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tuanyiems · 4 years

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Bambam and Bonbons

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 3.4k plot: the two of you get into a fight and you see your boyfriend mad for the first time…it’s an interesting discovery for the both of you, established relationship!au warnings – dom!yugyeom, sub!reader, light bondage, oral (f receiving), denial, a fight is involved…kinda not really lol they are simps for each other it’s pretty gross a/n – part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

You nibble on your nails, ruining your fresh manicure. Your self-destruction goes unnoticed though as you stare at the round clock on Yugyeom’s wall. In exactly 1 minute and 47 seconds it will be 7PM and his friends will be walking through his doors. 46. 45. 44…

“Will you stop? You’re making me nervous too,” Yugyeom laughs, pushing your hand away from your mouth.

When you look at him, distraught is written in every arch and wrinkle of your features. Chuckling, he leans in before pressing a teasing thumb to the center of your forehead. You whine as he proceeds to smooth the worry lines away.

“Gyeom,” you cry, pulling his hand away and wrapping your fingers through his instead.

He answers you with his smiling eyes. “It’s just a friendly get together, Y/N. My friends aren’t scary, just stupid. It’s nothing to be nervous about.”

You can only sigh and nod your head. His response doesn’t help at all, but you can tell in the way he rushes back into the kitchen to check on dinner that you’ve been annoying him. You don’t mean to be annoying. As much as you want to believe in Yugyeom’s reassurances, history has taught you better.

It doesn’t help that today of all days is Friday the 13th. Not that you’re a superstitious person, but it surely doesn’t do anything for you. And you’re going to need all the luck you can get if you’re going to meet your boyfriend’s friends for the first time.

How could you not worry? It hasn’t even been a full month since you two started dating and you know from how much Yugyeom talks about them, that their opinions really do matter.

And if your meeting tonight goes anything like how you first met Yugyeom, you’re not sure his friends will be as kind as your boyfriend. To be honest, you’re still not sure what anything you did could have attracted Yugyeom to you, but at this point, you’d rather not ask for fear he might realize his mistake.

You feel a squeeze over your hand, pulling you out of your stupor.

Yugyeom is smiling down at you. “They’re here. I’m going to ring them up.”

Quietly, you nod, watching as he makes strides towards the intercom at his doorway. Swallowing your anxiety, you rise from your seat to fix at the creases of your black dress.

“Y/N,” Yugyeom calls for you, a line of men behind him. “Let me introduce these clowns to you!”

You laugh nervously as four handsome men towered over you. Handsome people really did travel in pack, huh? You raised your head, neck straining. And apparently tall men too.

“This is Bambam, Jungkook, Jaehyun and Mingyu,” Yugyeom introduces.

“Y/N,” you smile shyly.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Bambam greets you, reaching out for your hand. You shake it hesitantly. “Blink twice if you’re being held against your will.”

You blink in surprise, flustered, and the guys break out into laughter.

“Hey!” Yugyeom complains, pushing past his friends. “It’s too early for your jokes, Bambam!”

“I don’t know,” Bambam gives you a friendly look. “Hard to believe you got a girl like Y/N voluntarily.”

You can only laugh, shaking your head in dismay.

“She blinked twice and is shaking her head now!” Jungkook points out, his eyes round and shining.

“It’s not too late, Y/N,” Jaehyun smiles at you kindly, dimples deep in his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Mingyu nods his head, reaching his arms out like a bodyguard to push Yugyeom back. “We’ll hold him back while you escape!”

You laugh at their playfulness, eyes turning to Yugyeom. He smiles back before turning to push his friends into the living room. And as you follow behind, you can’t help but feel a warmth blooming in your gut.

Maybe you were worried for nothing after all.

You smile gratefully when Yugyeom bends over the couch, handing you another cold bottle of beer before taking a seat on the floor by your legs.

“I still don’t understand why I’m partners with Mingyu,” Yugyeom grumbles, jokingly pushing Mingyu’s shoulders.

“You should’ve won at rock-paper-scissors then,” Bambam taunts. He pulls at your arm, bringing you closer to his side of the couch, much to Yugyeom’s disliking. Bambam smiles before whispering in your ear. “I’m the best at Taboo, we’re gonna win this!”

You chuckle, nodding your head.

“Whatever,” Yugyeom rolls his eyes at his friend, organizing the deck of cards. “Let’s just start.”

Unlike Yugyeom’s tone though, when the boys begin playing you are amused to find how intense they become. Jungkook and Jaehyun quickly come out of their shells, their competitive natures apparent as both their voices fill the apartment with shouts. Soon you are laughing so hard you wonder if you might be buzzed already.

“Okay, Y/N!” Bambam jumps up from the couch, shuffling superfluously. “Final round, we have to sync okay?”

You play along, pointing your two fingers from his eyes to yours. “Telepathy caps on!”

“Oh my god guys, just start already!” Yugyeom complains, which only succeeds in making the both of you laugh harder.

“Fine, if you want to lose faster,” Bambam shrugs his shoulders, making you snort, and the rest of the room roll their eyes collectively.

“I’m turning the hourglass!” Jungkook yells out.

You sit up, hands fisted and ready to play.

“Okay!” Bambam yells. “This is a…uh thing you like to consume! Um, self-care-”

“Chocolates!”

“What kind?”

“Uh,” you glance around the room before landing on Yugyeom. “Peppermint?”

“Ew, no what?” Bambam makes a face at you but Yugyeom smiles back, sends a wink your way. “It’s a circle. Usually filled with something. Sounds like Bambam!”

“BONBONS!” You yell out, ignoring the heat rising to your ears under Yugyeom’s gaze.

“Yes!” he cheers, throwing the card to the floor. “Okay, what do you use if you’re an off—a person of the law!”

“A cop?” you arch your brows. He nods eagerly, gesturing his fingers for more.

“What does a cop use?”

“A gun!”

“What else?”

“A baton?” You look at him questioningly.

“No!” Bambam waves the card in the air, practically jogging in place. “You can use this in bed too!”

“Handcuffs!” You yell out. “Oh my god!”

The guys around you laugh but Bambam waves his new card your way, breaking you out of your mortification.

“Consensual bondage in the bedroom is healthy, Y/N, ignore them!” Bambam shouts, not helping with your embarrassment at all. “Okay, next one is easy. Keep your head in the bedroom.”

“Oh dear,” you flush, glancing at your boyfriend before turning back to Bambam.

“When he cums, you?”

“SWALLOW!” You shriek, covering your eyes in embarrassment just as Jungkook yells out time.

Bambam laughs, settling back down next to you on the couch.

“Really?” he asks you teasingly making you pout. He grins. “Well aren’t you a good girlfriend.”

“And that concludes probably the most epic win of Taboo ever,” Jaehyun laughs, raising his beer in congratulations.

“And that’s the last sexual innuendo Bambam is allowed to say for the rest of tonight!” Yugyeom adds, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You chuckle, feeling his hands squeeze your hips.

“Good thing the night is over,” Bambam laughs heartily, clinking his beer bottle with yours. “We make a good team, Y/N!”

“We do,” you agree, drinking your beer with him. “But seriously, you could have said a type of bird or something. Anything else, really.”

“But would you have gotten the answer as quickly?” Bambam challenges and you can only roll your eyes because he’s right.

“Maybe she could have,” your boyfriend answers for you. “You really didn’t have to make the game so dirty.”

You turn your head to Yugyeom. Was that tension you heard in his voice?

“That was fun though,” Mingyu cuts in. “Best game we’ve played in a while.”

“For sure,” Jaehyun agrees, beginning to clean up the cards on the floor. There’s a shift in the room that you’re certain is coming from Yugyeom. You’re not really sure why though. You were all having so much fun just a moment ago.

“Well, I guess we better head out soon,” Bambam winks at you. “Don’t wanna overstay our welcome.”

“Yeah, I promised to come home early tonight,” Jungkook adds, getting up from the floor.

“You’re whipped man,” Mingyu teases, but Jungkook only answers with a bunny smile.

“Hey, at least he’s got someone to be whipped for,” Jaehyun defends.

“And now that Y/N’s here, it’s just you and me man!” Bambam stretches his arms out towards Mingyu dramatically, making you laugh.

“Thanks for coming everyone,” you add, rising from your seat on the couch. “I had so much fun—”

You watch in slow motion as the beer bottle in your hand slips out of your grasp, spilling all over Bambam’s pants.

“Oh my god!” You gasp, automatically bending to wipe at his pants.

“Woah, woah,” Bambam grabs your wrists, cheeks flushed.

“OH MY GOD!” You gasp even louder, your face on fire at the realization of your hands on his crotch. Pulling out of his hands, you look mortified as you apologize.

“It’s fine,” he chuckles easily. “Not the first time a girl’s made my pants wet.”

“So much for no more sexual innuendos,” Mingyu snickers.

Yugyeom groans from the couch and you wince inwardly.

“Let me get you cleaned up in the kitchen,” you say, ushering Bambam into the next room over.

Alone, Bambam laughs at your flushed face. “I’m just teasing you, Y/N. You’re almost as fun to tease as Yugyeom.”

“Still,” you sigh, handing him a kitchen towel to wipe himself. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” he grins. “Gyeom warned us you were clumsy.”

“He did?” you frown.

“It’s a good thing,” Bambam reassures you, but you look at him like he’s grown two heads. It makes him chuckle and he pats you on the shoulder. “He really likes you. As his best friend, you can trust my judgement.”

“Then, as his best friend, do you approve?” you look up at him hopefully.

“As long as you’re my game partner next time.”

“Deal!” you smile, shaking his hand.

Feeling your spirits lifted you walk towards the kitchen door until you hear a loud tear. You feel a tug on the end of your dress and when you turn, Bambam’s eyes are wide with shock.

Slowly, you look down at your body. A fresh split runs up your thigh, showcasing your bare flesh and as you look up, the evidence of your torn dress hangs from his Cartier bracelet. The two of you gape at each other in shock.

“What’s taking you so…long?” Yugyeom enters the kitchen, a scowl on his face that only deepens when his eyes land on your disheveled appearance.

“Dude,” Bambam chuckles awkwardly, waving his wrist with the torn garment. “It wasn’t me, it was the bracelet.”

“I-It really was an accident,” you stutter out, face so hot you think you might actually explode this time.

Annoyance is written all over Yugyeom’s face and you can’t help but feel sick in your stomach. The worst case scenario was really unfolding in front of you. You just embarrassed yourself in front of all his friends and now he was going to want nothing to do with you. Why would he? You were out here spilling drinks on his friend’s crotch and ripping your dress in half.

You wouldn’t want a girlfriend like yourself either.

You should just be grateful you lasted a month.

Clenching his fist, Yugyeom finally lets out a sigh. “Mingyu’s waiting outside for the Uber. You two are sharing, right?”

“Oh, right!” Bambam smiles, glad for the opportunity to exit.

Shuffling out of the kitchen, he laughs one last time as he slips your torn dress piece into Yugyeom’s palm before running out of the apartment.

And then it’s just you and Yugyeom.

You wait for him to say something, yell maybe, anything…but instead he leaves the kitchen without a single word. The minute you’re left alone in the kitchen, your heart leaps to your throat and it hurts to swallow. Your eyes wet but you hold yourself together, fisting your torn dress before exiting the room.

When you enter the living room, Yugyeom is cleaning up the empty bottles and putting away the board games. He doesn’t spare you a glance, but like a scolded puppy you don’t know what else to do but stand there until he says something.

Yugyeom can see you standing there in his peripheral and he knows you’re waiting for him to speak. It’s a little hard for him to pretend like he isn’t annoyed though. How could he not be? He pretty much spent the whole night watching his girlfriend and his best friend flirt with each other. And yeah, he knows you weren’t flirting, you were just being yourself, but somehow that makes it worse. As if you and Bambam have chemistry so good that you don’t even have to try. It was just plain annoying!

“Gyeom,” you break the silence first. You utter it so softly he almost thinks he imagined it.

That all changes when he finally looks at you.

Yugyeom’s eyes widen with surprise when he sees you, your cheeks shiny with fresh tears. All annoyance is quickly replaced with panic. Dropping the empty cans back onto the floor, he rushes to meet you.

“What’s wrong, are you hurt?” He holds your face in his hands, thumbs brushing at your tears.

Fresh droplets fall as he brushes at your cheeks and your vision blurs, but you continue, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry. I’m not trying to manipulate you.”

“Of course, you aren’t,” he whispers, his chest tightening. In the back of his mind, he wonders about the old relationships you had glanced over. Which one of your exes placed those words in your mouth?

When you push his hands away, it brings him back to the present. He can’t care about your exes right now. He’s making you cry right now. That thought feels like a punch to his gut.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, rubbing your tears with the back of your hand. It smudges your makeup down your eyes. “I embarrassed you in front of all your friends. I even ripped my dress!”

At this, you flail at your bare thigh and Yugyeom knows you’re being serious, but you look so adorable, he can’t help but laugh. When you hear it, you look at him with surprise.

Yugyeom steps closer, bringing his arms back around your waist. “I think you were the only one feeling embarrassed, Y/N.”

Your wet eyes shimmer as you arch your brows in confusion. “So…you’re not mad at me?”

Yugyeom lets out a sigh, shaking his head. “I’m the one that should be sorry. I was a little annoyed, but not because of you.”

“Really?”

“I would never get mad at you over your butterfingers,” he chuckles, one hand coming to cup your cheek. “It’s part of your charm.”

You look at him hesitantly, still unsure. “You’re really not mad at me? I can still be your girlfriend?”

“Are you kidding me?” Yugyeom pulls you to his chest as if you might run from him otherwise. “You’re not getting away from me that easily!”

Finally, you break into a smile and wrap your arms around him. Pressing your face into his chest, you breathe in his warmth.

Squeezing him, you giggle, pulling away just enough to look at him. He lifts a brow, amused.

“First you’re crying and now you’re laughing?”

“We just had our first fight,” you snicker.

“You’re a rollercoaster, you know that?” Yugyeom laughs. He gives you a once over, eyeing the slit of your thigh. Tongue in cheek, he looks at you mischievously. “You know what comes after a fight?”

You blink, shaking your head.

Smirking, his hands come around your dress, “Make-up sex!”

And then you hear a loud tear. You gasp, your body on full display for Yugyeom now.

“I’ll buy you a new dress,” he replies easily, licking his lips.

You barely notice the flimsy material slipping off your body as Yugyeom captures your lips with his.

Pulling away, he looks you over and smirks. “Are you up for some consensual bondage?”

You feel a shiver run down your spine. Lifting your arms above you head, you smile innocently up at your boyfriend. “I think I need a little punishment.”

“God,” he exhales, rolling up your dress to wrap around your wrists. “How are you so perfect?”

“I have a good teacher,” you whisper, feeling a thrill when he tugs to secure the knot. Smiling down at you, he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, inhaling the sweet aroma of your shampoo. And then you feel a hard slap come down on your ass.

