#I took a hit and said damn what’d they do to my girl

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Naurrr howd they get the strawberry shortcake smell in the weed vape

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Sugar Sweet Thong

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader

warning: After Y/n gets a new thong, away up in his cabin where no one can touch her but him, her wild man of a husband can’t keep his hands off her (Major Dom Henry)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Baby, how did your little gift exchange thing go today? n’ what’s behind your beautiful body?”Henry asked watching his girl creep in through the front door, a clearly visible Victoria Secret bag in her hands. “It went well” She said shortly, her act falling once Henry patted his knees, beckoning her to sit on his beefy thighs; a strong arm curling around her waist. “Well what’d ya get sugar? C’mon n’ let me see, even brought more firewood in so we can snuggle in close tonight”

He growled nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his lips pressing a sloppy kiss onto her jaw. “We actually did something a little different this year, w-we did a thong exchange, so we all-“

“So you all bought each other thongs huh? Go on baby, show me your pretty new lace on for me to play with” Henry leant back in the arm chair, Y/n easily cuddling back with him, instantly missing his body heat. Henry’s arm around her waist softly stroked her stomach, his fingers teasing the rim of her underwear

“But that’s embarrassing! I can just hold it up for youu” Y/n whined shoving her face in his neck, the smell of pinewood and cologne filling her nose, his chequered over-shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tight white shirt.

A year ago Henry took a trip to the closest town for new tools, his eyes immediately caught onto the sweet little thing working in her grandparent’s candy shop. Dressed in a lavender dress she always greeted him with a smile, clinging onto his burly arms every time they walked about town, gaining a few stares as people thought ‘How could such a grumpy thing get that light?’

Of course once Henry convinced her to elope, it only made sense that she moved out with him to his isolated luxurious cabin out on the slopes. Their wedding consisted of just her family, Henry’s being nowhere in site but that didn’t bother any of them, frankly Y/n’s parents were just glad she was finally married despite her still being in her early 20s; for a man in his 30s like Henry to want their daughter’s hand in marriage, that was a gift.

“You’re my wife, if anythin the lace is the frame for my pretty picture. Now go get the damn thong on” Henry said more dominantly slapping Y/n’s ass causing her to squeal and giggle to their shared bedroom.

Pulling the thong up her thighs, Y/n couldn’t help but feel confident at the sight of the new lace on her body, when her friend’s words came back to her. “Come on Y/n, think of it as a present for both you and your grumpy ol’ man” Lucy giggled handing Y/n the bag.

Putting on one of Henry’s plaid shirts over her, she walked back out to the armchair in front of the log fire, wearing nothing underneath but her new thong. “Well?” Henry asked taking another swig of beer, throwing his cap onto the floor.

Y/n shyly pulled up the shirt revealing it to her husband, causing him to sit up and lean forward, his nose hitting her mound. “Sugar, you decorated my flower with another pretty flower, how thoughtful of you” He said looking up at her before taking his tongue and striping a lick up her thinly covered pussy.

“W-what are you doing Hen?” Y/n asked threading her fingers through his messy curls, his, “Kissing my pretty pussy” Henry growled placing kisses all over, finally setting one on her clit, causing his woman to slightly jolt in his hold. Henry leant back, unbuckling the belt she had recently gotten him for Christmas, his jeans falling to just his knees.

“Sit on my lap baby, get comfortable with your man, tell me about your day, wan’ hear all about it” Nodding Y/n sat back on his lap, the only thing between her pussy and his thick cock, being her lace thong. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other starting to slowly rub her clit through the lace as she talked.

“W-we went to starbucks, oh fuck, and- and then”

“Language baby” Henry growled slapping her pussy out of nowhere, before going back to slowly playing with her nub, his other arm making sure she doesn’t wiggle away from him.

“T-then we went back to Grace’s and we did the thong- thong exchange” Y/n gasped feeling Henry’s cock slide between her thighs, his red head bumping her clit every single time, just like he wanted. “That’s it baby, keep talking to me” Henry urged, his fingers going into his mouth and going back onto her clit, his other hand groping onto her right breast as she clawed onto his arms.

“Can’t do it, feels too good bear” Y/n breathed out leaning her head back onto his shoulder, his lips instantly landing onto her cheek, her head turning to give him a small kiss on the lips. “Got you all dumbed up on my cock, right honey? Can’t think when i’m all up on you, you drive me crazy” He growled fixing her up tighter against him, both his hands now going to her waist for his next move.

“Can’t imagine what woulda happened if I didn’t marry ya and bring you up here with me, you ever going to keep my pussy away from me?” Henry taunted pushing her body up and down, his cock sliding up and down her pussy lips which were now visible with the soaked lace.

“N-no. is’ your pussy baby, can have it whenever you want” Y/n moaned, her eyes going to the back of her head, knowing damn well that his words were enough to make her cum then and there. “Want you inside me Hen”

“Nuh-uh honey, maybe tomorrow, m’tired tonight. You understand right? Was busy working for us day n’ night” Henry said smirking knowing damn well his bank accounts were big enough to supply them another 10 lifetimes, but his baby didn’t need to know that, and she wouldn’t.

“Y-you’re right Hen, m’sorry, love you so much” Y/n whimpered feeling tears prick her eyes, her head turning coaxing out Henry’s tongue with her own, their rapid movements causing their kiss to turn wet and messy real quick. Filthy just like they both liked it. “I love you too baby. I’m going to cum on top of your pussy, that okay sugar?” He asked in her ear, her voice now rasped and broken as she screamed for him to do so. His cock painting the lilac lace white with his cum, Y/n’s eyes starting to lid close from exhaustion

“Can I at least keep this pair?” Y/n shuddered feeling her husband peel the sticky fabric down her thighs, watching as he threw it to somewhere in the living room, her eyes basically love hearts as she watched him attend to her. Kissing her nose, giving her a massive drink of water, bringing her back onto his lap this time with a soft blanket.

“You know the rules sugar, no underwear indoors” Henry whispered watching their log fire, his arms clasped around her waist as she resumed her story of her day, her nails softly playing with the wedding bands on their fingers. “Then I saw Stephanie’s new baby, n’ I was thinking can we have one?”

Henry woke up from his daydream to see Y/n looking up at him cutely, a sweet sugar like smile on her face, “Course baby, i’ll give you anything you want”

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[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

DAMN CAP YOU COOKED THIS IS MASSIVE!! SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 72 OF PN BELOW BEWEAR!!

OHH SHE TOOK THE EARINGS WITH HER STEALING THEM ok i’m a fool right this makes sense. 

Girl. girl please. “You gotta trust me marinette I’m the only one you can trust” YOU WERE TRYING TO SCAM HER 

Love Fei, the dichotomy of man is so real with her

Damn brother what an intro, and then we snap back to Juleka pretending she is Batman. I hope she is at least enjoying running around on the rooftops she wanted to chapters ago

I genuinely can’t tell if girly has a concussion or not. I am one to be tricked by the narrator so since she’s saying she doesn’t i’m like “Oh ok, i trust you”

Aww cute Alya and Juleka friending it up real style, I like how Alya was begging panthera to find marinette, so real of her. 

Juleka: dont worry i actually do this super often

Alya: be concussed on a rooftop?

HA-

Yooo super soulmate tracking activated??

I still find the fact that Marinette said that they “speedran dating” to be hilarious

Fei panicking like this is her first sleepover is so silly style

AUGH NO MARINETTE IS NOT THE PERSON TO ADMIT YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE TO

Like i love girly but damn Fei you did not choose the right person to admit murderous intent to

Like maybe this is good for Fei to be told “hey girl that’s a bit far” but like let the girl get her emotions off her chest before invalidating them LB damn

Cash, my brother, fuck off. Fei, kick him in the balls, I command thee. 

She was being emotionally vulnerable! Let her have her moment! 

Damn brother, Cash really just hit Marinette with the fact that good people can do bad things for reasons they see as good, this will literally break her good people meter.

Panthera where be you

Ricky, ricky when I catch you ricky (me about Cash)

YES GIRL (marinette said screw you, i’m hype)

Oop- Marinette is fighting back, and now she pointed out the obvious (to us, not to Fei) 

Damn brother plot twist (which I forgor) 

Oh dear oh dear oh dear, poor Fei. Girly it’s ok he took advantage of you in a vulnerable state that’s not your fault augh I feel awful for her

NOOO HAWKCOCK RETURNS BAD TIMING FUCK OFF

Help “what’d her glove do?” his hysterical

She pointed at the little akuma resting on her finger, “Are you gonna eat that?”

“Obviously not! Are you- oh you are. Okay.” ok so. Can marinette eat akumas to purify them?

Hey did Fei just get a real concussion?? Exciting

Who are these random lesbians in my father’s ancient duty cave? I ACTUALLY LOST IT

Oh damn the prodigious have shown up this chapter! Nice. 

NAH NOT HAWKMOTH HAVING PTSD FROM PANTHERA HAAA

Sorry not many comments on this bit i’m too into it to write

Realest reaction to gaining super powers

Wha da hell the renlings are mad. I do not remember them from the shanghai special i just remembered big lion guy

Damn motherfucker this shit bangs

Fei having the time of her life is very fun, it’s also been rather novel to have so much not-Juleka POV lately! Though that tracks with how much you like Fei!

I do wonder if you’re going to have her show up outside of this arc or naw, I guess i shall wait and see >:3

Could these lesbians please focus? HELP FEI STOP BEING SILLY

Damn nobody wants her to kill Cash. except me, Kill him Fei. I demand thee. 

I mean i think it would permanently scar her, but yknow, character building gotta come from somewhere buddy

Goddamn!! That rocked. Fei kicked his ass, hell yeah. Glad she didn’t kill him though (shush i have layers)

Help the awkward after battle chat with Hawkmoth what is this

FEI HAS A POINT THIS IS WEIRD AS SHIT

Backstory?? For Cash?? Ohhhh its that fucker. Cash is the guy who- oh ok it’s all coming together

HELP THE CHAOS

YOOO LION AKUMA HELLLL YEAH

I’ve always thought his akuma was sick as fuck

HAWKMOTH DIED/??

HELP SO MUCH IS HAPPENING ROSE CALLED AND- GTVNBUREFI

Ok so my suspicion that Adrien will find out has dimmed, but the embers are still there. Maybe he’ll be vaporized. 

Yeah maybe now isn’t the time for impromptu therapy ladies

Hell yeah, Panthera for the emotional intelligence win you go girl

Oh no it went wrong, Fei running away from your problems doesn’t work this is an awful time to do that!

No because Fei literally challenges Marinnettes ideals of a good person, her black and white way of thinking about things has been a (interesting!) source of conflict throughout this but i don’t believe she has ever disagreed with someone in this way that she actually likes. Idk if this makes sense, basically what I’m saying is this could be an interesting way to develop her black and white view on good and evil

I have feelings about it all ok??

“I can’t think about this” YES YOU CAN LB

I’m curious when Juleka will use that power again, also what is it called?

HELP NO i am actually out of breath from how much i laughed at Juleka picking up the phone for Rose WHILE CLIMBING WHATS HIM NAME SHADOW OF THE COLLOSUS STYLE 

GIRL. HAVE SOME PRIORITIES. 

WAIT IWIAIT WIH3W

WHAY

WITA

JULEKA CALLED HER SUNBEAM? ISN’T THAT WHAT SHE CALLED ROSE AS PANTHERA OR AM I GOING INSANE

WAIT. ROSE HAS A CLUE NOW? I’M GOING INSANE CAP

CAP PLEASE

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE ROSE-JULEKA REVEAL FOR YEARS

WHEN. 

Sorry i went mad

In my head when LB was flung off the big guy she pinwheeled through the air silly style

Is. is fei just flying about crying? “A mournful cry” and “red and gold streaked above them” like. As a bird i think that counts as flying about for the fuck of it and sobbing it up real style

It has been. A week maybe more. Sorry got distracted read 1.4 mill for another work got way too invested, we are so back though

And back to Fei’s POV epic crying girl montage qued

“And it was all her fault” girl please, there is a dickhead called HM and I think it’s more his fualt than yours, get over yourself

The renlings are so cool, the dialogue you had them do was mega cool cap

Dragon renling is bad ass, personally i would name them. He is now dubbed; Daniel.

Damn move over Juleka, there’s a new therapist in down, his name is Daniel the Dragon

Oh thank fuck, when Daniel said forgive i was like bitch Cash doesn’t deserve that, but forgiving herself makes so much sense. 

Not Panthera offering to fix her makeup- Juleka is so sweet girl

“We’ve got your back, Fei.” Ladybug exclaimed, “L-Like; If you need a plan, I’ve got one. I’ve got a great plan. I just need a GIANT jug- this made me lose it. What the fuck LB what would a giant jug do pray tell

YEAH DRAGON TIME

Sorry, that piece about her dad was lovely and it was awesome to read, it swept me up so i just ended up saying dragon time

Hm how does the dragon speak if it doesn’t have lips (in my head) 

No because ack what is this plan that involves a giant vase. Panthera you go girl don’t let her get eaten by another akuma, the dinosaur was enough. What will they do for Feast if not be eaten though that is the real question

Ya girly Fei just kicked kaiju ass in under 5 minutes because their timers were going off so, current MVP of the series; Fei, followed by Juleka for her metallica moment

Aww Mei Shi is adorable

He's so nice help

WHERE DID HE GO

Also wonderful break POV, that was a good line

Get his ass gang, cash is a dick

MEI SHI IS ADORABLE YAYAY AND SMALL

Fei has like 13 friends now. Is there 12 renlings or no i can’t remember

“Ooh sounds yummy.”

“You sounded a lot more professional as a robot guardian guy.”

“I was. Now I’m small and terrible.”

“Joy.” I LOVES HIM SO MUCH HE IS SO BABY!!! If only they returned to Paris with LB and Panthera, he could be friends with plagg.

Juleka now has a favor… 

Oh yeah plagg realised he could leave the ring while Juleka is transformed. That feels like an important detail. 

“OH MY GOD I HAVE PARENTS.” i love marinette. I loved this whole interaction actually, “water under the bridge, forced under the bridge” and all that was really funny

Also the fact that Adrien didn’t know your not allowed to sleep with a concussion has me concerned. 

Oh yay!! Juleka and Fei ‘therapy’ session

“That’s our everyday Ladybug!”

“AHA. YEAH. THAT SAYING. LANKS ADRIEN. I MEAN THANKS LADRIEN. THANKS. ADRIEN. AHAH.” realest reaction to that

The ending was very cosy, lots of fun :3

Finito!!!!!!! Amazing chapter Cap, ten out of ten, no a hundred out of ten is more fitting. I look forward to what comes next >:3

DANIEL I’m wheezing

I’m so glad you enjoyed bud! I’m gonna try and keep Fei in her lane for the rest of the fic or else my favoritism will show.

as for Panthera’s “special mode”, that’s called Mass Obliteration!

Plagg leaving the ring while Panthera is transformed is a marker on how much experience she’s had being Panthera.

When characters are transformed, they absorb that Kwami’s power to wear the suit. Then they expend a lots of that magic to use their powers and if they’re young and haven’t used that miraculous much- or don’t have lots of magic in general- then that magic is pretty much depleted to nothing once that power is used and their battery runs out after five minutes.

The Kwami is like the power source to the holder’s battery/charge, with the miraculous being the chord between them. Usually you need them “plugged in” aka in the miraculous at all time when the holder is transformed. However! Panthera’s gotten so used to Plagg’s essence that even if he leaves the ring for a bit, she can stay transformed as she has a bit of his magic to naturally spare. I hope that makes sense I’m babbling. Thank you to my buddy @ghostatjoes for that lore.

The base was in the original Shanghai episode. Ladybug’s plan was to get vored and break the akuma from the inside. It had organs. Mei Shi had organs. I was so disturbed, I didn’t wanna write that— and also I felt like Ladybug overhauling Fei’s fight was wrong. That was HER villain yknow. Wanted Fei to finish it all by herself.

