#this was in my drafts and the first tags made me laugh out loud

[agentark]

I finally watched rvb zero and it was not as bad as the internet led me to believe it would be

[siconetribal]

Put it on My Tab (16)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warning:

Backpack newbie, All the green flags, It is time for...the talk

A/N:

I originally came on here about 45 minutes ago to post this and got completely side tracked and distracted by a draft that was just staring at me for days. (I normally don't see it on the app and I might have been avoiding it because I couldn't decide on what to choose.) Anyways, without further ado, the next installment!

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know!

As always, a huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

Jason waited patiently for her to climb on. He watched her shuffle bit by bit closer to him and his bike. He could not see her face because of the helmet, but he did not have to. He knew the type of face she must be making, and he had to keep his composure to not laugh at how cute this all was. Y/N was not the first innocent young woman he has dealt with, nor the first one to sass him back. She was a weird combination of the two that was uniquely her, and that is what drew him to her. Normally, someone like her would have never spoken to someone like him. Their worlds would have never collided. In reality, anyway. The fact that she’s IAmBatman still throws me for a loop. I would’ve bet big money it was one of the other Robins trolling me. He was about to ask if she needed help when he felt his bike shift from the added weight and her arms squeeze him tight, in what probably was her version of a death grip but ended up as more of a bear hug for him. Yeah, I’ve been squeezed harder by worse. I don’t mind this. He lightly patted her arms.

“I promise, I won’t do anything to scare you. Just follow my body and don’t be too stiff, ok?” He looked over his shoulder to see her try to look up at him, but his helmet was not doing her any favors. He snorted out a chocked laugh and quickly looked forward once more. “Sorry, sorry,” he reached back and hooked his hand under her thigh by her knee, tugging her leg up to rest her foot on a proper place. The motion had her scooting closer, and she jumped again when he pulled her other leg. “Keep your feet here and just enjoy the ride. Did you want me to put on some music? I have Bluetooth in my helmet. It won’t be easy to talk, since you won’t be able to hear well.”

“Music is fine, but how will you hear?” She spoke a little louder to not come out muffled.

“I’ll be fine, I rather you be comfortable.” Yup, she’s definitely having trouble hearing me. “Do you listen to anything in particular?”

“Anything is fine by me, but I tend to do more 90s rock. Linkin Park, Coldplay, or My Chemical Romance are always appreciated.” 

“Really?” He looked over his shoulder again to see if she was lying, but was met with his helmet. Right, I forgot about that. He rolled his eyes at his little lapse in memory. Didn’t expect that list from her. She really knows how to surprise me every time. He searched around a bit and managed to build a small playlist of songs for her to listen to. “Let me know if this is too loud.” He played a song and waited until they found a good setting for her. “Hold tight when the music starts and just move with me, ok?” He secured his phone and pulled out his red half mask that covered his mouth.

I don’t think any of the guys I’ve dated have ever been this considerate. He’s not a textbook gentleman, but he’s pretty close. Y/N was genuinely surprised with how much care he was taking with her. She was nervous that he may find her burdensome and tried not to cause much trouble. The tug on her legs caught her off guard, literally pulling her from her thoughts and scooting her closer to him. His voice was a bit muffled, but she was not sure which made it worse: the beating of her heart that was now magically in her ears or the helmet. Either way, she managed to figure out what he was saying and answer.

“Do you listen to anything in particular?”

“Anything is fine by me, but I tend to do more 90s rock. Linkin Park, Coldplay, or My Chemical Romance are always appreciated.” Is that weird to say? Maybe I should've said something more pop or indie? But I like them and they’re my go-to music.

“Really?” she felt him twist, so she looked up, or at least tried to but could only see part of his face.

How do people ride with big, clunky things like these? Then again, this is his size, so it’s probably not so big or clunky to him. She reasoned. 

Soon enough, everything seemed settled and as soon as the music started, she tightly held onto him. As promised, he kept to an easy speed which allowed her to take in her surroundings. It was not as scary as she thought it would be. The cars that zipped by were not the best, but Jason clearly knew what he was doing and avoided all trouble. At a red light there was a car revving its engine and some passengers were heckling them, but he seemed to just ignore it.

I wonder, would he have responded to them if I wasn’t here? They’re pretty annoying. This is the third light they’ve stopped at with us and are still trying to get a rise out of him. She frowned, unable to hear them thanks to the music. A bunch of rowdy losers. She tightened her grip on Jason. The pat to her arms surprised her, but it was reassuring. Cici’s right, I need to talk to him about the bill. He’s not going to throw a fit and storm off. 

Y/N looked up as they pulled into a parking lot. It was a diner she had seen on a few of the bus rides when the usual bus was not running. She had always thought about stopping by, but it was always a fleeting thought until she saw it again.

“We’re here,” she heard him as the music stopped. “You climb off first, I’ll keep the bike balanced.” She quickly followed his instructions and managed to get off without fumbling, much to her own surprise. Feeling proud, she stood a little taller and pulled off the helmet

“Not so bad, right?” He grinned, his mask hidden in his jacket once more.

“I’ll admit, not as scary as everyone makes it out to be. You were a textbook motorcyclist. I thank you for not trying to give me a heart attack.”

“Bikes get a bad rep, couldn’t let that happen again. Want your bag? It’ll be safe here if not.” Y/N hesitated for a moment. If he does end up freaking out on me, I’ll lose my things. It’s unlikely he would, but I can’t risk it. Who knows what’ll happen. 4k isn’t just some simple bake sale change. “Yeah, I probably should. My phone is there. I should have it on me in case Cici tries to reach me.”

“Say no more,” he carefully handed it to her and took his helmet in return. “C’mon, let’s get some grub. I'm starving!” He led the way inside.

“Well look who it is, back again? Oh, you’re not alone this time?” Y/N looked up at the sound of the gruff voice to a big older guy standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Hey Charlie, what can I say, I like your food. Yeah, I brought a friend, we’ll seat ourselves.” Jason hooked his arm around her shoulders and led her to a booth where there were not as many people. A young woman came around with the sticky laminated menus, pouting at the sight of Y/N. It was evident that the waitress was interested in the handsome regular and Y/N was not off to a good start.

Better not do anything to get her spitting in my food. She nervously smiled, picking up the menu.

Jason watched Y/N as she looked over the choices, a small smile tugging at his lips as he recalled how proud she looked when she dismounted his bike with ease. He was nervous that she may not have liked the ride because of the overcompensating teens that were trying to get him to race, but she had yet to say anything so he let it be 

Those dumbasses were lucky they were allowed to keep up with me. I'd been impossible to catch if I was alone. I’m just glad she wasn't annoyed by them. The ride was peaceful aside from that. She was not stiff and followed his lead well, which was great for him. Feeling her pressed against his back made him realize just how much smaller she was compared to him. She was not frail or sickly, but she was comparably weaker than him or many of the other females he has worked with. Then again, none of them are run-of-the-mill either. He realized the unfair comparison. It was different though, a good difference. He could not really put his finger on why it mattered, but it had. Instead of stressing on it, he let the thought come and go.

When they reached the diner, he asked her about her belongings and she hesitated. She was clearly weighing the risks and benefits. It was not shrewd, it was logical. Even though he was a secret vigilante, she should be cautious. If he was anyone else, she could have been a lot of trouble. Hearing her answer was a relief. He had no intention of just up and leaving her, but anything could happen. Duty could call, and he would need to go, and she would be stuck here. The idea of abandoning her did not sit well with him, and he could not figure out why.

Regardless, everything is going pretty smoothly for now, maybe we can have a decent conversation. I need to bring up the money, but she’s yet to even ask for my name. What does a guy gotta do to be inquired about around here!?  He propped an elbow on the table and glared at her reflection in the window, chin resting in his hand.

“So, I suppose I should start with a name, huh?” His ears perked up at the words, and he quickly turned to face her. “We’ve obviously met a bunch of times, but I didn’t really think we’d ever meet again after so I never bothered. My name's Y/N Y/LN, what’s yours?”

Did I hear right? Did she just and then just? Have I died? Like actually died-died?  “Took you long enough,” he grinned. “Nice to meet you officially, my name is Jason Todd. Now I can change your contact name from ‘Trouble Magnet Barista’ to your actual name.”

“You did not,” he showed her his phone and she whacked him with the menu. He laughed as he dodged the hit.

“You refused to give me your name. What was I supposed to call you? The Expensive Inquisition? Or D.I.D. #1?” He smirked as she scowled at him. “You have no one to blame but yourself for that.”

“I should change your name to Sir Questions-a-lot.” He heard her grumble as she took out her phone and changed his name while he changed hers in his phone. “Something tells you wanted to say more than just your name, what’s up?”

Y/N stared at the words on the menu but paid them no attention. She needed to get her thoughts in order and strike up the conversation without insulting or angering him. It’s not every day some chick comes demanding a large sum of money like that. She glanced at him over the top of the menu. Well for normal people anyway. Trust fund kids with a playboy father might have people knocking on their door all the time. I need to make sure he knows I'm not one of those people.

“So, I suppose I should start with a name, huh?” She finally built up the courage to speak up. “We’ve obviously met a bunch of times, but I didn’t really think we’d ever meet again after so I never bothered. My name's Y/N Y/LN, what’s yours?” She anxiously waited for his response as he simply stared at her with wide eyes. Oh no, did I do that wrong? How else was I supposed to do it? I can’t just say ‘hi’ like we weren’t just with each other!

“Took you long enough,” he grinned. “Nice to meet you officially, my name is Jason Todd. Now I can change your contact name from ‘Trouble Magnet Barista’ to your actual name.”

“You did not,” she gasped when he showed her the screen and she swung the first thing in her hands, which was the floppy menu. Sadly he was able to avoid the feeble strike.

Y/N stiffened at his reminder of why she even brought up their names. He was right. She made the decision to talk to him about the hotel bill. Jason had to have known he broke the machine, but was unaware of the bill that followed. How else would he be so carefree?

“Yes, there is something else.” She set her weapon down and took a deep breath. Just rip it off like a bandaid. “The hotel we stayed at,” she paused for a moment, shifting her gaze from his face to the table. “They contacted me that weekend and told me there was damage to the room. I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but the price to pay is really steep. I won’t demand you to pay all of it since I’ve already started paying it off, but I’d appreciate it if you’d help me with the rest. Which is why I’ve been working like crazy to cover the costs, but it’s slow progress and the hotel is starting to get annoyed with how slow the progress is. Not only that, but I’m afraid they’ll throw me into collections, which will only cause more problems. I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, nor did I want to blame you, but Cici and I are already living tight as is.” She tried to speak as calmly as possible, but her tempo sped up a bit towards the end as her nerves got the best of her. There, I said it! Now all she had to do was wait for him to respond.

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali  @antiquecultistst

[avochele]

TNX falling asleep on their s/o, just fluff about it and maybe a little bit of teasing from the other members after they woke up

Happy Hour.

Request: TNX falling asleep on their s/o

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warning: none - please tell me if i need to add any

Tags: fluff

note: this has been in my drafts for forever and i finally got to finish it! I hope you like it. Btw the stories are kinda connected, so no i did not run out of ideas...

Taehun

It was quiet on the drive to the hotel. The boys were either on their phones or asleep. You looked to the side when you felt a weight pressing onto your shoulder. Taehun had fallen asleep and chosen your shoulder over the window. You pressed his hand that was lying in your lap a little, and left a breath of a kiss on his hair. To say that no one noticed him sleeping on you, would be a massive lie. Everyone did. So it was no surprise that when he came to breakfast the next morning that the members started exchanging looks. When he noticed he gave Kyungjun, who was sitting opposite of him, a questioning look. "Slept well?" He asks in response, making Junhyeok almost spit out his orange juice. The younger boy hadn't expected Kyungjun being the one to tease him first. Taehun was confused. "What?"

Kyungjun

You both had planned a movie night in his dorm while the others were still at the company. The TV was still on and he had made himself comfortable between your legs. He was lying with his head on your chest, pretty much hugging your sides with the way his arms were trapped under you. Your hands were in his hair tugging lightly on the loose ends. Before he knew it he fell asleep, with you soon following. When the members came back, the end credits were rolling and the both of you were sound asleep on the couch. Sungjun was the first to notice and without hesitation he pulls his phone out, taking pictures of the oldest member. The others noticed now too and it was hard for them to not burst out laughing. They definitely won't let him hear the end of it as soon as he wakes up.

Hyunsoo

You were sitting on the floor in the practice room. Your back was leaning against the mirror wall. You were scrolling on your phone. Hyunsoo had his eyes closed. He was lying on his back, his head was on your lap. You weren't sure if he was asleep or not. Your free hand was in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly as the door opened. You looked up from your phone. Hwi was standing in the door, when he saw you looking at him he raised his hand as to wave at you and walked more into the room. Hyunsoo shifts slightly so that he basically had his face pressed into your belly. Hwi was grinning and you had a slight suspicion when he crouched down in front of your boyfriend. He had his phone in his hand and not even one minute later he had sent a picture in the groupchat with the caption "I guess we need to reschedule dance practice today." You had a hard time not laughing out loud.

Junhyeok

Your date had been ruined by the weather. It was pouring outside, leaving you stuck at the dorms. At some point of the evening the both of you had moved to his shared room, making yourself comfortable on his bed. You had gone from talking to just lying next to each other - or more like on each other. Junhyeok had made himself comfortable on top of you. He was lying more then half on you, basically caging you in between him and the matress. You didn't mind. The rain had stopped and you didn't know how much time had passed. You felt Junhyeoks chest rise and fall evenly. He had fallen asleep. It was dark outside when a quiet knock sounded from the door. You were already half asleep, when Taehun opened the door, peaking carefully inside. It is safe to say that Taehun didn't sleep in his room tonight. And breakfast the next morning was accompanied by a full on power point presentation of pictures of Junhyeok sleeping that had you roaring with laughter.