You gasp in surprise, pressing your knees together as arousal shoots straight to your core. Rubbing circles over your lace panties, Yugyeoms sooths the blow as he places kisses from your tied wrists down your arms. He sucks along your neck, marking your skin pink. You can’t help arching at the sensation, legs buckling when he licks at the sensitive skin of your ear.

His breath is hot and heavy at your lobe when another hand comes down on your ass. It brings an audible moan out of you that makes Yugyeom groan. He grips your ass in his hands, kneading your soft flesh between his fingers.

“You pretty little thing,” he mutters into the crook of your neck, fingers coming to undo the clasp of your bra. His hands come under the now loose material and he squeezes around your boobs. “You make men go mad and don’t even know it. Makes me want to ruin you.”

Your breath is heavy, looking at him through fluttering lashes as he pulls your bra up and over your arms. He chuckles, pinching a nipple. It makes you whimper.

“Ruin me, Gyeom,” you utter, breath heavy as if you had been running.

He frowns at you, lifting a brow. “Gyeom?”

You swallow. “S-sir.”

Yugyeom smirks, pulling at the ends of his shirt, he throws the cotton material onto the floor. “That’s better.”

You can’t help eyeing his bare skin, his tattoos rising along with each of his breaths.

“You look so pretty like this,” he groans, hooking his finger through the sides of your panties. “And all mine.”

In one swoop, Yugyeom pulls your underwear down to your ankles and bends to his knees. You barely have time to blink before he is pushing you against the arm of the couch and spreading your legs.

“Oh!” you gasp when Yugyeom licks a strip up your folds.

Eyes on you, Yugyeom sucks at your clit and watches as you fall apart. It feels too good all at once and you don’t know what to do with yourself. You preen at every roll of his tongue, fingers clutching at the knot around your wrist in an attempt to keep you tethered to reality.

But when he thrusts two fingers, curling into you and sucking at your clit, you are lost entirely to the pleasure.

“Yugyeom!” You cry out, leaning completely on the couch now. You squeeze your thighs around his head, shaking with desire.

He groans into you, fingers fucking faster into you as you tighten around him.

“R-right there,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut. You feel lightheaded as your core begins to tighten. It feels so good, you can barely breathe. Almost there…

Yugyeom lifts his head, your arousal glistening over his lips.

“Gyeom!” you whine, thighs flexing in an attempt to bring back the already fleeting orgasm. His hands hold you firmly in place though.

“I thought you wanted to be punished,” he teases, his smile widening when you moan, this time with displeasure.

You pout, sitting up to hang your arms around his neck. “I think that was enough punishment. Let’s have real make-up sex now, okay? Please?”

You press a kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Since you ask so nicely,” Yugyeom smiles, hands coming under your thighs. He stands up, lifting you up in one swoop as you hang onto his neck. “Prepare yourself, baby, I’m not letting you sleep tonight!”

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the-archxr · 4 years

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Nobody Puts Harrington in a Corner

steve harrington x reader

Summary: What do you do when you want to go see a romance movie but have no one to take you? You haul along your best friend and have an impromptu dance lesson after, of course.

A/N: y’all I fucking love Dirty Dancing so much, it’s not even funny. This fic is honestly just self-indulgent, so enjoy??? Even if you don’t like Dirty Dancing.

Song Inspo: (I’ve Had) Time of My Life - Jennifer Warnes and Bill Medley, Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen

•••••

“I have a business proposition for you.”

The words come out rushed, ragged and breathless. A strange mix that Steve isn’t particularly familiar with when it’s coming from you. His eyes trail up to your hunched figure, shocked at what he sees.

Your face is a blotchy red, with blown cheeks, and a heaving chest. With complete disregard of your previous statement he speaks up. “Did you run here?”

You shrug, and wipe at your forehead. “Yeah, but that’s besides the point.” Straightening your back, you almost square up Steve as a way of proving your point.

He leans his hip against the countertop with his arms crossed and hair falling haphazardly in his face. “I need to ask you something, Steve. And before you say no, just remember that I’m literally you’re most favourite person on the face of this planet who has saved your ass more times than I can count.”

“Okay..?” He pushes himself off the counter before straightening out the ugly green vest he has to wear. “What is it?”

You smile wildly but force yourself to keep some composure as to not draw Keith’s attention, who has definitely kicked you out of the store before, and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.

“So...there’s this new movie...”

“Well there’s a lot of new movies, Y/N.” He butts in playfully, which earns a small glare in his direction (which inevitably turns into a smile, but you assume he’s too unobservant to actually notice).

“Anyway,” you exaggerate, wringing your hands together. “I want to see this movie, and no one will go with me...so I’m forcing you to be my...” you hesitate, trying to find the word. However, the one you were trying to avoid slips out. “My date.”

The boys eyes widen almost immediately as he awkwardly falls back a bit. “Your...date? Like a...date date?”

“What? No!” You say quickly, shaking your head. “No, I’m not asking you out, Harrington. I’m saving that for Family Video’s regular attendees.” You gesture to a group of giggling girls who’ve you seen here one to many times, who very obviously come here for the sole purpose that is Steve Harrington. “No, it’s cause it’s a romance movie, and I don’t really wanna’ go alone.”

He frowns and lifts his shoulders in question. “Why not?”

You laugh to yourself, the question sitting awkwardly within your mind. “Because...it’s embarrassing? I mean what would you think if you saw me by myself in that situation?”

He pauses and shrugs. “I guess I’d feel...I don’t know, pity? It’s a tough question.” He mumbles, eliciting a roll of your eyes.

You brush off his remark of it being a “tough question” and clear your throat. “Exactly, Steven. Which is why you are going to accompany me to this movie, so that way I don’t have to deal with the apparent pity.”

It’s silent for a moment. Steve chooses to lean against the counter again, as he mauls over your offer. “I don’t even like romance movies, Y/N.”

You frown and lean in closer to your friend. “I know, but please, Steve.”

You grab his hand and squeeze it, batting your eyelashes at him in the most exaggerated way you know. You don’t like manipulating people (much less your best friend), but for reasons unknown, the poor boy can never really say no to you—and you really need him to say yes.

His gaze make its way from your clasped hands, up your arm and to your face. His chest tightens and his whole body turns rigid as he watches you allow your head to lean ever-so-slightly to the side. Soon, the tips of his ears grow hot and then -

“Um...excuse me?” Both of your necks snap to the source of the voice. It’s one of the girls from the group earlier, and you can’t help but chuckle, because she looks just as nervous as she sounds. Her eyes are quickly cast on Steve, which causes her to flick her ponytail back with a shaky smile. “My friends and I are trying to look for a certain movie, and we can’t seem to find it. Do you mind helping us?”

You turn to Steve with a smirk. He clears his throat, noticing that the hand that held his a mere few seconds ago rests casually on the counter. You look unbothered by the events that had occurred, which makes Steve’s stomach drop (and not in a good way). He frowns in your direction once more before shaking himself out of it, shooting a smile in the girls direction. “No problem.”

You laugh and stride towards the door. “The movie starts at seven, but you might as well show up thirty minutes early ‘cause you have a little tendency called ‘being late’, Harrington.”

You hold the door open, one side of your body burning with the summer heat that threatens the comfort of everyone, and the other side facing Steve and the air-conditioned store. You wait until he looks back at you, which takes him a few seconds before he’s practically shooing you away. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see.”

You jump in excitement and wink at the boy. “See you tonight, Stevie!”

“See you tonight,” he mumbles, before turning to the jittery group of girls in the corner.

•••••

“Look who’s the late one!” Steve shouts in your direction. It’s 6:50 (which is even a little late for you) and surprisingly Steve has already arrived. “Ya know I’ve been sitting here for like, fifteen minutes.”

You shut your car door and stride up the cocky boy. “Oh, I am truly sorry, your Highness, but my dear mother was keeping me up.”

He hums, looking you up and down with fake accusation. “...Apology accepted,” he shoots back before standing up and guiding the two of you to concession.

Really, it’s a miracle that the two of you made it on time. And it’s an even bigger miracle that the last two seats in the theatre were directly beside each other; enough space for the two of you, and your obscenely large bucket of popcorn.

Steve leans over to you as the lights dim dramatically. His breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, forcing your attention onto him. “So, uh, what kinda’ movie title is ‘Dirty Dancing’?”

You shake your head at him and push his face towards the screen. “Just watch the movie, Farmer Fred.”

“You and your Sixteen Candles references...” he mutters before you kick his foot with yours in annoyance. “Okay, okay, I’ll be quiet.”

He sighs and leans back in his seat, remaining quiet for the rest of your “date”.

•••••

The movie ends quickly—way too quickly for your liking, and when the lights turn back on you can’t help but frown.

The sound of clapping from the viewers drowns out the sounds of popcorn being squished on the ground and the squeaking of the seats.

Steve is standing up, his shadow casted over you as you try to steady yourself after sitting for so long. He lets you walk past him, hand grazing your lower back as he guides you through the bustling stream of exiting movie-goers.

Soon, the two of you have left the theatre itself and face the stark cold air of the night. “So...” Steve starts, slowly walking you to your car. “What did you th—“

“It was amazing!” You shout, eyes blown with excitement as you hop back and forth. With a breath you let yourself slip into pur amusement after having to control yourself for so long. “I mean the dancing and the plot was incredible! And—and the end was just...just so good! And don’t get me started on Patrick Swayze! Like, oh my god, who does he think he is just looking like that, prancing around without a care in the world?!”

Steve laughs and stops just before your car as you unlock it. “Yeah, honestly it wasn’t that bad. The lift was something else though.” He leans against the door as you put your purse into the passenger's seat. “I mean I can’t imagine doing that! And the amount of times they probably had to do it?! Geez, it’d be hell.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Oh, come on, it didn’t look that hard.”

Steve’s jaw drops with a shake of his head. “Well it wasn’t hard for Baby, obviously. All she had to do was jump! Johnny was the one who had to hold her up!”

You laugh incredulously at your best friend before a rather treacherous idea pops in your head. You bite your lip, slam the car door shut and look out into the somewhat empty parking lot.

“Well, why don’t we out this theory to the test...?”

Steve’s laughter dies quickly before a squeak of a “what?” slips out of his mouth. You grab his hand and lead him to a rather deserted spot just south of where your cars are parked.

“Let’s try it out! Let’s be Baby and Johnny. Let’s do the lift.” Your tone turns serious which only adds to Steve’s ever-growing nervousness.

“You can’t be serious...” His hands are deep in his pockets as he leans from one foot to the other. Strands of hair in fall in front of his face, and for a moment, in the distant light, he really does look like Johnny.

You can’t help but really notice the oddity of the whole situation. What with Steve looking like a reincarnation of Johnny Castle and you deciding to get somewhat dressed up and wear your favourite sundress—one that is oddly similar to Baby’s. It’s a funny little coincidence that you opt to point out later. But now? The two of you have to do this.

You remove your jacket, leaving it on the ground and shake out your limbs before looking straight at your friend. Steve’s face deepens with his shock. “Oh god, you are serious.”

You laugh and signal at Steve to get ready. Instead he shakes his head. “Y/N, I--I don’t think this is the best idea.”

“Steve, come on! We’re testing out are hypothesis’ as to who had a more difficult time performing the lift.”

He shuffles quickly, and with a groan, throws his jacket off his body. “I swear to god, Y/N.” You here him mumble as he nervously fidgets and bends his knees. He gets into a stance similar to Johnny’s and holds out his hands to you. His whole body is shaking—which in comparison is odd because yours simply feels light.

The cold prickles at your exposed skin, and it sends your senses into overdrive as your eyes lock onto Steve’s.

Kicking off your shoes, you dig your heels into the ground and prepare yourself.

“Oh, and Steve?” His head shoots up to you. “Don’t drop me.”

He stands up straight at that as he loses his concentration. “Oh well that’s a really comforting thing to sa—WAIT!”

You had already started running. Your feet pounding against the gravel as fly-away pebbles poke the soles of your feet; your body gaining momentum with every step.

Steve rushes into the stance, desperately trying to ground himself.

“Steve!” You shout with a laugh as you jump. His hands catch your waist as he extends his legs. It almost works but with Steve’s partially delayed actions, your head barely gets above his before he’s stumbling backward.

He falls first, with you quickly following as his grip pulls you down with him.

You land on his chest, and for a moment the air is filled with shock. Rolling onto the ground beside him, you regain your breath before bursting in laughter.

“Jesus, Y/N!” He shouts, body tingling with nerves.

By now the parking lot is empty, save for the cars of the theatres workers, which means that your laugh echoes to the neighbouring buildings.

Steve pushes a hand through his hair before inhaling deeply. His eyes cast to your figure—still rolling on the ground—and before he has a chance to reprimand you, something hits him.

It’s a sudden feeling. One that pulls the last of his breath out of his lungs and throws it into the night sky. You don’t notice his sudden change in behaviour, and to be frank, he doesn’t even really recognize what he’s feeling other than the fact that he felt this...murmur this morning. Except this time it’s amplified.

He hears pounding in his ears, and as he watches the faint, yellow light from the theatre cast over your face, he feels the pit of his stomach burst open. Butterflies flutter around in his belly and threaten to escape his throat.

The feeling—one that is shocking, but not unwelcome—is indescribable. The boy gets lost in his thoughts as he watches you finally get up off the ground and gather your things.

Steve feels as though he’s watching an old tape. The pictures move slowly, and they’re a little fuzzy, but they elicit warm, nostalgic feelings.

Suddenly your voice rings through his ears, until he recognizes that you’re looking at him a little confused. Steve is snapped out of his trance, his body jumping up to match yours. Your eyes are wide as you stare him up and down. “You get another concussion?”

The joke is familiar, but his laugh is delayed. He simply shakes his head, realizing that this is the first time he’s actually looked at you (and if he’s honest, you’re making him a little nervous). He takes note that even though you look messy--with wild hair everywhere and a breathtaking smile--he can’t help but admire you in your most natural state. However you break the moment (unknowingly) with a shrug. Spinning on your heel to your car, you continue to talk to him as he walks over to the familiar, beat-up BMW. “Anyway, I was saying that for a first time that wasn’t bad. We just need a little practice.”

“The first time?” Steve questions, leaning on the roof of his car. “There’s gonna’ be a second time?”

You shrug with a cheeky smile. “If you want...”

He allows a small smile—a smile he can’t tell if you catch from the distance, but one he hopes you feel. “Yeah. I do.”

You smile back at him, and soon your bidding him goodnight and driving out of the parking lot.

Steve, on the other hand waits. He’s stunned, obviously. So much so that part of him is concerned about this new revelation. But the other part of him, recognizes it. He may be oblivious, but he’s not necessarily stupid.

And how could he be? When he hasn’t felt this way before...and it’s such a strong feeling. If anything, he’s forced to figure it out.