I’m glad you enjoyed! This was def one of my favorite chapters ever to write. I think the size is an obvious indicator. I hope you guys enjoy Season 3! It’s coming I swear. I’m just writing a fun chapter before I drag you all into my hole of hell that I’ve been stewing over for years.

[membermentmania]

August 9th, 5:06-5:45am

She called Marj next. “Babe, where are you?” Marjorine picked up, concern carrying through every syllable. 

“Walking down the hallway.” 

“Meet me by the front.” 

Bebe swallowed hard. “Okay.” 

She did a 180 and started walking back towards where she needed to go. When she finally got to the front, everyone was there except for Red, Craig, Stan, and Kyle. She could barely take in everyone. Marjorine immediately pulled her into a hug. “Where are they?” she breathed out. 

“Yo!” Stan called out from down the hall. 

“Craig’s not here,” Clyde noted. 

Bebe just nodded. She didn’t want to ask the question that’s been sitting heavily on her mind in regards to Craig. Red wasn’t talking to anybody unless necessary, but she was visibly okay. Not corrupting. Craig, on the other hand. She hadn't seen him. She was honestly afraid to see him. She couldn’t do anything to help him. She didn’t think anyone could at this point. 

“When was the last time anyone saw her?” Kenny asked. 

“At school on Friday,” Tammy started shakily. There was a small round of agreement from the girls. Kyle and Stan mentioned they saw her Thursday night. 

“So no one’s seen her since Friday afternoon, correct?” Kenny asked, voice wavering. 

The resounding answer was ‘no.’ 

“Right,” he breathed out. He looked towards Bebe and Marj. “Red hasn’t left the house right?” 

“She left on Friday morning but she was back before we came back from school,” Marjorine replied. 

“Where’d she go?” Stan asked. 

“She went to go fight an angel.” 

“But she-” 

“She won’t listen to us. She won’t talk to us. Whatever she’s going through, she plans on riding out alone,” Bebe cut in. 

“She’s not corrupting though, right?” Kyle asked. 

“No. I’ve been checking on her,” Marjorine responded thoughtfully. 

“Babe!” Marjorine greeted with excitement. 

Bebe’s smile grew slightly. “What’s up, beautiful?” 

“I have a surprise for you!” 

“Oh? What kind of surprise?” 

There was a quiet laugh on the other end. “Shut up. Bring Wendy to the park. Like, right now.” 

“I have to get Wendy?” she complained. 

“Don’t be mean!” 

Bebe laughed quietly. “Okay. I’ll call her. Give us a few, okay?” 

“Okay.” There was a small pause. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, honey. I’ll see you soon.” 

“See you soon,” she responded warmly before hanging up.

 Bebe smiled to herself as she hit the call button on Wendy’s contact. She genuinely wanted to know how she got so lucky. It felt illegal to be this happy. Even when things weren’t great, she couldn’t help but feel so incredibly happy. She enjoyed everything life had to offer her at the moment and she refused to take it for granted. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi, cutie. Marjie’s got a surprise for us.” 

“What kinda surprise?” 

“Idunno. She just said for us to meet her at the park.” 

“You weren’t with her?” 

“Nah, she said that she made a new friend and she didn’t want me to scare her away.” 

Wendy barked out a laugh. “Damn. That’s cruel.” 

“Honestly, though… Kinda fair,” Bebe responded with a giggle. 

“As long as you know you’re a handful,” Wendy teased. 

“I do. Now get your ass over here.” 

“On my way,” she drawled. 

Wendy met Bebe outside of her house and they walked to the park together, quietly speculating what Marjorine had in store for them. Bebe’s heart skipped a beat when she saw her beautiful blonde slowly singing on the swing by herself. She made a face when she realized she was definitely speaking. But no one was there. What the hell? “Hi babe!” 

Marjorine’s head snapped towards her and her eyes lit up. “COME HERE!” 

Bebe didn’t slow her pace as she continued over. She took a seat on Marjorine’s lap, kissing her temple. Wendy dragged her feet, slowly catching up. “So what’d you have to show us?” 

“Something really funny,” she breathed out. 

“Yeah? What?” 

Bebe’s blood ran cold when she felt a hand very clearly wrap around her forearm. Marjorine’s hands were both gently wrapped around her. One second, she was petrified as a phantom gripped her. The next, a girl with light brown hair and brown eyes was in full view on the swing next to them,attached to her arm. “Boo,” she greeted casually. 

Bebe let out an actual scream as she jumped off of Marjorine. The two girls laughed themselves to tears at Bebe’s expense. “BABE, YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!” 

Marjorine waved a hand, trying to calm herself down. “There was only one opportunity to do it!” she wheezed out. “You got here first!” 

Bebe flipped Wendy off when she realized she was also laughing. “Oh my god!” she yelled, her own laughs bubbling out. She took a deep breath. “Fuck, that’s a pretty good trick.” 

The girl shot her a small smile as her giggles subsided. “Sorry. Marjorine told me 

Lineit would make her day.” 

“Don’t throw me under the bus!” But of course, it had no bite to it. 

Wendy practically teleported next to Bebe, causing her to flinch and swat at her. “You’re even worse! I’m putting a bell on you!” 

“Go for it,” Wendy responded with a snicker. 

Wendy stuck out a hand towards the new girl. “Wendy, nice to meet you.” 

“Heidi,” she said with a smile. 

[chattahoochiecoochie]

Wild as Her

Summary: His girlfriend might be crazy, but he’ll be damned if he can’t keep up with her. All through Mick’s perspective.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Penetrative Sex, Pure Filth, Semi Public Sex

Authors Notes: Male POVs are always fun. Even more so when they’re dirty. Y’all know how this goes. I get lost in the moment and this is what we get. If you want more, find it here. 

“What I really think?” Mick let his eyes shift from the road to Georgia, a smirk playing on his lips. “Is that I don’t know how to keep up with you. That bull riding is scary, but not nearly as scary as bareback, seriously, your uncle Clay is a maniac. I am thinking right now that you are wild. Absolutely wild. What I think right now is that you are the craziest girl I’ve ever met.”

With his attention turned to the highway entrance and the oncoming traffic, Mick didn’t notice that she tensed in the passenger seat. His eyes firmly set as he waited for a gap in the headlights, he completely missed the way she swung her knees towards her door, and tucked her chin towards her chest.

Shifting gear, he turned the square body truck out onto the road, still blissfully unaware of the problem he’d created. Only once he had safely positioned them in traffic did he turn his gaze back to her.

“What’d I say?” He looked quickly back at the road before turning his attention to her almost entirely. It wasn’t hard, he could shift gear with his eyes closed, and drive in his sleep. But she was making him nervous which made everything feel complicated. “Come on baby, what’d I say? What’s wrong?”

She said nothing, letting her quivering lip say what she wasn’t ready to. As dramatic as it might have seemed to someone else, Mick took it earnestly, ready to accept whatever wrong he’d done.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that, don’t you?”

“What you said is that I’m too much for you. That you think I’m crazy.” Georgia pouted, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

Mick tried not to sigh too loudly as he fought for a response. He had said that. If not with those words exactly. And he’d even meant them. Just not the way she’d heard them. Giving her silence to usher in some kind of calm, Mick let the truck push further down the highway until a cutoff finally appeared after a mile or two.

Using the time wisely he tried to think of the right thing to say. He wasn’t keen to take back what he said. He’d rather just make her understand what he meant. As gently as he could, Mick turned the truck off the highway, bouncing in his seat as they hit rocky dirt.

Safely behind a bit of brush, out of sight of the passing headlights, and surrounded by the deep night sky, he turned on the cab light and unbuckled his seatbelt. With the truck in park, he looked to Georgia, trying not to smile as she tried to force herself to frown.

“You are too much for me. And you are crazy. And wild. And I don’t know what I would do without you. You are crazy and wild and impossible to keep up with, and I love you. There isn’t anything in this world that I would rather do than chase after you.”

Mick fought the urge to smile, knowing full well that if he let it show too early, she might take him to be insincere. Instead he held his expression and watched closely as hers began to change.

“Being with you, makes me crazy. And I’m better everyday for it. I love you so much, just the way you are. You know that, don’t you?”

Finally, a smile appeared, and despite how hard she fought to replace it with an over emphasized frown, he caught the change on her face. Reaching across the cab he pinched her waist, eliciting a sharp shriek, followed by giggling.

“There's my girl.” Mick grinned at her, leaning over properly to tickle her again. Laughing loudly, she put out her hands to stop him, hitting him weakly on the arms.

Shifting further across the middle seat he cornered her. The assault on her waist slowed until he was gripping her tightly, pressing her frame into the corner made by the seat-back and door.

Her eyes were wide, the pupil blown momentarily as she stared up at him. Any doubt he might have had then dissipated almost instantly. The look on her face was far too familiar to be denied. It was behind her eyes, not present in them entirely. It was in the smirk on her lips, the pink in her cheeks. She wanted him to walk the line with her. She wanted him to follow her over it.

“You gonna prove it, cowboy?”

“What’s that, Georgie?” He was inches from her face, the air between them growing humid as their breath grew ragged with tension. He found himself struggling to keep the distance, his head threatening to dip, his body begging to sink against hers.

“That you like crazy.”

Snap. His body buckled, crushing her against the truck's interior as he kissed her. A heavy hand held her jaw. He was vaguely aware that the pressure he was applying to her might hurt, but if the hurt bothered her, he didn’t know. He kept it steady. Pressing his fingers into her skin, Mick held her down as he kissed her harder, biting and nipping at her mouth, fighting off a moan all the while.

She was so warm beneath him, bucking her hips up, grinning against him as her belt buckle gave his fingers pause. Taking his hand off of her jaw he devoted both hands to the task at her hips. His breath was jagged, his lungs failing as he kissed her jaw, sucking at a bit of skin below her ear. He liked crazy well enough but if he didn’t get to the center of it soon enough, he was going to fall off its edge.

Master of testing his patience, Georgia moved beneath him, giggling as she reached up to help him with his own belt, tugging it off with a satisfied smirk. She shifted against the door, pushing him off. Mick fell backwards into the middle of the cab, pausing slightly. He watched as she kicked off her boots and then followed suit, using the space between them to get out of his blue jeans.

Both stripped down beneath the waist, Mick closed the space between them again, grinning widely as she stuck a leg up between his, using her foot to knock the cab light off. Blinded by the sudden change in light, he fumbled around in the dark, fingers prodding around as he felt for her slit.

By the time he adjusted to the dark, he’d already found his way inside. She was warm on his hand, dripping around him, threatening to stain the fabric seats beneath them. He would be so lucky.

He curled his middle finger inside her, driving down to the knuckle, offering a lazy smile as her body recoiled, winding itself tightly around the sensation. There were a thousand things he could say that he wanted to say to her. Sparks twinged behind his eyes as he watched her writhe beneath him. None of them more important than listening to her, none so important that they were worth interrupting the sounds she was making for him.

She whimpered, her nose scrunched up as the nerves wound even tighter, taking her higher with every stroke of his hand. Licking the thumb of his free hand he reached down, toying with the bud of her clit as her orgasm neared.

“Oh—oh god—”

Mick pulled his hand free, freshly wet with proof of his success. He felt tense as he brought his fingers to her mouth, nervous as he watched them pass over her lips. And then disgustingly proud of himself as she sucked them clean. Which of them felt crazier in that immediate moment would be anyone's guess.

He couldn’t wait any longer, no matter how filthy the sight of her sucking on his fingers might have been. He wrenched his hand free, wrapping it around his cock as he got even closer to her.

“Ready?” It was a formality, the question bubbling up despite circumstances. Georgia twitched beneath him, bucking her hips in reply.

“Please.”

It was instantaneous. The word left her mouth and he was inside of her all at the same time. It was impossibly tight. There were stars in his eyes for the first moments as he adjusted to the constraint. He drove deeper, wetting the shaft of his cock fully before pulling away. He bottomed out then, the sound of their skin meeting filling the cab as he found pace.

It was divine, the act of silence he was committing. In it, he could hear her completely. The way she was crying and screaming and whimpering as he fucked her against the door. He could hear her begging, with perfect clarity, to bring her another orgasm. Deeper. Harder. Please. More.

One hand on her waist and the other holding her head gently, he did as she asked, driving deeper still, slamming his hips into hers with each stroke, his breath hitching as it went on. He could do this forever if his body would let him. But it wouldn’t.

It started in his eyes, the space in front of him turning dangerously dark before being filled with sparks. Blood rushed through him, a deep contraction stirring in his abdomen, a warning for what was on its way.

“Georgia—” His breath caught on her name and he fell hard. Against her chest, into her cunt, and well across the line. “Fuck.”

He was still spilling inside of her when his vision cleared. Beneath him, Georgia was biting her lip, letting out a satisfied groan as he filled her.

Knowing sooner rather than later was going to be better, he slipped out of her, trying to smile as she gasped, evidently unprepared for his exit. She recovered quickly from the shock, shaking slightly before sliding a hand down between her legs.

To Mick’s tired delight, she ran a finger down the very center of herself. Eyes shut tight she brought the hand back up, sucking what was left of him off her fingertip. The sound he had been holding in finally let out.

“Jesus.” He laughed, letting his head rest on the seat as he looked at her, as deep in love as he ever might be, no matter how dirty it made him feel then. “You are insane.”

Song Inspo: Wild as Her / Corey Kent

[sacredsorceress]

Lollipop || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: your brother and his best friend find themselves in a fight after a few boys don’t know when to shut their mouth.

a/n: reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: fighting, mentions of blood, someone makes a suggestive comment about reader

masterlist || request || taglist

1935

“What do you think you’re doin��, punk?” He asked, plucking the lollipop from your hand. “I thought Steve told you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Kneeling beside you behind the dumpster, Bucky pulled the wrapping off of the top of the lollipop, slipping it into his mouth. Swatting your brother’s best friend, you scolded him in a hushed voice.

“Hey! Big mouth!” You whispered. “Can you stop talkin’ so loud? Someone’s gonna find us if you don’t shut up. Thanks for stealing my lollipop by the way.”

“Yeah?” Bucky said, raising his eyebrows, pulling the candy out of his mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. “Consider it payment for keepin’ my mouth shut. The hell you doing back here anyway?”

You were asking yourself the same question.

You and your brother Steve always walked home together at the end of the school day when he met you at your locker after the final bell rung. However earlier that day, your brother had come up to you, his eyes unable to meet yours, telling you to wait for him out front after school was over for the day because he ‘had something he had to do’ afterwards. Not even giving you a chance to ask him why, your brother had stormed off to his next class.

Not one to mind your own business when it came to Steve, as soon as the dismissal bell rung, you disobeyed his orders, making your way to the back of the school, hiding behind the dumpster you and Bucky were situated at now.

“You mean he didn’t tell you?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What?” He asked. “I haven’t seen him since lunch. Why? What’d he say?”

Shaking your head, you glanced at the door of the building as it opened. “Nothing. He was acting really weird-”

Cutting yourself short, you stopped speaking as you saw two boys you recognized, coming out the back door of the school, laughing with one another. Shutting yourself up, you tugged on the sleeve of Bucky’s t-shirt when you saw none other than your brother Steve emerge from the door seconds later.

“Hey!” Steve called to the two boys.

“What the hell is he doing?” Bucky whispered to you.

Pulling his shirt tighter, your eyes growing wide, you both continued to watch the scene unfold in front of you.

“Listen, Rogers, if you know what’s good for you you’ll go back inside.” The boy you recognized as Matthew said, turning around.

“Take back what you said.” Your brother said, his hands balling into fists at his side. When he received no answer from either of the boys, he raised his voice. “I said take back what you said in the bathroom!”

The two boys glancing at each other, one of them raised his voice.

“Yeah? Or what?”

Rather than replying, you watched as your brother raised his fists to his eye line, but before anything could come from it, one of the boys strode over to Steve, swinging a punch to his face before he could even block it, the other kicking him to the ground.

“Shit!” Bucky swore, shrugging your hand off of his shirt and rising to his feet. “Stay here.”

“But Buck-” You began.

Taking the lollipop out of his mouth, he shoved it into your hands, pointing his finger at you. “I said- stay here.”