Hwi

You had visited him in his studio and had waited for him to finish. There was an empty fried chicken box standing on the glass table infront of you. You had made yourself comfortable on the couch. You were laying on top of him, your legs entangled with each other. His hand was drawing eights on to your back, leaving a light trace of goosebumps on your arms. As the time passed the feeling on your back subsided and Hwi's breathing turned even. You turned your head to look at him. His hair was falling onto his eyes. Carefully you pushed it back, feeling your eyes become heavy while looking at him. When you woke up Hwi was already awake. He turned his phone display in your direction showing you something. He had the TNX groupchat open. Hyunsoo had sent a picture of you two sleeping with the caption "I guess we need to reschedule the recording today." You let your head fall onto your boyfriends chest.

Sungjun

It was late when you came back from the concert. You were in your hotel room with your boyfriend. The both of you had fallen asleep almost immediately when your head had hit the pillow. You didn't even think about setting an alarm. So when you woke up you were convinced you still had time before meeting with the others. That way you cuddled up more to your boyfriend. You felt his arm tigthening around your waist and closed your eyes again. The next time you woke up was because Sungjun had moved his arm from under your head. "I don't care why you're not up yet, but we were supposed to meet downstairs fifteen minutes ago. So please get up now." You blinked and looked at a pretty much annoyed Taehun. Sungjun groaned and hid his face in one of the pillows. After being rushed out of the room, you checked your phone for the first time after being woken up. You had seven missed calls and over thirty messages. In the groupchat there were pictures of you and Sungjun sleeping. You rolled your eyes.

[ikissjesse]

could you do some aaron t/aaron z headcanons pls!

omg yes ofc !! ty for the request <333 since 3 ppl requested aaron² hc's (nothing specific) im gonna put all ur requests into this once post !!

tags: @i-need-a-slurpee @hrts4ariana ( note as of writing: this was a draft from 1719817282 years ago so if u forgot abt this n no longer wanted to be tagged im sorry🥲 )

as i mentioned in this post, they both adore musicals, especially hamilton

aaron² hc's !!

reblogs appreciated + reqs open <3

they like listening to the soundtracks together when they hangout

sometimes when there's a musical near where they are on tour they go together in their free time

u didn't hear it from me but they held hands during one of these musicals bc the room was dark n they thought noone would notice

as bros, ofc.. homies hold hands during musicals !!

they totally sing non-stop from hamilton together its cannon bc i say so

anyway enough abt hamilton for now

there was def mutual pining

they were both like "fuckidishcoaoxjaoa he just thinks of me as a friend"

"friend" NO HE WANTS U SO BAD -God probably idk

the way they attempted to "drop hints":

t tried to make z laugh a lot, even more than he usually did

pranks became less extreme than they normally were, he wanted to surprise him, not scare him to death like he used to

z would, although he denies this, try to do basketball tricks to impress t whenever he is at the basketball court w him

both of them went to jesse for advice, not knowing the other was doing the same

"hey jesse uhm- what should i do if, theoretically, ihavearlybigcrushonsomeonewhoiveknownforawhilebutithinktheyseemeasafriendandireallyreallyREALLYwannabemorebutidontwannaruinourfriendship????" -t

"...what?" -jesse

needless to say jesse was confused as hell

he sent him off w some advice after t slowed down enough for him to understand, then about 15 minutes later z came rambling about the same thing

"JESSE YOU'RE A HIT WITH THE LADIES, AND THE GAYS, AND..BASICALLY ANYONE. HOW DO I FLIRT WITH SOMEONE IVE KNOWN FOR AGES WHO IM PRETTY SURE SEES ME AS JUST A FRIEND?????" -z

thats what made it click for jesse, n he just laughed at the realization

giving him the same advice he gave t, he snickered at the idea of the aarons having a crush on eachother but being too stupid blind to see the feelings were mutual

"thanks jess!!" -z to jesse, running off

"yeah no problem man hehehshshehsh goodluck! HEHEHHEHE"

building up as much courage as he could, z eventually made the first move a few days later

he asked t if he'd like to join him for a musical that would take place at a nearby theater, n he gladly accepted

little did t know where this would lead <33 achoo anyways

as the lights dimmed during a 'romantic' scene, aaron z took t's hand in his own n (quietly) confessed his feelings towards his long-time bestfriend

saying t was happy would be an understatement

the energetic boy yanked him into a hug, leaving his stoic counterpart(ner) highly confused and extremely flustered

choking from t's tight embrace, his face became beet red

"Im, uhm- assuming you feel the same?"

well NO FUCKIN WAY SHERLOCK WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT -God again probably

"yeah dumbass, ofcourse i do!" t whisper-yelled, trying to keep his excitement down as they were still in a theater after all !!!

after that, z just smiled n wrapped his arms around t's waist, returning the hug

but wait !! theres more !!

what kind of ikissjesse ship post would this be without cute couple hc's ???

the quiet stoic boy x loud energetic boy dynamic UUGF MY HEART I THINK IM DYIBG from how much i love this duo😔😔

z buys t a baseball cap in EVERY city/country they go to. every fucking one

even if its not a band tour, if z is out somewhere n sees a cool cap he thinks t would like, yall better believe this boy would cut off an arm n sell a kidney just for t to get that hat

t has a whole side in his closet dedicated to these hats z buys him, he finds it absolutely adorable

z actually thinks he isnt good at gift giving, so he was afraid t wouldnt like it at first, but t's reaction is enough conformation that he adores it

now what kinda aaron² hamilton lover truther would i be if i didnt mention the musical again 💪💪

they have FREQUENT hamilton marathons together, sometimes the other members of 4*town will join in too !!

they still sortve act like they did before, like friends n what not

however theyre also 300% more flirty

by that i mean T is 300% more flirty

z might be a LITTLE bit but def not as much as my boy aaron t (the r in aaron stands for rizzler -aaron t)

z isn't a big fan of PDA himself, however when t does little displays of affection when theyre in public he loves it ( he doesn't say it out loud bc he's shy but he does smile at t or to himself, holding t's hand or draping an arm over his shoulders )

when theyre in private z will hug t from behind, hold his waist, kiss his forehead, etc .... yk... bro stuff......

t surprises him by going BOO!!! and jumping up to put his arms around his shoulders from behind, which at first scared z shitless n earned t a lecture about why he shouldn't scare him like that bc z WILL swing but z is okay with it now n actually smiles ALBEIT A VERY SMALL SMILE when he does it

dates include but r not limited to playing basketball late at night together, movies, watching musicals, roadtrips to literally anywhere long or short they just wanna be in eachothers presence OUGHG I LOVE THEM

i forgot to mention !!! t is definitely the one who asked to be boyfriends, but z accidentally said "I love you" first

t was doing something dumb again, and z shook his head as he laughed, accidentally mumbling the words "I love you" out loud

t stopped dead in his tracks n snapped his head in z's direction, n yall this boy was STRESSED he did NOT mean to let the world know this information

z covered his face with his hands n his face was PINK pink bro but t just laughed n walked over to him, cupping his face in his hands and staring at him with a very VERY smug but genuine n happy grin

z scoffed, but soon glanced back at the other boy and smiled shyly

theyre so cute im throwing up in class

there's more but i think this is long enough for now, sorry for the wait pls snack on this while u wait for the rest of my jesro + aaron² content i have planned WINK WINK

thank u for reading <3

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Mighty Morphing People Eaters +

Editing that 6 picture draft thing I posted earlier about how a lot of the morphers have in fact eaten people. With the addition of a Julie Saz interaction about it after the fact. Thought it would be a great inclusion after a point @the-void-writes brought up. Also me trying to puzzle together Julie's morphed form a bit XD. Though it's probably just gonna be the partially morphed one.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @liv-is (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

Saz groaned, sprawled out on her back. Stomach sounding out with her. The bear morpher turned her head to the side. Ignoring the grass tickling her nose. Until a particularly invasive blade invaded her nostril. She simply huffed out nasally breath. Too hungry to really give a damn.

Elliot stepped out of Ian and Julie's place, staring at Saz. He scratched at the velvet on his singular standing antler, with trimmed nails.

"You okay?"

"I'm fucking hungry!"

Saz lifted her arms, letting gravity toss them back down. Repeating the action as Elliot tip-toed over barefoot— Saz had noticed. Briefly wondering if she had taken the last pair of the deer morpher's shoes. The thought rudely interrupted by the insistent grumbling of her stomach.

Elliot had a shit eating grin going ear to ear as he leaned over her. Reaching down to pat the bear morpher's stomach.

"Hungry enough to eat a person?" Elliot questioned far too amused with himself.

Saz growled, low in her throat. Baring her teeth at the deer morpher highly unamused. She slapped the hand Elliot offered her, muttering a good when he winced. Flinging her torso upwards. Her locs hitting the back of her neck. Tossing a few back and out of her face.

She rolled her eyes at Elliot's muffled laughter. Too far gone to appreciate that he at least was trying to withhold it.

Ian, approached, obviously having overheard. His deer ears having pinned back at the sound of a wheezy inhale from the redheaded asshole. Apparently, a lot of Elliot noises made his ears do that. He wrapped a bright red set of hand wraps around the branches of his antlers. Each antler seeming to be dedicated to one pair.

"I heard a lot of morphers say it's pretty gross," Ian shrugged looking at Saz who had fully risen by now, "I personally didn't hate it. It was a really long mission though."

Saz looked at Ian and blinked, "Wouldn't call it fine dining." She grumbled.

Elliot looked to him baffled, laughter in control now. Silently offering a shoulder for the hungry Saz to rest on.

"Uh, Ian our teeth aren't that sharp."

Ian held a shrug, awkward smile curving his lips up. Rubbing his hand roughly over his mouth, disturbing his facial hair.

"Didn't eat it raw— And not necessarily in a hunt." Ian's grin grew a little more confident at the admittance, "Killed it with my antlers. Your crush and I butchered it. We tossed it into the flame during a very overdrawn mission."

Saz tried to bite back her disgust. Tugging absentmindedly at her scruff. Elliot had a very different response, taking it with strides.

"Am I the only one who hasn't had human?!" Elliot questioned.

"Out of us, yeah," Ian responded, not noticing Saz's disgust or growing ire towards him.

Saz grumbled remembering how she had guts stuck in her teeth and beard. How awful it tasted. And how persistently it lingered. If desperation had a taste she thought her first taste of human was that. She wiped aggressively at her mouth with the back of her hand.

Elliot crossed his arms, "We gotta fix that."

"Y'all can fix that. I need real food." Saz pushed off of Elliot shakily walking forward.

"Why didn't you get food with Julie?" Ian washed curious, laughing at the way Elliot had stumbled back.

"Something about helping with new recruits and needing a swim."

Elliot and Ian made loud noises of understanding. Catching up to either side of Saz.

"You know there's a pretty good vendor out here. Got burgers I'm pretty sure." Ian mentioned.

"Oh oh! I heard about them. I think they use specialty meat." Elliot grinned twisting his barely there scruff between his fingers, "They might even serve human."

Saz briefly thought about yanking it, but she new it would probably yank it out. So she shoved her hands in her shorts pockets instead, gripping her thighs.

Ian rolled his eyes a little but laughed, "They got it a blend so you won't even notice?" He joked.

Saz gagged, "Have fun with that. I'm gonna go eat a pinecone or something."

Saz began to walk off from the two joyful deer morphers. The bear morpher growling with the same ferocity of her stomach.

"Saz wait! Julie's gonna need something tough to chew through!" Elliot said through gasps, hand reached out to use Ian as support.

"Good for the tummy and the soul. Guaranteed!" Ian added, doubling over.

Saz turned around and flipped them off. Their echoing laughter actively pissing Saz off. Wandering until she reached the goofy little convenience store they all had ran through. With newfound vigor, she bolted.

(The Extra Scene is below the cut)

Julie climbed out of the lake, holding her catch in her mouth. Dragging herself along until she believed she was far enough on the shore. Her morpher form made it nearly impossible to see clearly.

"Julie! You done?" Saz called out sitting a distance away.

The hagfish morpher heard her open a bag of chips, with a loud pop. Julie laughed in a rapid following of snorts. Submerged in slime, basically forming a puddle beneath her.

Saz watched the gills on her neck flutter. Unbothered by the rows of far too many teeth forming a smile.

"Yeah. I can hear you were able to find food eventually." Julie's eye darted around until she saw a Saz shaped blob.

Saz waved when Julie finally found her. A handful of chips already in her mouth.

"Sorry for leaving you hanging." Julie quickly apologized, cursing out as she began to return to her human form.

Julie had made demorphing look easy. But Saz hadn't seen the morpher in her fully morphed form just yet. Maybe that was the reason. The hagfish morpher practically curled into herself as her face restructured itself. Saz couldn't tell beneath the slime, but she was sure there were tears under it. Once fully back to her human form she held her mouth, eyes clenched shut in pain. Slime still hanging off of her.

"You left me with your asshole of a friend." Saz spoke, eyes still on Julie.

Julie stumbled forward, carefully holding her catch. She grabbed the multiple rolled towels she had brought with her and chuckled a little.

"What did he do now?" Julie asked wiping the slime off of her face and arms, aggressively, very aggressively.

Saz instead kept her eyes on Julie. Both were unbothered as Julie peeled herself out of a very stretched shirt in disgust. The slime formed thin strings as she worked it off.

