#I'm going to hold him so gently in my little cockroach hands

[shadowofthehost]

I bestow upon Astor the a requested squishy human, Vincent Price— obviously, I have to, it’s for science! (Vincent also approves of science, so this has to be a win right?)

Breaking into Voxs place had become a bit of a routine for Astor, he'd climb out of whatever shadow was available to him. Dark corner, closet, space under the bed. As long as there was enough space for a body to fit through it, he was able to walk right into the apartment. And after a second of shifting, his body was solid once again.

Stretching his arms up, Astor hummed and stretched as he tilted his head towards the wall of windows, taking in the view of the city for a moment before turning his attention back to the apartment.

"Vox~!" He called, figuring he'd announce himself in case the overlord was home, not wanting to make himself at home just yet if the other was somewhere in the place. That and it saved him sending the media overlord a text of his arrival if he were around.

[taylorman2274]

Reverse Isekai Genshin Shenanigans

Characters: Gorou, Diona, Fischl & Oz

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Gorou and your pet dog have been getting along recently. I wonder why...?

Content Warning: Gorou Hangout Spoilers

Notes: [D/N] = Dog Name; Gorou can read English presumed.

Gorou was spending the day sitting on the couch and reading a book when your pet dog walks up to him. He barks at him to get his attention.

"Ah, [D/N], I haven't seen you in a while. Would you like to come join me?" He asks, patting the open seat beside him.

[D/N] instead woofs at him.

"Hm? What's that?"

[D/N] woofs a little louder.

"You're hungry? Have you had anything to eat today?"

[D/N] whines softly.

"Well that won't do! I'll go ahead and fill up your food bowl and then I'm going to have a talk with [Y/N] about taking proper care of you."

Gorou gently sets the book down to the side and starts to get up when a loud voice halts his movements.

"Do NOT listen to ANYTHING that LIAR is telling you! I'll let you know that I fed them nearly an hour ago!"

You walked through the doorway and approached [D/N] with a leash in hand.

"Also... Guess who's got an appointment with the vet today~?" You ask with a sickingly sweet smile on your face.

[D/N] barks as loud as he can right to your face and growls lowly afterwards. You look to Gorou and can't help but let out a small chuckle at the mixture of shock and horror on his face.

"What's the matter?" You ask with a smirk. "Did they cuss me out or something?"

"...I never knew such profanity existed..." Gorou shuddered.

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Your best friend gives Diona a bad good idea on how to destroy the alcohol industry.

Content Warning: Diona Lore Spoilers

Notes: [F/N] = Friend Name

You, Diona, and your best friend, [F/N], were currently all sitting at your kitchen table taste testing Diona's latest non-alcoholic concoction. More specifically, only [F/N] was doing the drinking. Diona only wanted to make the drinks and there was no way in hell you were gonna drink anything she makes with the stuff that is put in them, even if you know how good it will taste.

Currently, [F/N] was happily gulping down Diona's latest creation, which only seemed to anger Diona.

"*glug* ... *glug* ... Ah~. This has got to be one of the best drinks I have ever had in my life!" [F/N] proclaims as they slam their empty cup on the table. "What did you say was in this drink, Diona?"

"Grrr... I put a few pieces of cat hair, a whole lemon, a pinecone, and a cockroach I found hiding under the kitchen counter in a blender and then poured all of that into a glass of water." Her hair started to bristle. "Why is it that no matter what disgusting things I put in a drink it's STILL bound to taste delicious?"

You cringed as she listed each ingredient to [F/N] and you expected them to do the same. However, they surprisingly looked deep in thought.

"Hold on... You're saying that ANYTHING you put in the drink is not going to change how good it tastes?"

"YES! Isn't that obvious to you?"

"So you could put something deadly like poison into the drink and it would be the best tasting death drink you could ever have?" [F/N] interrupted.

"But of course. Even something like poi-" Diona paused. Her ear twitched. Slowly but surely, you could see an evil smile come across her face.

"Did you have to mention that to her?" You sighed.

"Hey, no need to get mad at me. I'm simply supporting her cause." [F/N] smiled with a thumbs up and a wink.

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It seems that Fischl has another side to her that you were previously unaware of.

Content Warnings: Out of Character Fischl, Swearing

Notes: [F/N] = Friend Name

"I'm back! Sorry for being away so long." You called out as you entered your apartment. Surprisingly, there was no response given back. It was quiet.

...Too quiet.