You watched with wide eyes as your brother’s best friend, made his way around the dumpster, over to the fight happening before your eyes.

“Hey!” Bucky called, the boys’ heads turning at the sound of his voice. “Pick on someone your own size.”

Grabbing the collar of one of the boy’s shirts, Bucky shoved him against the wall, throwing a punch to his face.

“What the hell did these guys do to piss you off so bad, Steve?” Bucky asked, holding Matthew against the wall.

Answering for him, the boy smiled, showing off his bloody teeth. “All I said was that it’s a good thing y’all are so poor. If the Rogers could buy better clothes we wouldn’t get to see Y/n’s panties through her skirt every time she-“

“Keep her name outta your God damn mouth!” Steve shouted before he took another blow to his face.

Beginning to feel his blood boil at the sight of the boy in front of him, Bucky’s jaw clenched as he grabbed Matthew by the collar with both hands and threw him onto the ground.

“C’mon Barnes,” The boy laughed. “You’ve seen her. You’re tellin’ me you spend all your time with that charity case friend of yours without wanting anythin-”

Practically seeing red, Bucky climbed on top of him, and began throwing a series of punches against the boy’s face. 

Although you were Steve’s sister, Bucky had known you well enough that he wasn’t going to back away from a fight where your name was being dragged through the mud. He had known you practically his whole life- you and Steve were a packaged deal, having been adopted by the Rogers as an infant and raised as Steve’s sister. Although he teased the hell out of you, he had always had a soft spot for his best friend’s sister and he wasn’t about to let some asshole talk that way about you without getting his face beat in.

Despite Bucky’s orders, you couldn’t sit by and watch your brother get beat up by the boy on top of him while Bucky took out the other. Slipping the lollipop that was in your hands into your own mouth, you grabbed the piece of plywood that was laying against the dumpster beside you and stood up. Making your way around the dumpster over to where the fight was going on, you came up behind the unnamed boy that was on top of your brother. Lifting the piece of wood in your hands, you swung it across the back of the his head.

A loud yelp erupting from the boy’s mouth as he fell to the ground, off of Steve grabbed Bucky’s attention.

“What the-” Bucky exclaimed looking up to see you standing above your brother and the other boy. “I thought I told you to stay-”

Before he could finish his sentence however, distracted by you, the boy below him took advantage of the situation to swing a punch right into Bucky’s eye.

“Shit!” He shouted in pain, but before Matthew could throw another one, Bucky threw one last punch across his nose, the boy immediately screaming in pain.

“My nose!” He shouted, hands shooting to his bloodied face. “I think you broke my fucking nose!”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked, pulling on the boy’s collar and bringing his face inches from his. “If you even think about the Rogers girl again, I’ll kick your fucking teeth in, alright?”

Nodding wildly, he scrambled to his feet, running back towards the door of the building, the boy you had hit with the piece of plywood, holding the back of his head close behind him. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, you dropped the piece of wood at your side, closing your eyes until you felt the lollipop slip out of your mouth.

“Wha-” You began, opening your eyes.

When they did, your eyes landed on a bruised up Bucky slipping the lollipop into his own mouth once again.

“You owe me another one.” You said.

“Yeah right.” Bucky scoffed, pointing at the black eye that was forming on his face. “This shiner’s worth two of these stupid things and I got it because you, missy, don’t know when to stay put.”

Shaking your head, you turned to look at your brother and his bloodied face, resting your hand on his shoulder before turning back to Bucky.

“Steve needed help!” You exclaimed, attempting to defend yourself.

Shrugging your hand off, Steve shook his head. “I didn’t need your help, Y/n.” He said. “I could’ve handled those guys.”

You knew Steve wasn’t one to ask for help- he hated it actually. With his stature and health people were always either giving him help he didn’t ask for out of pity or actively working to make his life even more miserable. You understood that because of all of this he didn’t ask or want your help, but you didn’t help him because you didn’t believe in him, but- for the same reason as Bucky- because you cared. 

Knowing better than to make the situation worse, you sighed in defeat, nodding.

“You’re right.” You said to your older brother. “I’m sorry.”

Watching the scene in front of him, Bucky laid his hands on both of your shoulders.

“Listen, those guys were assholes.” He said glancing at each of you. “They deserved to get their ass kicked by three people. I don’t think we’ll have to worry about them again for a while now.”

-

As Bucky and you sat waiting for your brother on a bench in front of your shared high school for him to grab his wallet, you looked up at Bucky. Although you had to squint your eyes from the sun shining above the buildings, you gazed at your brother’s best friend’s face- the way the lollipop stick hung outside his mouth, the scruff that was already covering his jawline and even the bruise that had begun to form around his eye.

Shaking your head to clear your mind, you cleared your throat.

“Buck?” You asked.

“Yeah?” He replied, staring ahead, hand still on the stick of the lollipop in his mouth.

“What...” You began, fiddling with your fingers. “What was that fight all about anyway?”

Furrowing his eyebrows, and slipping the lollipop out his mouth he turned to you.

“You didn’t hear any of that?”

“No.”

Staring straight ahead, placing the candy back on his tongue he thought about the fight that had just unfolded and the sick things the kid who’s face he beat in said to cause it. He knew nothing good would come from you knowing and he knew even more that no matter how much he tried he wouldn’t even be able to say the words to your face.

“Same old stuff.” He shrugged, not meeting your eyes. “Ya know, about Steve’s height and shit.”

Shaking your head, you scoffed.

“What assholes.”

“Yeah.”

Before anymore could be said, the sound of the front door of the school swinging open drew you and Bucky’s attention, Steve emerging from inside the building.

“Anyone steal anything?” Bucky asked, pushing himself off of the bench.

Chuckling, Steve opened his wallet to reveal... nothing.

“Not if there’s nothing to steal.” Your brother laughed.

Making your short trip back to your respective apartments, you followed behind with Bucky and Steve, laughing along with their jokes along the way despite their bruised and battered faces and the events that had transpired not even a half an hour before.

When Bucky made it back to his building, the stick of the lollipop still in his mouth, he waved back to the two of you. Watching as you and your brother made your way back home until you both had left his line of sight, Bucky couldn’t help but think about how one day the Rogers siblings would stop getting themselves into fights, but until that day came he swore he would do whatever it took to protect his best friend and his ‘punk’ little sister who- despite his best efforts- he had always saved a special place in his heart for.

[mattsboldyy]

what are we | mat barzal

summary: y/n is caught up in her confusing relationship with mat. what is she supposed to do?

warnings: angst, fem! reader, cussing

words: 1.1k

authors note: this is my first fic that i’ve written in a while!! i hope you all enjoy <3

tagging some people <3 : @sebbyaho @nightmareonspookystreet @sydnikov @cherrybarzy @prettyboyjackhughes @2manytabsopen @kentjohnsons @joelsfarabees @calgarycanuck

the relationship between you & mat was.. weird? no.. difficult. i mean he could act like he was going to spend the rest of his life with you then his teammates post a group picture and he’s all over another girl. you knew what you were getting into with mat when you first met him. or thats what you told yourself. you would get upset over seeing him with another girl so then again, you weren’t sure you did understand. you moved to new york about a year and a half ago and you met mat 3 months after you moved in. oh and you met mat at a party. it was after him and the rest of the islanders won a big game.

you didn’t know what you and mat were. you didn’t know what to say when someone asked you if you were dating anyone.

“y/n? you okay?” your best friend, riley, asked you while waving her hand in front of your face. “yeah. sorry.” you said while straightening your posture back into the seat of the restaurant. “what’s been going on?” riley asked, “and don’t say it’s nothing either.” you sighed, “mat.” you mumbled. “what about him? y/n/n, you know you shouldn’t have gotten that attached to him. he’s a cocky hockey player. what did you really expect?” riley said. you shrugged, “i don’t know.. i guess i thought i was good enough for him to actually be able to date him.”

“dear jesus y/n. i know its hard but you’re literally one of the sweetest girl i know and if that bitch boy of a hockey player can’t see that then damn it, it’s his loss!” “i’m going to text him.” you said, picking up your phone. a few minutes past before you hit the send button.

“and send.” you sighed. “what’d you say?” riley questioned while picking up her drink and taking a sip. “hey, it’s y/n. we haven’t talked in a while. i was wondering if you would like to meet sometime this week. just let me know when are where. see you soon.” you read from the illuminated phone screen. “that sounds good. just let me know what he says back. anyway, i got to get going.” riley said while grabbing her bag and getting up as you do the same. “bye girlie! love you!” riley gushed as she hugged you. “love you too!”

a few hours later after dinner, you were back at home and you were constantly checking your phone. you were anxiously waiting for the star nhl player to respond to your text. you were about to just forget about everything when you heard a text come through to your phone. you eagerly picked up your phone to see it was from mat. it read ‘hey. for sure, i’m free tomorrow night if that works for you?’

you’re heart rate began to pick up for some reason. ‘yeah. that works. see you then.’ you typed out. you put your phone back on your desk and put your head in your hands. what were you gonna wear? should you wear a more casual outfit or a fancy one? “y/n. just stop.” you mumbled to yourself as you picked you and your phone up from the desk. you called riley and told her everything. now to just wait.

-

“good luck babe!” riley said through facetime. “yeah thanks..” you mumbled while checking your outfit in the mirror. you were wearing some light blue mom jeans with a black shirt, barely cropped and white nikes. “okay ry, gotta go. love you.” you pressed the red button to hang up. you took one last look in the mirror before grabbing your purse, and walking out the front door to your car. you started your drive to the restaurant. you wondered why mat was so quick to say he would go. without asking any questions. i dont know, maybe you were just overthinking it.

while trying to find a place to park, you saw mat’s car. the nerves got a little worse. you found a place to park, got out of your car, and walked into the restaurant. “are you with mat?” one of the restaurant employees asked you. “yep!” you said, looking around the restaurant. “okay follow me please.”

you started to follow the waitress to the table. you rounded the corner and saw mat, sitting there, on his phone. you’re palms started getting sweaty. ‘calm down. calm down.’ you thought to yourself as you got to the table. he looked up and put his phone down, giving you a little smile. you sat down, ordered a drink and looked across the table. “hey y/n.” mat said. “hey.” you said, slightly smiling while looking at the wall awkwardly. ‘y/n, fucking talk to him.’ you thought as you sat back up in your seat. “so anyway, i wanted to talk.” you said while looking straight at mat, making full eye contact. “okay. is everything okay?” he hesitated. “yeah. but uhm,” a few seconds went by before you started talking again. “what are we?” mat scoffed. “us?” “yeah. us.” you stated, getting a little irritated by the way he was acting. “y/n there is no us. we hooked up a few times, went on a few dates, but thats it.” mat shrugged. you felt tears build up in your eyes but decided to ignore them. “mat what the hell? you literally told me you loved me? does saying i love you to someone mean nothing to you?” mat rolled his eyes. “when did i ever say i loved-“ you cut him off “march 3” you said with your arms crossed. mat continued on about how you and him, were nothing. you felt like another girl that failed to date a nhl player. not that you were just going for nhl players it was just.. you really did like mat for mat.

you stood up, digging in your purse for $20 to leave at the table not wanted to stay here any longer.

“where are you going?” mat asked. “i’m leaving. we hooked up a few times, went on a few dates but that doesnt mean anything.. remember? why should i stay with an ass like you anyway.” you said while slamming the money on the table and almost running out of the restaurant.

when you got to your car, you broke down in tears, immediately driving to riley’s apartment while needed some best friend advice. you knew mat. but apparently not anymore.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach) Chapter 3 (Short Story)

"Fight me!"

"No!

"Please!"

"No!"

"Just one battle, I won't even use my zanpakuto."

His vein popped.

"ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME!! I SAID NO SO QUIT IT!!" Everyone on that street certainly heard that yell, and you sulked to the side.

"I didn't realize humans were so mean."

A few passers by sent Ichigo dirty looks, and he could feel his annoyance rising.

"Let's go!" He grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the public eye, and you followed with a snicker. Maybe if you pissed him off enough he'd give in. After a few minutes of walking, your eyes drift to your linked hands. His hold had lessened considerably. In some strange way, it felt kind of nice.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To get a snack." you smile at that, tighten your hold on his hand. Ichigo's cheeks flushed at the action and you move closer, walking in step with him. "What kind of snack?" He stopped at one of the buildings, and you were too busy admiring it all to ask anymore questions. He bought something, walking out. Once you were outside he released your hand, opening the small packet he purchased.

"They're called gummy bears, try one." He passed the snack to you, and you stared at the packet, placing your hand inside as you popped one into your mouth. Your eyes light up as you continue to chow down the gummy bears. "This is delicious!!" Ichigo smiles. He'd found your weakness apparently.

"You know this world has a lot more to offer than people for you to fight." You're a bit distracted by the fruit snack, so he figures you didn't hear that last comment. "Why do you like fighting so much anyway?" That you seem to register. You stop eating, looking over at him. Ichigo is a bit taken by the look in your eyes. He was so used to your excitement. That vulnerability you display is foreign.

"I just do, you got a problem with that." He can feel the hostility.

"Hey, no need to get worked up, I was just curious."

You don't speak, dropping the remainder of your snack on the floor. You look away from him. "Call me when hollows start to show up." you jump onto a building nearby and Ichigo yells. "Hey where the hell are you going!!" you don't offer a reply, just vanish. He sighs scratching his head.

"Damn it."

~~~~

"Where's (Y/N)." Ichigo shakes his head. "No idea, she just took off. " Renji's brows furrowed.

"What'd you say to her you idiot."

"Who are you calling an idiot, idiot!!" They both glared, and Ichigo huffs, folding his arms. "All I did was ask her why she likes to fight so much. Then she got weird and took off." He was glad you were no longer chasing him for a battle, but something about that look in your eyes just felt so...lonely.

"You dumbass, you really don't know a thing about girls huh."

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm not psychic, she just took off!!" Talking to Renji was just making him more annoyed. Renji smacked him over the head. "Find her and apologize." He sprung up, kicking Renji in the face. "What the hell, I didn't do anything!!" A fist came hurtling in his direction, and the minute it connected his body hit the floor of Kisuke's shop.

"It doesn't matter, just apologize!" Renji screamed after his vicious punch.

"That doesn't make any sense!!"

~~~~

With a deep sigh, you stare at the night sky.

"I shouldn't have run off."

It was a childish move. He did nothing wrong, just asked a question. One you couldn't truly answer. Growing up in the Rukongai, it was a kill or be killed situation. Everyday was a battle. For food and survival. You couldn't count how many times you'd almost been devoured by a hollow, or attacked by another soul who was desperate for food or shelter. Survival of the fittest they say. As a child, you had no choice. You had to fight. You needed to survive. Your clench your fists, and the sword on your back shifts in it's hold.

"I need to be strong."

"You don't always have to be strong. " you flinch at the voice. Turning, you stare at the reaper. Ichigo is in his black robes, and he sends you a grin. "Gotcha." your eyes widened. Those were the exact words you'd said to him when you met.

"I figure you'd be on some building scoping out the city. " You are perched on a tower, looking down at the many lights.

"I'm sorry." you mutter. You're a bit embarrassed. You usually never get worked up for such silly things.

"Don't worry about it. " Ichigo takes a seat next to you. "I get it, you don't have to explain anything to me. Next time don't go running off. I was worried. "

"You were worried..about me?" He nods. "Course I was, we're friends now. It's normal."

"Friends." you look over at him, and his gaze shifts to you. There's that look again. He's not sure why, but he feels like he has to protect you, so you never have to look so sad ever again. He knows in the soul society it's more about loyalty and subordination, so a lot of the concepts that applied in his world don't truly exist in yours. He's unable to fight the urge, he reaches out, and your eyes shake the minute his hand touches your cheek. It's so soft and warm.

"I'll show you everything I can. Don't force yourself to be strong alone, I'll help you. You can lean on others for your strength, you can lean on me. " You don't have any words. None. When he'd told you there was more to life than fighting, you wanted to laugh in his face. But now, you can see that. There is apparently a whole lot more that you never even considered. It takes you a few moments to realize he's gotten closer to you. It's only when his eyelids lower, and he leans in that you blush and panic. You shoved him back, and Ichigo faceplants.