"You've eaten people... By choice," Saz stated, resting her chin on her palm.

Julie briefly stopped what she was doing. Her eye locking with Saz's immediately. The morpher began to ooze slime again.

"I have," Julie answered honestly.

"Did you like it?" Saz's voice held no malice, only curiosity.

"Sometimes yes. Sometimes no." Julie answered, dragging the towel down her body.

Saz's face twisted then. Julie swallowed hard, trying to wipe off the slime with the small hint of desperation creeping up on her.

"They were long missions. Missions where we lacked the supplies and it was just more convenient." Julie added, she shook her head knowing she didn't have to tell Saz that but she was going to make it worse, "And once to prove a point."

Saz grumbled a bit, obviously in thought, "What was the point?"

Julie laughed softly at that one. Couldn't help herself. Wrapping her catch in a clean towel. Tugging off a pair of shorts she had very much gotten from Ian. Saz thought she looked better with them off. Waiting for an answer Julie wiped as much slime as she could off her legs.

"That I could," Julie grinned a little then, gripping Saz's shoulder as she bent down to whisper in her ear, "And that I'm nothing more than a wild animal."

Saz whipped her head around to Julie. Sliding away a little, watching Julie with wide eyes. Finding that a smile with less teeth was a little scarier. Saz could feel her heart pounding at her temples.

"Was that," Saz paused eyes trying to look anywhere besides Julie's eye, "Was that one of the times it uh tasted good."

Julie shrugged, ultimately shushing the bear morpher.

"I'd never gloat about my eating habits—I guess that's what you call it—like Elliot and Ian. I've already said too much." Julie laughed softly, chewing on her bottom lip.

Julie wrapped the one remaining towel around herself. Tying it methodically. Before hoisting the two fish wrapped skillfully in the towel.

"Come bring this to one of the vendors with me. We can't just live off MiniMart hot dogs. And I know your friend is selfish and won't cook for us."

Saz rolled her eyes but nodded. Still on edge from their just ended conversation. She had a little more space between them on their walk back than usual.

[milfgyuu]

Double Dare Pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader Tags: 1.5k, FWB2L, Humor Prompt: “We’re too old for this” + “I’m not going in there” + “You scared?” @dinoshii​​ Summary: two idiots and one creepy house. 

Lee Chan can get you to do pretty much anything. 

Anything but this.

“Come on,” he pokes at you, your irritation growing every time he gets through your defense to poke you again and again, “Don’t be a big baby. It’s just an old house.”

Yeah, just an abandoned old house that has sat essentially untouched and probably condemned since you were kids. It’s covered in thick vines and layers upon layers of grime. The iron gates swing off the hinges, shutters hang from the second story windows. It’s just - old and creepy and gross. 

You’re not doing it. 

“I’m not going in there,” you reiterate attempting to walk away from him but Chan latches onto your arm and drags you right back in front of the house. “We can stand here and freeze our asses off all night, but I am not stepping foot in Pennywise’s Penthouse.”

“I’ll keep you warm.” Chan slides his hands down your arms and sidles up behind you but you’re not falling for his shit. 

“Mhm, yeah,” you grunt, throwing your weight to remove him from your backside, “Keep me warm at home if you want. We’re not contracting rabies, scabies, or any other ‘bies’ tonight. Lets go.”

You try to walk, again, and Chan loops his arms around you. “Wait, wait wait wait wait-”

“You love ghost stuff! Remember the story Linc told us about the old woman in the window?”

Vaguely. Also, Linc is the same guy who said he was almost mauled by a yeti when he was skiing a few winters back. You don’t put a ton of stock into the stories he shares. 

“He made that up,” you counter with an eye roll, “It’s common knowledge that woman passed in the house and it’s not ghosts I’m concerned with. The house is decrepit and disgusting and quite frankly…we’re too old for this.”

Chan just looks at you and then smiles because he has a secret weapon. 

“Double dare.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re really doing this?”

He nods. His stupid, pretty, floppy hair bouncing along. 

“Fine.” The faster you go in, the faster you come out. 

You have no idea what is inside this house that’s worth him cashing in the favor you owe him but the stipulations were clear. Anytime, anywhere, and no backing out. All he had to say was ‘double dare’ and it was done. He could have literally used it for whatever he wanted so he’s either an idiot or there is something in this for him.

You uncross one arm and gesture toward the door. “You first.”

Chan’s proud little smirk wears on your nerves because he’s so attractive when he’s feeling cocky and confident but it’s at your expense so you’re just as tempted to kiss him as you are to trip him when he takes the first step up to the front door. 

With tentative hands, he pushes at the door and it swings open much easier than it probably should. He jerks his hand back and then tries to cover it up, turning to laugh even as you glare up at him from a few steps down. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”

You sigh and walk past him into the house. “Or the house is basically falling apart,” you pivot left and move into the kitchen, mindful of debris underfoot. “You ought to be careful. Wouldn’t want the weight of your big fat head to make you fall through these old wooden floorboards.”

You can hear the sound of him mimicking you because he doesn’t have a comeback. Your lips twitch up in satisfaction.

The house is cold and the draft still manages to make its way inside, biting into your sweater. You shine the light from your phone over the cabinets, frowning at the graffiti that some punk kids must have spray painted. They’d even been so disrespectful as to leave the cans right there on the floor knowing no one would be coming after them. It was a shame - this was someone’s home once.

There is a big gust of wind and then, ‘SLAM!’

You and Chan both jump at the loud, cracking sound, wild eyes searching the empty room before realizing it was the front door that had made such a noise. You chuckle at yourself but Chan is still clutching onto your arms like a petrified cat. You pat his hands. “It’s ok, tough guy. It was just the wind.”

He very slowly removes his hand but doesn’t step away from you. “Uh, yeah…I knew that.”

“Yeah…okay.” You still take slow, deliberate steps in case there really is a loose or rotten floorboard because you’re not going to the hospital with a broken ankle and then getting hauled off to jail for breaking and entering. Chan stays close, his hand constantly reaching for your own before he hesitates and pulls it back.

You search the rest of the ground floor and don’t really find much. Nothing crazy happens aside from eerie sounds echoing through the empty rooms or twigs brushing up against the glass windows to make Chan’s eyes dart around suspiciously. 

It’s not until you test the first step of the staircase that he decides to speak up. Leaning for the second step, Chan grabs your wrist. “I’m not sure we should go up there.”

You furrow your brows at him. “You’re the one who wanted to come inside so badly,” you huff out a laugh and turn to walk up again but he doesn’t budge and you look over your shoulder. “You scared?”

Incredulous, he stutters, mouth opening and closing. “O-of course I’m not scared! It’s just a big old empty house!”

You smirk and take another step noticing he doesn’t let go. “If you wanted to hold my hand you could’ve just asked,” you tease him, slipping your wrist free to lace your fingers with his properly, “You didn’t have to go through all the trouble to make a move.”

You make it safely to the second floor and then Chan’s pressing you against the wall - confidence seemingly renewed when he beholds the shocked look on your face. “You and I both know I have no problem making a move,” he taunts, nudging his leg between your knees and tilting his head, “I will admit that I really like holding your hand though. It’s a nice change of pace.”

You avert your eyes, unable to withstand the heat in his gaze. 

“I kind of like it too.”

Your voice is small but it’s so quiet that he hears you just fine and when he slips his hand against your jaw and pulls you in, it feels a little different than usual. It’s not wild and rushed or inherently passionate but it lights you up from the inside out and you push a little closer, grip his jacket a little tighter. 

It’s still hard to find the courage to look at him when he pulls back and smiles at you. 

“We are so not hooking up in here,” you finally say, mirth dancing in your eyes.

Chan tips his head back and laughs. “Can’t a guy take a girl to a haunted house without it being a hookup?”

“Is that not what we do?” you narrow your eyes. 

That kiss told a different story.

Chan licks his bottom lip and looks at a spot on the wall above your head. “I mean…yeah…but maybe we could do…I don’t know…other stuff too…like go on dates to non-haunted places?”

“Are you asking me out? Like…officially?”

Chan sighs. “Do you hate it?”

You snort at the fact that he’s assuming the worst already. 

“No,” you start and his hands slip away, “No, I don’t hate it.”

‘THWACK!’

This time the sound comes from a room to your left and there isn’t nearly as noticeable a breeze in the upper half of the house. You look to Chan and both your eyes are wide with panic. “The ghost might have other feelings about it though…”

“Yep. Time to go.” He grabs your hand and quickly pulls you down the stairs and toward the front door. Thankfully, despite the ungraceful way it had been shut earlier, it opens just as easily and the both sprint down the front steps until your clear across the street. 

Your lungs heave with the effort and you stay hunched over for a moment, hands braced against your knees. Chan lays a hand on your back, not in much better shape himself. “Are you okay?”

You nod eyeing the old house warily. “Maybe Linc was actually onto something this time.”

Chan takes your hand and starts leading that way home when he notices something move in the upstairs window of the house. “Maybe we should go home before we actually see something we shouldn’t.”

You refuse to turn over your shoulder, even as the wind and rustle of leaves taunt you.

“Choosing to be blissfully unaware.”

Chan nods in agreement as you both walk a little bit faster. “I love not knowing things.”

“Ditto.”

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[stvrdrops]

I had an Idea of like the plus sized Y/N going on a joint trip with shuriri and Ayo and Aneka and the readers ex comes and they try to get back on good terms with Y/N but she didn’t want that because of the trauma they gave Y/N basically what I’m trying to say is like could u base the one shot off the movie “Why did I get married” by Tyler perry bc I feel like I couldn’t word this right😭

OMGSHDUSJ the way i just watched this movie a couple weeks ago, i can def try to write this for you.

not sure which tags to use for this but ima do like a little imagine so i hope that’s okay (*´∇｀*) this is for a fem!reader

note : i’m so sorry i didn’t realize i never posted this and it’s been in my drafts 😭😭

“i know that is not who i think it is…” riri said as her girlfriend shuri held onto her tight. they had been sitting by the couch drinking wine and playing some stupid american game you had recommended called cards against humanity. aneka and riri found the game hilarious but ayo and shuri could not believe the vulgar things they were seeing.

“hey y’all…” a familiar voice said from behind you.

immediately the wine glass in your hand slipped right through your fingers and onto the floor. when the glass shattered it made a loud crack and the red spilled out everywhere.

“oh god im so sorry…” you speak as you attempt to clean up the glass, cutting your hand in the process.

“let me help you with that—“

“i do not think so.” ayo said, standing up and quickly positioning herself in a dora stance.

“if she wants my help then i’ll help her. besides it’s the nice thing to do.”

shuri scoffs as she ushered riri to go help clean the glass up, “you weren’t very nice when you constantly ridiculed y/n about her weight. even though she is perfect just the way she is. you are far too egotistical to look past that and see her beautiful personality.”

you can’t help but blush out of thankfulness at your friend’s words. it made you feel amazing knowing that these girls thought of you that way. it made you feel like you could be comfortable with yourself after all those years of thinking you were wrong for looking the way you do, when maybe your ex was the one really in the wrong.

“yeah well obviously i see where i went wrong. we had this vacation planned before we broke up, i payed my part of it. i should be able to enjoy it with her.”

“we will refund you whatever you spent for the trip. we are much better off without you here to spoil it.”

your ex laughs, “it’s a couples retreat. surely she doesn’t wanna be surrounded by you guys with no significant other.”

“actually i do.” you speak up for the first time. you had to let her get a piece of your mind. “i want you to go and i never want to see you again after this, do you hear me? you and me are done and will forever be done. this relationship i’ve had with you is more over now than it’s ever been. i’d like for you to leave.”

your ex looks around the room at all of the women now giving her death stares. her body language says that she’s nervous but her ego won’t let her show it in her words.

“fine.” she picks up her bags, “i’ll go.”

you all watch as she heads through the front door, huffing and puffing under her breathe. you can’t help but be proud of yourself for standing up to someone you’ve never been able to. it’s like starting a new chapter for yourself, and that’s a great feeling.

your friends all surround you in a great big hug and praise you for standing up for yourself. you don’t need a girlfriend when you’ve got plenty right here who love you just the way you are!

note : sorry it’s a little short i’m just not used to writing things like this (*´∇｀*)

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Word Find Tag

I was tagged by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

I have no idea which WIP to do this with, so I'll do it with all, fight me.

I am desperately trying to shovel a few of those from my drafts into my queue, so, uh, open tag.

Your words: paper, secret, read and search

My words: quick, thrill, threat, laugh, heal

Quick (Thorns)

“Oh, my grandpa loves deer!” The child’s voice was loud and excited, but quickly died down to a whisper when Aska whined, startled by the sudden noise. “Sorry, Aska. He’d love to hear that. But he’s not here now. He went to buy some new car-pen-try”—the child pronounced each syllable of that one word carefully—“tools. And he promised he’ll make me a new bed when he gets back, because I’ve grown so much! Mama, how much longer until he comes back?”

Thrill (Fancy Boots/Undeserved)

At first, Merridy had been less than thrilled about Damien’s insistence on inviting him back. She would have been glad to never see him again. A few weeks later now, she had to admit that he wasn’t such a bad guy. He could be funny, and he tried to help where he could. Besides, he cared about Damien—and that was more important than his lack of manners or her personal grudge.

He deserved a chance.

“Hey Riordan, if you broke one of—”

Threat (Glass Shards)

Not that it had been much of a choice. What else should she have done? Let Cedric kill him? No matter how much her friend had insisted that Damien was a threat, all she could see was a man without hope who had been terribly hurt. Who would have died without her help. Who could still die, if fate decided to be cruel. It was this thought that made her push the door open with trembling hands.