He grins to himself, the sight of you burned into his memory and carved into his heart. It’s the kind of sight that he knows he’ll see behind closed eyes and dazed moments where he can’t help but let his mind wander.

It’s a sight that promises something new.

He can’t wait to tell Robin about this.

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stargleam-star · 3 years

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Time to talk about Leopardstar's Honor. Spoilers below! Also I share my controversial opinion so be aware of that too. Strap in folks, this is gonna be a long post.

Alright I am gonna start this shit off by confessing: I am not a Leopardstar fan. Like at all. But I was hoping her super edition would change my mind. It worked with Crowfeather's. So I thought "finally, I'll get to understand why everyone loves Leopardstar so much". But this book didn't change my opinion of her at all. In fact it might've made it worse. However, I do think at the very least Leopardstar was written dynamically. She's complex in that she wants what's best for the clan, but does the worst things possible and winds up getting clanmates killed as a result. Her personality sucks, but that's completely my opinion. I don't like people who think and act like she does. The whole book she was like "I'm special uwu" which is annoying. But that doesn't make her a bad character.

Beyond the characterization of Leopardstar, I think the world around her felt a little bland. Especially in compare to how it was described in Crookedstar's Promise. In that book I felt like I was actually walking through Riverclan territory with Crookedjaw. But in this super edition I felt confused at times.

Now to rant about my biggest disappointment with the book: Leopardstar's relationship with other characters. Once again the erins decided to treat foster siblings like they aren't actually family. I kinda liked that Skykit was a little shit towards Leopardkit in the beginning, but I hoped they'd grow to be close. They didn't. In fact Leopardfur barely mentions her foster siblings once she's an older apprentice then warrior, except to refer to them as clanmates. Also Frogleap was Silverstream's foster brother, yet the erins write him as having a crush on her?? Gross. I have a lot more thoughts related to Silverstream, but more on that later.

As for Frogleap, I liked him. He was charming and nice. I was constantly rooting for him to have a good life. I don't like that Leopardfur was in love with him though, it felt forced. But the erins gotta throw in an unnecessary romance somewhere so *shrug*. I liked Leopardfur's relationship with Sunfish though, I thought that was fun. Sunfish was sweet and was a good choice to be the opposite of Leopardfur. They balanced each other out. I was sad when she died. I have no feelings on Whiteclaw though tbh

I didn't like how Mudfur was portrayed in this book. I understand Leopardfur is an unreliable narrator so his behavior seems shitty on purpose. But beyond that, he just comes off as bad. He spoiled his daughter rotten from a young age, constantly telling her how special she is (which fuels her self righteousness) then when she grows up to be greedy and hot headed, he treats her like she shouldn't believe she's more special than anybody else. Like dude you created this monster, and now you're gonna do a full 180 and claim its her fault she's such a brat? Cmon dude

Next, a Silverstream rant. I really wanted Leopardfur to have more of a connection to her. They were both born under the same circumstances (mother wasn't well, and died after giving birth). Theyre both the sole survivors of their litter. Also, they were both born to an important cat in th clan, and spoiled when they were young. And so I thought, maybe Leopardfur would form a fondness for Silverstream because of all this. They could have been written as opposite sides of the same coin. Leopardfur grew up to be ambitious and greedy. She wanted to rule her clan. Silverstream also grew up greedy, but wanted to find happiness with her mate ratherthan her clan. It would have been interesting to see how Leopardfur would handle a cat who was almost just like her. But no, we don't get any of that. Instead somehow Leopardfur finds out Silverstream is dating Graystripe. So the only interaction these two ladies have is over Silverstream's stupid teenage romance. Then Leopardfur has bitter thoughts about Silverstream's kits their entire lives. "Oh I should have looked out for Silverstream more" *proceeds to treat her surviving children like crap because their dad was born someplace else*

I wanna talk about another bit of wasted character relationship potential. Leopardfur's connection to Mistyfoot and Stonefur. Is nonexistent. We hardly get any interaction between those three until Leopardfur is close to becoming leader. Then we start seeing more of Stonefur and just a little bit of Mistyfoot. But barely. It feels as though Leopardstar picks Stonefur outta nowhere, especially when she has deeper connections with other, more experienced cats. Like Beetlenose, and her foster siblings Skyheart and Blackclaw. Hell, even with Loudbelly! Leopardstar doesn't care about Mistyfoot until after Stonefur gets killed on her watch. It's ridiculous! It's wasted character potential. Nothing infuriates me more than wasted character potential.

I will say though, Tigerstar definitely lived up to his full potential in this book. He was cruel, manipulative, cunning, and believably deceiving. I hate Tigerstar as a person. But I love how he was written here as a character. He felt fleshed out and well rounded. And I should hope so, given he's warrior's biggest villain up until the last book of Omen of the Stars. Though I didn't like the implication Tigerstar made about being interested in being Leopardstar's mate. That was gross, just cause he sucks and that makes Tigerstar×Leopardstar canon. Way to go, erins

Finally, I want to talk about the story's writing... god it was a mess. The pacing was terrible. The first couple of chapters were long as hell. The time skipping (especially after chapter 2) could be a bit jarring. And then the later chapters felt short af. The book seemed to fly past the events of TPB rather than giving us a chance to think about and digest Leopardfur's feelings during this time period. And they retconned Oakheart's death which ruins a big plot point of the first warriors arc. There were way too many spelling and grammar errors. The book was sloppily written and you can tell the erins threw everything together as quick as possible without double checking thrir work. I understand the time limit they're given to finish books, but they really should have been more thoughrough with proofreading especially with how large of an editing team they had.

Overall this book was a disappointment. Definitely up there with the worst warriors books ever written. It was a nothing burger of a story. And its such a shame it had to happen to such a beloved character's story. Leopardstar, sweety, you deserved so much better. Im sad I couldn't become a fan. And Im sorry the erins did you so dirty 💔

#leopardstar's honor spoilers #LH liveblog

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dnfisgay · 4 years

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Mr. Loverman - Chapter 1

a/n: hey! welcome to my first fic on here! i kinda feel like i’m back in freshman year writing youtube rpf but hey! we’re all regressing anyway aren’t we? this is a dreamnotfound fic based on the online personas of georgenotfound and dream. this is in no way meant to pressure them or their relationship, and if either of them say they’re uncomfortable with fanfiction i’ll take this down! but anyway at the beginning of every chapter there will be a content warning section and a summary if needed, or if any plot altering events happen during the possibly triggering sections. i hope y’all enjoy Mr. Loverman, a fic based on the song by Ricky Montgomery.

THIS IS MY OWN WORK. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER BLOGS/SITES WITHOUT PERMISSION. DO NOT REPOST AS YOUR OWN.

Prologue

Sometimes, a simple decision is what changes your life the most. Sometimes, a tragedy is a blessing in disguise. Not always, but enough of the time for a few lucky people to benefit. We were some of those people. A simple decision changed... everything. Everyone. Changed me, changed him. Sometimes, we regret those decisions. Other times, they’re the best thing that’s ever happened. We made history together. We made our own history. We changed ourselves for the better. Part of it was born of tragedy, of pain and suffering, of wrong-place-wrong-time. But after, we were born anew. A butterfly emerging from fog.

The rainbow after a storm. A soft mist at the edge of a violent fall. Our own little refuge within the storm. We made history together, you and me.

“I've shattered now, I'm spilling out Upon this linoleum ground I'm reeling in my brain again Before it can get back to you Oh, what am I supposed to do without you?”

Content Warnings: none

Word count: 1,520

Chapter One - A New Chapter Of Us

“What if we moved in together?”

George laughed.

‘What? You’re joking.”

“No! I’m totally serious!” Dream said, laying on his bed. “Think about it. You could get a work visa, come live with me, and we can make videos together! Like vlogs and stuff! You can get away from your family, and I… well I get you! It’s obviously a win-win situation.”

“Vlogs? You don’t even show your face.”

“Oh… yeah. Well, whatever! I’ll do a face reveal. Please, George!”

George’s hesitance showed, making Dream bounce on his knees on the bed, literally begging him.

“Please George! Please!” he laughed, waiting for him to agree. George stayed silent, trying to hide his smile.

“I guess you don’t love me then… oh bother,” Dream fake pouted at him, pretending to cry, rubbing his eyes to make them red. He couldn’t hide the smile in his voice.

“Okay, alright, you wore me down,” George said. “Looks like I’m going to Florida!”

---

It’d been three months since Dream asked George to move in with him, and every day he’d sent him pictures of their place. Their place. He doesn’t know why that made him so happy to hear, especially coming from Dream. When he showed George the lounge and texted him “our living room :D,” he felt like his whole entire body was lit ablaze. Like a firework on the Fourth of July -- how American of you already, George, he could hear Dream’s voice saying. It felt like when his first girlfriend told him I love you for the first time. Except... not that. Obviously not that.

And the day was finally here, after waiting for the visa to get approved, and video chats, and seeing only pictures, it was finally going to be their place. Dream and George’s place. There would be no more lagging video or Discord crashing on them. If the internet went out, he’d still be in the next room over. He’d still be his.

Well, not his. But he’d be there. George felt the need to explain himself even in his own head.

The sound of Dream’s Discord ringer cut through his thoughts, too loud for his own good. He stretched over to his desk and answered, turning his camera on too.

“Georgie!” Dream said, bouncing with excitement. “Guess what tomorrow is, Georgie.” He leaned forward on his desk, wiggling his eyebrows at George.

George feigned confusion. “I don’t know, Dream. What’s tomorrow?”

Dream pouted. “Are you being serious right now? Do you really not remember?”

“Dream! I’m literally packing right now!”

“I’m litch-rally packing right now!” Dream mocked, impersonating George’s British accent. George stared him down while Dream was folded over laughing.

“It’s not too late for me to change my mind, you know.”

“Actually, it is. Work visas have to be used or you’ll get a fine,” Dream said, chewing loudly on what looked like — popcorn? God, Americans were weird.

“Is that actually true or did you just make that up so I have no choice but to come?”

Dream looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “...Maybe.” George laughed silently, smiling to himself. He would never say it out loud, but he loved Dream. He didn’t know what made him keep it to himself when Dream all but shouted it from the rooftops, but something inside of him felt it was too real to be said. Dream knew it was true, and that was good enough, right?

“Did you want to watch me pack?” George said, folding another one of his shirts and placing it in the box. Dream wasn’t paying attention. He was messing with something on his desk, his tongue sticking out and his eyebrows furrowed so tightly you could barely see his eyes. George loved his eyes, they were a warm pale green color that fit him perfectly. George snapped his fingers at Dream and asked if he was listening.

“Huh? Oh. No. I’m sorry,” Dream looked sheepish, worried. “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to, I just zone out sometimes, I’m really sorr—“

“Dream, Dream, calm down. It’s okay,” George smiled. “I’m not mad. Did you want me to ask the question again?”

“Please.”

“I asked if you wanted to watch me pack,” he asked, knowing which answer he hoped for.

“Ooh, can I stay on?” Dream looked giddy as he asked. “I wanna tell you about my new bedwars record.”

“Sounds perfect, Dream.”

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It took him two more hours to finish packing up his clothes, bathroom necessities, and shoes, spare for the ones he needed on the plane. Dream had talked on and on for the whole two hours, about bedwars and what he was going to make for dinner, and how his mom sent him over homemade banana bread the other day. And even Patches made an appearance after a while.

“Oh my God, Patches! I get to meet Patches! You know Dream, I’m kind of more excited to meet her than I am you.”

“Haha, very funny,” Dream cooed. “Not like Patches will make you dinner or comfort you when you have nightmares.

“Nightmares? I do not have nightmares!” George defended, despite the fact he did definitely have nightmares. And he knew Dream knew that, he’d been the one called at 4 in the morning and the one who talked George back to sleep. It was all part of the game, though, the cat and mouse they had going on. He wondered who was the cat and who was the mouse

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Georgie. Oh, wait,” Dream smirked, laughing his ass off. George gasped and tossed his dirty shirt at his webcam, not minding the fact that it was still on his body and that he was now shirtless in his cold room.

“Hey! I wanna see the view! You look sexy with your hair messed up like that.”

“Haha, very funny,” George fake laughed, though Dream didn’t. He usually laughed after jokes like that. What made this one different? “If I wasn’t so bloody cold right now I’d leave it on there. Make you suffer all alone under there.” He heard Dream whimper, and he didn’t know what it was, but it made his stomach churn. “But, I am very, very freezing right now.”

He pulled the shirt off the webcam, covering his chest with the fabric. “There. You have been freed,” he said, slipping his shirt back on. He swore he saw Dream’s eyes linger on the strip of skin still exposed on his stomach before he pulled it down.

“I’m gonna go make some dinner,” George said, checking the time on his phone. “What, it’s already 9? Jesus. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go make some cereal real quick, stay on the call.”

George put Dream’s volume loud enough that he could hear it decently from across the flat. Meaning, Dream could also hear him burning himself.

“Did you just burn yourself? Aren’t you making cereal?”

“Um…maybe?” he said, shouting over the cold running water. “I may have accidentally left the oven on from when I made salmon last night.”

“Last night?” Dream screamed in horror. “Genuinely, how are you not dead yet?”

“I don’t know!” he said, wincing and drying off his hand before grabbing his bowl of cereal. Well, it wasn’t a bowl, but a large Tupperware container.

“Is that Tupperware?” Dream asked as he sat down at his desk.

“It was the easiest thing to unpack.”

George ate his cereal in silence for a few minutes, drinking down the last bit of the sugary milk before asking “What were you staring at earlier? When you got distracted.”

It took Dream a few seconds, but he finally remembered. “Oh! This!” He pulled out a tiny crossbow made of pencils and shot a rubber band at his camera.

“That’s actually so sick,” George said, staring more intently at his screen to get a closer look. Dream went off on a tangent about it, showing him the mechanics and everything it could shoot. He swore he’d have another one for George by the time he got home. Home. He liked that word coming out of Dream’s mouth. He liked hearing it about himself.

Eventually, it got too late for George to be up anymore. His flight left in 7 hours and he still needed to pack his PC. Dream pouted when he told him he had to go, but perked back up when he remembered the next time he’d see George, he’d be able to hug him! He was all but forcing his body to get tired after that.

“Wake me up if you need me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you, Georgie,” Dream smiled. This time, he didn't sound teasing. He sounded genuine, more genuine than he’d heard in a long time.

“I… admire you too, Dream.” George’s face went flush and hot, his cheeks blotchy with pink and peach.

“Psh! When are you ever gonna say it back?”

“Never, I thought we’d been over this.”

“Mark my words, Georgie. I will get you to say it back sooner or later.”

Yeah, right.