"W-WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING!!

"N-nothing!!"

"Liar! Y-You were trying to kiss me!"

"NO!! T-THERE WAS A BUG IN YOUR HAIR, I WAS GETTING IT OUT! "

"THE HELL YOU WERE!!" With a smack to his face, you flash step, cheeks still blazing. Your heart was hammering as you made a stealthy escape.

"W-What the hell was that?"

A part of you felt..disappointed that he didn't actually get a chance to kiss you. You clench your eyes close, moving quicker. You needed to get this mission done and get far away from him.

[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter five rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

“Why are you in such a mood?” Ned asked his best friend as they walked to their college campus. Peter had been grumpy all morning and Ned was quick to notice. He usually showed up at Ned’s door exhausted but eager to share the adventures from the night before, but he seemed defeated today.

“I got my ass beat last night.” Peter grumbled as he shouldered his backpack.

“By who?” Ned wondered.

“I don’t even know.” Peter sighed. “I think it was some kind of alien.”

“What’d it look like?” Ned asked. It wasn’t uncommon for Ned to ask a million questions after being told something Spider-Man related. After all, he was the guy in the chair.

“Like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” Peter said swallowed and tried to push the previous night from his mind. He’d rather focus on this morning, and the moment he had shared with you. Peter felt such a strong connection to you, and he would’ve stayed on that rooftop all day if he could.

“Describe it to me.” Ned pleaded, tearing Peter from his thoughts.

“I don’t know. It was like eight feet tall, black, and bald. And it was super veiny.” Peter grimaced while Ned’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God. You fought Shaquille O’Neal?” Ned gasped.

“Keep your voice down. I did not fight Shaquille O’Neal.” Peter whispered harshly. Ned always seemed one step away from blowing Peters cover. Peter gave bashful smiles to the passing students who gave him weird looks upon hearing Ned’s words.

“Terry Crews?” Ned continued. Peter rolled his eyes at his best friend and starting walking to class.

“No. This is serious.” Peter said, his voice heavy with annoyance.

“I know it’s serious. You got beat up by The Rock.” Ned remarked. Peter fidgeted with the strings on his backpack, still bothered knowing he was beaten so easily by Venom.

“The Rock is Samoan, not black.” Peter corrected.

“I know. But I heard “bald” and I just automatically envisioned The Rock.” Ned defended.

“There’s another thing. It had this huge, gaping mouth with rows and rows of teeth. I keep thinking about it.” Peter shivered. “It came so close to me. And its tongue was super long. It was like a cracked out frog.”

“So a ninja turtle? You got beat up by a ninja turtle?” Ned gawked.

“It wasn’t a ninja turtle.” Peter snapped. “ It was black, remember?”

“So an emo ninja turtle.” Ned deadpanned.

“It kept saying “we”. “ Peter remembered.

“What do you mean?”

“There was only one of them, but they only referred to themself as “we” as if there were multiple of them.” Peter explained.

“Do you think there could be more? Like an alien army or something?” Ned asked incredulously. Peter hadn’t even thought about that.

“Maybe. I remember something else, it’s name was Venom.” Peter recalled. He distinctly remembered those words coming out of the creatures mouth.

“Venom?” Ned repeated, clearly finding it cool.

“Yeah. And I told it my name. I used my regular voice too.” Peter realized. He usually disguised his voice when speaking, but he had been so scared that he forgot to. It haunted him knowing the creature now knew who he was and he wondered if it knew both of his identities.

“Wow. This is so cool. Not cool for you, because you might die. But this is super cool for me.” Ned smiled as he envisioned what Venom might look like.

“Thanks, ned. Actually, wait.” Peter stopped in his tracks. “One more thing happened.”

“What?” Ned whispered as they approached their class.

“Venom was about to eat me but then it started talking to itself. It sounded maybe like it was having a conversation with someone? I’m not sure, I could only hear one side of it.” Peter explained. “It put me down, well it threw me down, and let me go. But before it left, it said something about a girl. I don’t really remember. I was too focused on catching my breath.”

“Catching your breath? Were you running?”

“No. It choked me.” Peter told him as he lightly touched his neck.

“Kinky.” Ned smirked as he took a seat next to Peter in their class.

“That’s gross.” Peter stifled a laugh. “Did I tell you about this morning with Y/N?”

“No. Tell me.” Ned said. He wasn’t disappointed in the change of topic. He was glad Peter had moved on on from Liz, finally. Peter recounted the discussion he had with you that morning, barely getting through it without blushing and laughing at certain parts.

“I really like her, Ned. More than I’ve ever liked anyone. She’s so amazing. I barely know her, but I can tell already. I want to know everything about her. I want to hear her full story. And most of all, I want to be a part of that story.” Peter declared but frowned suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Ned asked.

“After our talk, we just kinda sat there staring at each other for a while.” Peter began. “She kinda leaned in, and I did too, but then this seagull flew by and scared us half to death. We laughed about it but the moment was gone.”

“So you almost kissed her?” Ned smiled. “Why is that upsetting you?”

“Because what if that was our chance and I blew it?” Peter feared. “What if that seagull was a sign from above that I was in way over my head? Like God was asking me who I was to think I could just kiss the most perfect girl in the world? She’s so cool, Ned. Way too cool for me. She’s already had a boyfriend and I’ve never even kissed anyone.”

“If it’s meant to happen, it will happen.” Ned assured him.

“Or, the same thing that happened with Liz will happen.” Peter argued. “I won’t tell her how I feel and then she’ll be gone forever.”

“Then don’t let that happen.” Ned reasoned. “Tell Y/N how you feel. Do it tonight, before you go on patrol. And if she doesn’t feel the same, then at least you’ll know. Isn’t it better to know?”

“When did you become such a love expert?” Peter teased as the professor walked into the room.

“Since I started dating Betty. She’s opened my eyes to what love really is.” Ned shrugged. “Tell her tonight. Then tell me how it goes. I’m here for you either way.”

Peter nodded and gave Ned a thankful smile before turning his attention to the professor.

On his walk home from campus, Peter spotted you walking down the sideways. Ned’s words of encouragement rang in his ears and he made a brash decision.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Peter called after you, making you turn around.

“Hey Parker. How was kindergarten?” You teased him.

“Alright alright. Majoring in chemical engineering is hardly kindergarten. And I’m only one year younger than you.” Peter reminded you. “I don’t want you to have a heart attack on me, grandma.”

“Watch it, sonny.” You kept with the joke. “I’ll hit you with my purse and then say something mildly racist.”

“Just like my grandma.” Peter laughed in amusement. “We’re gross. And not funny.”

“We really are.” You scrunched your nose. “Couple of gross ass orphans.”

Peter laughed again, feeling comfortable enough with you to joke about a tragic situation.

“Look, Y/N, I really enjoyed our talk this morning. I really enjoyed all our talks so far actually. I guess I just like talking to you. ” Peter began. He looked nervous all the sudden, like he lost his stamina. You raised your eyebrows hopefully, as there were only so many ways this conversation could go.

“I like talking to you too, Peter.” You said honestly, hoping he’d continue. Hoping he’d ask that question. Your answer seemed to give Peter the confidence he needed to go on.

“Really? Um, that’s great cause I really like talking to you too. I already said that. Oh god. I’m crashing. I-“ he began to flail and you calmed him down by taking a few steps closer. You were almost touching at that point. He stopped talking immediately and looked at you with wide eyes.

“Is there someone you wanted to ask me, Peter?” You asked slowly as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

Damn. He was tall too.

“Yes, actually. I, um, will you…would you maybe want to-“

“Hiya kids!” A gravely voice came from the front stairs of your apartment, completely cutting Peter off. Peter looked up and angrily rolled his eyes.

“Don’t look now. It’s Henry.” Peter grumbled. Henry was the creepy neighbor with the foot fetish.

“Oh Dear God.” Peter said in a low voice.

“What?” You panicked when you saw Peters expression change.

“You’re wearing flip flops.” He pointed at your black painted toes and you felt the color drain from your face.

“Run!” He whispered harshly. You bolted into your apartment and Peter ran into his. Once inside, Peter blew out an angry breath. He had been interrupted twice in one day when trying to talk to you, and he worried that it was a sign.

Back at the apartment, you sat on your bed with headphones in. You were prepping for your interview with Cletus Kasady by writing down some questions you wanted to ask him. It was hard figuring out what to ask a serial killer. You looked at your notepad and sighed. All you had written down was “but why tho?” in sloppy handwriting. You tore out the page, crumbled it up, and threw it at the trash can. When you went to write something else down, you noticed the paper ball still stuck to your hand. You shook your hand but it still wouldn’t come off.

“What the hell?” You grumbled as you shook your hand.

“Oh. This might be our fault.” Venom said suddenly.

“What might be your fault?” You asked as you continued to shake the paper off your hand, but to no avail.

“We sort of went inside Spider-Man when we were talking to him yesterday.” Venom said timidly and the paper ball dropped from your hand.

“What?” You demanded and Venom went silent.

“Come out here.” You said, like an owner to a dog.

“We’d rather stay inside.” Venom said softly.

“Get out here now. You need to explain yourself young lady.” You said sternly. Venom slowly manifested and looked at you with sad eyes.

“I’m 600 million years old, by the way.” Venom added. “You can’t call me young lady.”

“What do you mean you went inside Spider-Man?” You ignored her comment.

“When we were choking him we put one of our tendrils inside him and swirled around.” Venom explained. “He didn’t even feel it. We did though. He’s very squishy on the inside.”

“You…what?” You didn’t even know where to start. “How does that explain the paper sticking to me?”

“We think we absorbed his powers.” Venom said. “We used to watch videos of him on YouTube after you went to bed. He can stick to walls and stuff. We think that’s why the paper ball stuck to you.”

“Since when can we absorb powers?” You wondered as you looked at your hands.

“We never had a host before. We don’t really know how it works.” Venom reminded you. “But back on Klyntar, our home planet, the Grandmaster used to tell us we could absorb the powers of superhuman beings. Judging by your newfound stickiness, we think it worked.”

“What else can Spider-Man do?” You asked. “Since you’re such a big fan.”

“He can shoot webs out of his wrists. And he can return lost dogs.” Venom answered, sounding a little annoyed.

“Do you have something against Spider-Man?” You chuckled a little at her tone.

“We hate what he did last night. He thought we were the bad guy, and he let the real bad guy get away. He judged us before he had the full story. We’re not a bad guy.” Venom defended. You were surprised to hear how passionate she was about this and gave her a soft smile.

“Let’s not worry about Spider-Man right now. I want to test out our new abilities. Let’s rock and roll, baby.” You cheered, complete with rock and roll hands. The second you touched your middle finger and ring finger to your palm, a black, web-like tendril shot out from your wrist and stuck to the ceiling. You stared at the web with a gaping mouth, weakly shaking your wrist to see if it would stay attached.

It did.

“Maybe that’s one of our new abilities.” Venom said. You looked back and forth between her and the gooey web coming out of your wrist.

“Oh my God! What’s happening?” You screamed. You took your fingers off your palm and the web retracted back into your wrist. Looking at your wrist incredulously, you made the rock and roll hand again and the same web shot out from your wrist. This time, it grabbed the ceiling fan.

“V-Venom?” You asked. You didn’t know what to say.

“Try to aim it at something.” She suggested. You aimed your wrist and the lamp across the room and touched your fingers to your palm. The black web shot across the room and grabbed onto the lamp. You quickly yanked your arm back to pull the lamp towards yourself. The lamp flew across the room, smashed you in the face, and left you with a bloody nose.

“Ow.” You cried, gingerly touching your nose.

“We see this as a absolutely win.” Venom cheered. You shot her a look and went to get cleaned up.

After about a week of practice, and very little work on your questions for Cletus, you had a better handle on your webbing ability. Of course, the week also consisted of long talks with Peter on the roof, late patrols of New York, the occasional run in with a criminal, late night FaceTime calls with Peter, and beating the shit out of Spider-Man, twice. Venom eventually grew bored of using the new powers around the house, so it was time for the final test.

You stood at the rooftop ledge and looked down, talking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“It’s a long way down.” You commented.

“Yep.” Venom replied in your head.

“We could die.” You added.

“Yep.”

“Ready?”

“We’re ready.” Venom grinned as you transformed. You stepped off the ledge and fell freely for a while, screaming the whole way down.

“Stop being a little bitch! Shoot a web!” Venom yelled. You aimed a web at a building and began to swing. You were too close to the ground and ended up knocking over a bunch of tables at an outdoor restaurant. People ran away in fear while others took out their cameras and recorded.

“We’re not here to hurt you! Peace and love!” Venom shouted as you continued to swing through the steers of New York. People began to cheer upon hearing your words.

“Do you hear that, Y/N? People are cheering. They love us.” Venom said happily.

“I love us too.” You replied. You were even happier than she was. You knew how much it hurt Venom to be seen as a monster, it was why she hated being called a parasite. You also knew it was why she hated Spider-Man. He was praised for stopping bad guys while Venom was seen as one of the bad guys he needed to stop.

“Hey, what is that thing?” A man called from the street. Venom stopped swinging and landed on the street. You proudly turned to the crowd of people, a massive grin on your face. There it was, our favorite question.

“We…are Venom.” Venom growled. People took pictures and videos of you from a distance.

“You can come closer. We won’t hurt you.” Venom assured the crowd.

“Are you like the anti Spider-Man?” Someone asked.

“Spider-Man is a joke. He can’t protect this city like we can. We are no Spider-Man. We are Venom.” Venom roared. A few people took a step back and you began to feel uneasy.

“Hey, King Kong. I want a word with you.” A sassy voice quipped from the crowd. A man in yellow sunglasses and a suit stepped forward, and you bet your ass you recognized him.

“My name is Tony Stark. Heard of me? Of course you have. Would you mind coming back to my tower with me?” He asked, but it felt more like a demand. The people in the crowd slowly dispersed and soon, you stood there alone with Tony.

“Be nice. Say yes.” You told Venom.

“Who is this guy?” She asked out loud.

“I just said my name.” Tony said, slightly annoyed.

“He’s a really famous inventor. I’ll explain later. Just follow him please.” You begged. Venom gave Tony a once over and followed him to a limo.

“Yea, you’re gonna ride up top big guy.” Tony said, patting the roof of the car.

“Girl.” Venom growled. Tony looked surprised.

“My apologies ma’am.” He raised surprised eyebrows. You rode on top of his car all the way to his tower, wondering what he could possibly want with you.

The inside of his tower was huge. Tony lead you to a lab that was bigger than yours and Peters apartments combined.

“I’ve seen videos of you on YouTube. Seems like you and Spider-Man aren’t the best of friends.” Tony remarked as he pulled out an iPad.

“We will crush his bones and snort them like cocaine.” Venom growled. Tony was just as surprised to hear that as you were.

“Now that’s a visual.” Tony smirked. “I’ll have you know, Spider-Man is a friend of mine. He’s not your biggest fan either but from what I’ve seen, you’ve done this city some good since you’ve been here. How long has that been?”

“Two weeks.” Venom answered.

“I thought so. I’d never seen you before then. And since your arrival, petty crime has dropped significantly in Queens. Criminals are too scared of getting eaten to do anything. Don’t get me wrong, I love Spider-Man and I’ll kill you if you tell him that, but no one fears him. He gets the job done, but there’s always another job to do. With you, on the other hand, your mere presence is preventing crime before it even happens.” Tony smiled to himself, like he was just given a new toy. “You’re scary, is what I’m trying to say. But you’re a good guy. It’s rare. I want it to stay that way. I want you on my team.”

“Team?”

“We’re called the Avengers. We had a bit of a falling out but the name still stands.” Tony waved his hand. “We fight bad guys together. Really, really bad guys. I think you could us some good. Plus, you’ll be taken care of for life and we’ll only call you in for serious threats. But I need a few things from you first.”

“Like what?”