Laugh (Heal my Wounds)

Whatever she saw in his expression, it made her laugh. It was this laugh that cut straight through his heart. Her joy and her care and her kindness, he didn’t deserve any of it. He didn’t believe in any of it. It was a fleeting, treacherous moment, which would make it hurt all the more once she remembered what a useless piece of shit he was. What he had done to her. That there was no way for him to ever put it right.

“I think I need some fresh air,” he said, putting down the cup with trembling hands.

Heal (Nuisance)

“What are you gonna do with her?” he asked over his shoulder while soaking the rags in the sink.

Yeah. That was an excellent question. “Fuck,” Cedric said under his breath. His plan of getting rid of her as quickly as possible definitely wouldn’t work out. She needed time to heal, a place to rest and a few good meals if she should be able to at least stand on her own feet again.

“Really?” Yvan turned around, leaning back against the sink. He seemed to be done with cleaning up for now. “Didn’t think she’s your type.”

“That’s not funny,” Cedric snapped.

[menagerie-of-monsters]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks @lynnedwardswrites for the tag! I'll leave an open tag for peeps since I'm feeling particularly lazy today~

My words were: combination, employer, error, mom, intention

Your words can be: photo, pain, edge, mark, noise

Snippets below the cut!

Combination

From The Changeling and the Dragon, which is Book 2 in Echoes of the Void, slated for publication July 2023. This scene is from Qavan's POV, and naudin is a shameless copy of buck euchre.

"So you… count?" Sersha asked Esva. The dragon nodded vigorously while I leaned forward on my knees. "All the different ways you can get points! If you miss some, we can take them as forfeits, which means you have to do something silly we tell you afterwards." "I have to do what you tell me already," Sersha said, with what sounded like great amusement. "So that does not seem like much of a forfeit." "Since Sersha doesn't know how to play yet, let's only count forfeits, yes?" I said, smiling at Esva. "We want her to actually enjoy naudin." "A kindness, surely," Sersha murmured, as she examined the sheet of paper that held the various card combinations and their scores.

Employer

I don't have this one - too modern of a word, I suppose... I had to dig deep to even find a near-match. This pulled from Sacrificed to the Goddess, the first in my draft reverse harem monster romance. Who knows when this'll ever see the light of day!!

He squeezed my hands. "Will you write to me? My battalion leaves in a week for the Eighth Sword, and I want to hear all about your adventures while I'm on the next tour. Well," he added, looking thoughtful. "Perhaps not all of them. Spare your father from the details of your bedroom, please." Laughter burst out of me, startled into flight from the joy heating my chest. "I won't give you any sordid details," I assured him, an irrepressible smile starting to spread across my face. "But could I… I mean, would you like to meet Arellath? My--my lover." "That handsome daemon hetaira you've had by your side this past month?" I nodded, feeling shy. I'd never been in a position to introduce a man to my father before, and Arellath was everything he would have frowned on before: non-human, promiscuous, and without honorable employment. I'd always agreed with such assessments, wanting children, loyalty, and security, but my life was so much different now. The things I needed from a partner had changed the moment the imperial haruspex had chosen me as the Incarnation.

Error

Legitimately couldn't find this one :(

Mom

I used "mom" in Captured by the Fae Beast but that's published, so here's another near-miss from the sequel coming out in April, In the Claws of the Raven Prince.

"I haven't made a study of it, but I know it happens from time to time. All the soulmate pairings I know of are fae and fae, though, save for you, and I really only know one pair personally. They're in a harmonized familial relationship, mother and daughter." Ulahana gave me another very sharp smile. "Given the circumstances, I doubt that's where you'll land." That made me laugh out loud, enough that I got a couple glances in our direction. "Oh?" I asked, trying and failing to sound innocently curious. "You don't think the Chimera wants me to be his Momma?" Ulahana snickered, her eyes dancing with amusement. "He's young, but I suspect it's in the way of a young buck and not a fawn," she said. "His actions in the past few years have been quite… aggressive. Nobody thought much of the youngest Raven Prince until he turned himself into a chimera, built the Furies, and started turning the tide of the war." I choked on my whiskey, sputtering at that. "The Raven Prince?!"

Intention

A fun one, from The Serpent's Bride, the first half of a duology I'm dabbling at. I love Talazen.

My serpent husband barked out a harsh laugh. "Do you honestly think I eat breakfast?" "If you have any intention of claiming your position, you'll pretend to it," I said, eyeing him. "Even if you swallow waterbuck whole before sleeping for days, people are inclined to cling to the familiar. The less strange you behave, the easier it will be." Talazen moved again, sudden and as swift as a striking viper. Before I could so much as jerk away, he loomed over me, gripping me by the chin and staring down into my face with all the anger of the night before twisting his face again, his void-black eyes fierce. "Do you think I care about easy, princssessss?" he said, hissing so much on the last word that I could barely make it out. His breath smelled oddly of spices, like the desert breeze sweeping through the markets. "I never intended to become a prince."

[mayullla]

Title: Siblings' Account

Character(s): Mainly Childe, Yae Miko; multiple characters mentioned (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Sagau; They weren't supposed to move, well at least not by themselves. Yet here they were greeting you with a sly smile on their face telling you to keep it a secret from your family that they were self aware.

Note: I wrote this over 3 times already either because I was not happy with it or the idea just became something else aka; the child with gold blood. But still I thought the concept would be funny so I tried to redo it again.... then it got stuck on my drafts.

Warnings/tags: fem!reader, child!reader, purely platonic, obsessive themes (almost yandere but platonic yandere), manipulation, almost cultish

Continuation: Genshin Banners and Pulls

Your siblings always played that game whenever they had free time. Sometimes they would play it for around 30 mins sometimes for hours. 

You liked to watch them play the game, there was so much colorful scenery and the characters were all very cute and colorful. You often say wave your hands at them when you see your sibling swap their character for another. Sometimes your siblings would let you play the game, where some events were simple for a child to control like puzzles. 

Sometimes they would go to the character dialog menu and let you click them or go to the teapot so when you ask if you could greet the characters good morning or good night.

So this… it never happened before… your siblings had left you with the game a few times before and the characters always responded to what you thought they would the first time you spoke to them.

Maybe because this time your sibling suddenly rushed out of the room due to a stomach ache you thought you would be playing the game a little longer than usual.

You watched the characters move, bumping and rushing whenever you press a button. You were giggling finding that alone amusing enough for you as you watch them rush around.

Till they suddenly slowed down.

Huh? You clicked buttons, yet they didn't move at all instead of that the character, Childe just looked at you, his face looked more expressive than before when he would always keep a straight face. He waved at you, which made you tilt your head in wonder and awe as the character walked closer to the screen and waved at you again.

“Hey girly!” He said with a grin on his face. You gasped as you leaned forward to the screen in excitement and waved at the man “Mister!” You said, your voice loud as you watched him laugh at your reaction. His expression now looked so much natural to you, as he rubbed his eyes to rid of the tear from laughing so hard.

“Call me Childe. You know my nickname or maybe you can call me brother if you want to ~?” He asked, you nodded furiously so excited as he continued to chuckle at your expression.

“You shouldn't have done that.”

A voice that you recognize was from the pink fox lady that made your eyes sparkle all the more. You watched as Yae Miko appear on the screen with a sly smile on her face. “Pretty miss!”

“Dear, you really are just adorable sometimes.” Yae Miko laughed at what you called her as she gave a small wave towards you, telling you to just call her Miko. “And if you going to call this trouble maker brother, then just call me sister.”

“Brother and sister?” You asked them, your eyes looked as if you were unsure and you were asking them for permission and reassurance when they told you to call them that. “Yes little one, you can call us that.” “Yup.”

They were moving! They were talking to you! It was so hard for your to calm down, this never happened before! How come your siblings never told you about this before? You better show it to them, you just can't wait! “Ae-” 

“Shhhh!!” You looked at Childe who tried to stop you from calling your sibling, he almost looked as if he was about to jump from the screen as he tried to shush you, he looked mildly frantic all the while Yae Miko was chuckling as she too also placed a finger on top of her lips. “Let's keep this a secret between us alright, love?” She told you, as Childe nodded at what she said.

“We aren't supposed to be moving after all.”

You looked at the screen and hesitantly nodded unsure. Childe noticed that as he quickly added “It could be a secret between us? Think about how fun it is to know something that nobody knows and it is just between us who knows about it.” He chuckled as you fell for the trap from the sparkles in your eyes, as you thought about the fact that you finally have a secret of your own that nobody knows. Your siblings sometimes didn't tell you something telling you that it was their own secret. You would often pout feeling left out and unincluded but now you have your own secret that belonged to you and something that your sibling doesn't know.

You didn't realize how all of this was strange, how these characters aren't supposed to move like this, to talk so naturally as if it was something that they were able to do from the start. How they told you to keep this a secret, your family told you many times not to talk to strangers and you listened but this was a little different. You were familiar with these characters, you saw them almost every day whenever your siblings turned on the computer or their phones and open the game. You were soon to trust these characters, too happy to see the character move on their own and talk to you.

You didn't understand the sly smile the two gave to you when you promised them that you would not tell anybody about this. 

“You know Zhongli and the other archons would be pissed to know that we got to speak to her first?” Childe said to Yae Miko, he didn't look worried instead her looked rather amused by the situation. Yae Miko rolled her eyes, “Ei would sulk soon as she finds out.”

You didn't know that they have always been self-aware, ever since your siblings downloaded the game they didn't see the error that had happened and that all eyes were on them as the two went around the game. They didn't notice that when you started to watch your siblings play the game all the eyes also went to you.

You really were adorable, whenever you would wave your hands and greet the characters while on the field or at the teapot, or even in the character menu. You would always greet them when you can and when your sibling told you that you don't need to and that this was just a game you told them that you want to do it because they were helping your siblings travel the world it is only proper to greet them when you can.

Dear do you know how many of the characters just wanted to hug back then only to be held back by others? Just how adorable are you??

They always wanted to respond to your greetings, Klee would beg Albedo and Jean asking them if she could finally say hello to you and perhaps become friends and play with you only to be told that she cant. Qiqi pouted when Baizhu told her the same thing, Diona tried to sneak to the screen when she wasn't on the team only to be caught by Diluc on the collar as he told her that she was not allowed to be near the screen. (The scratches he got later were amusing to many.)

It was the same for the older character too, as Xiangling, Hu tao and Yoimiya would sometimes whine that they could not greet the adorable you who was always greeting them, just why are they not allowed to greet you? Gorou’s tail would wag a little more than usual when you greet him or compliment him as he desperately try to hold himself back from greeting you, you could see Sucrose's ears flinch when she heard your greeting as she bit her lips trying to act like nothing more than a character in the game.

Ayato and Ayaka would love to treat you like a sibling when you greet them good morning. They were rather disappointed that they only have the same line to greet you with and could not say anything else apart from it. Barbara and Jean were also the same as they wanted to ask you how was your day when you greet them only to hold themselves back. 

Chongyun, Bennett and Thoma had to hold Itto back when he wanted to yell a greeting to you, unable to control himself anymore. Shenhe was also the same as Yanfei and Kokomi had to reason with the woman that breaking the screen is a really, really bad idea. All the while Sara, Xiao and Rosaria would deny the fact that they wanted to talk to you when they were visibly hating themselves for not being able to say even a simple greeting when you would always do so.

It wasn't like they were sad and angry just because they could not greet you, it was because they were nothing but a game with codes and nothing else. All of them basically had an identity crisis as they were controlled by someone else, they didn't feel human, they felt nothing more than hollow puppets. It just ate their guts the whole time.

It was only because you were there, that they felt a little more human. The way that you would always greet them without fail when you could when you would chat with them telling about your day while your sibling would contain their laugh all the while the character was in the middle of a fight. It was amusing even for them when you asked them how was their day as if they were not in the middle of a boss fight. You would ramble on and about as if you were in there with them to deal with their problems that were made into a stupid story quest.

You would always ask them questions even tho they never answered, and cry when something bad had happened or even worry when they get hurt too much. After you found out that if the bar that was on the bottom of the screen is their health, they noticed you started to watch it rather often. Scared when the hp goes down, where you started telling your older sibling to give them food. Dear, they just found it so cute when you kept on nagging your sibling to always change up the menu in the bag and not to limit their food to sweet madame, some laughed when you started to remember what they like and what they dislike.

You are just adorable, and for some it was hard to admit but they felt more real when you were around, less like codes and something created only for the pleasure of others. Games that are meant to be thrown away at one point when the player grows board, or when the company chooses to give up on it and move on with other projects.

It was soon that more and more characters started to get attached to you, someone noticed how unhealthy some were yet unable to say anything because they were just the same. You have become something like a treasure to them. 

It started with a few where they would try to hide from others as they tried to research how to talk to you, something that was more real than them. Albedo and Sucrose stayed in the labs while they left Klee with Kaeya or someone who could look after her. Lisa, Ganyu, Kokomi and others would look through books to see if there was something that they could use to release them from the control of the game even for a few moments while Ninguang, Ayato, La Signora and other characters would pay big money just so that they have a chance to talk to you.

Well till they realized that even if they were able to talk to you, if they got caught or if word ever got out that that they were moving by themselves ignoring the game's code. They would be deleted, gone, separated from you and be reduced to nothing only to restart in a hollow husk in another person’s device.

The frantic looks as they looked through their memos and notes again to find a way for that not to happen.

They weren't sane, not ever since they found out that they were just but a mere game. Their minds were distorted as they started to no research ways to keep themselves them and alive. Research ways to keep you with them.

