertwined Highland pattern, lay nestled against her skin. Jamie’s lips hovered over the ring, stopping as his eyes observed his token of love on his Sassenach's finger. Jamie hesitated for a moment, then bent his head over it, his lips barely brushing over her knuckles once more before they touched the silver ring and stopped there for one moment of remembrance.

At the same time, suddenly Claire’s thoughts returned to that day in the hospital recalling when Frank had tried to twist it off her finger and the panic that she’d felt.  The guttural sound she’d made was heart wrenching and she’d jerked her hand away and cradled it, fisted, beneath her breast cupped in her left hand.

“I never took it off …  mon Cherie,” she whispered, the love in her voice caressing Jamie’s ears as much as his lips had caressed her hand.

This ring was special to her and she had never taken it off even over the twenty years they had been parted.  During those long, aching years of separation, it was one of her very, very few tangible reminders of Jamie. The Latin phrase that he’d engraved inside her wedding ring was a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus, and she had recited it so many, many times just thinking of her love when she closed her eyes at night.

Jamie’s lips found and touched the silver ring once more before his tongue slid from one side of the ring to the other. His ring which she wore on this finger since the day they had wed was special to him. It was his ultimate love token to the woman who had stolen his heart from the very moment he had laid eyes on her at Samhain time.  This ring spoke to him and was a reaffirmation of how solid was their love and how strong their bond was.

Her eyes were closed, and Claire knew without looking, that Jamie’s were, as well.

“Da Mi Basia Mille, diende centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum …” he murmured, smiling before opening his eyes to stare piercingly at his love as he translated the Latin.  “Then let amorous kisses dwell on our lips, begin and tell, a thousand and a hundred score, a hundred …”

Claire’s eyes blurred with tears. Placing her hand at the nape of Jamie’s neck, she fisted it in his glorious red hair, slowly twisting the curls between her fingers. "Dein mille altera … then give me a thousand more,” she uttered breathlessly clearing her throat.  

He brushed away the tear that had trickled down her cheek with his finger, but two more welled up and overflowed; she felt them, full and round, roll down her cheeks.

This poignant romantic moment of remembrance between them was suddenly so overwhelming, that she felt her eyes well up once again. The reality of the power of their love and connection made the fictional one between Gomez Addams and his wife Morticia pale in comparison.  Perhaps the show she had watched when back in the future was a reminder to her of who she missed terribly and how much she missed so achingly the sensuous kisses that her beloved husband had given her.  Suddenly, she was overcome with emotion as Jamie continued to display his amorous kisses to her hand.

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However, he soon sensed that his Claire was feeling wistful.

“Cl-aire?” Jamie’s voice was gentle and his utterance of her name, spoken in tenderness, nearly made her break down again.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Are ye okay mo ghràidh?  What’s the matter?  Am I not doin’ this right, like Gomez Addams?”

“Oh, Jamie, … You are doing this … so much better … than he ever could my love.”

Slowly he drew her close to him, taking both hands and holding their linked fingers just under his breast to where Claire could feel his heart beating in his chest. Jamie held his love close for a quiet moment and kissed the top of her head as it lay nestled against him.  Placing his finger under her chin, he lifted Claire’s face up to his, then cupping her beautiful cheeks with exquisite gentleness, he set his mouth on hers.

“I like yer Halloween story verra much mo ghràidh, in fact I like it sae much that I think we could … continue it in our bedroom.  What say ye … Querida Mia?” … He kissed his wife’s cheek … “Cara Bella,” … and then her other special name … “Sor-cha,” … Jamie muttered against Claire’s lips before trailing them down her throat in an assault that had her losing consciousness in his arms.

“Per-haps … we … could …” was her garbled reply spoken against his hot mouth as she wound her arms around her husband’s neck. Her eyes glazed over with emotion for this wonderful man as she succumbed to the sweet surrender of his embrace.  Jamie’s eyes too were shining with passion as he lifted Claire up into his arms and carried his love into their bedroom.

“This has been a verra good night Sassenach and one I think could be repeated each Samhain.”

“I approve … Querido,” she murmured seductively against his ear and cupping his cheek with her hand.

Touching foreheads, Jamie’s lips hovered over hers and he smiled with such a wicked look that Claire couldn’t help but smile too knowing that whatever came out of her husband’s mouth would be something profound.  However, she was not expecting his reply with the phrase Morticia Addams had spoken on the television program.

“When we are together darling … every night is Halloween. Now, I want to take ye to bed, and I mean to spend the rest of the night thinking what to do to ye once I’ve got ye there.”  

Then James Fraser proceeded to demonstrate the many ways that this Fraser husband showed his wife how he would seduce her every night … but twice on Samhain and Halloween.

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The End

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 The Addams Family Theme - Vic Mizzy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ5IWRz78DY

 Halloween with the Addams family (full episode)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LavY2K3-Vhs

 Endearment Translations:

Claire Fraser

mo chridhe - my heart

mo muirninn - my darling

mo luaidh - my darling, my dear.

a leannan - sweetheart, or beautiful woman

Sorcha – brightness

mo ghràidh – darling

mo nighean donn - my brown-haired lass

 Morticia Addams

Cara Mia - my beloved

Cara Bella – pretty face

Querida - the woman I desire.

Querida Mia – beloved

Tish – strong willed

 Gomez Addams

Bubula – sweetheart

Mon Cherie - dear heart, my dear love.

Querido - dear