“Your story.” He pointed a finger at you. “How does a giant, anthropomorphic alien wind up in New York City?”

“It’s a long story.” Venom answered.

“We can trust this man, Venom.” You told her telepathically. “I’m gonna come out okay?” Venom hesitated and Tony looked impatient to know more.

“Are you sure?” She asked you. Tony looked confused.

“Am I sure?” He pointed to himself.

“Not you.” She said. Tony looked around for who else Venom could be talking to and found no one.

“I’m sure.” You decided. “This guy is one of the good guys. We can trust him. I promise. I’m coming out.”

You slowly transformed back into yourself in front of Tonys wide eyes. Venom stayed in her snake-like form and rested on your neck.

“Hello, Mr. Stark. My name is Y/N L/N.” You shyly introduced yourself. “This is Venom. We want to help.”

Tony’s face shifted from shocked to impressed as he looked you over.

“I gotta say, I did not except someone like you to be inside that scary monster.” Tony chuckled.

“We’re not a monster, Mr. Stark. We want to help people.” You reminded him.

“I can see that.” Tony nodded. “That’s why I’ve been developing you a suit.”

“When did you do that?” You wondered. “We just met.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve been designing it while you talked. I want you to have it incase you and Venom get separated. That way, you’ll be protected until you’re back together.” Tony explained as he showed you his ipad. Sure enough, it had a drawing of a suit on it.

“I’ll get started right away. I just need a little piece of Venom. If I make the suit using her skin, you’ll have the total protection you need.” You looked at Venom for consent, who nodded and extended a tendril towards Tony. He quickly snipped a piece off and put it in a container.

“When will the suit be ready? A few months?” You asked as Tony tapped the container. Tony stopped looking at the container and laughed.

“Y/N, I’m a genius inventor. Go get lunch. It’ll be ready when you’re done.” He said.

And he wasn’t kidding. An hour and a half later, Tony presented you with a suit. You ran my fingers over it slowly, not wanted to disturb a single thing. You looked at it in awe, completely speechless at what he had created.

“Go on, try it on.” He shrugged casually. You grinned from ear to ear before rushing to the bathroom to put it on. You came out soon enough with tears in you eyes.

“You like it?” Tony asked. You looked at your covered hands in amazement. The suit was jet black, like Venom was, and hugged your body like a second skin. There was a big white spider symbol on the front, the complete opposite of Spider-Mans small black one. You figured it was a nod to being called the anti Spider-Man and it was perfect.

“Well?” Tony was still waiting for an answer. You looked up at him just as a few tears fell down you cheeks.

“We didn’t celebrate my birthday growing up because it was the anniversary of my moms death. I used to be so upset every year.” You blurted. Tony looked like he didn’t know what to say and you couldn’t blame him. That was something deeply personal and you had only just met him.

“What I’m trying to say is, I get it now.” You explained. “All those missed birthdays were for a reason. I didn’t get gifts those days because I’m getting the ultimate gift right now. This is the most amazing thing I could’ve asked for. I cannot thank you enough Mr. Stark. I’ll never take it off.”

“You can’t take it off anyway.” Tony told you. “When you don’t want to wear it, it absorbs back into your skin like Venom does. And it’s equipped with Venoms essential abilities. It’s bullet proof, knife proof, taser proof, spork proof and so on. And you can still shoot your webby things. You just won’t have super strength, super speed, or that Venus flytrap mouth of yours.”

You tested it out and shot a web towards his desk. You grabbed a pen and caught it with ease, then looked at Tony for approval.

“That’s the best I could do. It’s no Iron Man suit but it’ll suffice.” Tony said casually. You couldn’t take it anymore and rushed towards him to hug him tightly.

“Thank you.” You said into his chest. Tony patted your back awkwardly and you let go.

“It’s nothing. You can thank me by not eating Spider-Man. I know he’s annoying but he doesn’t mean any harm. Now go forth and do good.” Tony requested.

You swung back to the apartment and landed on the roof. You turned back into yourself and made your way down the steps to your floor. After this mornings conversation with Peter and the incredible suit from Mr. Stark, you were having a great day. For the first time in years, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

[tanniefm]

boyfriend | jjk (m)

summary - jungkook knows what you need and definitely knows your husband can’t give it to you like he can.

pairing - jungkook x (f) reader

genre - cheating au, fwb, porn with very little plot

word count - 1.7k

song inspo - boyfriend by ray j (i literally couldn’t stop thinking of this man while listening to this song it was becoming an issue)

warnings - infidelity, explicit language, soft dom jk, sub reader, daddy kink, praise kink, it’s kinda angsty at the end oops.., pet names, kook’s very sweet but :(, subspace, hints of dumbification, jealous kook cause he loves you, unprotected sex (please don’t be stewpid like these two), jungkook in sweatpants and a ponytail (the ultimate combo)

a/n - AHHHH hi this is my first fic (more like a drabble but you get the point) like ever and i did nawt feel like editing anymore than needed cause i was afraid i’d end up deleting everything...with that said!! i really hope you enjoy and sorry if it’s cringy or wtv umbdhb yeah enjoy! oh also merry christmas if you celebrate 🥺🥺

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You knock on his door hastily. You texted him a few minutes earlier because you just couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to be a good wife. A good, loving, perfect wife for Jacob. But he’s driving you fucking crazy. He won’t listen to you, won’t thank you when you do things for him, and he damn sure can’t fuck you like he can. You and Jungkook have been friends for the longest. He knows everything about you and that’s probably why he can make you cum as hard as he does. You hate that it got to this point. One heated argument with Jacob a few months back is all it took for you to come to your best friend's apartment to vent and next thing you knew you were having the best sex you’ve ever had. Now you crave him constantly and you’re not even sure if you feel bad about it.

You instantly clear your thoughts when Jungkook opens the door with a smug look on his face. Fuck, he looks good. Hair in a ponytail, his black long sleeves rolled up, putting his various tattoos on display. And to your delight, gray sweatpants tight enough where you can clearly see him hard as hell. You automatically launch into his embrace and kiss him needily. He knows you, he knows why you’re here. And he’s happy to give it to you. He smiles and chuckles into the kiss and closes the door behind him. He backs you up against the door and pulls away, much to your dismay. He giggles as you whine from the loss of his lips on yours. 

“What’d he do this time, pretty girl?” he says softly as he cups your face. His hands are so pretty, you think. They're so big and make you feel so good. He’s so big. He loves making you feel cute and small, like he’s the only one that can take care of you. You think he might be right.

“Couldn’t cum…” you whine. There’s a tiny pout on your face and Jungkook thinks you’re adorable. He’ll never say it out loud, but sometimes he wishes you’d just leave him to be his. You and him both know that won’t happen though, you’re very adamant that you love Jacob. Whatever, Jungkook will take what he gets. As long as he has you.

He smiles and mockingly pouts back. “I know baby, you need me to take care of you, hm? My baby needs me to make her feel good?” He pecks your forehead softly as you whine some more. You’re so needy, he has no idea why that dude refuses to listen to you when you ask to try different things in bed. Vanilla is cute every now and then but Jungkook knows you want more. You like to be thrown around and choked but you also love when you’re praised. You like being a good girl but you’re also a fucking brat. You like to be kissed, and cuddled, and babied after you have consecutive orgasms. Jungkook knows you, so why doesn’t he?

You nod and fist your hands into his shirt. You need him, badly. He’s all you could think about while you and Jacob were having sex. All you asked was if he could pull your hair a bit and he looked at you like you were crazy and told you no. It’s one thing to not be comfortable with doing certain things, but to look at you like that and not even hear you out? It stung, and all you wanted was for Kook to take care of you like you knew he would.

“I asked for him to pull my hair and he looked at me like I was stupid. I-I just wanted to try something different for once and he refuses to do anything I want to do. I need you Kookie please I’m so wet I can’t-“ 

“Shh sweetheart, it’s ok. Come on, I’ll take care of it.” he cuts you off gently and taps on the back of your thighs to signal you to jump. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in his neck and suck bruises into his smooth skin while he carries you to his room. He lays you on his bed and kisses you deeply. His hands slowly move your shirt up and out of the way as he makes his way down your neck. You quickly take your bra off and throw it to the side. You can tell he wants to eat you out but you’re very impatient. As much as you love his mouth on you, you desperately need his cock filling you up right now. He softly kisses your nipple and looks up. You’re pouting again. You’re even needier than he thought. He pulls your leggings down and zeros in on your panties. There’s a huge wet spot in the middle and he can feel his cock twitch. The string of arousal that attaches itself to your underwear while he pulls them down is driving him insane.

“My poor baby, you weren’t kidding when you said how wet you were, huh? Who made you this wet?” he says while he strips his shirt off, showing more of his copious tattoos. He loved when you traced them while he held you and hummed softly after you were sent deep into subspace. Maybe he can experience that again tonight.

“You did daddy,” Bingo. You weren’t even thinking when you said it, all you could think about was him him him. He froze before swiftly pulling down his sweatpants and you watched in awe as his dick spring up to his stomach. He’s so big, you need him so bad. He climbs back on top of you and kisses you roughly while teasing your entrance. He keeps running his tip up and down to spread around your arousal.

“Daddy, please I need you inside. Please don’t tease.” you whine. You’re squirming around and your eyes are starting to well up. Why isn’t he fucking you? Should you have come at all? What if he doesn’t want you anymore? Your mind is so fuzzy and negative thoughts are starting to swirl and pull you deeper and deeper-

“Hey hey, look at me. No more thinking baby, just focus on me. There you go, that’s my good girl.” he squeezes your hips as he pushes in. He can tell when you start overthinking, it’s one of the perks of being friends with you for so long. You moan loudly as he pushes deep inside of you. He quickly sets a rough pace once he feels you adjust and sees your eyes roll back in euphoria. You’re so beautiful. He loves that he can make you feel like this. You’re squeezing so tightly around him and everything feels so fucking good. He pushes your legs to your chest and you gasp loudly.

“Daddy it-it’s too deep! Oh my fucking God I- fuck!” you whimper as he goes faster.

“You can take it precious, I know you can. You’re doing so well. Taking me so well. Fuck- you’re always so good for me. My pretty little girl. Love this fucking pussy, shit!” he rambles. He can’t help it, just as much as he fucks you stupid he also gets into a headspace where he can’t think of anything but you. The pretty sounds you make, your tight ass pussy, your soft thighs he’s holding. And that stupid fucking man you’re married to. The thought of him makes him pound into you harder. He hates him, he really does. He hates him because he wants to be him. Jungkook would treat you like a princess if you were his. But you chose that lame ass dude.

“Does he fuck you like this? Hm? Does he know how much of a little slut you are for me? Does he know how much you need this dick to make you cum?” he growls. You shake your head and dig your nails into his biceps.

“No daddy it’s you, only you. No one else but you” you mumble. You’re so fucked out and so so close. Just a little more, a little longer.

“Fuck you’re getting so fucking tight. You gonna cum princess? My little slut gonna cum all over me? I know you want to baby, go ahead and let go for me” he switches angles and makes sure your clit is rubbing against his pelvis while he continually hits your g-spot. You nod quickly while he encourages you more and more. With a cry of his name, you finally let go. It only takes Jungkook a few more thrusts before he’s spilling inside of you with a whiny moan. He drops down and faceplants into your neck as you both pant heavily. You feel him peck your neck and face softly as he mumbles how good you were for him.

“My good,” forehead kiss, “precious,” cheek kiss, “baby,” nose kiss, “girl,” he finally reaches your lips. You smile and giggle at his cute antics. He always gets so soft after sex, you love it though. He gently pulls out and lays down beside you to tuck you in his arms. 

“You were so good baby. I’m so proud of you.” he says as he plants several kisses on the top of your head. You snuggle deeper into his chest and look up at him with starry eyes. Your head’s still fuzzy, but you feel safe with him. Jungkook is safe.

“I’m good?” you ask quietly. You were fuzzy, but you weren’t stupid. You knew what you two were doing is wrong. You knew you should break it off or at the very least leave Jacob. But you can’t, you still love him. You want to grow old with him. He just...can’t give you what you need sometimes.

Jungkook pauses. He wants to tell you to leave him. He could give you everything and more if you just leave him. But that always ends in an argument, and he hates arguing with you.

“Yes sweetheart, you’re perfect.” It’s ok. Jungkook can wait.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Drunk Confessions

Gif credit @sadeyesgf

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"What? You better be dying, waking me up at 3 in the morning". You grumbled rolling over on your back, the phone wedged in between your ear and your shoulder.

"Your boy, he's drunk.  Come get him, before he does something stupid". By the sound of the person, it was Coco. He was drunk as well. You didn't know how he managed to dial the number, because when he's drunk he can't stay in a chair.

"Not my boy, you got him drunk you take care of him. I'm going back to sleep, jackass". You smiled and snuggled back into your comfy pillow.

"Y/N, there's a girl hitting on him". Coco warned but you could hear laughing so you knew it wasn't serious.

"Tell her to use a bat. He'll go out faster".

"Y/N!"! Coco screamed into the phone right next to your ear.

"What"? You whined, you were so tired of Angels bullshit and you wanted to go back to sleep.

"Come to the bar, I'll have him waiting in the truck for you". Then Coco hung up. You were debating on whether to go or not.

But you figured you couldn't leave him there and let the cops pick him up cause you knew Coco would just leave him there. He's not a very responsible person when drunk, you found that out after he took your dog to the pound when he stole his sandwich while he was drunk out of his mind.

Hopping in your car, you drove to the local bar and there sat Cocos truck with a passenger in the front.

"I dont get paid enough to be doing this". You grumbled as you parked your car and went to grab Angel.

Knocking on the window, you spooked Angel. He let out a girlish scream and then unlocked the door when he saw it was you. You laughed as he opened it.

"Let's go".

"Hi, Y/N". Angel said childish. He was basically a child when he was drunk. Not a mean drunk or a destructive drunk, that you were thankful for.

Helping Angel out of the truck, he wrapped his arm around your neck.

"You look pretty tonight". Angel whispered in your ear. Making you giggle.

"Thanks".

"You look pretty all the time. Especially when you got my dick in your mouth". Angel moaned, his head falling back.

"Angel shut up and get in the car". You groaned, shoving him into the passenger seat. Slamming the door, making him jump.

As you got in, Angel was taking his clothes off. This was a drunk side you havent seen before.

"Angel put your clothes back on now". You scorned him.

"No sexy sex"? He pouted.

"No. You're going home and going to bed. Sleep your drunk ass off before work tomorrow". You told him, starting the car.

Angel put on his shirt and buckled his pants with a huff.

"I love you, Y/N. You take good care of me".

You blinked your eyes as you watched the road. Angel never said he loved you. And him being the first one to say it really surprised you.

"Okay. Thanks".

"I'm sorry I'm mean to you sometimes. I dont want to see you get hurt".

"You're not mean to me Angel. You're just protective".

"Yeah, maybe. Can we stop and get a cheeseburger"?

"No. All the restaurants are closed. It's four in the morning". You laughed.

"Boo. Stupid restaurant people. I want food".

"I'll make you some pancakes when we get home. Maybe itll soak up the booze". You tell him turning into the drive way.

Angel stumbled to get out, almost falling face first into the ground. "I'm good". He chuckled.

"Let's get you inside". Helping him inside he fell face first into the couch and was out. He started snoring.

You placed a blanket on him and went back to bed. Not a peep was heard until nine o'clock that morning.

Walking into the livingroom, Angel had gotten undress leaving his boots on and his cock in his hand, semi-hard. You laughed to yourself as you went to make coffee.

Hearing some noises in the livingroom you figured he was up. Grabbing two coffee mugs you heard Angel come into the kitchen. His boots hitting the floor.

"Good morning". You say turning around. There he stood still naked.

"Put some clothes on will ya"? You scoffed handing him his coffee.

"I thought you liked me naked"?

"Not right now I don't. What happened last night"?

"I dont know. Where are my clothes at"?

"That I dont know. You were fully dressed when you went to bed".

"Did I say anything stupid or ridiculous last night"?

"Well. I dont think you did but you may".

"What'd I say"?