It was so slow… so slow but piece by piece they started to figure something out. Releasing themselves and being able to move freely when they so choose to, but they can't let you see that right now well till they found out a way to bring you to them, when they were sure that you would be with them.

When Sucrose found a way, Albedo and her started to dig deeper into the research it took a few months actually but now they found out a way to bring you to them. Drag you and your siblings from that place to them where they would love you and cherish you just as much as you did for them. They would then disconnect their world and from yours so that nobody would be able to take you guys away from them so that all their hard work would not be for not.

They chatted about who would greet you first, and it was decided that the archons would be the first ones to greet you less they don't want another fight to break out after the multiple that already happened that were all related to you.

Childe and Yae Miko just happened to make an... oopsy that is all, so here they are now as you continued to pour question after question to them.

Just a little more, then you and your siblings would be with them.

“Did something happen? I could hear you all the way from the bathroom.” You looked to your side and smiled “Lumine! Aether!!” You yelled, Aether was holding his stomach with his face looking rather relieved while Lumine was holding a tray with a plate and apples.

“Did something actually happened? You look really happy…” Aether asked taking a seat on the computer, looking at it suspiciously. You glanced at your brother as you followed your sister to eat apples. The screen returned to normal with only Childe on the screen with his back shown and no Yae Miko insight.

“It’s a secret!” You told your brother.

Lumine looked at you curiously, taking a glance at Aether who started to play the game after seeing nothing was odd with it.

The apples were delicious!

[chxrrysangel]

Kitchen Countertops

My work is not to be reproduced, translated, or copied ANYWHERE that is not my account. If I find it, I’m coming for you. Plagiarism will not be taken lightly.

Summary | Bucky Barnes. The Red Henley. Sinful thoughts. That is all.

Relationship | roommate!Bucky x woc!reader (there’s something…so decadent about roommates au)

Warnings | NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, daddy kink, dom/sub relationship, breaking established relationship boundaries, mutual pining, language, breeding kink, lowkey pregnancy kink, overstimulation, nicknames, oral sex (fem receiving) sadomasochism, heavy flirting, aftercare

Words | idk yet, we’ll get back to that

Notes | let’s ignore the fact that this has been in my drafts for like 6 weeks…along with other things that will be coming soon 👀. I’ll probably edit this again, so if you see any changes from the first time, just know. Nothing major tho.

You weren’t exactly un-used to Bucky leaving for extended periods of time. Sam, Steve, and he were very busy guys, you know saving the world and everything. You had no idea what this trip was about, all you knew was that it was urgent enough for Bucky to leave mid-meal. And he never stops eating for anyone.