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a/n: so! that was the first chapter of Mr. Loverman! i’d love any feedback and opinions y’all have! the next chapter should be up in a few days, and i even have art from one of my lovely twitter mutuals coming! i hope everyone enjoyed! :D feel free to reblog<3

Chapter 2 - Linoleum Ground (date TBD)

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svtegg · 5 years

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manager jeon (나의 아저씨 au)

a au heavily based on/inspired by the my ajusshi drama. its my absolute favorite drama and i really recomend it! anyway,,, its been a while since ive written anything so im a little rusty,,,please be kind heheh. let me know if you would like me to continue this heheh

2,1k words (warning: includes spoilers, and bad writing)

spoiler warning for the drama My Ajusshi/ 나의 아저씨! this fic is literally based on the plot of that drama and the characters are very (almost too much) inspired by lee jian and park donghoon

jeon wonwoo lived a completely ordinary life, worked an ordinary job at an ordinary company, did ordinary things and lived in an ordinary apartment. he should be happy. he had a wife, a son and a job that played well. he lived close to his family and he still hung out with his childhood friends every sunday to play soccer.

but jeon wonwoo felt like he was slowly dying. in his ordinary life, everything was out of the ordinary. nothing seemed right anymore, and he couldn’t figure out what was the cause. maybe he was just starting to get old.

a choir of “good morning mr. jeon!” erupted from the small office section he managed, the workers there already settling into their desk chairs and logging into their cubicle computers. he greeted the workroom, just like ordinary and made his way into the open section of 4 desks across the hallway from the rest of the workers. “did you see the game yesterday, seungkwan? your team lost again.” soonyoung, one of his three assistant managers teased. his managing team consisted of himself, the manager and head of his section of the company, his second in command, kim mingyu, and his two assistants boo seungkwan and kwon soonyoung. together the four of them formed the managing team of the 3rd security inspection section.

wonwoo hung his heavy winter coat over the back of his chair and placed his briefcase on his desk. “well your team haven’t even won a game yet this season so if i where you, i wouldn’t bite over more than i could chew, you punk.” seungkwan fired back at his college. this was another ordinary day, seungkwan and soonyoung bickering and teasing each other as usual, and jihoon already nose deep in a project only five minutes into the workday. wonwoo sighed as he pulled himself up to his desk, the plastic wheels on his chair squeaking against the newly washed floors. “manager jeon, you have a phone call! i’ll transfer it!” the office assistant yelled from across the hall, wonwoo looked up at the woman and gave her a curt nod to let her know he heard her.

“yes?” wonwoo mumbled into the phone. “i have the applications for the temporary position ready, manager. just come down to logistics and pick one out and i’ll send out the emails.” the personnel manager cheerily spoke into the other end of the line. “i’ll be right down.”

the elevator dinged obnoxiously, rousing wonwoo from his thoughtless daydream. the doors slid apart and forced the male to come face to face with his boss. the younger man staring back at him from outside the confines of the elevator met his eyes, and wonwoo stared back blankly. the older men surrounding the boss, the other directors of the company gave wonwoo some dissatisfied looks as he slipped past them. “director.” he mumbled, bowing his head at his younger colleague and former classmate. the flock of older men dressed in suits filed into the waiting elevator, the small talk picking up as wonwoo moved further away from them. “the ceo may be younger than mr. jeon but he should still bow to his boss, where are his manners?”. the ceo’s personal assistant and director of wonwoo’s department hissed, his spiteful voice carrying through the tile hallway. wonwoo sighed as he heard the elevator door close.

“here’s the resumes, manager.” the loud personnel manager said, the small boardroom making the mans voice seem even louder than it was over the phone. “I personally like this one, very good credentials.” he commented, pointing to the resume with the girl who looked the most traditionally pretty. she had a good education, and relevant work experience for the position. wonwoo scanned the four other papers presented in front of him. ‘y/n y/l/n.’ he read, the picture to accompany the resume a grainy and slightly dark photo of a younger, tired looking girl. ‘hobby: running. special talent: running.’ his eyes scanned the rest of the paper. “this one.” wonwoo stated lowly, letting his hand rest on the edge of the paper, his pointer finger right under the word running. he met eyes with the man across the table, his eyes wide with surprise. “what? why her? she didn’t even finish high school!” the older man erupts, his eyes darting quickly between the paper and jeon wonwoo, his boss.

wonwoo calmly retracted his hand, digging his hands into the pockets of his dark blue suit pants as he straightened out his back and looked at the confused male in front of him. “here,” wonwoo gestured, quickly turning the paper and sliding it over the table for the elder man to see what had caught his eyes. “hobby: running.” he continued, his voice still low and calm as he returned the hand he had used to push the paper across the wooden surface to his pocket. “it’s different.” he chuckled. wonwoo slowly turned around to leave the small glass surrounded room, his shoes dragging a little against the carpeted floor. “she doesn’t even have an education! hey!” the older man yelled after him as he opened the door and began walking back to his section. “hey!”. wonwoo just kept walking, his hands still buried in his pockets. “well just remember you chose her! don’t come to me complaining when she’s fired after two weeks!” the personnel manager shouted after wonwoo, holding up the resume and shaking it slightly in frustration. the hall echoed the slow steps of the man, his back disappearing into the sliding doors of the elevator that would take him back up to the 17th floor where he worked.

“the new temp is kinda weird.” seungkwan commented, his eyes fixed on the newly hired worker across the hall from the section of desks he sat at. mingyu looked up from a folder of blueprints, while soonyoung snorted in response, his eyes barely peeking above the edge of his huge computerscreen. the girl worked quietly as the men looked her over. she was wearing a sweater probably two sizes too big and skinny jeans paired with a pair of dirty and worn chucks that where probably white at some point but now resembled a light shade of dusty gray. “she gives me sort of a mysterious vibe.” mingyu mused, the folder on his desk pressing down a few buttons on his keyboard which then prompted a few dissatisfied sounds to erupt from the laptop. “I heard younghee say that she saw her on the underground the day after she started, like 3 weeks ago. she didn’t even say hello or anything, and she wasn’t dressed for the weather either.” soonyoung whispered at his coworkers, seungkwan gasping a little as he too recalled the floor secretary’s story. “quit staring. get back to work, you’re not getting paid to act like creeps.” wonwoo’s heavy steps roused the three men out of their trance. the manager flopped down onto his office chair, his desk ajar from the group of three in front of him having been littered with documents and papers from various companies. there was a neatly placed stack of mail on the side of his desk, and as the man noticed this he glanced over at the worker who put them there.

y/n y/l/n. the worker he had hired almost a month ago. she didn’t do a lot around the office. well, she did what she was supposed to, but wonwoo had never spoken to her or seen her outside the workplace. the younger girl looked frail and tiny but she had a though and cold aura to her, almost as if she weren’t as young as she looked, like she knew all the secrets in the world. she had busied herself with watering the plants around the office, and wonwoo let himself observe the girl for a moment before he sat down at the desk he sat at every day. y/n sorted and printed receipts from various purchases made by the company and the workers, sorted and delivered mail to the rest of the officeworkers’ desks as well as printing and filing important documents in the huge cabinets by the inspectors office. she was unsually quiet, never speaking to anyone unless needed. wonwoo turned on his computer, opening the e-mail application on his desktop before taking a quick glance back at the girl. she sat, glue stick in hand as she quickly pasted the various receipts onto a piece of paper.

hours passed and the day seemed to go on as usual, the phone ringing every once in a while and e-mails slowly disappearing from the unread basket as the man typed out reply after reply. by lunchtime wonwoo and his team of assistants where reviewing an application for a security inspection to rebuild a larger building in handong when the department secretary, min younghee, called for him. “manager jeon! there’s a package delivery coming up to your desk in a minute!” she yelled out from across the room, the phone tucked in between her chin and her shoulder. wonwoo reacted quickly, moving over from the huddle of men surrounded around the application and blueprints for the building in discussion. he could hear the elevator ding over the monotone whitenoise filling the office. a deliveryman, one of those express deliverymen who drive around on motorcycles and take scandalously much in payment, walked into the open office space with a motorcycle helmet on his head. “jeon wonwoo?” he called out, secretary younghee jumped to her feet and pointed the man towards her manager.

jeon wonwoo was stood by his desk, a little confused tweak of his eyebrows flashing over his tired face before he quickly signed the paper the stranger asked him to and took the big brown envelope that was handed to him. and just like that the helmet clad man was gone again and wonwoo was stood with a blank expression and a heavy brown paper envelope in his hand with his name scribbled into the edge with black marker. it wasn’t unusual to get deliveries, he noted, but no return address and no e-mail or phone calls from any of his business partners that they had sent him anything. which wonwoo noted as a little strange. despite this he sat down at his desk. his desk had always been stood slightly away from soonyoung, mingyu and seungkwan’s to keep himself out of their constant bickering but also to get some space to do manager things such as writing out hours and payments for his staff. the rest of the office could barley see his desk so he didn’t bother to double check if anyone where watching him as he slowly peeled the sticky flap of the envelope back and pulled out the content.

he jumped slightly in his chair, his eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline before he looked up to see if anyone had noticed his unusual reaction to the mail he had received. in his hand laid a stack of fresh 50,000 won notes, and a small piece of a yellow post it that read “make sure you get it done. thanks”. he took another unsure glance up before trying to discreetly put the envelope into one of his desk drawers. as the drawer quietly slammed closed, he let out a relieved sigh. he would report the money to the inspector after hours, or maybe tomorrow. and maybe, just maybe he would check how much had been sent in that envelope. just because that’s vital information of course. the man, still tense from the shock and still feeling the rush of the unexpected bribery money, straightened his back and looked over to the men still huddled together a couple meters in front of his desk. they seemed to still be completely oblivious. good. wonwoo turned to assess the rest of the office when his eyes met a unfamiliar pair staring back at him. the only desk that had direct view to his was the temp desk. the temp he had hired was staring right into his eyes, her face expressionless and cold. he couldn’t seem to look away from her intense stare either. it felt like a lifetime had passed when wonwoo clared his throat and looked over at his computer awkwardly. he could still feel y/n’s stare on him as he pointlessly scrolled through all his read e-mails. he would report the money tomorrow. first he had to figure out why someone would try to frame him for bribery. he was an honest man, so honest in fact that he would report this. but tomorrow. or maybe in two days.

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531-533: "The Ryugu Palace! Taken by the Shark that they Saved!", "A Coward and a Crybaby! The Princess in the Hard Shell Tower!" and "It's an Emergency! The Ryugu Palace is Occupied!"

Pappagu’s gonna stroke out with stress. Yup. Any minute now.

Loved these episodes! The humour that took an exit stage left during Marineford (for obvious reasons) is back. Most of the humor was comedy of errors type stuff. We had Luffy accidentally bouncing on some giant mermaid tiddies. Luffy being unwittingly rude and poor Pappagu nearly having a stress embolism (look at those veins!) There was Zoro getting drunk and waking up in a jail cell. Brook, Usopp, Nami and Zoro accidentally occupying the entire palace and taking a bunch of important hostages... xD

There were some short updates on other characters too. Some have already had an impact on the plot. Caribou has kidnapped some Mermaids with intent to sell them at the Sabaody slave market. Without knowing it, he has exacted perfect revenge on the Strawhats! But how will you leave Fishman Island, Caribou. You don’t have a ship, you absolute roaster.

Others I’m guessing Oda is keeping up his sleeve for later. Robin, Franky, Sanji and Chopper are still at large. Robin is wandering the island in search of important evidence of missing history. Franky, bless his mechanical heart, is off looking for Tom-san’s family. Chopper is done treating Sanji. He has a new point: Kung Fu Point. Nice to see that Chopper has some more offensive abilities that don’t completely strip him of his intelligence. :)

That’s Some Nice Real Estate, Neptune. Would Be A Shame If Someone Occupied It.

You know what? I like Neptune. His advisors might browbeat him, but at least he’s the type of ruler who will listen to advice, even if he doesn’t take it. He has his own mind and will follow his inner sense of justice, though it might conflict with what his advisors tell him.

Luffy on the Fish Boat back to Ryugu Palace was hilarious, though. Neptune kept doing a Jason Derulo: saying his own damned name all the time in the little songs he sang to himself and Luffy was like, “Mate, your chant is dumb.” (I mean, Luffy, you’re not wrong but maybe not to the king’s face next time?) Either Neptune is chilled enough to ignore it, or he didn’t hear, Pappagu did, though, and was on hand to give Luffy a five-armed starfish spanking.

Neptune cares about his family too. The princess’ happiness is important and as she can’t get out the house much (more on that later) rescuing Megalo was a Big Deal. “Didn’t mean to save you, but I’m glad you’re okay!”

Too honest, Luffy! xD

Then Neptune told the Strawhats that one of their crewmates was already there. I knew instantly it was Zoro. Only Zoro could be that hopelessly lost that he’d accidentally infiltrate a palace with only one heavily guarded entrance and a buzzer system.

There was also a handy bit of world-building. Neptune handed Luffy a device that looked suspiciously like a pink dildo with multipurpose attachments. It was called Bubbly Coral and enables the user to form their own oxygen bubbles whenever, wherever. Useful.

They zoomed through the entrance flume and emerged into a beautiful place full of light, grand buildings, colour and dragon statues. Dat real estate.

As soon as Neptune stepped through the door, his Minister of the Right advisor (seahorse guy) got laid into him. “WTF, my lord?? You went out again on your own? You know the situation in this country??” Neptune is like Princess Jasmine All he needs is a cute Sea Tiger pet and he’s sorted. Either that, or Neptune is confident enough in his strength to face whatever’s out there.

The Minister of the Left (catfish guy) took one look at the company Neptune had brought back and was like, “Um.... my lord, there’s something you should know about those Strawhat Pirates.” They spilled the current intel: Memaids had been kidnapped, which is something human pirates are known to do, and Madame Sharley had predicted Luffy would destroy Fishman Island. Unconscious Zoro had already been taken into custody. The rest of the Strawhats were under arrest!

(I’m having doubts about this Madame Sharley, by the way. I wonder if she’s working with Hordy Jones, or is being forced to work with him? Zero basis for this prediction. Only that the timing of the prediction is pretty damned convenient...)

Then Everyone Fell Out

Suddenly, the Strawhats were surrounded by guards. I say the Strawhats. I mean Usopp, Nami and Brook because Luffy had gone AWOL (more on that later). The Mermen made a sensible, tactical decision to burst the Strawhats’ bubbles and force them to fight in the water. But they made the mistake of showing Nami how to operate the Bubbly Coral. She used a giant one to drain the room of water. (Good job, Nami. Quick thinking as usual!) Brook had a badass moment. That’s why I like him. He can go from his goofy, kind, fun-loving self to scary swordsman with a snap of his bony fingers.

Usopp was ready to throw down, which was a nice surprise. I was so hyped to see what his new weapon can do, but was blue-balled. Ah, well. Next time! :D

Oh, and Zoro let himself out of jail. xD

Or Zori, as Neptune kept calling him. Another trait to add to Neptune being a stand up guy was that he volunteered to fight Zori because he didn’t want anyone else getting hurt. A good king!