"You loved me". You smirked behind your coffee cup.

"What"?

"Yeah. That and I look pretty with your dick in my mouth".

"Well that's true". Angel snorted as he sipped his coffee..

"Gee, Angel thanks. Just what a girl wants to hear". You rolled your eyes and went back to the bedroom to get dress.

"I'm kidding. You look pretty all the time". His voice followed you.

"Angel, can you be serious for once in your life"?

"Okay".

"What are we doing? We live together,  we sleep together, we share the bills, we do mostly everything together but neither one of us have said we loved each other. Are we roommates or are we dating? Can we see other people or just us"?

"You're not seeing anyone else but me". Angel got defensive.

"So we're dating? Cause it sure looks like I'm playing house with a guy that doesn't want me unless it fits his needs". You say about to walk away.

"I love you. Okay. Is that what you want to hear? I love you".

"Don't pity me with that. You're just saying that so I'll keep doing stuff you want".

"I'm not. I do love you. Why do you think I wanted you to move in? I didnt want other guys coming in your house. Why do you think I want you around me all the time? Because I cant go a minute without looking at you. You give me butterflies or some girly shit. I love you and i just want you. No one else". Angel stood there pouring his heart out and you couldnt be more in love with him at that moment.

You lunged towards Angel and captured his lips with yours. "I love you too". Your hands went to either side of his face, deepening the kiss. Angel wrapped his arms around your hips and lifted you up.

"I love you so much. Please don't leave me". Angel broke the kiss, his eyes were glossy as if he was going to cry.

"I'm not going anywhere. Just promise me that you'll say you love me every now and then. Just to reassure me that you really mean it".

"Ever damn day I will. Every text message. Every voice mail. Every time I see you. I'll tell you I love you because I do. I always have". Angel returned his lips to your.

You smiled into the kiss knowing he really meant it and wasnt afraid to show it or say it sober.

[xoxo-teddybear]

FOR TILL COLLEGE - Bakugou Katsuki

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

If y’all couldn’t tell from the title, I’ve been watching iCarly A LOT recently and one of my favorite episodes is when Carly kisses Bad Boy Griffon and Spencer catches it

So imagine Bakugou and Y/N’s daughter, Katsumi, doesn’t get along at all with some ex-delinquent bad boy who is tryna be good. This bad boy still has his bad boy ways and so Bakugou took him under his wing bc this boy reminded him of his younger self...except worse for obvious reasons.

Y/N is out doing pro hero patrols and Bakugou gets back early to find Katsumi and Bad Boy smooching on the couch

SCENARIO

Bakugou walked through the door expecting to find his little mentee working on the project he left for him to do in his home. What he didn’t expect was for his daughter to be making out with this ex-delinquent on their family couch.

“Whaaa-HUHHHHHHH?!?!??” Bakugou continuously screames as the two separate, Bad Boy remains calm on the couch and Katsumi stands up in shock. Bakugou gestures to the whole scene with his hands as he finally stops screaming.

*Time Skip to like 5 minutes later*

“Let’s just recap! I catch you robbing a store, I give you a second chance and decide to not have you arrested, I take you in to mentor you in the ways of hero work, and you pay me back by chewing on my daughter’s face?!” Bakugou says as he finished pacing in the living room as Bad Boy and Katsumi sit on the couch away from each other .

“We were kissing,” Bad Boy says.

“GUILTY!” Bakugou screames in Bad Boy’s face but then Katsumi spoke up.

“I KISSED HIM FIRST!” Katsumi explained. Bakugou just looked at her in shock before opening his mouth to speak but then closing it again. He then turned to Bad Boy and spoke.

“Out!” He said and began to drag bad boy’s arm to the door and kick him out. On the way there, the two teens began complaining.

“I will talk to you later!” Bakugou says to the ex-delinquent but when bad boy makes it to the door he speaks to Katsumi again.

“I will call you,” bad boy says.

“Kay!” Katsumi joyously replies.

“You’ll call no one! .....Ever!” Bakugou says to bad boy as he steps back into the house. Bakugou runs to the kitchen to grab the first thing he sees, an apple, and runs back out to throw it towards bad boy hitting him on the head. “Yes!” He exclaimed and ran back inside.

Bakugou rubs his temples and huffs out a frustrated sigh before he spoke to his teen daughter.

“I don’t under- how did- ....WHEN I LEFT HERE, you hated him. How did you go from hate to......mwuahhhhhh,” Bakugou said and then stuck his tongue out all over his face to over-exaggerate the kiss as he made out with the air to mock his daughter.

“Well! I was trying to study but *bad boy* kept turning up music so I came down here to yell at him, I called him obnoxious and he said I needed to get a sense of humor, so I said ‘oh really?’ Then while I was telling him how immature he was, I realized he was really cute annnnnd then he asked me if I liked music and I said ‘who doesn’t like music?’ So then we started talking and I realized he’s really sweet and smart and his lips were right there infront of me so I leaned over and kissed him!” Katsumi explained as her father stared at her in shock with his hands pressed together as he kept them infront of his lips.

“And I don’t kiss like mwuahhhhhh,” Katsumi said mimicking her father’s ‘make out with the air’ action. “I KISS LIKE A PRINCESS!” She exclaimed. Bakugou exhaled deeply before he spoke calmly.

“You are grounded...forrr...till college,” he calmly stated.

“For till college?!?!?!” Katsumi questioned.

“FOR TILL COLLEGE!” Bakugou quickly replied.

“Why?!” She asked.

“For kissing that delinquent!” Bakugou said as he walked to the kitchen as Katsumi followed.

“You’re the one who took him under your wing!”

“Well this ‘wing’ shalln’t flap no more!” Bakugou replied!

“*Bad Boy* is never allowed here again and you’re never allowed to have any contact with him,” Bakugou said with a triumphant smirk. Curse the damn parent card.

“Why?! What did I do that was so bad?!” Katsumi asked.

“Oh you know, Lipsey!” Bakugou stated. Katsumi stared in shock.

“I’m almost 16!” She said, “how old were you when you started kissing girls?!”

“Eleven..? THAT IS NOT THE ISSUE RIGHT NOW!”

“The issue is that you’re totally over reacting!” She said.

“Say whatever you want,” Bakugou said as his smirk returned and he crossed his arms, “you’re still so grounded.”

Katsumi stood still once again before she smashed a dinner plate on the ground. Bakugou remained unphased and copied her as he dropped another plate to the ground. Katsumi threw another plate and as she was about to throw another one, Bakugou interviened.

“Wait wait wait....That’s my favorite china, you can’t break it.” Bakugou said with one arm up and a stilled face.

“Am I ungrounded and can I hang out with *Bad Boy*?!” Katsumi asked with sass.

“No you are not and no you can not- ARGHHH!” Bakugou screamed as Katsumi threw the china to the ground. Katsumi then ran to her room frustrated with her father. Once her door slammed, Y/N returned from patrol. She walked to the kitchen to find her loving husband.

“Hey love, I- woah.” Y/N said as she saw the mess on the ground. “What’d I miss?”

Bakugou sighed and began to get the broom as Y/N bent down to pick up a few broken pieces.

“Awe man, this is the china I was gonna gift to Midoriya for his upcoming birthday. It looks exactly like your favorite one. Too bad he won’t get it this year.” You pouted at the pieces of broken plates.

Bakugou still had his back turned as he retrieved the broom but a smiled fell onto his face as he heard about how it was Deku’s broken present and not his favorite china. He let out a relieved sigh as he turned to clean up the mess. Well part of it at least.

Now he has a moody teenage daughter and a bad boy to take care of.

[blackacre13]

Hi, could you maybe write something where Tess joins the Ocean's crew and she has history with Tammy (and she's not a bitch like she is in most fics)

“Deb,” Lou spoke, her face changing as realization hit her. “You did tell her, right?”

“Tell who?” Debbie smirked, giving the blonde a quick shrug. Lou tried to push away the image of Debbie shrugging on the shore with that same damn smirk when they’d run the Met heist. That ‘I didn’t do that’ smirk where she’d tried to hide the fact that she was going to risk everything they’d worked so hard to get back by planting jewels on Claude. By tempting fate.

But Lou had forgiven her. And this wasn’t the same. So she shoved it down with a sigh, giving her wife a knowing smile instead as she rolled her eyes playfully.

“Tammy,” Lou clarified. “You owe it to her to give her the heads up before she gets blindsided.”

“She’s a big girl,” Debbie shrugged.

“What if Danny had done this to you while we were broken up?” The blonde asked, raising an eyebrow. Debbie’s loss of eye contact as she looked down at the table told Lou that she’d proven her point, only to be confirmed with Debbie’s irritated grumble and sigh.

“Fine,” Debbie groaned. “Fine, let’s tell her.”

“Nuh uh,” Lou laughed. “This was your idea, honey. You tell her. And Tess too while you’re at it. You can’t have either of them come into this like they’re walking into a trap. There’s too much at stake with the job.”

“I don’t like you being right,” Debbie sighed, patting her pockets to find her rarely used phone as Lou slid it to her from across the table.

“It’s a shame it happens so often,” Lou teased, glancing at the clock on the stove. “When are they supposed to get here any—“

“I hope this new one doesn’t have any sort of food restrictions!” Tammy called, sliding into the loft with a stack of Tupperware containers and two arms loaded with tote bags as she closed the door with her hip, trying to catch her breath as she shuffled the items in her hands, Lou standing up to help her as the other woman greeted her with a relieved smile. “I figured it was easier for me to bring lunch if we were meeting here,” Tammy exhaled. “We all know we’ll end up ordering pizza or something for dinner later anyway.”

“Tammy,” Lou nodded, shooting a pointed look at her wife as she helped the other woman into the kitchen, Tammy thanking her as Lou unloaded the bags from her arms before stacking the Tupperware on the counter. “Deb didn’t tell me you’d be here this early.”

“Early?” Tammy scoffed, looking down at her watch. “The girls will be here in twenty minutes.”

“Shit,” Debbie cursed, leaning back as she crossed her arms.

“Look,” Lou sighed. “My lovely planner of a wife has something to tell you, Tam. Before everyone gets here. Why don’t you take a seat?”

“What’d she do now?” Tammy smirked, looking to the blonde for a tease of an answer. Her face quickly turned to horror as Lou offered nothing but a sympathetic smile, motioning to Debbie. “Oh, fuck. Come on, Deb. What’s up?”

Debbie took a deep breath, placing her hand on Tammy’s as the younger woman looked at her like she was going to throw up. Before Debbie had the chance to get her sentence out, the door swung open again, of course, revealing Debbie’s secret before she could reveal it.

“I couldn’t remember if you said 12 or 12:30 so either I’m early or I’m late, but don’t worry, ladies, I’m here,” Tess grinned, waving her hand in the air as Lou tossed her a smile, Debbie’s face dropping at the same time as Tess’s as she took in Tammy’s surprised stance.

“We really should start locking that door,” Lou mumbled, sitting down on the table as she looked between Tess and Tammy. “And you really need to start divulging truths before the element of surprise smacks you in the face, honey,” Lou chuckled, shaking her head at the brunette.

“Tammy,” Tess breathed, the smile returning to her face. She hadn’t looked mad or upset. Just genuinely surprised. The same couldn’t be said of Tammy. There seemed to be about forty different expressions racing across her face.

“Hey,” Tammy whispered, her hand slipping from Debbie’s as she turned to face her.

“Well don’t just sit there,” Tess laughed, racing over towards the table. “Get over here and give me one of those famous Tim Tam hugs.”

“Okay,” Tammy agreed, sounding meeker than ever as she slowly stood, walking over to meet Tess halfway as Lou and Debbie shared a look of trepidation.

“I was just about to tell Tam you’re the newest member of our bad bitches brigade,” Debbie grinned sheepishly as Lou held her breath.

“I-Oh,” Tammy stammered as Tess enveloped her in the hug, squeezing her tight.

“It’s been too long, Tam,” Tess murmured, pulling back to look into her eyes. “How’re the kids? How’s the husband?”

“Good, good,” Tammy whispered, as if in a daze as she tried to take in the other woman as well.

“I meant to give you both a heads up,” Debbie conceded. “But my timing was shit. I just thought if we were using Danny’s contacts, they’d appreciate some familiar faces…and Tess brings us up to four of those. They’ll like knowing we all still run together.”

“So will Danny,” Tess agreed with a nod. “Well, if Tam was the first surprise, I know the rest of the girls are a bunch of winners.”

“You’ve got that right,” Lou nodded.

“Told you everything would work out alright,” Debbie smirked, murmuring into the blonde’s ear as she pulled her in close, observing the former couple talking comfortably over Lou’s shoulder.

“No you didn’t,” Lou laughed, kissing the Ocean’s forehead. “But I’m glad it’s going well.”

“Until the girls find out they have a history,” Debbie sighed.

The blonde let out a sigh of her own. “You’ve got that right. What is it about their desire to shove people from the past together?”

“I have no idea, baby,” Debbie laughed, kissing the wedding set that rested on Lou’s finger.

[spcncershybrid]

Amortentia -Fred Weasley Imagine

GIF IS NOT MINE

(Summary: A certain Weasley let’s his feelings about you slip in the most inconvenient way.)

Fred Weasley X Reader

This is based on a few tik toks and probably some imagines I’ve read. Might post another imagine tomorrow but if not I hope you all have a great day this week for whichever holiday you celebrate!! Love you all!

“Are you ready for potions today?” Angelina said, nudging me as we walk to class.

“Not really I’m pretty sure Snape hates me.” I laughed as we walked into class.

Angelina and I stopped in confusion as our girl classmates were huddled around a cauldron. The boys stood to the side brewing something.

“Where’s Professor Snape?” I ask walking up to them.

“Not sure.” A girl said, turning to us.

“What are you lot brewing?” Angelina said as we walked up to them.

“Amortentia.” Another girl said giggling.

“And you boys?” I asked looking over to them.

“Same thing.” One said scoffing as he sniffed the cauldron.

“Y/N, try it first. You’ll probably smell you know who.” Angelina said as she moved to the side.

“Not that you know who Angelina.” I say laughing.

“Right sorry.” She said giggling lightly as she realized what she said.

I leaned my head over the cauldron and sniffed. Fireworks, smoke, and wood.

“So what do you smell?” Angelina said looking at me.

“A variety of smoke items and wood- like our brooms.” I say looking at her as I tilted my head. 

I smelled Fred Weasley.

I look at the other girls who are occupied with smelling the cauldron. I step away from the cauldron and pull Angelina to the side with me.

“I think I smelled Fred.” I said looking at her in shock.

“At least your feelings are confirmed.” She said excitedly.

You see here’s the problem, the twins are my best friends. Like all love cliches I fell for my best friend.

“But Angelina what if he doesn’t smell me. The smell varies for everyone.” I say as I run my hands over my face.

“He probably doesn’t even like me. This is setting me up.” I groan as I look over at her.

Angelina knew otherwise. Being on the quidditch team made her form a bond with the Weasley’s twins. Over a night of team celebration and firewhisky that was snuck in, secrets from both of the boys were revealed.

____________

“So boys, any girl caught your eye?” Angelina asked as she took a swing of firewhisky before handing it over to Oliver.

“You already know who.” George said winking at her as he tilted his head towards Fred.

“Fred?” She said as she looked at him.

“Who do you fancy?” She continued as she watched him take a sip of his drink.

“Nobody.” He said.

“Really weren’t you boasting about-” Oliver started before Fred cut him off with a glare.

“You guys are still down here.” Y/N said walking down the stairs of the common room.

“The celebration died down a bit. There’s still some left if you’d like.” George said, handing her the bottle.

She happily took the bottle and took a swing feeling the liquid burn her throat.

“That’s always so awful.” She said, wiping her mouth.

“I think we should call it a night, we have practice tomorrow.” Oliver said standing from the floor.

Everyone nodded their head before leaving besides Angelina, Fred and George.

Fred stared longingly as Y/N walked back up the stairs. He sighed as he watched her leave. He shouldn’t feel this way, she’s his best friend.

“She’s the one he fancies.” Angelina said as she leaned over to George.