You have to admit, much to your dismay, that the apartment was considerably lonely without him. As much as he annoyed you everyday with his loud chewing, obnoxious laugh, and so much more, you kind of missed him. Some time earlier in the day you passed by his room and just stood there. No reason in particular, you just wanted to take a look. The man was a neat freak, everything having its own place and every surface spotless. You guessed it was the military man in him.

~~~

You didn’t hear him come in, too caught up in your own world to notice the loud slam of the door and the dropping of bags. But he noticed you. Standing in the kitchen with your back turned, swaying your hips with no abandon. It’s not like you knew there were eyes on you, and that somehow made it better. Although majority of your body was obstructed by the marble-top island, Bucky recognized that red Henley anywhere. His red Henley.

“Fuck”, he whispered under his breath. The jeans he wore began to grow tighter by the second and his hands began to feel quite shaky. The two of you were friends. This was wrong. So wrong.

You turned around to get something from the fridge, squealing in surprise from the large figure at your door.

“Jesus fucking Christ Buck! Are you trying to kill me?” He smiled awkwardly, running a hand through his shoulder length hair. You loved his hair like that, it suited him perfectly. You wish that he’d never dream of cutting it.

“Sorry dollface. My bad.” It suddenly occurred to you what day it was.

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be back for 3 more days.”

“Well plans change. We figured it out quicker than we thought.”

“Oh, ok. Good to know.” Bucky looked at you in a way that made fear swirl in your abdomen, suddenly hyperaware of your existence. Is there something on my face? You look down at your body and everything clicked into place. Your face began to heat of like a furnace, your throat becoming drier by the second. Uh oh.

You avoided eye contact, trying to finish what you were doing in order to make a much needed escape.

“Nice shirt peach.”

“Oh this? Thanks.” You responded quickly, trying to act nonchalant. You grabbed your mug, attempting a quick escape for the door. You were too slow though. Bucky’s large figure blocked the exit, keeping you trapped. Your eyes made contact with the dog tags on his chest, focusing on the words to avoid making conversation. It was moments like this that you properly noticed how large your roommate was. You weren’t exactly small, but everyone looked tiny compared to his large bulky 6’4 stature.

“Bucky, can you move out the way please?,” you said to his chest. He chuckled. The idiot chuckled.

“My eyes are up here sweets.” He was taunting you, reveling in the way you shrunk under his gaze. Begrudgingly, you lifted your eyes to his crystal blues.

“Bucky.”

“Yes plum?”

“Can you move so I can pass please?”

His large body stepped a bit to the side, but not enough for your figure to pass without touching him. He was evil, but two can play at this forbidden game. You passed through the door a tad slower than normal, your ass pressing against his crotch as you made your way through. Then as though nothing happened, you walked nonchalantly towards your room.

**

About 2-3 hours had passed before you got the opportunity to leave your room. You spent the entire time listening to Bucky’s movements, waiting for the moment he retired for the night. You were tired to be honest, the warmth of the shower you just took lulling you to sleep. Just when you nearly dozed off, you noticed the sound of Bucky’s shower. Now was your time.

It wasn’t easy to keep track of Bucky’s movements. Although he wasn’t officially the Winter Soldier anymore, the training was still embedded deep into his veins. Listening for his footsteps had proved to be more difficult than actual rocket science.

As the night approached witching hours, you slipped past the threshold of your bedroom in search of something to curb your hunger(as well as something to distract you from inappropriate thoughts about your roommate).

Fucking your roommate is probably one of the worst idea one can have. It’s not that you didn’t find him attractive, quite the opposite actually. You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. But you had something to prove. It felt like just yesterday when Steve introduced you to him, the quiet giant immediately catching your eye as you sauntered into the Avengers Compound. You also remember the look Natasha and Wanda gave you behind his back as your fingers grazed his in a handshake.

“If you don’t fuck him, I will,” Nat declared across the kitchen counter.

You scoffed in disbelief at your best friend’s words. Of course she would suggest that.

“I would too if I’m honest.”

“Wanda! You have a boyfriend!” Nat cackled as you yelled at Wanda, enjoying your discomfort.

“So? It’s not the most major obstacle…”

You stared at Wan as thought she was sporting seven heads.

“Alright, alright. It is an obstacle. But if it wasn’t…”.

“Oh come on! Babes you’re telling me you wouldn’t fuck a super soldier if given the chance?” Nat questioned.

“Nat, just tell Steve already so you can get the opportunity. We all know he’s starving for you.”

“Actually Wan, I can’t. A certain Carter woman has his attention.”

“The dead one or the blond one?”

“Honestly I’m inclined to say both.”

“So steal it back? Duh.”

“We’ll see. Anyways, back to you fucking the life out of Sergeant Barnes.”

“I’m will not!”

You honestly might.

The chance was low, but not zero. Light as a feather, you tip toed into the kitchen in search of something to eat. With a super soldier for a roommate, you had to make as little sound as humanly possible. The man heard everything and you hate it. You very slowly grabbed a bagel from the bag, turning around in search of the Nutella hidden in the cabinets.

“You know being quiet doesn’t stop me from hearing you.”

You yelled in surprise, dropping the knife and nearly cutting off your foot. You stomped, frustrated and shaking slightly.

“One of these days I’m gonna have an actual heart attack and it’s gonna be your fault when I croak.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked with a sly grin, inching closer. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and the way your heart beat erratically in your chest.

“Yes.”

“Anything you’d like to do before your death? Or anyone?” Bucky’s breath danced on the top of your ear as he whispered the last part, sending a shiver up your spine.

He was close enough that you felt the heat radiate off his body. The cologne he wore engulfed your senses so all that you could smell was him. It was distracting.

“Peach?”. Bucky moved closer towards you, just a sliver of space between your bodies.

“Hm?”. You answered, but lacked any attention towards the topic at hand. His warm lips brushed against your ear and a moan nearly slipped before you came to your senses.

This is so inappropriate.

With a clear head, you escape Bucky’s arms and walk around the island to put some distance between you. You watch as his back muscles flex with each movement, your mouth watering. No, he’s your fucking roommate dumbass. We do not fuck our roommate!

“You know doll, it’s not nice to tease…” His crystal blue eyes taunt you, staring at your body with what could only be described as pure lust. It was agonizing.

“Oh yeah? Then what would you call that little stunt just now?” You lean over the table, your voice taking on a mocking tone towards the end.

“Testing the waters.” Bucky matches your position and you can’t help but notice something that makes your face warm. His hips are the exact same height as the countertop. Fuck me…

“Sweets, it’s not nice to stare.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Oh but you were.” Bucky slowly makes his way around the corner towards you, and you plan your escape. You run, only for him to grab your waist and pull you back into the kitchen.

“You know most people wouldn’t attempt a failed plan twice right?” You began to feel slightly suffocated by Bucky’s close proximity, intoxicated by his presence.

“Yeah, well I’m not most people Barnes.” Bucky smiled down at you trapped between his arms.

“No. No you are not.” It sounded like he was saying it more to himself than to you.

The two of you maintained eye contact, neither uttering a word. It’s like you were attempting to communicate entire essays about your feelings without actually saying a thing. You put your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards you and making the first move.

His lips were pillow soft, even better than you’d imagined. He took his time at first, not wanting to rush anything. But then it took a rapid turn. His gentleness became increasingly desperate as he nipped at your lips, soothing the burn with his tongue. You giggled, surprised by how needy the man could be. There was not a sliver of space between you, his erection pressed deeply against your stomach. Without warning, he stepped back, pausing the kiss.

“Be a good girl and bend over yeah?”

Bucky doesn’t give you much time to process, grabbing you by the neck and pushing your cheek against the cold marble counter. He pushes your hips up so that they’re taut against the table, your feet dangling a bit in the air.

“Peach you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to have you ass up and face down for me. You look so pretty like this.” His large hands palm your ass, not before smacking your cheeks and watching them jiggle.

You hear the jingling of his belt as he unbuckles it and the sounds of his jeans as they drop to the floor. You feel the length of him as he glided his tip between the wetness of your lips and you struggle to contain yourself.

“Don’t tease me Barnes. I need you.

He ignores your pleas, brushing two fingers against your sensitivity. He pops them in his mouth, making obscene sounds as he sucks off your taste.

“Fuck. Baby you taste so good.”

“Bucky.” You didn’t even care how pathetic you sounded right now.

“Yes princess?” His voice taunted you, pretending like he didn’t know what you were asking.

“You know what I want.”

“Actually…I don’t. Use your words baby, and don’t forget to say please.” He just barely pushed the tip in, stretching you out slightly but not enough to provide relief. It was as torturous for him as it was for you, but your roommate was unwilling to give up watching you beg.

“Fuck me. Please.” At your word, he sank balls deep into you, knocking the air from your lungs.

Without much thought, you reached a hand out to push his hips back.

“Am I too big princess?” You could hear the sickening smile on his face.

“Mhmm.”

“I think you can take it baby. You’re a big girl.”

Bucky pressed one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your hip, thrusting into you at a rough steady pace. He would enter slowly but fill you to the brim, each thrust making your hips hit the countertop a bit. Eventually the pain turned to pleasure and it was overwhelming. He was good at this, really good.

“You look so pretty baby. You liked being fucked like the slut you are in my Henley?”

You barely managed to respond with a yes, too distracted by the pleasure he was giving you.

“Yes what?”

“Fuck. Yes daddy.” The cold surface of the countertop was a good contrast to how the lust burned deep in your core, setting your body aflame.

“That’s right.”

He lifted his hand from your neck, setting it on the other side of your hips for leverage. Then, all mercy went out the window. It seemed that Sam’s joke was right. Bucky doesn’t make love, he fucks. He leaned over your body, whispering obscene things in your ear as he fucked you senseless. Every whimper, every moan that escaped his lips reverberated through your body. His wet fingers that rubbed circles into your clit had you seeing stars.

“Bucky I’m gonna—”. You choked on your words when he hit a particular spot.

“You’re gonna cum for me pretty girl? Cum all over your daddy’s cock, yeah?”

“Yes. Fuck yes,” you stuttered.

As if it were even possible, his thrusts got rougher and faster, encouraging you to reach your orgasm. Bucky knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way your cunt was gripping him mercilessly.

“God fuck, I wanna cum in you so bad. You’d like that plum? For daddy to come in your pretty pussy and make you a mommy?”

You could only conjure moans and nodding as a response. Your legs began to shake and your eyes rolled back as you reached your orgasm.

“So you are a dirty slut? Letting your roommate breed you like a whore? Fuck, you are so good to me.” His voice grew hoarse at the last few words, whimpering in pleasure.

Bucky’s nails dug into the flesh of your hips, creating crescent moons for you to see again tomorrow. His thrusts slowed as he spilled his seed, pumping thick ropes that painted your walls.

Your body lay limp on the counter, tired from being used as a cock sleeve. You felt warm kisses bring peppered up your back and across your shoulders. His lips kissed along your neck, stopping by your ear.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up plum. Think you can stand?”

You murmured a soft no and Bucky chuckled at your weak state. Slowly, he slipped out of you and you felt his cum begin to drip down your leg. A burning, albeit considerably gentle, tongue wiped across your swollen lips and you hissed. A curse fell from Bucky’s mouth, apologizing profusely.

“Sorry gorgeous. It’s just your pussy looks so pretty covered in my cum. Just needed a quick taste.” You throbbed at his obscenity and accidentally moaned.

“Did you—did you enjoy that peach? You naughty bitch.” His voiced teased you, shocked by your forwardness.

“Yes daddy.”

Bucky grabbed your torso, helping you sit up on the edge of the counter. You watched as he sank down to his knees, hands holding your legs open. Maintaining eye contact, his warm tongue licked a stripe up your entrance. God he was trying to kill you. He pulled your thighs, removing any and all space between his mouth and your cunt.

You don’t if the man was speaking in tongues or something, but you couldn’t have cared less. The way he sucked on your clit like a lollipop and licked had your legs seizing and lungs barely operating. You pulled hard at his strands, needing something to hold you steady.

It was apparent that Bucky liked the pain because he moaned on contact. The sounds he was making in enjoyment sent vibrations through your body and had you cumming instantaneously. Your legs were shaking, locked around his head as you moaning his name along with a string of curses. Still he didn’t let up, despite the way you cried about how sensitive you were. Not until he was satisfied and finally let go.

He smiled cheekily, ignoring your stern face.

“What? A starving man’s gotta eat.” You laughed at his stupidity, shaking your head.

“Now c’mon, I’ll run you a bath.”

He picked you up bridal style, carrying you towards the bathroom attached to your room. He talked you up a storm and you stayed silent, barely paying attention to his words. You just enjoyed the way his face lit up when he talked, no matter the content. The “don’t fuck your roommate” situation was shattered completely and you couldn’t give less of a fuck. Nat was right.

[blueskrugs]

Jump Then Fall | Jack Hughes

I am eternally soft for this kid, okay. this is not the original birthweek fic I had planned for him, but it is a bonus Swift Fic because I couldn't help myself. enjoy while I work on getting my shit together for the summer!

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length: 2k words

High school relationships never worked out. That’s what they always told you, at least, when you and Jack were young and in love. And they were right, sort of. You’d broken up not long after you’d both graduated, with Jack off to be drafted and you off to college. Except you’d stayed close, texting and talking on the phone often once Jack had headed off to New Jersey. He was one of your best friends, and you were thankful he was still in your life, but you weren’t sure you’d ever stop loving him, not really.

I like the way you sound in the morning We're on the phone and without a warning I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard

Saturday mornings always meant long phone calls with Jack. You’d both wake up early and make coffee before spending most of the morning on the phone, talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes you wished more than anything that you could see his face, but you weren’t sure what would come spilling out of your mouth when you saw him.

One cold morning in December, you were pretty sure Jack had still been asleep when you called. His voice was slow and rough when he spoke, but you could still hear the smile in his voice.

When you heard him yawn, big enough his jaw cracked, you laughed. “Am I keeping you awake?” you asked.

Jack rushed to answer, “No, never.”

“Jack,” you warned.

Jack laughed. “We got in late last night, I’m just a little tired, I’m fine,” he told you.

“I can let you go back to sleep,” you said.

You heard Jack sit up on the other end of the line. “No way, absolutely not,” he said.

“We’re not even talking about anything important.” You’d mostly been stressing about the end of the semester.

“So? I like talking to you,” Jack argued.

You sighed. “You’re an idiot,” but it came out more fond than annoyed.

Somehow, that phone call lasted almost two more hours. Later, you wouldn’t remember what dumb thing you’d quipped that had made Jack burst out laughing, but you’d always remember the sound of that laugh. You’d wished you’d been able to record it, to have it to listen to on rough days, on days you missed Jack a little extra.

I hear the words but all I can think is We should be together

Jack was telling some story about his teammates. You were only half-listening, paying more attention to his face as he talked. It was late, and Quinn and Jack were home for Christmas. You and the three Hughes boys had taken over the basement for the night. Quinn and Luke were sprawled out on the couch opposite you, and you were buried under several blankets with your feet in Jack’s lap. He was using one hand to help illustrate his story, but the other was resting on your ankle, warm despite the chill outside, his thumb absently rubbing against your bare skin.

Quinn threw a balled up napkin at you, jolting you back to reality. “What’re you thinking about over there?” he asked.

“What?” You threw the napkin back at Quinn.

Luke chimed in, “Yeah, Jack’s not that funny, there’s no way you’re smiling at him.”

“Hey!” Jack protested. You dug your heel into his thigh, and he turned to grin at you.

You hadn’t even realized you were smiling. You always seemed to be smiling when you were around Jack, you couldn’t help it.

“Just missed you guys,” you said, grinning back at Jack.

Jack squeezed your ankle and went back to telling his story. You still weren’t listening.

Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face You got the keys to me I love each freckle on your face, oh

When Jack first started growing his hair out, you hated it.

“No, why,” you said the first time you saw him that summer. Luke laughed from somewhere behind you.

Jack ran a hand through his hair and smirked at you. “What do you mean?” he asked. “You love my hair.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “I’ve changed my mind,” you said.

Jack squawked, outraged and offended. He slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close as you giggled and tried to get away. “You’ll pay for that,” he told you. You dug your elbow into his ribs until he let go of you.

Later that night found the two of you left alone near the bonfire as the sun went down.

“Hey,” Jack said. You locked your phone and tilted your head back to look up at him upside down. “Do you really not like the hair?” he asked.

You snorted. “Would you cut it if I said I didn’t?” Jack shrugged, not quite meeting your eyes. You sat up and twisted to look at Jack properly. “You wouldn’t, oh my God.” It was hard to tell, but he might’ve been blushing in the fading light,

“Just tell me the truth,” he said.

You looked at Jack, really looked at him. He was tan, a new burst of freckles dusted across his nose. He’d shoved a hat on since you’d first seen him earlier in the day, but you could still see how his hair was just beginning to curl at the ends past the nape of his neck. Jack stared back at you, blue eyes dark.

“I guess I could get used to it,” you said.

Honestly, you were so gone for him, you were pretty sure you’d end up still liking him no matter what he looked like.

When people say things that bring you to your knees I'll catch you