The next thing, Zoro had plowed through everyone and Usopp was freaking out about overkill! “FFS, Zoro! We were just going to intimidate them and run!”

Zoro thought, “Yes. Run. Let’s bail.”

Usopp said, “A great plan, but we don’t know where Sunny is. Plus, the coating came off when we crashed through the bubble.”

Nami also added that the Log Pose had been unstable ever since they arrived (what does that mean?)

Then a nearby DDM rang.

Accidental Criminals

This whole scene was hilarious. Honestly, I came into this arc expecting lots of heavy stuff about Fishman vs humans racism and I’m getting accidental criminal activity and comedy hostage-takings. It’s awesome.

Zoro picked up the DDM and Usopp freaked out. “Don’t pick it you, you dumbass!” It was Fukaboshi, the eldest Merprince. He asked Zoro to open the gate.

“Yeah, no can do. But I’ll tell you what you can do...”

For Zoro had spied an Opportunity. (For all everyone calls Zoro a dumbass, he can be really clever sometimes).

“We have your father and the palace hostage. We need a new coating for the Sunny. And we need the rest of our crew: a gloomy woman, a robot, a raccoon, and a dirty water imp.”

“HAHAHAH, a dirty water imp. Classic!” Brook chortled.

“Oh, and a million Berry in cash, please, Zoro,” Nami added.

The Strawhats really have taken a level in grey morality, it’s hilarious. Their reactions to Zoro’s Big Idea were even more than I’d have expected from them two years ago (except Nami. She’s always had half an eye on treasure). And they are clearly confident they can escape from Fishman Island in one piece.

Fukaboshi agreed because he had no choice. It seems he’s a stand up kinda guy too, because he delivered a message from Jimbei to Luffy (this caused a stir in the palace. Jimbei is even more godly down there than on the surface).

The message was: “Do not fight against Hordy. I will meet you at the Sea Forest.”

Do not fight against Hordy? Really? There’s history between them, right? Jimbei and Hordy, I mean. They were both Sun Pirates. Or is that Arlong and Jimbei? Yeah, I think it’s Arlong and Jimbei. But maybe Hordy was also on that crew?

Something is up here...

But I never found out what because some Big Booms happened off-panel in the direction of the Princess’ room.

Which happened to be where Luffy was, of course.

Princess Peach

So Luffy, who only came to the palace for food, got fed up within 0.5 seconds of arriving and wandered off. He came across a pair of massive, solid-looking doors. A pair of axes were embedded in them. Must admit my first thought was, “Oh cool, the princess is an angry, fighting type!”

Nope. Completely wrong.

Luffy sneaked inside because he could smell food. One thing led to another and he ended up bouncing on the giant Mermaid Princess’ giant tiddies. (If Sanji ever finds out, he will never speak to Luffy again.)

Of course, she woke up and was like, “Why is there a tiny human bouncing on my tiddies? I did not consent to this.” And she shrieked and cried, as you would if some hungry, little random was bouncing on you. I love how Luffy could not deal with her giant tears. It’s one of his rare weaknesses. Like, what, why are you crying, stop, plz, I did nothing to you.

Turns out the Princess is not a fighting type. She is actually a terrified, sweet girl who has been locked in a Hard Shell Tower for ten years because Captain Bloody Vander Decken is an annoying fucking sex-pest who will not take no for an answer!

The action briefly cut to him ranting away about how he was convinced Neptune wanted to force her into a political marriage because she was really in love with Decken. That he could not allow her to be with anyone else and he would rather see her dead than with anyone else. “Your life is either death or marriage. I will present her this lovely boomerang axe with a rose on it.” You know, because if you’re going to be decapitated, I guess it’s nice to know it’s done with love and good intentions, right? Absolutely insane. This guy is Major Incel Material.

Of course, Decken’s latest “gift” whirled into the room and Luffy stopped it. He was like, “WTF, where did this come from?”

The Guards burst in and the Princess saved Luffy’s ass by hiding him. Of course, Luffy overheard what had happened to the others. He wasn’t bothered. “Meh, that’s fine. Your lot won’t be able to control them, anyway.” Just goes to show how much faith Luffy has in his crew’s strength after those two years.

To repay Luffy, the Princess said he could eat her giant food. While he ate, she asked him questions. The most interesting was this one:

“You’re a pirate,” she said. “Does that mean you’re a bad person?”

Luffy thought about this, then answered, “Hmm... I dunno. You decide.”

(Just another incident to add to my growing: Luffy’s Grey Morality Evidence Pile.)

The Princess told Luffy Decken has a DF power called Mark Mark. It sounds pretty useful, actually, (which is bad for her). If he designates someone as his mark, he can throw a weapon and hit them every time, unless an obstacle is in the way. That’s why she’d been locked in the Tower for ten years.

Luffy was confused, as you would be if someone told you that. “He wants to marry you but wants to kill you? WTF?” and said, “Ten years? You must be bored. I’d get sick if someone locked me up for ten years.”

Then he yelled at her because she poked his cheeks while he was eating (tbh, that would make me mad too. Just because he’s little does not mean Luffy is a pet!) But she’s just a lonely girl with minimal social skills because she’s been locked up for so long and she could not handle Luffy yelling at her.

Luffy being Luffy, was honest to the point of being Super Harsh. “You might be big, but you’re a coward and a crybaby. I don’t like you! You’ve stayed hear for ten years, eh? That could make you sick. Isn’t there anywhere you wanna go? Come on, let’s go for a walk!”

Luffy gave her the Unblinking Luffy Stare.

There is no returning from that.

Once he puts an idea in someone’s head and gives them That Look, they are done for.

The whole meeting the Princess scenes reminded me of the Big Baby from Spirited Away. The one who wouldn’t go outside because Yubaba had told him all about germs and he was afraid but was still fascinated by Chihiro because he was lonely and wanted her to play. Except this situation is more complicated because Neptune is a Good Dad and only wants to protect his daughter from a pest who he is trying to arrest but cannot find. It’s for her safety. Just as well Luffy is there with a cunning plan to get her out for a walk, eh?

Nah, Luffy. Absolutely no one will realise there’s something up here... xD

Sex-Pest Shakes Hands With Roid Peddler

Meanwhile, the shady villains have teamed up! I don’t think that’s happened in One Piece yet. It’s an alliance of convenience based on a common enemy. They both hate Neptune for different reasons. Hordy’s is political. Decken’s? Because he’s a sex-pest.

Prediction? I bet Hordy will betray Decken. Evidence? None. Just wishful thinking. I want to see Decken get his pathetic ass kicked.

“And I would like to add a side order of salt and chili fries to our ransom demands.”

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - Ch4/4

It becomes sort of a thing with us. Me and Tony. Every now and then, whenever the exhaustion hits too hard, whenever sleeping and the dreams and the lack of dreams are too much to take, JARVIS makes sure we always find each other. He was subtle about it at first, thought he was being clever having us coincidentally meet in the kitchen or gym or the roof.

Took us just few days to figure out the AI is most definitely plotting against us.

Or for us, I suppose.

Since our impromptu meetings started, things got…better. Not great or perfect but better. No more falling asleep dreading what’s to come, no more waking up miserable and angry…I’m nowhere near okay but I think maybe, just maybe I could be. Maybe there’s still a place for me in here. After the war, after HYDRA and the Winter Soldier…after seventy years living in my own personal nightmare I might be able to do something with my life after all.

Current goal number one? Make Clint stop stealing my favorite fruit loops!

“Yikes! Do you have your will sorted out bird brain?” Tony waltzes around me into the kitchen, looking between me and Clint. “Because if glares could kill…” he trails off, walking to the fridge.

Clint turns around, freezing when he spots me looming in the doorway. “What?!” he frowns at me, mouth full of my delicious –

“It’s the fruit loops, Katniss,” Tony hums.

“Wha-?”

“They’re mine,” I glare harder at the archer, who in turn widens his eyes.

“Th…they’re delicious,” he stutters.

“I know.”

“I’ll uh…buy some more! For both of us!”

“Yes, you will.”

He glances at Tony, who’s too busy searching for potential breakfast in the fridge to notice him. “O-kaaay.”

“Now.”

“Right,” he nods and bolts out of the kitchen.

“Well…that’s one way of getting rid of morning annoyances. Very handy. No pun intended,” he glances at me, eying the left hand for a second. “Making friends?”

“Clint’s cool,” I shrug. “Not cool enough to share these with him yet though.”

(Read-more ahead!)

He watches me with eyebrows raised as I sit down where Clint’s been just moments ago, confiscating the bowl of deliciousness. “Looks like you’re okay with sharing,” he chuckles, picking a blueberry jam out of the fridge and grabbing a couple slices of bread from the counter.

I almost drop the spoon, making a double-take at what I’ve just witnessed. “Are you…making breakfast?!” I blurt out.

“I’m hungry.”

Only that never stopped him from not eating anything for days. Steve of course gave me the Tony Stark 101, thinking he could pass it off as an excuse for almost strangling the man. Almost made me want to strangle him, but after a quick notes comparison with Natasha I found he was mostly right about everything.

Barely sleeps, barely eats, is reckless in battles, doesn’t listen to anyone, makes jokes out of everything to dodge anything serious…still not an excuse for what Steve did. Luckily for Steve, he’s behaving himself lately so I won’t have to punch him anytime soon.

And…so is Tony. He’s still doped on coffee most of the time – he does like his coffee, alright – but doesn’t look like he’s just crawled out of his own grave.

Wait…was he humming a minute ago? He was.

Huh.

“Morning,” Natasha sneaks in, sitting opposite of me with a smirk.

“Nat,” Tony winks at her, finishes his PB&J’s and heads for the exit. “See ya around, James,” he adds on his way out.

“Sure.”

I gotta go for a run after this. Clear my head. Before…before I start thinking about something that’s so not possible.

“James?” Natasha snorts, smirk widening.

I glare at the spy, wishing it would have the same effect as it does on Clint. “S’ my name.”

“Yeeees. It is,” she purses her lips, eyes dangerously…knowing.

On second thoughts, I’m gonna go for the run now. I back out of the kitchen, noting that as soon as I’m three steps away from the table, the still half-full bowl of fruit loops once again changes owners.

Damn Natasha.

Tonight’s one of those nights. Nights I know I should go to sleep, but don’t want to at all. I don’t even have to tell JARVIS where to take me after I step into the elevator. It goes straight up, stopping at the penthouse.

Guess I’m lucky, because Tony would usually be in the workshop this early into the evening and I w –

And he’s asleep.

Right there on the couch, still wearing his ragged and dirty workshop clothing and his left hand holding onto a wrench.

“JARVIS?” I whisper, unable to hold back a smile.

“You may wake him up, Sergeant. He’s been asleep for five hours like this, which is sufficient for now,” he replies just as quietly.

The couch is comfy, but sleeping on it for too long isn’t exactly comfortable. And if he sleeps for too long, he delves too deep into whatever nightmare decides to pay him a visit.

I walk across the room without making a single sound. Every now and then I find a good use for all the assassin skills HYDRA bothered to train me. Moving silently like this comes in handy all the time – like this, on the battlefield…or if I want to scare Sam shitless when I catch him spying on Natasha. The dude couldn’t be more obvious if he tried. I told him that…and didn’t really appreciate the comeback.

“Look who’s talkin’, Sergeant I’m-just-watching-Iron Man-for science! Or whatever excuse you’re making!”

Damn bird brains…

Crouching down next to the couch, I take a moment to observe the seemingly relaxed face of the man that would without a doubt be haunting my dreams by now – if I had any.

Maybe it’s for the best.

“Hey,” I try at first, but his peaceful face doesn’t even stir at the sound. Startling him awake would be as bad as letting him continue sleeping so I have to be as sneaky about it as I can. Taking my chances, I place my metal hand on his warm, flesh one, hoping the wrench it’s holding won’t deck me in the face next. “Wake up, Tony.”

It’s not exactly a smooth awakening, but with a sharp intake of breath and a slight jolt he opens his eyes, wide and wild for a moment.

“Sorry. J said nap time’s over so,” I smile at him, but it falters the instant I see the sheer terror in those brown eyes.

“S’okay,” he sits up, his PR face falling into place. “Didn’t wanna sleep anyway,” he yawns, looking down at our joined hands.

Crap.

I stand up, making it a subtle excuse to break the surely offending contact. The way his eyes sadly travel up with the motion confuse me enough to regret doing it immediately. “You a’right?”

“Hm? Sure,” he nods, frowning at the wrench he then places on the coffee table.

It’s the kinda ‘sure’ that makes me really restless and by me I mean whatever is left of the Winter Soldier somewhere down there. Steve used to say it, usually while his bony little face was all bloody and beaten, but ‘sure’ - he was okay.

Tony is not okay.

Whatever expression forms on my face must convey that message with absolute clarity, because he sighs and sits back against the back of the sofa.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he grumbles and it’s the closest thing to an admission of not being okay I’ll ever get from the man, if past experiences are anything to go by.

“Okay.”

“It’s…stupid,” he continues in a lowered voice. “Anyway. What brings you up here at this hour?”

“Tony, it’s just a lil’ over 6 PM.”

“It is?! Oh. So…wanna hang out?” he smiles, but the press façade is still at hundred percent.

“Yeah,” I return the smile, bright and honest.

His face falls all of a sudden. “Well, we’ve got about ten minutes. I totally forgot about Prague,” he mumbles, teeth gritted.

Ah. The International Astronomical Union thing. “I thought that was tomorrow.”

“It is. And I’m supposed to have a presentation on something that’s not even built yet!” he glares at the wrench. “Gotta go hit the workshop and do some hard core overnight inventing, just like old times. I’d tell you to come along but…”

“S’fine. Would only distract ya.” And freak out the second I stepped in there.

“You’ve got no idea…I mean,” he clears his throat and gets up, pacing around the couch. “It wouldn’t be a problem. Seriously. If you ever wanna try coming down there you can. Anytime. I’ve already trained DUM-E to make sure he wouldn’t be a bother…or spray you with a fire-extinguisher. Don’t ask, he’s got a fetish that one,” he explains with a snort, seeing my confusion.

“He sounds like fun. I’ll uh…I’ll think about it.”

“Sure. So…five minutes to go. Need a drink? Or a movie recommendation? You can stay here if you want. Or - ”

“Thanks. That’s alright. Gonna read something and go to sleep, I guess.”

He looks at me with the same ‘I see right through your bullshit’ look I used on him a moment ago.

“Fine! So it’s not alright…s’not like you can do anything about it. Or anyone, really.”

He hums in thought, eyeing the piano with what I can only guess to be determination. “Even if you can’t dream, you can occupy your mind with something, right? Imagine something? That’s what I try doing. To chase away the nightmares. Or the fear of them. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.”

“It’s been workin’ lately, huh?”