“Now you notice. He’s been this way since third year.” George said chuckling.

“Oh dear that long. He should make a move.” She said crossing her arms as they watched Fred leave the common room.

“Contrary to popular belief Johnson he won’t do it. He complains often about how she wouldn’t like him.” George said.

“Well he’s wrong!” Angelina exclaimed.

“She fancies him too?” George said in slight confusion.

“You don’t share a dorm with her. If you did you would hear nonstop on her feelings. Half the time it’s like a broken record.” Angelina laughed.

“Let’s make a bet.” George said placing his hand out.

“One sickle that they get together by the end of term.” George continued as he kept his hand out.

“You’re on Weasley.” Angelina said as she shook his hand.

With that they both separated and went to their dorms and the night was filled with an earful of complaints from their dorm mates.

_____________

“This is bad Angelina.” I say as I look around the classroom. I went to my usual seat and sat down.

“No it isn't, wait for them to come and let’s hear what he smells.” Angelia reassured me as she sat down beside me.

As if on cue the twins ran into the room smiling.

“Y/L/N lay off the perfume for a while. I can smell you from here.” Fred exclaimed as he sniffed the air in confusion before laughing loudly.

I felt the color drain out of me and my mouth grew dry. Everyone else stifled a laugh as they looked at us.

“What?” Fred said as he looked around the class.

“That isn’t her perfume Fred. We’re brewing Amortentia.” A girl said laughing. 

Now it was Fred’s turn to grow pale. His cheeks turned red like his hair.

“Unauthorized use of brewing materials is strongly prohibited without a Professor present.” Snape's dull voice said as he walked into the classroom.

“10 points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.” He continued as the students scurried to their seats.

“At least it's mutual.” Angelina said laughing slightly.

“That doesn’t make this situation better.” I say biting my lip anxiously.

“Talk to him after class.” Angelina said as she began writing on her parchment.

“You’re right what’s the worst that can happen.” I say laughing nervously.

_____________

Fred stared blankly at his parchment as he felt himself slowly die of embarrassment.

“That’s not too bad mate.” George said as he looked over to his brother.

“Not too bad. George this is awful.” He said as he scribbled aimless things on his parchment.

“You didn’t hear it from me Freddie but she fancies you too.” George said leaning over as he glanced over towards Angelina and Y/N.

“You reckon?” Fred asked as he looked over.

“Talk to her after class and you’ll see.” George said as he began writing.

Soon enough the bell rang out.

“Class dismissed.” Snape said as he closed his book.

Students ushered out the room and into the corridors.

‘Now or never.’ Fred thought as he watched Y/N and Angelina leave the classroom.

_____________

I walked beside Angelina and felt my hands grow cold.

“You talk to him all the time.” Angelina scoffed as she laughed lightly.

“This is way different Ang.” I say as I play with my robes.

I grew silent as Fred and George walked beside us. 

“Angelina we should check if Oliver needs us.” George said as he grabbed her arm and dragged her away.

“So what’d you smell?” Fred asked as we walked beside each other and into the courtyard.

“I didn’t smell anything Fred.” I blurt out quickly. I cringed lightly as we walked.

“Oh. You don’t fancy anyone?” Fred said, scratching his head.

“No Fred I don’t.” I say stopping and stare at him. I felt bad for lying to him but I need to preserve our friendship.

“I should probably check if Oliver needs me too. Bye Y/N.” Fred said jogging back into the school.

I huff in anger and felt tears prick my eyes. Stupid Amortentia!

_____________

I walk into the quidditch locker room shielding my eyes.

“The boys are on the field already, it's just me.” I heard Angelina say. I put my arms to my side and sat on the bench next to her.

“I messed up everything.” I say putting my head in my hands.

“What happened in the courtyard?” Angelina asked as she sat next to me.

“He asked me if I fancied anyone and I completely lied to him.” I say looking at her pouting.

“That’s all?” Angelina asked as she strapped her gloves.

“He asked me what I smelled in the Amortentia and I lied to him saying nothing.” I say leaning my head on her shoulder.

“Why’d you do that?” Angelina asked as she comforted me.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” I huffed.

“You wouldn’t have Y/N.” I heard Fred say as he walked into the locker room.

“What are you doing here!” I exclaim as I stare DF at him in shock.

“I forgot my bat.” Fred awkwardly said as he pointed to his locker.

Angelina stared at the both of us before leaving the locker room.

“You wouldn’t have ruined anything if anything you would’ve made it easier.” Fred said as he went and sat beside me.

“Fred you’re my best friend I can’t lose you like that. I guess I was just scared.” I say looking down at my lap.

“You scared blimey Y/N fancying me isn’t that bad.” Fred laughed as he placed his hand on my leg.

“To answer your question earlier, I fancy someone and I smelled fireworks, wood and smoke. Do you reckon I smelled George? He is quite cute.” I say jokingly as I look at him.

“I'm pretty sure you smelled his twin brother the one that actually likes you.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Tough luck on my end.” I laughed as I heard Oliver yell outside.

“You should probably go. Oliver might hit you with the bat.” I say standing up.

Fred stood up and stared at me. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and shy away as I felt my face heat up. Fred smiled and walked away towards the door.

“W-wait Fred I have a question.” I say stopping him.

“What?” He said turning to me.

“Why me? There are so many other girls at Hogwarts.” I ask as I watch him open the door.

“Not all girls can handle a prank. I can dive more into it on our Hogsmeade date.” He said winking before leaving the locker room.

“Those damn Weasley’s.” I smiled before walking out of the locker room and going to the common room.

Meanwhile…

“You seem giddy.” George said as he and his twin flew to their post.

“I just scored a date with Y/N.” Fred said as a slight blush flourished on his cheeks.

“I knew you could do it Freddie.” George smiled. His smile grew wider as he remembered a certain thing.

“Oi Angelina! You owe me a sickle!” He yelled, making the girl flip him off laughing as she waved the coin in the air.

“For what?” Fred said as he stared at his brother in confusion.

“Sometimes love has a price brother.” George laughed as he flew over to Angelina making Fred just scratch his head.

taglist: @hpbitch​

[maybebanks]

I Noticed You

jj maybank x kook! reader

“Alright, Sarah. Bye now,” you groaned, stepping out past her white painted bedroom door.

“Noooo,” she whined, “don’t leave,”

“I gotta go.” You pouted, “my dad wants me home,”

“Fine. Be like that.” She waved you off.

“Your parents are way less strict then mine!” You argued.

“Uh huh,” Sarah responded sarcastically, “I’m gonna miss you, bitch,” she smiled.

“Okay...see ya,” you waved while walking through the door.

You continued down the hallway, it was a sort of narrow hallway, but you’ve been down it many times before.

“Hey Y/n,” you heard Rafe’s voice call for you, he was leaning casually against his door frame.

“Oh..hey,” you answer, stopping infront of him.

You had to look up to talk to him because he was taller than you.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Rafe asks. You had no idea why he would want to talk to you. I mean, he’s always been nice to you, but he was nearly 20. And you were barely 17.

You nodded, following his gesture for you to come into his room.

He closed the door after you. You just stood by the window. Raising your eyebrows at his suspicious actions.

You looked behind you and saw their backward looking fresh, a Pogue, you think his name is JJ but you didn’t know him well, mowing the lawn.

“I have to be quick. I promised to be home,” you mentioned.

Rafe smiled, not saying anything, just looking at you.

You fumbled with your crop top, “So..what’s this about?” You asked.

“You know how long I’ve been trying to get you alone. You and Sarah...it’s non stop,” he said.

“What?” You asked, very confused in general.

“You were at Toppers party right? Damn..when I saw you snort that coke I was like...this girl...she’s bad,” he chuckled.

“Oh...that was-that was a mistake. I don’t do drugs like that anymore,” you reassured, feeling regretful about that mistake.

He laughed, “don’t lie to yourself, baby. Just think of the fun we could have together,”

Is this some kind of flirting?

“Look...uh, I have to go. Talk later?” you opened the door a bit but Rafe slammed it shut.

“What the hell?” You asked angerly.

Rafe scoffed, “hanging out with Sarah makes you a real bitch,”

“Rafe...I have to go!” You raised your voice. This seemed to anger him. For next, he lunged towards you, trapping you against the wall.

“You think you can tell me what to fucking do?” He asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

When you saw his eyes, you could tell he was high.

“No, I’m-“ you began but stopped yourself when the door creaked open.

Wheezie’s brunette head peaked through the crack of the door.

When she saw both of you, her eyes turned confused.

Rafe moved off of you, “Wheezie, get out of here,” he ordered.

She didn’t argue like she usually would, she didn’t even exchange a glance at you. Just left the room, leaving the door a crack open.

“Shit,” you whispered involuntarily.

“Tell me, Y/n, what’s it gonna take?” he asked.

“Hi!” Wheezie shouted over the loud noise of the lawnmower. Waving her hand towards the boy out in the field.

JJ chuckled, he mowed the lawn for the Cameron’s once or twice a week. Wheezie was basically the only Cameron to talk to him, she would test out flirted to him, even though he was a pogue.

JJ turned the lawn mower off, walking over to Wheezie.

“What’s up?” JJ asked, honestly, he enjoyed a break from his work, and he would never get in trouble becuase Wheezie would defend him.

“So...uh...I don’t know for sure. But I think Rafe is gonna hurt her. And he’s kinda....you know, I mean he does drugs. I saw him this morning! Anyway, he’s in his room and I think-“

“Whoa! Slow down! Who’s gonna hurt who?” JJ asked, now concerned.

“Just put on a shirt and come with me!” She demanded, pulling him by his wrist towards the house.

“I don’t think your parents would be okay with me comin’ in,” JJ chuckled again.

“Just...okay...you know Y/n right? She’ll kill me if she knew I brough you into this becuase she hates attention or whatever but I’m worried, because you know...Rafe has a thing for her and I’m just worried he might try to kiss her and...” She trailed off, but JJ knew what she meant.

He frowned, “You sure I should go in there? What if she wants it. I mean, a lot of kook girls hook up with Rafe,”

“TMI!” Wheezie exclaimed, “anyway, Y/n isn’t one of those kook girls. She’s wayy too good for Rafe. Plus I think she’s into surfer boys,” Wheezie shrugs.

JJ sighs, “alright fine. But you owe me for this,” JJ began walking up the stairs, “what, you not comin’?”

“I am not about to get yelled at by Rafe. Plus I’ll cover the fort down here, so my parents don’t get involved.”

When he finally made it to the second floor, he heard your voice. You weren’t strangers, you’ve met once or twice, but JJ always thought you were way out of his league. And that was saying something.

“Rafe seriously. My dads gonna kill me!” You stated, pushing against Rafe’s rather buff chest.

“Who cares about your dad, Y/n. Just get on your knees,” he stated.

JJ felt disgusted. Even he knew that was no way to talk to a girl.

He stood outside the parted door.

“No, asshole,” you said bluntly, trying to get around him again.

He grabbed your wrist, harshly, pulling you back so you hit the wall. You moaned in pain when the doorknob from his closet door hit your back.

That’s when JJ interfered.

He pushed open the door to make his presence known.

You both looked up at him at the same time.

Rafe immediately stepped back from you, and you pushed the sleeve of your shoulder back to covering yourself.

“Everything alright in here?” JJ asked, studying the situation.

Rafe sniffled slightly nervously, he knew he probobly couldn’t take JJ in a fight due to all the drugs he’s on.

Rafe looked at you, to which you immediately understood, “uh...we are fine. Thanks JJ,” you answered, clearly nervous.

He was surprised, and unexpectedly flattered, when you addressed him by his name.

JJ thought fast, “there is a car here for Y/n,” JJ lied. But you believed it, and so did Rafe.

Rafe scratches the back of his neck, “Okay Y/n...have fun.” Rafe said as you stepped out of the room.

You wanted to flip him off, but JJ was right behind you.

When you got outside, JJ was about to tell you there was no car, but he couldn’t when you thre your arms around his torso, a hug, where you rested your head on his chest.

“Whoa,” he chuckled.

“Thank you, J, you have no idea...” you mumbled.

JJ slowly moved his arm to hug you back. But when his hand reached your mid back, you took a sharp intake of breath and pulled away.

“Sorry, for that. You really saved me back there,” you explained, looking up at him.

“It’s not problem. Oh and by the way, there’s no car here for you,” JJ mentioned.

“Oh...right. Shit I kinda need a ride. You looked around. Until your eyes landed on JJ again.

He studied you.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked.

“No...” JJ shook his head, “this is the most you’ve ever talked to me,” he blurted. Kinda regretting not usuing his usual approach when talking to girls.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you before. I just didn’t want to get you in trouble,” you explained, “but I have noticed you,”

Your phone dinged, and that’s when you remember to check the time, “shit,” you blurted.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just...my dads gonna kill me. I was suppose to be home like an hour ago,” you sigh, still nervous.

You noticed JJ tense, “I can give you a ride? The van is gonna smell like weed though,” he winked, gesturing for you to follow him.

You nodded, following him down the driveway to where his “busted” van was parked.

“I’m not usually this helpless, you know,” you blurted, wanting him to know you for the real you.

“Oh believe me, I know,” he chuckles, opening the van door for you.

He was surprised by himself, again. He’s never cared enough to open the door for anyone. But it was so simple you probobly wouldn’t notice.

You smiled, at him and hopped in. There were some all black aviators and a red SnapBack on the seat. Which you moved so you wouldn’t sit on them.

As JJ walked around the van, you couldn’t find anywhere to put them, with all the clutter around, so you just decided to wear the sunglasses and his hat.

When he opened the car his eyes widened in excitement, “looks good on you Y/n,” he said starting the van.

“Who the hells that? I’m JJ,” you joked. When you took a deep breath, you scrunched you’re nose at the stench.

“Whoo,” you sighed, “it’s strong in here. What’d you hotbox or something?” You continued with the JJ impression.

“How do you know me so well?” JJ laughed and grabbed the hat off your head and placed it backwards on his own.

“Just guessin’,” you shrugged, moving the sunglasses farther down your nose.

“Where’s your place?” JJ asked as he turned the wheel.

“Uh...” you trailed off when you noticed Rafe running out of the house, looking angry, waving at the van.

“Shit! JJ go!! Drive!” You commanded. Grabbing his hand and forcing it on the wheel.

You knew Rafe would judge you for spending time with a Pogue, and he would also be mad.

“Calm down, princess,” JJ responded, stepping on the gas.

You immediately retracted, “sorry.” You muttered.

He pulled out of the driveway quick and started heading down the wrong road.

“Where are you going?” You asked, slightly nervous now.

“Back to my place. Since you didn’t tell me where yours was,”

“Wait...uh it’s down that road. I’d really love to hang but I gotta be home,” you told him.

“Ya sure?” JJ said turning the wheel and heading down your street.

You nodded.

“No, I mean, kook princess, would be down to hang with a Pogue?” JJ asked.

You pointed to the pastel yellow mansion with terra-cotta roofing, “of course JJ, I think you’re dope,”

“Holy shitt,” JJ moaned when he saw your house, admiring its beauty and the boat you had parked in the front.

“Jesus, what id give to be a kook,” he mumbled.

“Trust me, it’s not as good as it-“

“Y/N!!!” Your father shouts, he must have seen you pull in.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

JJs heat started to race, that was so damn hot.

You pulled of the sunglasses and placed them on the dash.

“See ya later, and also, you can come over any time use any materials you like. My brother got a new surf board and then went off to college, it’s all yours if you want it,”

JJ smirked, perks of having a kook friend that lived with a family that bought status symbols with their money, “can I get your number?”

“Yeah, it’s-“

You both stopped at the banging on JJs window.

Your father, was urgently yelling, “Y/N get out here right now. Your late for training, god damn it,” it was muffled, but you both understood.

“Training?” JJ questioned.

“See you at the Cameron’s,” you winked, then hopped out of the car and joined your dad inside the kook mansion.

JJ contemplated a life with you, only for a moment, then pulled out of your, rather long, stone driveway.