Sometimes you didn’t know how Jack put up with it all. From losing streaks to being called a draft bust to people questioning whether he was capable of being a leader, there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t have to deal with some bullshit. You knew it wasn’t easy, but he rarely let it get to him. Rarely, but not never.

It didn’t surprise you when your phone rang after a rough game. You answered the FaceTime call without thinking about it, smiling softly when Jack’s face filled your screen. He looked tired, dark bags under his eyes and his hair hanging limply in his face.

“Hi, bud,” you said.

Jack closed his eyes and sighed, long and loud, scrubbing his free hand across his face. You’d been able to watch the game, had watched the blowout happen in real time, just another loss in this skid, in a season that had started out promising for once.

“I’m tired,” Jack whined.

“You look like shit,” you told him. Jack stuck his tongue out at you. “Do I need to get Ty to delete Twitter off your phone again?” you asked. Jack rolled his eyes, but you weren’t joking.

“No, I just-” Jack rubbed his eyes again. “Did you see what my plus-minus was tonight?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Oh my God, no, we’re not doing this,” you said. Sometimes Jack wanted to forget everything about a shitty game, but other nights he got frustrated and wanted to pick apart every mistake he’d made on the ice. You dragged your laptop closer to you. “C’mon, open your Netflix, we’re watching a movie.”

There was some scuffling on the other end, with Jack accidentally pointing his phone at the ceiling. “Fine, but I get to pick,” he said.

You argued half-heartedly with him for a while, but he won in the end, and you settled on some movie you’d both seen a dozen times. It was quiet while you watched, a comfortable silence, heavy with familiarity.

“Hey,” Jack said lowly as the end credits rolled later. You’d been half-sure Jack had fallen asleep on you. “Thanks.”

You smiled tiredly at him. It was late, and dark in his room, and you could barely make out his blurry form on your phone. “Anytime, Jacky,” you said, but you meant, “I love you.”

You can jump then fall, jump then fall Jump then fall into me, into me, yeah

Your doorbell rang one morning in early May. When you pulled open the front door, there was Jack, hands shoved deep in his hoodie pocket, standing on your parent’s front porch.

“I thought you weren’t coming home for a few weeks still,” you said, leaning against the door frame. The Devils season was over, but Jack had told you he was planning on sticking around for a while or traveling some before coming home for the summer.

Jack took one of his hands out of his pocket and ran it nervously through his hair. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, instead of responding to your non-question.

You raised an eyebrow at him. You’d known Jack for years, and you could probably count on one hand the number of times you’d seen him be nervous. “Well, don’t hurt yourself with that, bud,” you told him.

He made a face at you, but it also got him to smile. “Will you just let me-” he started, but he didn’t finish his sentence.

“Hey, c’mon, let’s go inside,” you said, stepping back to let Jack follow you into the house.

In the living room, the TV show you had been watching was still paused, but you both ignored it. You sat back on the couch, but Jack stayed standing, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You’re freaking me out a little, Jacky,” you said.

Jack sighed and sat on the floor in front of you, leaning back on his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him. “I miss you,” he said.

“Jack, we talk every day,” you told him. “I’m right here,” you added softly.

Jack huffed and ran his hands through his hair again. He laid back for a moment, staring silently up at the ceiling fan as it slowly turned above you.

“Have you ever thought about getting back together?” he asked when he sat back up.

You thought about it a lot, actually, but you just said, “Yeah.”

“Do you think we could do it?” Jack asked next.

You hesitated on that one. You’d thought that, maybe, you could’ve made it back when you were in high school, but things were so different now. You’d listened to the opinions of others so much back then, had broken up in part because you thought that it was inevitable anyway. Could you make it through all that again? You still had a few years until you graduated, and New Jersey wasn’t exactly close.

Then again, you two were as close as ever. Jack had only missed a handful of your Saturday morning phone calls, and it was always just because of hockey. He was still sitting on the floor in front of you, looking nervous as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

Jack’s face fell a little. “Do you think we could try?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you said, just as honestly. You’d never been good at saying no to Jack, anyway.

Jack beamed, and you knew exactly why you still loved him after all this time. Jack leaned forward and tugged at your foot. “Hey, come down here,” he whined. “Wanna kiss you.”

“Or you could come up here?” Jack tugged harder. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking needy,” you laughed, but you slid off the couch and let Jack pull you into his lap.

His hands went to your waist, sliding under your T-shirt, and he smiled smugly up at you. “Hi.”

You pressed a kiss to his nose. “Hi,” you said back.

“Uh-uh, you can do better than that.” A kiss to his cheek. Jack rolled his eyes and put one of his hands on your cheek to drag you in for a real kiss. “That’s better,” he whispered, but you were already leaning in for another kiss.

[jackrrabbit]

🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

[imkylotrash]

Whatever It Takes

Pairing: Finnick Odair x reader

Request: They’re getting ready to go into the Quarter Quell, and essentially have a super sweet conversation where they confess their love, and are like “damn the revolution I’ll protect you”. Anonymous

A/N It’s been a long time since I read the books so if I accidentally used the wrong word for something please let me know and I’ll correct it 💛

Tagging: @bitchwhytho​ @music-of-melody​

You called it before they even announce it. You knew all the victors would get involved in the Quarter Quell because how else would he get Katniss to be in the arena without letting the public know that it’s purely to kill her? When you hear Finnick’s name get called out, there’s no choice. But was there ever one to begin with?  

“I volunteer as tribute,” you say raising your hand to let them know that you’ll be going into the Quarter Quell and not that poor girl they’ve got on stage. You don’t look at Finnick because you know his face will just mirror back the pain you feel. No matter what the revolution has planned, you highly doubt that both of you gets out alive. The focus will be on Katniss because she’s the one that’s been fuelling the fire while the rest of you can die a martyr and inspire the people then Katniss’ death would squash the tiny flame. It’s not fair but she made everything possible when she took out those berries. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Finnick tells you once you’re on the train travelling to the Capitol. 

“There was no way I was going to let you go alone.” Not to mention that innocent girl who got drafted. You’d have been a proper piece of shit had you not volunteered. 

“But you could’ve survived. Don’t you understand that’s all I care about?” 

“Careful, Finnick. Someone might hear your declaration of love and think it means something else.” It’s a warning that the walls have ears and not necessarily just the Capitol’s ears. Although you both want to think only the best of the lovely Coin, you can’t help but feel like it’s too good to be true. And you have no doubt that she’s got as many spies all around as President Snow. 

“I just want you to live,” he says hearing your warning loud and clear. Katniss and to some extent Peeta are untouchable, you are not. He takes your hand without another word. The rest of the train ride you remain quiet, too worried about saying the wrong thing and jeopardising this whole thing. Haymitch is counting on to keep Katniss alive until the rescue mission and your lives can’t matter more than the entire of Panem. Even if you want to say screw that sometimes.

“God, you’ve gotten old,” you smile spotting Haymitch next to the star-crossed lovers. He scoffs but can’t help but laugh. You’ve known each other for quite some time now and learned a long time ago that humour is how you all get through this with at least some level of sanity.

“I see your kindness have only grown over the years,” he mocks before giving you a massive hug. Being a victor and having to mentor the kids every year creates a certain bond between you all but Haymitch has always been one of your favourites. It’s the reason you know you can trust him to do you a favour. 

“We should talk once all the celebrations die down. Catch up on old times,” you smile giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze. He agrees suggesting the rooftop for a gorgeous view. When Finnick sneaks his arm around you, there’s a slight pang of guilt but you force it to the back of your mind. He’s going to survive the Quarter Quell if you can do anything about it. 

“What did you talk about?” he asks quietly and you keep a smile on your face not even looking at him. 

“Just good old days,” you utter hoping Finnick will understand not to ask more questions right now. There are too many people around you to speak freely and, in a minute, you’ll have to get on that carriage and pretend you’re proud to be fighting once again. 

“Katniss, Peeta!” you call out catching their attention just as they’re about to get on their carriage, “nice costumes.” You’re trying to be nice and establish some sort of positive relation between you but all it does is make Katniss stare at you like you’re personally responsible for putting her in the Quarter Quell. 

“I already tried. Tough nut,” Finnick tells you. It makes sense why the revolution needs a face but why they would ever choose someone like Katniss is beyond you. She’s not kind or caring expect when it comes to the people she loves. The future of Panem seems oddly low on her list of priorities but then again when has war ever made sense? And you certainly can’t say you’re morally better than her. 

“Is holding hands a cliché?” You look over to Finnick who’s doing his very best to put on a brave face.

“I think it’s perfect.” You intertwine your fingers with his not letting go until the carriage has driven through those gates at the end where the public can’t see you anymore. And even then, it’s just to get some blood flow back. 

“I just want some sleep,” Finnick says itching to get the costume off and you’re thinking the same thing. You ride up in the elevator with Katniss, Peeta and Joanna which makes for an interesting end to the day. 

“Never a dull moment,” you say before exiting the elevator with Finnick. Joanna laughs loudly while both Katniss and Peeta looks slightly mortified. If she’s trying to win over Katniss, Joanna is doing a poor job. 

“Let’s take a shower,” Finnick suggests now that you’re finally alone and you’re all too happy to comply. In the shower you can finally speak freely with the sound of water drowning out the sound of your voices. 

“I know it’s horrible to say but the revolution doesn’t matter to me if I don’t have you next to me when it’s done.” He slowly lets his hands slide down your arms until they reach your hands. 

“I know,” you whisper feeling the exact same way. The guilt returns tenfold this time but you keep quiet knowing that when he’s sleeping tonight, you’ll be bargaining for his life. 

“I say damn the revolution. I swore to protect to you a long time ago and I’m not breaking that promise now.” He kisses you with a fire that tells you just how badly he wants to keep you safe. Desperation takes over your body as you kiss him back. You wish you could leave now and hide somewhere far away from everything. If it were up to you, you would’ve fled the moment you heard about the Quarter Quell. But it’s difficult leaving behind so many decent people who needs your help and the few moments of hesitation had been enough for the peacekeepers to show up and make sure you didn’t take off. Snow always knew you were a runner. 

“And I say you’re sounding crazy. We can’t change the plan now. There’s nowhere to run.” As much as you’d love to run away and hide with him, you know it’s too late for that now. You wouldn’t make it out of the building. 

“I don’t care if I sound crazy. We can protect each other in the arena, make sure we never part. And when they come get us, we make sure they grab both of us.” It’s cruel really to give hope to him because you know it won’t work but you wish it could be so easy. 

“And then when we’re out, we hide. No more war, no more revolution. Just you and me and a small cottage near the water.” Hope may be cruel but it’s a strong motivator to survive and if anything you need Finnick to survive. You hide your face in the crook of his neck allowing yourself to feel a pang of sadness at the prospect of the future you’ve lost. Your lives ended the day you got drawn for the Hunger Games. 

“And you can finally have enough quiet to paint,” he adds and you don’t have to see his face to see the affection in his eyes. 

“It would be perfect,” you say closing your eyes to picture the cottage and the life you could’ve had with Finnick. The water hides the tears that fall from your eyes and it’s a good thing because you’re not sure you would be able to hold your secret from spilling out if Finnick noticed. 

“I promise I will make it happen. I promise we’ll be alive to spend the rest of our lives together. Whatever it takes,” he says. Instead of answering him, you kiss him again. When the water turns cold, you get out and dry off. You both know that your safety is gone now and they can hear whatever you say so you keep quiet letting your eyes do the talking. You cuddle up in bed where you wait for him to drift off before you head to the roof where Haymitch is waiting. The wind is loud tonight working as a noise diffuser. 

“I want you to save him.” It doesn’t surprise Haymitch but you both know he can’t make any promises. 

“I know Katniss is the main goal and that’s she’s probably made some demand for Peeta. But if there comes a choice between saving Finnick or the rest, you save him. Do you understand?” It’s the least he can do for you after everything you’ve sacrificed for President Coin and the revolution. You could’ve had a life if things had gone differently. 

“And that includes me, Haymitch. Once you’ve gotten Katniss and Peeta out, Finnick is your priority,” you add knowing that if Haymitch could choose, he’d pick you. 

“Finnick will make more sense for the revolution. I won’t be an asset the way he can be.” He knows you’re right. Of course he does but it doesn’t mean he has to like it. 

“I know,” he grumbles. You both know there’s a good chance you won’t make it out of that arena but then again none of you have been safe ever since you became victors. Snow made sure of that. 

“Promise me. I need to hear you say it.” You’re not satisfied until you hear him say those words that will give Finnick a chance to make it. As much as you’d love to believe his plan of getting out of the arena together, you can’t afford to entertain the idea. Even if Finnick isn’t ready to admit it, you both know it’s a fairy tale ending you won’t get. 

“I always thought he was just your way of getting through it, you know. That he offered some sort of relieve.” Maybe at first Finnick was your escape from reality but not now. He’s your world and everything else. 

“He has my heart, Haymitch.” You hug him tightly hoping he knows how much his friendship has meant to you over the years of being a mentor.

“Take care,” he says before you spin around hurrying back. Finnick doesn’t wake up until you crawl back to bed but a quick excuse about the bathroom satisfies his curiosity. 

“I love you,” you whisper looking over at the man who’s given you so much more than you’ll ever be able to explain. 

“I love you more.” 

[triptuckers]

Two Homes (part 1/7) - Nikolai Lantsov

Request: nope! Pairing:  Nikolai Lantsov x reader  Summary:  you live in Ketterdam, and your life is alright. things get excited however, when you receive royal mail Warnings: none Word count:  2K A/N: first time doing a (mini) series and I am ✨ nervous ✨ but this idea has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m planning on writing seven parts :) enjoy reading!  PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART TAG LIST: @godsofwriting @im-constantly-fangirling add yourself to my tag lists here 

You would always be torn between leaving Ketterdam, and staying in the city. You have a good life, it’s comfortable. Given that your father is one of the wealthiest merchants of the city, you could basically get anything you wanted. You had more money than you could possibly spend in one lifetime.

But still, you weren’t happy. Your father may have a lot of kruge, he certainly didn’t have a heart of gold. All your life you’ve known him as a greedy, rude and unfair man. You’d give up all of your kruge in a blink of an eye if you could trade it for a different life. 

Your friends didn’t understand. They told you to be grateful. That many would kill to live in a mansion like you do, and to have the amounts of money your family has. But you had learned wealth doesn’t always mean happiness.

For years, you watched as your father treated people like garbage, simply because they didn’t have enough money in his eyes. He’d blackmail people, or worse. You couldn’t stand it.

Which is why you decided to join the Dregs a couple of years ago. In secret, of course. Your father doesn’t know. You took every precaution necessary to prevent him from finding out. You’d rather not find out all the things he’d be capable of. 

With the help of the Crows, you’d been stealing small bits of your father’s fortune. You either give it to the Dregs or transfer it to your own personal bank account, one your father didn’t have access to. 

To keep your identity a secret, only a few Dregs know your true identity. You use a fake name and whenever you’re at the Crow Club or the Slat, you wear your hood pulled down as low as possible, hiding your face from curious eyes. All precautions because you know all too well what gang members would do with a rich merchant’s daughter. 

You like hanging out at the Crow Club. Mostly because the Crows don’t treat you like a merchant’s daughter. They treat you like, well, Y/N. To them, you’re one of their own. And you’re glad they’re your friends. 

The Crow Club is also a place where you can relax. At home, you’re always on your toes, keeping a close eye on your father. He had the annoying habit of marching into your room unannounced. When you told him you wanted a lock on your door, he merely laughed it away. 

So, yes, you’d prefer the Crow Club full of thieves, gamblers and other criminals to the mansion you live in.

Of course, your father doesn’t know you spend most of your time at the Club. You take longer walks, you make sure you’re not followed, and conceal your face whenever you make your way to the Barrel. 

Once inside the Club, you walk to your usual table, and there’d always be someone around to join you.

Right now, you’re sitting at the table with Nina and Jesper. Enjoying a drink and a game of cards. You’re happy to be amongst your friends, laughing at their jokes and beating them at cards.

You look up when you see a familiar redhead approach your table.

‘Hi Wylan!’ you say as you enthusiastically wave at him. Wylan smiles at you as he sits down next to Jesper. Jesper raises his hand at the bartender to order another round of drinks as Wylan shrugs off his coat.

‘I’ve got something for you.’ says Wylan, while looking at you.

You raise your eyebrows in question as you finish your drink. ‘Watch out, Jesper, I might steal your boyfriend.’ you chuckle.

‘Oh, no, you won’t.’ says Jesper, reaching out and pulling Wylan's chair closer to his own, making Wylan blush.

‘He’s going to ask me out on a date, I can see it on his face.’ you say, failing to keep a straight face. 

‘What? No!’ says Wylan, looking from you to Jesper. ‘No, I’m not asking you out on a date, I’ve got a letter for you.’ 

You frown. ‘You’ve got a letter for me?’ you say. ‘Why wasn’t it just delivered to my house?’

‘I don’t know.’ says Wylan. ‘Someone stopped me in the street and told met to give it to you. They said it was urgent.’

‘How did they know you knew where to find me?’ you ask him as you take your new drink the bartender passes you.

Wylan shrugs. ‘I don’t know. She had a pretty heavy Ravkan accent, though. I tried to read the address to confirm it was yours, but I couldn't.’ he says. You notice a slight blush on his cheeks, but ignore it.