He freezes…and is that a blush? Did Clint slip something into my tea? I’m seeing things now. Great. I’m gonna murder him.

“Yeah…kinda. Anyway. Thought I’d suggest it…in case it might work for you, too,” he shrugs.

“I tried, actually. My imagination suffered over the years, though. It just wouldn’t work for me.”

His lips twitch into a subtle, mischievous smirk and he moves to the piano. “Maybe we just need to give it some incentive.”

“I don’t think a little bit of Mozart is gonna help,” I roll my eyes, but he starts playing anyway.

And that’s not Mozart. Or Chopin or Bach or whoever. I don’t really know anything about music, but I know this song.

Everyone born in the twenties knows this song. It would be playing in the background while you were slowly dancing with ya sweetheart and getting your first kiss. And second, third, and so on. I don’t remember a single dance or event where this didn’t play at least once.

The melody starts rolling and Tony hums along with it. He’s made it clear ain’t nobody’s gonna hear him sing, ever.

I move to my VIP chair – as he calls it – not sitting down, just next to it. Next to Tony.

The songs brings back good memories, that’s for sure. But I don’t understand how this is supposed to be some kinda incent –

Oh. Oh.

...while I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me...

I thought the chair was the only thing capable of wiping my mind completely clean, but this right here manages to out-do it. I gape at the engineer, who’s still playing and humming the tune with a content smile, trying to make sense of what’s happening here.

By the time he’s done and rotates on the piano stool to look at me, my brain finally decides to cooperate and in a rare moment of clarity I return eighty years into the past to switch the Bucky Barnes mode on. “Are you…flirting with me in a song?”

He raises his eyebrows and for one single moment he looks shy. Tony goddamn Stark looks shy. Before I can take that in, he’s back to that mischievous smile. “Too High School Musical for you? Or not enough? Wait, you don’t know what that is, do you. Good, don’t ever let Clint bully you into watching it. Seriously, he’ll be sneaky about it and - ”

He goes on babbling in the speed of light about something something Clint, but all I heard was…the lack of a ‘no I’m not, you fool’ in that sentence. Not only didn’t he deny the flirting bit, he basically confirmed it. HYDRA spent seventy years trying to break me…and by the stunned, silly way I must look right now I guess this man succeeded in doing that in only five minutes.

“…so the question is, is it enough of an incentive for you to survive the night while I’m off to plot revenge against those damn astronomers for demoting Pluto? And yes, that’s the only reason I even agreed to the presentation. That and a chance to hit the pubs for some good beer. You’re a beer guy, right? I’ll bring you some. There’s one called ‘Demon’…and it tastes exactly as the name suggests – deviously good. Only they don’t bottle it…oh well, I’ll bring the whole cask! Uh…you okay?”

I shake my head a little, trying some sorta hard reset or somethin’ before he calls 911. “You…you’ve just told me…in a song to…dream of you,” I sum it up, more for myself than anyone else, really, because his growing smirk is telling me he knows all too well what he’s said and what it means.

He shrugs, raising a challenging eyebrow. “The song’s telling you to do a lot of things, actually. I don’t remember all the lyrics, but I’m pretty sure at one point there’s something about saying nighty night and kissing and holding tight. I guess we can skip that – even though that’s my favorite bit – and you can just tell me you’ll miss me, go do the dreaming part and we can revisit the rest tomorrow after I crush that presentation.”

He says it so matter-of-factly that the million questions flooding my brain disperse into thin air this instant. He’s dead serious. He’s…deadly seriously flirting with me. With. Me.

As if reading every word of my inner dilemma, his cocky smile eases into this gentle little quirk of lips I’ve only ever seen him use…well…with me…and stands up. Taking two swift steps right into my personal space he grabs both my arms in a gentle hold and leans close enough his lips brush against my left ear. “How does that sound to your imagination?” he whispers in a tone that is probably just as innocent as Clint’s apologetic pout. Not at fucking all.

I finally manage to will my head to move and lock gazes with the engineer, his eyes more alive than I’ve ever seen them. And I have been paying special attention to them lately, alright?

I’m not the Bucky Barnes of old…he would definitely do something more than just imagine things right now. But HYDRA and all the fuckery it’s put me through be damned – the Bucky Barnes I am now is NOT out of the game yet. I still know how to play it. So I will.

Finding the courage to put one of my very own smirks on, I return the gentle hold, place my hands – flesh and metal – on his hips and lean closer to whisper as well: “I’ll miss you.”

Not at all innocent – voice or hands.

And now that I’ve said what he suggested, I’m gonna go and do what he suggested as well. So I take a few steps backwards, memorizing that partly satisfied, vulnerable and partly something-else-entirely way he’s watching me right now and turn around, walking back to the elevator.

It’s already here and opening, but I decide to give into the swirling curiosity after all. “Is that what you’ve been doing lately?” I glance back at the now openly grinning man. “Dreaming of me?”

He shrugs. “Maaaaaybeeee…? Although, lately is a bit…inaccurate, to be honest.”

Day one hundred of discovering useful Winter Soldier abilities – the ability to maintain eye contact with a stone cold, unreadable expression despite a volcano of emotions is exploding in my head. That’s right, HYDRA, I’m about to utilize seventy years worth of your training efforts not to assassinate people, but flirt with Tony Stark.

So while I leave my already wild mind deal with Tony’s revelation, I back into the elevator, watching him – and him watching me – until the doors slide shut and JARVIS automatically moves it down to my floor.

“JARVIS?”

“Yes, I have already downloaded the song to your StarkPad music library,” he answers before I can even ask.

That just goes to show how brilliant the AI is. Like father like son. But there’s one more th –

“I have also taken the liberty of including a full version of Sir’s instrumental performance of the song. There is also one where he sings along, but I wouldn’t recommend it for listening-before-sleeping purposes. But if you are ever feeling down and in need of a good laugh then it is available to you as well.”

Okay…there’s a fine line between brilliance and actual mind reading. Gotta watch out for this one.

I go through my evening routine and when I’m all clean and tucked in, I put the piano piece on repeat. The volume is gentle enough to be almost soothing and it doesn’t really take long to be lulled to sleep by it, the melody going on and on in the background until morning.

“Before you murder me, I did not eat your fruit loops!” Clint throws a disclaimer my way as soon as I enter the kitchen.

I glare at him – and Sam, Steve and Natasha too, for good measure – not believing a work of it. When I make it to the cupboard I indeed find the box of fruit loops completely empty and just left in there as evidence of the unforgivable deed.

A mocking, teasing gesture. Oh when I find who’s done it I will…nevermind. Bird brain is lucky, because this fine early morning I am in a very good mood.

So I might not have dreamt last night, not really. But the events of the evening kept replaying in my head – with the added bonus of my not so brain-dead imagination throwing in a little bit of…somethin’ to keep my mind occupied for a while, that’s for sure.

“For once, Katniss isn’t lying,” Tony materializes in the doorway, ready to storm the conference, fancy suit and all.

That fancy suit however wouldn’t stay there very long…courtesy of my imagination.

“For once? What’s that supposed to mean?!” Clint pouts, glaring at a suspiciously amused Natasha.

“How do you know he’s not lying?” I narrow my eyes at Tony, trying my usual intimidating look but god! Is that difficult to do to him. When he’s all suited-up and grinning and…what aftershave is that?! Without a doubt designed to torture me.

“Why, James, isn’t that obvious?” he beams and brings an empty bowl he’s been hiding behind his back into view. “I know, because I ate them.”

Clint chokes on air, eyes bulging out. “You’ve got a death wish?!”

“What’s going on?” Steve frowns in clear confusion, looking between the all of us.

Tony only grins more, setting the bowl on the table next to Clint. “Sharing is caring,” he shrugs, raising just one eyebrow in quite the practiced fashion.

I couldn’t agree more…but he’s not getting away that easily. “Well in that case…” I turn around and pour myself the remaining Stark Potion of Life.

The way Tony’s grin breaks and molds into absolute horror in a second as I bring the cup to my lips almost makes me burst into laughing. Him and his coffee, seriously…

I torture him but a moment longer, before offering the untouched cup to him. “Sharing is caring, huh,” I smile but narrow my eyes immediately. “Some things I’m not gonna share. Just so you know.”

He takes the cup, pouting. “Good. Me neither.”

“Speaking of sharing!” Clint ruins the moment by jumping between us, putting his hand around my shoulders, leaning close with his patented smirk of conspiracy. “I’ve heard all about Nat’s ninja dream, Steve’s weird riding on the subway dream…so, your turn!”

“You dreamt about riding on the subway? The fuck?!” Tony turns his attention to Steve, who’s still blinking between us like we’ve just erased his brain or something.

“I’ve had…you could call it a dream I suppose,” I tell Clint, leaning against the counter behind me. “I dreamt a little dream of a little someone. Well…not so little now that I think about it.”

“Eeeeyyy! Now we’re talking dirty, metal man!” Clint exclaims, hitting my metal upper-arm with his fist. “Tell me everything!”

I lock gazes with Tony, who is back to grinning like a mad man. “Not sharin’ that with you, bird brain. And what are you lookin’ at? Go, you’ve got to avenge Pluto and get back here with the beer.”

“Bossy…I’ll be off then. Behave, boys…and ninja,” he gives Natasha a courtesy bow and with a wink my way, he walks out of the room.

I can’t help but watch his retreat – studying all the curves for science purposes of course – and it seems to be the last straw for Stevie, who definitely noticed with all his confused staring.

“Did you just…never mind. I’ll be in the gym,” he shakes his head and all but runs away.

With sudden wave of clarity I didn’t think my brain would ever be capable of again, I realize it should really be me running out of the room.

I should be flinching out of Clint’s bro half-hug, I should be freaked out by yet another one of his dream questions and I should most definitely be even more freaked out by the fact that I am not.

Not flinching away, not freaking out, not running away.

A man can’t afford any of that while on a flirting mission with Tony Stark. And said flirting mission needs more…research. JARVIS will help, I think.

Looks like I’m just gonna have to wait until the evening for…the man of my dreams. And make sure I’m a man of his dreams as well and not the nightmares.

And I have plenty of incentives on my mind for that.

~The End <3

#prompts #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #tony x bucky #lantia #dream a little dream of me #ella fitgerald #doris day #fluffy flirting time

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lameunknown · 7 years

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so i watched tlj

i’m just gonna ramble in long bullet points bc aint no way i’m forming coherent thoughts right now. spoilers ahead, duh.

one of my fav parts about the experience was how the movie theater was packed full of people just as crazy and excited about this as me & alex. we literally either held hands or hugged tight during the entire movie bc i don’t think we’d survive otherwise lmao. get you a friend who’s not afraid to show support through physical contact. also it was 8 pm so there weren’t that many kids. people clapped several times and when kylo & rey blew up luke’s lightsaber someone yelled “FUCK” super loudly and everyone else agreed

speaking about kylo and rey.....yeah lucasfilm....this is what we’re not gonna do. it scares me SO. MUCH. that even as an avid anti r*ylo i couldn’t help seeing it, and i’m TERRIFIED of ep 9 for that exact reason. the hand touching was disgusting. like all these moments would’ve been absolutely precious if only there was a way to see them as purely platonic, but after these two long years there sadly is not. i really wanted them to work together as PLATONIC PARTNERS and possibly later FRIENDS but i guess not. :( also i hated her parentage so much? like i hope he was just lying to her bc they HAVE to be related. i refuse to believe they aren’t. and if they aren’t, rey better be obi wan’s or qui gonn’s or pure force spawn or some shit, foh with that scavenger bullshit.

speaking of kylo! these segways are really working out great so far. yeah my boy dumb as shit. like every time i think he can’t possibly do anything stupider he goes and fuckin does it. i guess that’s what the mix of skywalker tomfoolery, solo stupidity and the fact that a powerful dark entity has been fucking your head up since your early childhood does to you, but i honestly can’t with him jesus. supreme leader??? deceiving & YELLING at rey? really kyle??? go to your fucking room boy you got some serious nerve behaving like this after seemingly making all that progress. at least he looked amazing (that cloak moment at the end? come thru!) and i loved that he wasn’t wearing his mask and cloak most of the movie. i love his resting sad puppy face and his gorgeous fridge body. don’t come for me

we talked about kylo so naturally it’s time to talk about hux. can we please take a moment to thank the writers for making fanon hux canon in the best possible way? and in the first five fucking minutes of the movie, too? i was so happy i couldn’t believe my eyes OR ears. seriously, it almost feels as if they went through all of our best fics and fanarts ( @kyleauxwren ‘s ICONIC wine mom hux comes to mind) and decided to just give the gays what they want, and it was a. ma. zing. and what a wonderful surprise it was bc they didn’t give him even a second in the trailer but in the movie we got T O N S of perfectly written, sassy, undereye circles, fed up with all this shit hux. i’m in love. would’ve preferred him slightly more rugged, with some stubble and possibly sipping from a flask, but that’s just me getting cocky.

you already know. i fucken hate kylux. we didn’t get as much direct face-to-face communication and sadly no catchphrase to top “careful, ren”, but i thoroughly enjoyed the little moments in which they (mostly hux) tried to cooperate? like ngl it was mostly hux trying to make the best out of the situation he’d find himself in and negotiate with kyle and then kyle would just lash out and start banging him around and tbh i felt kinda sorry for him, but i guess that’s life when your boyfriend is an unhinged nearly all-powerful manchild. part of me still hopes kylo calms down at least a little bit and starts appreciating/respecting hux for putting up with so much of his shit (again.......supreme leader is dead long live the supreme leader???? the only thing you are is supreme idiot you stinky) lmao. but that’s irrelevant to the actual canon so imma stop. i gotta point out though, the choking scene does look like a hardcore kylucc shipper wrote it..........i immediately remembered those gifs from crash pad you know which ones.........

luke. can’t say i’m overly surprised/saddened by his death bc it was built up thoroughly and what rey said describes it quite nicely, but i was extemely shocked to find out the whole ben incident. i truly didn’t think luke was capable of that under any circumstances, the dark side or snoke or whatever must’ve gotten to him in that moment. and this knowledge makes me even more uncomfortably sympathetic to kylo, call me a dirty apologist (even though i don’t CONDONE his actions, i just understand his motives and wish for him to get better), see if i care. i do feel incredibly sorry that luke didn’t find it in him to forgive himself and lived with that horrible thought for so long, but idk man, as it’s already been said it’s not like leia wasn’t even more affected? idk how i feel about the whole exile thing. probably same as with everything kylo does - i kind of understand where he’s coming from but it’s not the right thing to do.

leia. tbh i feel incredibly sad for the entire resistance and i can’t even imagine how one would feel in her place. carrie was brilliant as always, and although i didn’t cry my eyes out every time she came on screen, i felt it in my heart. the scene in the beginning got me hard and i’d really thought we’d lost her, which would’ve been kinda....not really approppriate imo, but then we got to see her use the force, and to which extent! it was a scene we waited for for years and it did not disappoint. her mom moments with poe were also extremely cute. i was kinda bummed out when she didn’t go out to talk with kylo. i wonder why she didn’t, did she really give up on him completely in that moment? i wonder how they’re gonna do ep9 without carrie :(

poe. and finn. and rose. i enjoyed all their scenes immensely but the big hoof kitty chase on that casino planet and finn’s face off with phasma are definitely highlights. poe just kept being poe throughout the movie which is always a raging success in itself but as i said, i enjoyed his mother-son moments with leia so much i was almost moved to tears. not quite, but almost. finn looking for rey as soon as he woke up was amazing, of course. as well as his interactions with rose. i’ve heard people say finnrey is dead bc of that lil kiss but i honestly don’t see it? i didn’t see any romantic interest from finn, the only way i interpret this as is rose having an innocent crush on a hero and deciding to take her chance before she thought she would’ve died. about that, too, i love my son with my entire heart but what was he thinking flying directly into that thing :( please don’t ever do that again oh my god.

overall, i liked the movie, even though it left me with some EXTREMELY mixed feelings and shattered perceptions. imma have to watch it a couple more times to take everything i can in properly but i liked it a lot, and not only because it’s star wars and it’s what i’ve been living for for the past 2 years. one of the things i loved about it was the comedy. it was just the perfect amount, at the right time, in the right places, perfect. although if i hadn’t watched th/or 3 before this i would’ve been taken aback lmao, i wasn’t used to humor in sci-fi/fantasy before. the plotlines i feel like were a bit scattered and hard to keep track of sometimes. tfa remains my favourite star wars movie but if anything, tlj was completely original plot wise (you can’t pick a clear match for it out of the rest of the movies the way you can with anh and tfa), even if it led to some confusion and scattering.

i probably meant to mention something else but it’s 4 am and i gotta go to bed at some point. please talk to me about this movie if you’ve seen it as well, and if you read this far i hope you have the most wonderful day.