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A Place Like This 1

Warnings: this short series will include dark elements including noncon, possible violence, mentions of mental illness, and other explicit content. I’m not your mother, curate your own consumption.

This is dark!Lumberjack!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your new boarder isn’t who he seems to be.

Note: So I wanted to do a lumberjack!Andy and got a bit carried away but let me tell you, somehow Andy always turns into an ultimate creep with me.

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It wasn’t often you found a stranger in Heron Creek. 

The small town was barely more than a single street; most residents lived further out. It was more a marketplace than anything. Townsfolk came to shop and socialise amid the limited stretch of businesses and not much else. The lumberyard fueled much of the economy and was closer than any home.

After weeks of arguing with your mother, you’d finally resigned. You needed a boarder to see you through the winter. Money was tight since your mother’s diagnosis; pills, therapy, reduced income. Your own job was just enough to see to the bills but not for the groceries or any incidentals. Even if you did some odd jobs around town, you wouldn’t be able to scrape enough to get by.

You’d never seen the man before. The message had been expected and a last hope. You agreed to meet at the town’s only cafe and were surprised and slightly disappointed. 

He greeted you by name as you looked around. You expected a woman; the advert had requested only females but, you supposed, that beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Andy,” He introduced himself as he offered you his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” You lied as you sat.

“You want a coffee? I’m headed up for a refill,” He grabbed his empty mug.

“Sure,” You reached for your wallet. You could tell by his accent he was from the city; if you were to guess, one far from Heron Creek. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can get it.” He waved you off as you fumbled with your purse. “I’ll be back.”

He returned with two cups and slid one over to you. You added cream from the table.

“I know you advertised for women only but… I’m kinda running out of options and judging by how long your ad’s been in the paper, I think you might be too.” He began.

“Uh huh,” You sipped from your coffee. “You’re new around here.”

“I am.” He confirmed. “But you’re not so you should know there’s not a lot to choose from.”

“Why would you move all the way up here?”

“Tired of the city.” He said evenly. 

“You have a job?” You asked.

“At the lumberyard.” He replied. “Been there two months now, living down at Harry Brennan’s but he’s ready to have me out.”

“Hmm, yeah, he can be a bit prickly,” You remarked. “My mother, too. She’s sick. Moody. You sure you wanna trade in one for the other?”

He looked at you. He sat with his shoulders back, his head held up proudly. His gaze was discerning, as if he was measuring your every word and move.

“I can pay more than you’re asking and I’ll help out around the house.” He said. “Well, I won’t decide until I see the place, of course, but I’m optimistic.”

You tasted the bitter coffee. You preferred your own brew. You nodded as you set down your mug.

“They don’t have many lumberyards in the city. What’d you do before?”

“I was a lawyer.” He said. “And what do you do?”

“A lawyer? You’d give up that to live in the middle of nowhere and chop wood?”

“It’s quiet up here. Peaceful.” He tapped his fingers on the table beside his gloves. “A few more months and I should be able to afford my own place. At least a plot to start building.”

You considered him and held your palm to the warm porcelain. Your mother was wary of men. You couldn’t make the decision without her.

“You didn’t tell me what you do.” He said.

“I’m a writer. Mostly pieces on the local species and whatnot. There’s not many jobs to be had around here but on the internet…”

“So?” He asked as he shifted in his chair.

“I’ll have to talk to my mother.” You answered. “Then maybe you can come check out the room. It’s a big enough place for three. Probably too big but there’s a lot of work to be done in the winter.”

“Right,” He said. “As I said, I’ll help out with anything I can.”

You squinted and gulped the coffee even though it burned your throat. You stood and gathered up your purse.

“I don’t mean to run out but I have to hit Marla’s.” You hooked the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “I’ll let you know before the end of the week, but… well, my mom isn’t an easy person to deal with. Not unless you’re related.”

“Got it,” He watched you placidly as he rose. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

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You heard voices from the front porch. You blinked and set down the basket of warm laundry on the kitchen table as you sighed at your mother’s mug. There was still tea in it which meant she had taken her first chance to chase her innate stubborn streak.

You’d argued for much of the morning as she accused you of inviting a strange man into her home and you countered that you’d merely agreed to a look at the house. No decision had yet been made, though the only reason your mother entertained the notion was the desperately needed money. And that had been your only winning point of contention.

You didn’t want the strange man living in your space anymore than she did but you also realised that you couldn’t possibly go on as you were. You went to the door, the thicker one open as the screen door was the only shield from the bitter late autumn air. You heard the creak of your mother’s rocking chair and the deep voice of a man. You recognized it even after a single meeting.

“...hauling wood, ma’am.” Was all you caught as you peered through the mesh.

“So you work at the lumberyard? My husband worked there before he tucked tail,” Your mother ranted. “That was almost twenty years ago.”

“Just like every other man in the county,” You opened the door. “Ma, I’d be down there too if I hadn’t lucked out.”

“I’m sorry about your husband, ma’am.” Andy slipped in as he stood on the bottom step. 

“Don’t call me, ma’am,” Your mother rebuked. “I’m not that old just yet.”

Andy glanced at you and you touched the back of your mother’s chair and stilled it.

“It’s a nice looking house,” Andy broke the silence. “Big property.”

“All that bastard left me,” Your mother swore and leaned on the arm of her chair. “Well, aren’t you going to show the man around.” She pushed back so you were forced to let go of the chair or else sprain your wrist. “Take your shoes off, sir.”

You nodded and waved him up the steps with a wry smirk at your mother. You held open the door as he passed and your mother looked pleased with herself as she rocked again. You let the door clatter behind you as Andy bent to loosen his work boots. He stood as he kicked off his boots and you rubbed your forehead.

“I’m sorry about my mom.” You said. “She’s… stubborn.”

“Don’t you apologize for me, girl.” Your mom called through the screen door and you quickly closed the thicker one.

“Well, nothing too fancy,” You stepped past him into the front room. “Living room, dining room,” You waved your hand back. “Kitchen in the back, bathroom as you walk through and the laundry room just on the other side.” You lowered your arm and neared the stairs. “Your room would be up here.”

You turned and he followed you up the noisy old stairs. The carpet at the top was faded and tattered and did little to cushion the hard wooden floor as you walked along the hallway.

“My mother’s is at the end. Mine is to the left and yours is right here,” You opened the door next to yours. “Looks out onto the yard, so not the worst.”

“Mmm, okay,” He paced around the bed and went to the window. He felt the lace curtains as he gazed out through the glass.

“I’ll empty out the closet. Probably why it smells like mothballs.” You explained. “Pretty simple, we share the common spaces and clean up after ourselves.” You shrugged. “My mom will leave you alone as long as you don’t get in her way. She usually stays in her room if she’s not out front.”

“That’s fine. I won’t be here much.” He said. “Just really need a place to sleep.”

“There is one other thing. My mother...she has some issues. She gets manic and sometimes… well, I can take care of her but I don’t want you to be blind-sided. She’s on medicine but she’s still adjusting and--” You gulped. “It took me a lot of convincing but if you want the space, it’s yours, at least until spring.”

“I don’t have a lot of choices but I’d be happy to.” He said. “And don’t worry so much about your mother. I was a lawyer, I saw a lot worse in the courtroom.”

“Mmm,” You tucked your hands in your pocket. “Well, anytime after Sunday the room will be ready for you.”

“Sunday,” He repeated. “Okay, that works for me. Should I call ahead?”

“Uh, yeah, you have my number,” You replied and paused as you heard your mother hollering. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“I really hope it’s a squirrel and not a bear again,” You swept out of the room and stomped down the stairs. You went outside as your mother was tossing a stone and shouting at it, the wind chime tinkling and swaying from the porch. “Ma, it’s just a bird.”

“It damn nearly tore the chime off,” She sneered. “Your grandmother made me that.”

“I know, I know, just sit down.” You nudged her back to her chair. “You forgot your tea inside, do you want it?”

“My tea?” She blinked. “Oh, I forgot. Again.”

“It’s okay,” You patted her shoulder as you went back inside. Andy knelt as he pulled his boots back on.

“Everything okay?” He asked as he looked up at you.

“It’s fine,” You assured him. “Sometimes her meds make her a little jumpy. And forgetful.”

“Anything I can do?” He asked as he stood.

“Keep clear of her if you can,” You advised. “I’m not going to sugar coat it. She’s a lot to handle and she’s not very keen on men.”

“The latter I guessed,” He chuckled. “I’ll get out of your hair and see you next week.”

“Next week,” You confirmed as he pushed open the door. “Drive safe.”

“Thanks,” He called over his shoulder as he stepped out onto the porch. “I’ll be seeing you.” He said to your mother as he passed. “When I come back,” He stopped on the second step and you got closer to listen. “I can fix that feeder.” He pointed at the broken bird feeder under the tree. “If you like?”

“Oh,” Your mother grumbled. “Well, I think that… might be nice. As long as it keeps ‘em away from my chimes.”

“I think it will,” He smiled. “My-- I used to have a feeder just like that.”

Your mother was quiet as she stopped rocking. Finally she cleared her throat. “You have a nice day, sir.”

“You too,” He nodded and continued down the steps. 

You watched him go to his pick-up before you spun back and went to fetch your mother’s cup. You returned to the porch as he was backing out and you gave the lukewarm tea to your mother.

“Friendly,” She commented and took a sip. “The ones from the city usually don’t have such good manners.”

“Mhmm,” You grumbled. “Do you need me to warm that up?”

“Go on, girl,” She brushed you away. “I can stomach cold tea.”

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Andy showed up on Monday. He called you the night before to let you know he’d be there and so you planned a trip into town with your mother to let him get settled. You waited until his truck pulled up, his tires crushing the pine cones and twigs as it neared. He got out and you handed him the spare key you had made. Your mother wore a parka and shivered in the car.

“We’ll be gone for a few hours,” You crossed your arms as you resisted the chill that nestled over the top of your scarf. “So you should be able to get settled in.”

“Thanks,” He turned the key over in his hand. “I’ll be discreet.”

“She’s in a good mood today. Well, until she starts complaining I left her in the car so long,” You rubbed your gloved hands together. “I’ll go. There’s logs by the fireplace in the living room. Heating downstairs isn’t so good but it makes a difference.”

“I’ll figure it out,” He assured. “You ladies have fun.”

“Ladies?” You arched a brow but he was hardly bothered. You nodded and left him.

You got in the jeep as your mother played with the radio and bemoaned the downfall of modern music. You shifted out of park and backed up as you tuned out her and Patsy Cline fizzling from the local station.

You went to Gerry’s, the only proper restaurant in town. Breakfast was often better than the evening’s affair and you showed up just in time for the lunch menu. Your mother gabbed with the waitress a little too long and you resisted apologizing on her behalf, knowing it would only sour her already brittle mood.

You ate and grabbed a pie from the display at your mother’s behest. She stopped by Geraldine’s thrift shop and bought another figurine for her collection; the porcelain wolves decorated her room and even some of the front room. You grabbed a few books you hadn’t read before and checked the time. You were certain you’d wasted enough time for Andy to get figured out.

As you drove back, the pale sky made the trees seem bleak in comparison. The first snow was imminent.

“You should make a nice dinner tonight.” Your mother said.

“Oh, I should?” You asked.

“I’m pooped. I gotta lay down.” She huffed. “But you always made a good chili. You can send that man off with a good lunch tomorrow if you make a big pot.”

“Mom,” You looked at her briefly. “You know his name.”

“I do. And that’s it.” She crossed her arms. “He seems nice enough but you never know. He’s not from around here.”

“No he’s not. But no one around here would pay what you want for that room.” You argued. “You’re lucky he’s from the city, they’re used to paying a fortune for shit.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“You said it was alright, ma. You agreed to it. It’s too late to send him off now.” You muttered.

“I like him,” She sneered. “I don’t like the way you look at him.”

“What?” You scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“If I was younger, I wouldn’t turn my nose up at him. He’s handsome but I do wonder how he ended up here. You said he was a lawyer.”

“All sorts end up here, ma,” You countered. “Kenneth used to be an ad exec and now look at him; he sells sod and salt.”

“Still,” She rubbed her chin. “You’re young. When I was your age, well, if I had been alone all the time like you are, I’d be rearing to go.”

“Ma,” You were almost laughing. “You’re crazy.”

“That’s what the pills are for,” She retorted. “But I’m not blind.”

“Okay,” You said dryly as you rolled your eyes. “I think maybe I should be keeping my eye on you.”

“Ha, maybe I should give you a few pills,” She chuckled. “I’m not that mad.”

“Alright,” You gripped the steering wheel. “I’ll make chili but don’t go on about this in front of him. It’s gonna be weird enough.”

“Sure,” She harrumphed. “I’ll be good.”

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As you took the lid off the deep pot, a billow of steam went up and the front door opened and closed. Your mother sat at the table after her nap and sipped on a hot tea. You listened to the floor groan as Andy stopped by the door and proceeded with lighter footfalls into the kitchen.

“I fixed the bird feeder,” He clapped his hands together. “Your chimes should be safe.”

“Oh, thank you,” Your mother beamed. “So sweet of you, Andy.”

“Not at all,” He said. “Simple work. Didn’t realise how much easier life is when you don’t have to think so much.”

He neared the table and grabbed the back of an empty chair. “You mind if I sit?”

“Go on,” Your mother was unusually chipper. “So how’d you fair? Got all your stuff unpacked?”

“Yep,” He answered, “Mmm, whatever you’re cooking smells good.”

“Chili,” You answered as you replaced the lid. “Twenty more minutes at most.”

“Chili. I remember--” He stopped and cleared his throat. You turned and watched him as he smoothed the front of his shirt, his fingers grabbing at the tie that wasn’t there. “I knew someone who used to make chili but it wasn’t chili chili. White beans and turkey… good but, I don’t think I’ve had real chili in forever.”

“You go down to Gerry’s on a Thursday and you’ll get some,” Your mother intoned.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Andy gave a small smile. “How was your day in town?”

You didn’t answer and looked to your mom. She frowned at you but quickly wiped it away.

“It was nice. You know, me and my daughter live together but we really don’t spend too much time together.”

“That’s great,” He said but barely seemed to see your mother as he watched you lean against the stove. “Well, hopefully I can help out some more and you can find more time for each other.”

“Uh huh,” You muttered. “Hopefully.”

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That night, your mother went to bed and you retired soon after her. Andy had been quick to hide after dinner and you were thankful for that. You told him you’d set aside a container for his lunch and he was almost sheepish at the gesture.

You climbed up the stairs and slipped inside your room. The night was quiet and no moon floated above to shine in the windows. It was almost eerie. You changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed with your laptop. You turned off the lamp, content to type in the dark and eke out a few more paragraphs for your latest commission.

As the night wore on, only the tapping of keys filled your ears and you found yourself slumping lower against the headboard. You flipped onto your stomach and hugged the pillow as you tried to keep going, yawns blurring your vision as your body resisted your determination. 

You didn’t recall falling asleep but it was a haze of visions. Your head swirled with your mother’s voice and Andy’s deep blue eyes. A blizzard turned the landscapes white and a wolf’s howl made you shiver. 

You woke, still on your stomach, an arm beneath your pillow, and your laptop dead. You groaned as you rolled over. The grey light of dawn filled your room and the frigid air raised bumps on your skin as your blanket was twisted around you. 

A floorboard creaked along the hallway and you sat up. You blinked at the shadow that flitted away through the crack between your bedroom door and the frame. You had closed your door; you were sure of it. Entirely certain as your door always stuck terribly and was quite a pain in the ass.

You drew a blanket around your shoulders as you stood and went to the door. You blinked and peeked out into the hall. There was nothing, no one. You sighed as your eyes froze on the closed bathroom door. You heard the sudden whine of the shower and the rattling of the pipes. Andy must have woken up to get ready for work.

You always wondered how the lumberjacks could handle the early mornings, especially in the winter. You turned back and closed your door. Your feet were cold on the floorboards and the rug was just as unwelcoming as you crossed to the window. Snowflakes blurred the horizon and shrouded the dawn.

Winter had come and you sensed a storm brewing.