‘Is the letter from Ravka as well?’ you say.

‘I think so.’ says Wylan, finally pulling the letter out of his coat pocket. ‘I mean, it’s got a pretty distinctive seal on the back of it.’ 

Before you can ask him anything else, Jesper snatches the letter out of Wylan’s hand, looking at it. 

‘Why would a Ravkan send you a letter?’ he chuckles, flipping the envelope around in his hands. When his eyes fall on the seal, they widen. ‘Correction.’ says Jesper, while looking at you. ‘Why would a Lantsov send you a letter?’

Now your eyes widen as well. ‘What?’ you say. ‘That has to be some kind of joke.’

You lean over the table and take the envelope out of Jesper’s hands. You take another sip of your drink as you look at the seal on the back of it. Indeed, the Lantsov double eagle is on it. 

‘Nina.’ you say, turning to her next to you and handing her the envelope so she can look at it as well. ‘Do you have any idea as to why your king would send me a letter?’ 

Nina looks at the seal as well, running a finger over it. ‘I don’t know.’ she says. ‘But this looks like a legitimate seal, though. It’s on the ones I get as well. I don’t get a lot of them, but I do recognise that seal. This isn’t a fake.’

She hands it back to you and your flip it over in your hand. When you look up, you see all three of your friends looking at you. 

‘Why would he send me a letter, though?’ you wonder out loud. ‘And how does he even know I exist? Or where to find me?’

‘Well, after all, you are a merchant’s daughter.’ says Jesper.

‘Shh!’ you quickly say. ‘We’re still in the Crow Club, Jes!’

Jesper quickly apologises, looking around to see if anyone heard him. But the people around you are too caught up in their own drinks and games to have heard anything you were saying. 

‘But why would the king of Ravka keep track of Kerch merchants? He only approaches the merchant council for loans. And if he needs to contact them, he sends letters directly to the members of the council.’ you say. 

‘Well, you won’t know until you open it.’ says Nina. ‘Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t even know you.’

‘You’ve got a point.’ you say. ‘And I can’t deny I'm curious.’

Slowly, you open the envelope, pulling out a short letter. You’re well aware of all of their eyes on you as you read the message.

“Dear miss Y/F/N Y/L/N,

My name is Nikolai Lantsov (as you probably would have guessed upon seeing the wax seal on the envelope), I’ll spare the ink and not name all of my titles. Though my triumvirate would like me to. 

I am writing you to tell you I am hosting a ball, one week from now, at the Grand Palace in Os Alta, Ravka. You are hereby invited to attend said ball, at the end of which I will choose a bride.

I await your response, and I promise there will be good wine.

Yours sincerely,

King Nikolai Lantsov, of Ravka”

You read the letter over and over again, trying to get the words to sink in. Nikolai Lantsov himself wrote you an invitation. To a ball at the Grand Palace. And he’d choose a bride. Someone to be his queen.

You snort and throw the letter on the table.

‘Well, that was interesting to read.’ you say.

Jesper moves to pick up the letter, but Nina is faster. Wylan and Jesper lean in closer, and she softly reads the letter out loud. You see looks of surprise and confusion on their faces as Nina reads the letter.

When she’s done, they all look at you in confusion. You chuckle and take the letter from Nina’s hands, folding it and tucking it in your pocket. 

‘Do you think I could sell this to the highest bidder?’ you say. ‘It’s got an authentic Lantsov signature on it.’

‘Why on earth would you do that?’ says Jesper.

You look at him. ‘You don’t seriously think I’ll go?’ you say.

‘Duh!’ says Jesper. ‘Why not? Y/N, this is a king. And he’s inviting you to a ball. You could become queen!’

‘I have no intention of becoming queen.’ you say, finishing your drink. ‘Besides, I don’t want to leave Ketterdam.’

‘I bet Os Alta is a whole lot nicer than Ketterdam, though.’ says Wylan.

‘And have a servant do every little thing for me? Eat the finest food all day every month? Go to balls and war meetings? No thank you.’ you say.

‘Why do you talk about it as if it’s a bad thing?’ says Wylan.

‘Because I told you, I have no intention of going to a ball and becoming queen. If you’re asking me, I think writing that letter was a waste of ink and paper.’ you tell them. ‘Besides, if he’s smart, he’s going to marry a Fjerdan or Shu princess to establish an alliance. Even if I wanted to go, there’s no way he’d pick an ordinary Kerch merchant’s daughter to be his queen.’

‘A word of advice?’ says Nina. 

You look at her and motion for her to keep on talking. 

‘I’ve met Nikolai several times. He’s a good man. Would it really be that bad to even attend? You’re not agreeing to marrying him, you’re just going to a ball. Why not give him a chance?’ she says.

‘Because I think balls are a waste of time. And money. And simply because I don’t want to play dress up and act like a perfect daughter.’ you say, getting up and putting on your coat.

‘At least think about it?’ says Nina.

‘For your sake, I will.’ you say. ‘I’ll even pretend like I haven’t made my decision yet.’

‘It’ll be great for your reputation!’ says Jesper as you move through the crowd toward the door.

‘I’m not going to Os Alta!’ you yell at him over your shoulder. When you’re at the door, you wave goodbye at them and head outside. It’s a particular cold night, and you wrap your coat tighter around you and pull your hood further down.

Somehow the invitation feels like lead as it sits in your pocket. So Nikolai Lantsov himself invited you to the Grand Palace. Though you’re flattered, you’ve already made up your mind. 

You’re not going to Os Alta. After all, what could be waiting for you there that you couldn’t find in Ketterdam? You’ve got very good friends here, plenty of kruge, and you live in a mansion. 

Surely Os Alta couldn’t offer you more than that?

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Dive Bar

Bucky x F!Reader 

Prompt: “Call me / her that again, and you will find my steel somewhere uncomfortable”

Warnings: drinking, harassment, violence, cursing 

Word Count: 2.7k

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There was a hole in the wall dive bar Bucky would frequent. He’d been dragged all over New York by Sam now that it was just them and he hated every place Sam would force him to go except this bar. It was a place that besides his apartment, Bucky found comfortable. For the most part it was a relatively relaxed atmosphere and even though he couldn’t get drunk, it was one of his favorite places to go. Sam went with him a few times, but for the most part Bucky went on his own. He liked having a place that was like his go-to. He’d been working on collecting a lot of his own regular places- coffee shop, news stand, bar… It was helping him find some sense of stability in recent times.

It was a little busier in the bar than normal, probably because there was a football on tonight. It still wasn’t too much, he enjoyed just nursing a beer and sitting in a rounded booth in the back just people watching or just enjoying the atmosphere. All the employees knew him by now, and he was comfortable taking off his jacket and gloves. He’s sure everyone knew who he was just by the arm alone, but he appreciated that people here didn’t normally bother him. The only people who have approached him, hadn’t recognized him and ask if he served in the military. He’d smile and say he did, and they’d thank him for his service.

Since it was a busier night, Bucky noticed they had two people who usually bartended were brought in to run drinks and take orders while two other people were bartending. Almost every seat at the bar was taken, and all of the booths were filled. Couples filled the three high top tables that were on top of the small makeshift dance floor, obviously extra tables brought in to accommodate for the busy night. Most of the people there were very preoccupied by the tv behind the bar, expect for the two servers who were running back and forth from the bar with trays of drinks.

“How you doing Bucky?” You ask with a grin as you walk by, balancing a tray of tall drafts and a pitcher. You bring the tray to the booth right next to his and then return to briefly chat with him. You knew him pretty well as you were usually the bartender on the nights he comes by. Bucky hadn’t admitted to himself yet, but you were one of the main reasons he kept coming back. He most definitely was developing a crush on you.

“Hey (Y/N),” he smiled looking up at you returning your grin. “Much better now,” he said playfully, feeling relaxed just seeing you. “How’s your night going?” He asks.

“Busy,” you chuckle, gesturing to the atmosphere, “Great night for tips though.”

“Yeah, definitely,” he agreed.

“You’re surprisingly sober,” you comment with a smirk, as you grab the several empty bottles in front of him.

“Oh…,” He says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “I can’t get drunk.”

“So, you drink beer for the taste? Weird,” you laugh. It makes him smile, and the nervousness that had risen subsides again.

“You don’t like beer?” He asks.

“I like the affects of it,” you joke, “I wouldn’t choose to drink it for the taste alone. But that’s just me. I don’t judge you, Buck.”

He opens his mouth to respond but you are pulled away from him by a loud voice rudely trying to get your attention. A guy a few booths down has an empty glass and his refill is clearly the most important thing to ever happen. You roll your eyes playfully and Bucky laughs before you head over to deal with the rude customer.

The night continues on and as the game ends, people stagger out. There’re a few stragglers at the bar and the high tops have been moved so some couples can sway to some slow songs playing on the jukebox. Bucky has moved from his seat at a booth to the bar now that your fellow coworkers have left for the night and you’ve taken over as bartender. The night is definitely coming to an end and the atmosphere has become much more mellow.

You were cleaning off the counters behind the bar, getting a head start on cleaning up for the night, as Bucky just watched you intently. The place had mellowed out to a comfortable silence despite the few people that you knew would linger until you ushered them out.

Bucky was thinking back to one of the first times he came here with Sam and how immediately Sam was able to pick up Bucky’s interest in you. Sam had teased him when Bucky would fumble over his words when you would talk to him. Sam would insist Bucky hurry up and ask you out before someone else would. At the time, he hadn’t felt ready to open himself up to someone else. He wanted to take some time for himself. How could he even possibly think of bringing someone else into this equation before taking care of himself first? It wouldn’t be fair to either person in that equation. But now, it finally felt like he was ready. He knew now he was ready to let someone in, but now his fear he battled with was the possibility of rejection.

Now, with the calmness of the night and the low, romantic song playing from the jukebox as the last two couples sway to the music, it started to feel like it could be the right moment. Maybe Sam was right, and he waited to long to say something. Fear of rejection made him also worried about not being able to ever show his face here again. He asks you out, you say no, and then suddenly one of his places he loses forever. He loses seeing you and he loses this place where he can allow himself to just… be. He wasn’t ready to open himself up to new bars or new spots, he found comfort in these little things as ridiculous as he knew he was being.

“You hanging around for a while?” you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. You leaned on the bar, leaning in close to him so he was the only one to hear you. He caught the worry in your voice and he saw the way your eyes were widened slightly.

He was so caught up in his own thoughts and day dreams he hadn’t noticed another man sitting at the bar who was making you clearly uncomfortable. The man absolutely reeked from the amount of alcohol he consumed. You hadn’t been working the bar when he first arrived and you’re mad at your coworkers for not cutting him off sooner. He had been making you uneasy most of the night, and now his stares were becoming more obvious the drunker he becomes, and his comments becoming more and more crass.

“Yeah, of course,” Bucky said comfortingly. You sigh relieved, feeling safe with the promise Bucky would be there at the end of the night. You smile showing your appreciation, and tilt your head discreetly to just let him know the man at the end of the bar was the source of your discomfort. Bucky takes a look at him and immediately able to sum him up.

“I’ll stay and walk you to your car,” he offers without you needing to ask, and touches your hand in a comforting way. You sigh relieved.

“Thank you so much, Buck,” you say with a sigh, immediately feeling a little better. You smile at him and his heart just completely skips a beat. You check the time and you just had to make it through another 15 minutes before you get to go home. You start putting the liquors away and just continuing to lock up.

“Honey, what are you doing wasting your pretty self with a guy like that,” the guy said obnoxiously, slurring his words, “Can’t expect a man with one arm to be able to satisfy a woman.” You rolled your eyes and ignored him, while Bucky’s jaw tightened and his flesh hand made a fist on the bar. You shoot a sympathizing look to Bucky silently apologizing for having to put up with this and silently asking him to not take his words to heart. “If you gave me a chance, I could show you how a real man uses both his hands,” he slurs. He clearly was too drunk to recognize Bucky and you look at Bucky again, and the man looks like he’s one more comment away from killing this guy. “Fucking bitch,” the guy spits, reaching over the bar to grab your arm and force you to face him, “You know it’s rude to ignore people when they speak to you, sweetheart,” he continues, the atmosphere Bucky had been enjoying has entirely vanished and the air hangs heavy at his words.

Before you could even process anything, Bucky had the guy pushed against the wall with his metal arm holding his throat in a chokehold and his flash hand punching the guy in the stomach. You gasp and back away, the sting of his grip still hurting your arm.

“Call her that again, and you will find my steel somewhere uncomfortable,” Bucky says as he lets the guy go and lets him collapse on the floor. The guy gasps for air, and scurries out of the bar as fast as he could, not even able to stand up properly yet- not wanting to stick around to see if Bucky was a man of his word.

You stare back at Bucky in silence for a moment, as he tries to calm his breathing. You cross your arms over your chest, cowering- not at Bucky but just how you small you felt from the man’s words and forceful grip. You see the painting from the wall is tilted from how aggressively Bucky pushed him. You were breathless and still in shock of what just happened.

“Are you okay, doll?” he asks, walking behind the bar and gently looking at your arm.

“I’m so sorry you had to put up with that,” you whisper, unable to meet his eye yet. “But thank you,” you say looking up to meet his gaze. “I don’t even want to think about if you hadn’t been here.”

“As long as you’re okay that’s all I care about,” he says, his eyes scanning yours.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say with a soft chuckle, “Kind of shaken up but I’ll be fine.”

You both didn’t say much as you closed up, Bucky giving you a hand and bringing the extra tables back to storage. Then you both worked together to put all the chairs on top of the bar’s few permanent tables. He offered to sweep up for you while you took the cash from the register to the safe and grabbed your jacket from the back. Then he walked you to your car just as he promised.

The night air outside was incredibly cold, and you walked with your hands buried deep in the pockets of your coat. Your car was the only one left in the lot because Bucky walked like he usually did. “Well, this is me,” you joke awkwardly when the two of you reach your car. You turn to look up at him. “Again, Bucky,” you say a little breathless from the cold air, “Thank you so much.”

“It was nothing I mean…,” he says, blushing, rubbing the back of his neck again, nervously.

“Can I give you a ride home?” You ask, “It’s the least I can do.”

“You don’t have to, doll,” he mumbles shyly, like he wasn’t the same man who just knocked a creep onto the floor for you. “I only live a couple blocks that way.”

“Coffee tomorrow maybe?” You offer with a smile as an alternative. “There’s like this place I go all the time that’s right near here- the one with the green awnings.”

“I go there every day,” he beams excitedly.

“Me too,” you grin stupidly, “I guess we go at different times.”

“I’m always up really early,” he shrugs. It’s more accurate to say that he never is able to fall back asleep.

“I’m always sleeping in working nights,” you admit, pulling your keys out of your pocket.

There’s a quiet moment, exchanged between the two of you. The awkwardness arises because neither of you actually want to bid your goodbyes or want the moment to end. Bucky desperately wishes he could take back his rejection of your offer for a ride home so he could spend more time with you and wouldn’t have to wait hours before seeing you again tomorrow.

“Oh,” you say, suddenly, your voice echoing through the night’s still silence. “I should give you my number.”

Bucky feels like he might fall over. He nods pulling his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it for you. He hands it over to you and he tries to ignores the butterflies when your fingers graze his own when you take the phone. You smile, biting your lip slightly as you type away, the glow from the screen lighting up your face in the darkness. He was longing to just kiss you. But the thought is fleeting when you hand his phone back to him. After everything that happened tonight, he thought of you first and how he just wanted you to feel comfortable.

“Well, um,” you say with a shy smile, “I guess I should head home. Are you sure about not needing a ride…?”

“Um,” he starts, wanting desperately to change his answer to spend more time with you. He decides against it, even though he can’t give a reason as to why except his own nervousness. “Yeah, I’m sure,” he smiles.

“Call me tomorrow?” you ask, unlocking your car and he nods.

“Absolutely,” he says with a shy grin. You smile once more and then get in your car. Bucky gives you a short wave before walking towards the direction of his apartment building. As he walks, he stares at his phone with your contact open. He knows it’s outdated, but he still memorizes your number until he knows it by heart.

He gets back to his apartment and hangs his coat on the hook, dropping his keys in the bowl and kicking his shoes off at the door. Alpine stirs from the cat bed that was in the living room and begins to affectionately rub at Bucky’s legs. He scoops up the cat, scratching behind the ears and holding them close to his chest. He takes a seat on his couch, Alpine snuggling into a ball on his lap. Bucky stares at his phone, and he wonders if you made it home safely.

Is it too clingy to call? Or should he text you? He despises texting. There are so many unspoken rules that he didn’t understand and it often got him into trouble. Why did he have to respond to texts that don’t have a question but are shown as read? He hated the guess work that went along with it and he would be too worried to mess anything up with you. It wouldn’t be weird to see if you got home safe, surely, considering everything that happened. Or maybe he could call Sam? No. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Alpine picked up on his stress and purred comfortingly. Bucky let out a sigh and looked at the clock on his tv box. Under normal circumstances he’d never think about calling someone so early in the morning. Actually, it was the first time in years he had someone to call. And you said call, not text, he remembers distinctly. His mind is racing with thoughts of you.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, pressing the call button before he chickens out again. The line rings and his breathing is quick, the poor man was a nervous wreck.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,” your voice on the other end immediately calming him down. “Miss me already?”

“Yeah,” he says with a chuckle, being able to hear your smile over the phone. “I really do.”

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