#star wars #sw:tlj #the last jedi #movies #sw spoilers #personal

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underopenskies · 8 years

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A Ride To Remember

@fontsandsins ((;) This is our RP from discord. Fonty and I thought ya’ll might enjoy seeing this little tidbit~ It’s very plot oriented ;) You’ll miss a lot if you don’t read it.))

Skylar waited a day after Hamish’s leg had been broken, to give him one day of having her around to help him while he was on crutches, and then she saddled up on Mel, and took Dutch to auction.

Along the way, Skylar discovered one very important fact- the baby made her very motion sick in the saddle, so it was a miserable ride up, and ride back. She ended up delayed by a bit, leaning over Mel’s saddle to heave over the side of the saddle and hurl up the morning’s breakfast, and any snacks and water she’d had or replenished along the way.

But, the bull was easy to move with just her, and she’d called ahead to clear the auction yard ahead of time, so no one got chased, so it went smoothly. She’d gotten decent pay for him too- enough to swing by and pick up some pre-natal vitamins so she didn’t have to do it later. She really should have started them earlier, but they had been a tad bit busy.

It was an easy and quick ride back, without having to speed up, double back, or hustle the bull on the back of her mare.

That didn’t mean that when Skylar got home, she wasn’t still damn near green in the face. She didn’t have anything left in her but water at that point though. Mel was unsaddled and put away, fed, watered, and then Skylar was clomping tiredly up the front steps of the house.

She eased into the house after stomping stall muck off of her boots, sliding out of her boots and her hat once inside the door, and scrubbing a hand down her face. Sky had to take a moment to take a breath and calm her middle. She looked nauseated and weary, but glad to be home. Home on stable ground, where she could go snuggle up to Hamish and rest a bit, before going out to go do chores for the day. “Haz?” She more or less croaks, as getting sick wasn’t kind to one’s voice, and shuffles further into the house. “M’ home. Ya doin' alright, sugar?”

Hamish was sulky when Skylar told him she was leaving to drive Dutch into town. "What if he hurts you? What if riding hurts the baby?" Never mind that they had ridden for two weeks to bring her herd up to his place while she’d been pregnant.

Hamish know Skylar was a tough girl, but being so helpless himself made him stress time x10 over his pregnant girlfriend. No matter how much he pouted, there was no swaying her, the bull had to go today. Hamish stood on the porch to watch her leave then sighed, crutching himself inside. Skylar had told him to rest, take it easy… don't do anything else stupid. He couldn't do anything helpful. Well, he supposed he could make a tea, that wouldn't be too hard. He boiled the kettle and poured himself a cup of tea, he sat down at the kitchen table and drank his tea slowly, watching out the window… Even though he knew it wasn't possible, he hoped that magically he would already see Skylar returning on Mel.

He finished up his tea then made his first trip to the bathroom, balancing his crutches against the sink as he relieved himself in the toilet. He crutched himself into the lounge room, the season was slowly getting colder… he really should have cut wood for the fire last month so it was ready, he had colleted a pile of logs but had never gotten around to cutting them. Cutting wood didn't use his legs.

He tied a garbage bag around his cast. God forbid he get it dirty and have Skylar know he was outside trying to do work. He crutched out to the back of the house where the pile of wood was waiting. He used the axe like a walking stick as he placed the wood on the chopping block then swung the axe getting a clean cut. He hummed happily, proud of himself.

Based on what the doctors has said, he would be able to walk with his cast on before winter really hit, so he could gather the wood and carry it back to the house then. Having it cut was handy though, and would save time later. When he was done, he wiped sweat off his brow, okay. What now? He could feed the horses, or the cattle...okay, maybe not… he shouldn't push it too far, he would have to stress Skylar out even more than she needs to be. He crutched himself back inside and sat down on the couch, he sighed and looked at the time. Only 11:30AM He groaned, what was there to do when he was alone at home and not allowed to do anything?

He hummed to himself, tapping on the fabric of the arm chair with his fingers, he looked down at himself and raised a brow, then glanced around as if there was someone in his home with him, even though it was only him. "Huh… Why not?" He shrugged and shifted on the couch freeing his flaccid member from his pants, he wrapped his hand around it and began massaging it between his fingers, coaxing it into hardness. He licked his teeth and began pumping it with his hand, relaxing in the armchair as he touched himself in the middle of his lounge room. Might as well take advantage, with a baby on the way and having Skylar around the house, it was probably the last chance he had to do something like this.

About half an hour later had Hamish panting and grunting before he finally came into his hand. He took a moment to relax on the couch and catch his breath before he eased himself up, pulling his crutches over and getting himself to the bathroom to wash his hands and the handle of the crutch he had to hold with his messy hand to get to the bathroom. He clicked his tongue and turned to the toilet, peeing again. He crutched himself back into the lounge room and checked the chair; he'd done a good job of catching everything in his palm.

He yawned and took himself to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed to undress down to only his underwear, he crawled awkwardly into bed, pulling his and Skylar’s pillows around himself to mimic Skylar being in the bed with him, he cuddled to the pillows and let himself fall asleep, taking an amazing and well-needed nap.

He woke up to the sound of the door opening and scuffing of boots being kicked off. He sat himself up in bed and grinned. Skylar was home! He scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed at his crutches, not even bothering to find himself clothes he stood himself up and crutched as fast as he could into the lounge room, dropping the crutches to wrap his arms around Skylar's body.

"You’re finally home." He exclaimed happily. He pulled back to look at her. "I'm fine what about you...? No offense babe, but you look like you've just been throwin' up." He frowned at her exhausted expression. "I can run you a bath?" He offered.

Skylar had heard Hamish coming before she’d seen him. Crutches and a cast made a fair bit of noise over the floors, and she made her way over to meet him half way. It felt nice to be pulled close, and she tucked her face into his bare shoulder, inhaling with a soft sigh. The fact that he was completely bare save for his underpants, crutches and cast meant he’d probably been inside all day- that was good. He’d probably been off his feet and hadn’t gone and done something to get himself hurt even more. He also smelled good- like home and himself.

Skylar had seen what can happen when a man’s aftershave and deodorant could make his pregnant girlfriend’s morning sickness worse- her Da’s deodorant had made her Ma ill when she’d been having the triplets, and that had been a nightmare. Skylar was just glad she could take comfort in Hamish- he smelled good, and his smell helped to ease her stomach a bit. Not much, but a little bit was a little bit.

When he’d pulled back, she gave him a relieved but slightly queasy smile at his frown. She did look like she had seen better days- she had dark marks under her sockets, and the tinge to her skull was foreboding. “Been throwin’ up most o’ the day, so I’m kinda really queasy. Nothin’ left in me to hurl though, so ‘s fine, not gonna toss my cookies right now.” With any luck anyways. “It’s been a long ride. Baby doesn’t like how rough Mel rides, though, and let me know that.” Even thinking about the motion in the back of the saddle made her stomach churn, and it showed on her face. “Mm… Bath’d be nice, but I gotta do chores t’night anyways, so it’d be a waste o’ water t’ take two baths.” Skylar just shakes her head lightly, and leans back to scrub a hand over her cheek with a soft sigh. “Kinda think I’ll get a glass o’ water or somethin’ easy on th’ stomach, and go snuggle up with you for an hour or so. That sound okay with you, sugar? Missed ya while I was off in town t’day. I got some pre-natal vitamins while I was there too, so I’ll need to start taking those with breakfast.”

Hamish pouted and pressed his hand over her belly. "Don't make things too hard for mommy." He cooed to her belly. He grabbed at his crutches and moved to the kitchen, insisting on trying to fill the cup of water for her. He probably looked like such a dork managing to fill the glass then standing there unable to actually carry it to her, there was no way he'd be able to carry a glass cup and walk his crutches.

The fingers over her belly felt nice, and part of her wanted to go flop shirtless on the bed and let him rub her middle. She’d been feeling a bit bloated lately, and part of that, she knew, was her expanding uterus. They wouldn’t be seeing any visible growth, but she’d be starting to feel a little of it in her pants. Jeans weren’t loose fitting clothing.

Skylar had followed him into the kitchen, not having a problem with him insisting on filling the cup of water. He did look like a dork, but it brought a loving smile to her face, and she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek as she accepted the glass. “Baby doesn’t mean to do the things they do. Momma’s body’s jus’ a bit out o’ whack.” She smiles. “Thanks, Haz.” She lifts the glass of water, and takes a sip as she snuggles up to him against the counter. The water tastes good, and thankfully settles well on her stomach. She wants to down it quick to go snuggle up quicker, but downing it fast is asking for it to make a repeat appearance. “Mmm… How ya been doin’? I hope your leg’s not been hurting too bad, sugar?”

Hamish shook his head. "It's been fine, I've just been bumming around. It's so boring not being able to do anything." He said, resting his head against hers.

She nodded, and nuzzled the edge of her head against his. “I know it is, sugar. I felt th’ same way when I was bummed up ‘cause o’ my head.” She sipped quietly at her water for a bit, drinking most of it down until her stomach was satisfied. Skylar would eat something later, before she went out and did chores. “How about this- tonight, we’ll put a plastic bag over your leg cast, n’ you can come keep me company while I go feed the animals and check the stalls.” Finished with her glass, she leaned over to put it in the sink and deal with it later. “Sound good, sugar?”

Hamish grinned widely. "I'd love that." He pressed a kiss against her cheek, and then moved toward the bedroom. He leaned the crutches against the side table and flopped onto the bed, holding his arms out to Skylar.

Skylar scooted after her mostly naked man, chuckling softly as he flopped down. She took a moment first to stuff a pillow under his leg, propping it up like it was supposed to be to help with any pain he might be dealing with, and then she shimmied up carefully with him. Already, with something in her stomach and being on flat ground and around him, she was starting to look better.

She loosened her flannel a bit, and then tucked into his side, sighing happily and kissing him warmly as she settled into his arms. “Mm… you smell really good, you know that?”

He chuckled, curling his arms around her, one of his hands siding up the back of her shirt. "Well I'm glad I smell good. I'd hate to smell not good around you." His fingers played with the clasp of her bra.

Skylar could feel him playing with the clasps of her bra, and her eye lights glimmered up at him with warm amusement. “I’ve seen how that goes first hand,” she chuckles, “And that can get messy when th’ baby thinks Da’ stinks. Heh- you can go ahead and undo the clasps instead o’ just playing with ‘m, Hamish. I could use a little bit of free time. ‘M a bit tender. Sides,” She winks, “You’re in your underpants- I don’ think you’d complain if I wiggled down t’ my skivvies, would you?”

Hamish smirked and removed his hand from her shirt and began undoing the buttons to get her out of the shirt first, and then he undid the clasp and eased her out of the bra too. He hummed, sounding pleased as he ran his hand soothingly over her belly again. He let out a soft laugh. "A bit tender huh?" He whispered then leaned down to swirl his tongue against one of her nipples.

Her nipple hardened against his tongue, and she shivered, letting out a breathy laugh. The touch both stung and felt good, and gooseflesh pebbled over her skin as she shimmied the rest of the way out of her shirt and bra. They were tossed to the side, and she stroked her fingers gently along his skull. “Mhm, just a little bit. Not sure ‘f it’s from the baby, or if I’m sore from the long ride. But that feels good,” She sighs softly. Her other hand drifts down to join his over her middle, and she rubs her fingers over his knuckles where he was touching her belly. Skylar really just enjoyed his touch “That feels good too~”

He moved his mouth too her second breast and repeated the action, swirling his tongue around and then pressing kisses all over. He rubbed a circle on her belly with his hand and then slid it down, un buttoning her jeans.

Skylar couldn’t stop the tremble that slid up her shoulders as his mouth peppered her with kisses, a soft, pleased sigh escaping her. She lifted her hips, and hooked her fingers in her belt loops, and shimmied them down and off of her hips without needing to be prompted. Her panties were left on- ironically a lacy purple with little cow skulls emblazoned on them, and so were the shin high lacy socks. They matched her panties. Did she plan them to? Perhaps, perhaps indeed.

She kicked off her pants, and rubbed her legs lightly against his uninjured one, sock clad toes toying gently with his own, before kissing him again. Her free hand rubbed lightly over his shoulders, stroking over the bones and massaging just lightly. “I love you, Hamish,” She murmurs tenderly to him.

Hamish sat up slightly feeling the soft material brush against his leg, he looked down and instantly his entire face turned red, those where extremely attractive socks? He blinked a few times then looked at Skylar. He swallowed hard. He could feel his member waking up to say hello in his underwear. He pressed his mouth against her for a kiss, cuddling her tightly against him.

The red look in his face brought a slightly smug grin to her cheeks, and she stroked her leg gently up his, soft socks trailing up from his toes to his shins. Skylar looped her arms around him, trailing her fingers gently along his ribs as she met his kiss. Her breasts were pressed to his chest, and she let out a soft, pleased sound as she picked up on his not so little buddy waking up in his underwear.

“Sugar?” She hummed softly, once they parted for air. Her hand trailed up, gently cupping his chin and stroking the strong line of his jaw. She was looking less green around the gills, with something else to focus on. “You think your leg is okay for a round o’ fun?”

Hamish nodded. "If you're feeling okay with riding, I don't think I can top." He said, his hand pushed into her underwear and he began rubbing circles on her clit, he dipped his fingers down between her folds to slicken his finger with her wetness before moving back to her clit. By now his dick was straining against the fabric of his underwear, pushing it out in a large mountain shape.

“Shouldn’t be a problem, sugar.” Hamish might be a stud, there was no question about that, but he was definitely an easier ride than a mustang. Her stomach was settling down anyways- a slow and easy ride wouldn’t upset her any. She’d take it slow and easy at first and work her way up. Skylar shifted, legs parting as his fingers slid into her panties. A soft please sound escaped her mouth as his fingers circled her clit, and she rocked her hips gently into his digits, enjoying the tingling curls of warmth and pleasure it brought.

Skylar’s mouth found his shoulder, and she nipped and kissed gently, working up to his neck as her fingers slid down to his cock, stroking it through the fabric of his underwear. She teased him heartily through the fabric, mouth working lightly over his collarbone, before she slid her hand gently under the band of his briefs. Fingers sliding down his shaft, she cupped his testicles and massaged gently, working her way slowly up towards the end of his member.

Hamish let out a pleased hum, a low sound from the back of his throat. He pressed his mouth over Skylar’s again and dipped his hands down. Pressing a finger inside, working it in and out to prepare her for his size. He rocked his hips slightly into her hand. "You're so beautiful." He mumbled.

Skylar met his kiss as she rocked her hips into his hand, a soft gasp escaping her and into the kiss as he slid a finger inside. He had nice fingers- almost as nice as his member felt inside of her. “’N you’re so handsome,” she murmurs warmly, capturing his lip gently in her teeth- so, so gently because of how sharp they are- and giving him a gentle nip, before claiming him for another kiss. “My handsome stud.” Skylar purrs.

Her fingers fold around his member, and she carefully frees him from his underpants as best she can, and strokes him from his base to his tip. He’s already hard and large, and she can’t wait to bury him in her- but patience is a virtue. Two fingers should be enough- he’d stretch her the rest of the way with his member, and she could take a moment to let him do that once she was seated.

Hamish moaned into her mouth, adding a second finger alongside his first. He pressed them in and out, working and stretching her slowly.

Skylar’s hips rolled gently into his fingers, legs parting as his fingers rocked slowly into her. The stretch felt good, and she worked his cock in time with his stretching motions. Arousal curled in her belly, warming her from the inside, and she groaned contently.

It didn’t take all that long before she felt ready, and she shifted, carefully disengaging from his fingers. Skylar gave him a wink, and shimmied a bit down the bed, before wiggling out of her panties. No point in keeping them on- His rubbing had helped her thoroughly soak them.

Down at his pelvis, she took care to grasp at the edges of his briefs, and work them down his hips. She didn’t ease them all the way off- didn’t quite have the patience in her to ease them carefully over his cast, so just down and off one leg for now would have to work. His cock got a soft kiss as she crawled her way back up his lap, her sock clad legs rubbing teasingly along his thighs as she straddled him. Oral ran it’s own risks with her, she mused- sharp teeth had their bad points, and one of them was oral risks to her partners.

Skylar had to take a moment to get him ready, like he had done for her, and she swirled her fingers along her core to gather some of her slick, before working it along his shaft to lube him up. As she did, she peered up at him through half lidded eyes, eye lights warm and large. “Y’know, somethin’ Haz?” She purred softly, a hint of amusement in her voice, “We don’ gotta use a condom this time. No point~” She teases playfully.

Hamish's face was bright red, he watched her face then trailed his eyes down to where his cock stood and Skylar hovered over it. His throat went dry and the image, it was amazing. He looked up at her again, he really had the best view at the moment, her breasts where right there if he wanted to play with them, and he could see her belly and while she was still flat stomached there was a noticeable bloated look to it and he was already in love with the small discreet hint that his baby was growing in there.

Skylar shifts upwards, meeting his gaze as she shuffles closer so she hovers over his cock. She strokes him slowly, playing with the tip for a moment, before guiding him to her entrance. He was large as usual, but Skylar took her time easing down his shaft, lips parting in a pleased sigh as he speared her wide. He always filled her full, almost uncomfortably so, but it was a good sort of stretch. She certainly enjoyed it- and he enjoyed her.

She rocked softly, rolling her hips as she took him deep. Once she hilted him, Skylar took a moment to adjust, slowly rolling her hips against him as she panted, chest heaving lightly as she adjusted fully to his size. Her fingers trailed up, following the discrete line of her belly, up to the swell of her breasts. She lightly plays with one of her nipples as her other hand splays on his chest, but abandons it as she finds her fingers too rough for her breast.

Instead, she simply threads her fingers along his ribs and rubs, stroking over his bones and exploring him with a warm look. “Mmm… Comfortable, cowboy? Not too hard on your leg, right?” She was careful about putting pressure on his leg, most of her weight being on her own legs.

Hamish smiled, rubbing his hands up her thighs, rubbing his thumbs over her belly before running his hands back down her thighs again. "You're perfect. My foot is fine." He said, looking up at her, his eyes flicking constantly taking in her form over and over.

Skylar shifted, and smiled down to him with a soft laugh. “Wouldn’t call me perfect, sugar.” She purrs. She shifts, and rolls her hips gently against his. No, Skylar was far from perfect, for many reasons- but he enjoyed her, and that’s all that matters. She shifts, thighs tensing under his fingers, and braces her fingers gently against his chest. Slowly, she rises up, insides flexing and clinging to his cock as she eases up off his shaft, and then back down with a slow but easy starting pace, her walls fluttering around him with each beat of her heart. “But calling me yours? Well, that’d be jus’ right, don’t ya think?”

He smiled and nodded. He guided her hips with his hands on her thighs, he leaned up slightly to kiss her. He laid back and relaxed into the soft bed, enjoying the pleasure that tickled through his entire body. He inhaled, and let out a pleased moan on his exhale. "Mnm, Sky?"

Skylar rolled her hips gently as she hilted him again, gently gyrating in his lap. That felt wonderful in many ways- he could stroke over so many things, and oh heavens did he feel good. Her insides fluttered, walls massaging and drawing at him hungrily, even if he’d already done his job and sewn his seeds in her field, technically. She shivered above him, riding slowly as she leaned down to meet each of his kisses tenderly. “Mmm~ Yeah, Haz?”

Hamish reached up to cup the back of her head, pulling her in for more kisses. "Nhn…" kiss. "Marry," kiss, "me?" kiss. He moved the hand on her head back down to her thighs. His face flushed deeply. He felt like his body was on fire.

Skylar’s motioned slowed a little bit as his question registered, and she paused, peering down at him and panting heartily. Had he just- He did, didn’t he? He’d asked her to marry him. That was- sudden. Really sudden- heavens knows what others would think- but… aww, what the hell, she loved him, and he loved her. She was already having his baby- they were just doing this a little bit backwards. To hell with what anyone else thought. This is what they were doin’ and if they were happy- then that’s what mattered in the long run of things.

Skylar’s face lit up in a bright grin, eye lights glimmering warmly at him. “Yes,” she purred, leaning down and kissing him tenderly, tracing the heated red color of his cheeks as she rolled her hips gently against his. Her own were painted a bright blue, and she knew it matched the color of the rest of her. “Yes, Hamish. My answer ‘s yes, sugar.”

Hamish wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her in a deep kiss. He pulled back, grinning widely and sniffed, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes. "It’s probably not the most amazing proposal… but, you're the most perfect woman in the world for me Sky."

She shifted a bit, still with him buried in her, but carefully laid across his chest so she could kiss him better. Her hands came up and cupped his cheeks, dabbling away the tears she could see beading there. She wasn’t much better. Skylar’s sky blues glimmered like the tops of a lake, and she smiled at him brightly, giving him a shaky laugh. “Oh Haz, it doesn’t have to be perfect. I love you- and I was happy t’ spend the rest of my life with you whether or not you asked me t’ marry you.” She kissed him firmly, and nuzzled him with a happy laugh. “You’re th’ most perfect man I’ve ever met- n’ I’m thankful every day that I got t’ meet you that day at th’ auction yard.”

Hamish ran his hands over Skylar's back. He hummed happily. He rubbed his hand around and pressed his thumb against her clit as he kissed her. "I got my Mama's ring for you." He said, his voice quiet. "I'll find it when we're done."

His thumb against her clit made her squirm on top of him, and his kiss swallowed her groan as her hips resumed rolling against his. “M’kay, sugar,” She purred, eyes warming brightly above him. His mother’s ring? That just… made her heart melt, that did. “We’ll get it when we’re, ah, all wrapped up, yeah?” He’d probably have an awkward time tryin’ to walk with his member jutting straight out anyways. Besides- she loved him. It wasn’t like she was going to back out on saying yes just because she didn’t have a ring on her finger immediately, after all.

Skylar rocks her hips and straightens some, rolling and shifting back into a firmer pace to bring them both back up to speed. Her walls fluttered and clutched at him, rolling and pulsing as her fingers took hold and kept her balanced.

Hamish's hands were immediately back on her thighs, guiding her motions. He let out a sighed moan, making a few attempts as pushing his hips up to thrust himself into her before he got a twinge of pain in his leg from doing so.

Skylar tsked at him softly, reminding him non-verbally that she was just fine doing the work for them, and leaned down to kiss him. Her lips worked gently against his, the strange shape soft and supple as she nibbled and massaged him. She rolled her hips against him, grinding slow and hard as she hilted him again, and a shiver rolled up her spine, pulling a soft moan from her mouth as his dick hit deeply. “Mmm~” Her fingers splayed gently over him, eye lights soft, and she let him help guide her motions as warmth and heat curled in her belly. The coil was growing warmer and tighter in her belly, and she was growing tighter around him in preparation.

Her toes curled, carefully looping up and hooking over the tops of his thighs to help keep his legs still. The soft socks rubbed against his legs, a teasing reminder of what she had on.

Feeling the socks against his thighs, Hamish had an immediate reaction. His breathing picked up and he rolled his hips up, his cock throbbing and twitching inside her. "Ahn."

Skylar noticed, eye lights glinting at him playfully. Her feet shifted, and rubbed gently along his thighs as she rocked and bounced on top of his cock. The extra motion felt good though, and the smooth rolling motion of her hips became a little less smooth, her breathing coming quickly as the extra stimulus brought her closer. She shifted, hilting him slowly, and rolling her hips gently against him as her walls fluttered, pulsing tightly in time with the throbbing and twitching he was doing inside of her. “Mmn~”

He ran one hand down her leg, fingering the frilly lace of the sock. It was so soft against his fingers- Fuck, he was gonna… he bit his lip, his face scrunching up slightly and his grip his second hand still had on her thigh tightening as he came.

Skylar watched him come, and rolled her hips gently as he flooded her with his seed- and watching his bliss was enough to send her over too. She shivered, body tensing up around him as her walls fluttered, milking his cock for all it could give, and let her head roll back as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, perched on top of him as she was. “Mmmm~”

Hamish flopped back against the mattress and sighed happily. "W-where did those socks come from?" He panted.

Skylar’s breath came in heavy puffs, and she shifted carefully, easing gently off his dick as she came down. She plopped next to him on the bed, spent but content, and stretched a leg up to gently hook it over his hips and effectively wrap around him. Did that put her sock clad foot into range? Yes it did. “Mmm… Got a whole drawer full o’ them.” She purrs. “Ya remember when ya opened th’ drawer at th’ house and it was full o’ all th’ lacey stuff? Was socks… I’m thinking,” she walks her fingers gently up his chest, and gives him a coy grin, “that ya really like socks.”

Hamish's face couldn't have possibly turned any redder, but it did anyway. "I-I mean… they're pretty." He swallowed hard. Feeling her sock clad leg wrap around his waist caused his cock to give a happy twitch, drooling out the last drops of cum it had left in it.

She leaned up to kiss his burning cheek, and nuzzled him affectionately. “It’s okay to like them, Haz,” she purrs, face flushing warmly. “I like them too. I wouldn’t mind… showing you more of them later, maybe?” Her finger swirled shy circles on his chest as she pressed close, her breasts resting against his side. “But, I think we’ve got a thing to do first though.” She winks.

Hamish yawned and stretched, and then sat up, reaching to his side table for a tissue box, cleaning himself up. "Mmm." He rolled back over and wrapped his arms around Skylar.

She laughed, and snuggled close. “Not quite what I had in mind, but that too. Cleanliness is good.” She smooched him gently, and winked up at him. She wiggled her fingers up, and slid her bare fingers against his, lacing them and stroking his knuckles. She would be marryin’ him- And… she was excited about it. A soft laugh escaped her, and she nuzzled her face against his shoulder, careful about angling her skull so she didn’t jab him with her horns.

Hamish pushed himself to sit up and shifted to pull his underwear back up. "You wait here." He said swinging his legs over the side of the bed and getting up with his crutches. He left the room for a few minuets, before coming back and pretty much flopping onto the bed, pulling himself back up next to Skylar. He lifted a little felt box into view and opened it to her, revealing his mothers ring.

By the time he got back, she'd managed to wiggle back into her panties after cleaning herself up a little bit as well. When he flopped onto the bed, she shimmied up closer to him and snuggled up, nestling next to him and gently peering into the box.

The ring inside was diamond studded, designed like a flowering lily in bloom. It was ornate and old, and obviously well worn- it had been worn by someone for a long time before Hamish had put it into the box.

The smile on her face was warm, and she sat up, reaching a hesitant hand out to gently touch the ring, trailing her fingers gently over the smooth and hard stones. "Ya mother's ring ‘s beautiful, Haz," she says. "Are... Are you sure ya want me t' have it?"

"You're the only woman in the world I'd want to have this." He sat up and pulled it out of the box and took her hand, sliding it on carefully.

The ring was a little tight, but it might have just been because she had never worn one before. Either way, Skylar wouldn't have to worry about it falling off and getting lost. As he slid it on, she pulled her hand back and looked at it, admiring it on her finger for a moment, before flinging her arms around his neck and tugging him to her bare chest for a tight embrace. "You're the only man in th' world that I wanna spend the rest of my life with." She smiles, warmth flooding her cheeks. "I love you, Hamish Parker. I love you, n' I'm gonna spend th' rest o' my life with you. 'M sorry ya had t' wait so long for me. But, I'm here now- n' ya got a family growing by th' day."

Hamish's soul swelled with joy and he pressed multiple kisses against Skylar's face. He rolled onto his back, holding her close.

She laughed happily and pressed close to him, snuggling close and meeting each of his kisses with a zealous and loving one of her own. She curled up to his chest, nestling her head right up against his, the front curve of her horns nestling affectionately against his temple.

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