When you first left, you knew that there were two people and a talking raven occupying your apartment. One of which was your best friend, [F/N], who you had told to watch over the others, Fischl and Oz, while you were away. You had also told them to not let them leave the apartment for now, as you could not explain to any strangers why a strange looking girl had a talking raven with her.

You explored your apartment for any signs of life and eventually, you found Fischl and Oz in your bedroom standing next to the closet door. However, you had visited every other room in your apartment and were unable to find [F/N].

"Hey Fischl, do you know where [F/N] is? I couldn't find them anywhere."

Fischl and Oz turned around to look at you.

"Hmph! That mere pitiful human wished to make an enemy out of the Prinzessin. However, my Auge der Verurteilung foresaw their attempt to divert the course of destiny. Thus, I commanded Oz to rid them and their sins from my sight and doom them to waste away in the eternal night."

You raised an eyebrow. "You what?"

Oz decided to speak up next. "I'm afraid Mein Fräulein was challenged by [F/N] to a card game. During the game, Fräulein claimed [F/N] was cheating and thus decided to lock them in your closet.”

Your head whipped toward Fischl. "YOU WHAT?!"

"THEY UNO'ED OUT ON AN ARCHON DAMN WILDCARD! THAT'S WHAT THAT FUCKER GETS!!"

You and Oz had your mouth and beak, respectively, agape by Fischl's outburst. After a couple of seconds, Fischl noticed your shocked expressions and recomposed herself.

"Ahem... Apologies. Mein behavior was very uncouth of a Prinzessin."

You heard banging from inside the closet.

"[Y/N]?! Get me out of here! That witch is crazy!!"

You quickly threw yourself between the closet door and Fischl and prayed for a resolution between the two.

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Diona discovers the history behind the 18th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

Content Warning: American History

Notes: Reader is presumed to be from the United States. Diona is also presumed to be able to read English.

You and Diona were at your computer looking up American history. Diona was curious about the would and country you lived in so you decided to try your best to teach her all of the important historical events that you remember learning in school.

However, you made sure to hide all mentions of Genshin Impact on your computer before letting Diona come watch. You didn't want her to have an existential crisis.

The two of you were currently scrolling through the list of amendments in the U.S. constitution and Diona suddenly told you to stop.

"Wait stop! See that one? What does that say?" She asked, slowly inching forward to the screen.

"Ummmm... 'The Eighteenth Amendment is also known as the Prohibition Law. This prohibited the manufacture, sale, or transportation of 'intoxicating liquors.' This essentially meant a ban on alcohol bu-'"

Diona pushed you away from the computer and looked at the screen with sparkles in her eyes.

"WHAT?! NO WAY! THAT'S AWESOME! Looks like Mondstadt could learn a thing or two from your country. Hehehe." She snickered.

You carefully moved your way back in front of the computer. "Maybe. It's unfortunate that it didn't last very long."

Diona looked at you with a serious expression. "...What?"

"You didn't let me finish. 'This essentially meant a ban on alcohol BUT this would lead to the Prohibition Era of bootleg alcohol sales and consumption. The unpopular and ineffective amendment was then repealed by the 21st Amendment.' Essentially, it only lasted 14 years."

Diona was stuttering in shock. "H-huh? W-what? 14 YEARS?? Could everyone not see that they were living in PARADISE?!! UGH!" She crossed her arms. "Those drunkards would do anything to get their hands on alcohol. Who's the idiot that repealed that wonderful amendment in the first place??"

You quickly opened a new tab and searched for the answer. "Umm... Franklin D. Roosevelt was President at the time. But it's really Congress who handles the proposals and ratifying amendments."

Diona threw her hands up. "I don't CARE who handles it. That man should not have let such a thing get past him." Diona pauses for a bit, almost like she was thinking about something. "Unless..." She gasps. "Was he a drunkard himself?!"

You opened another tab. "Ummmm... Kind of?"

"GRRR…! OF COURSE HE WAS! Otherwise he wouldn't let such a thing happen! Looks like this country needs someone responsible to man the helm! Move aside!"

You decided to play along with her for now. You weren't worried about her finding anything inappropriate as long as you were watching over her shoulder.

At first, she searched up innocent things such as "How to run for President", "Can someone of Kätzlein bloodline run for President", and "How to become a U.S. citizen".

It was only when she decided to search for "How to mind control an entire country" that you decided to get her off the computer.

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Author Side Notes: These are just some short stories I thought of in my head. Please don’t take them too seriously.

[neko-naruto]

a formal introduction

Summary: Branch finds a moment to introduce Poppy to the members of Kismet properly

Warnings: None!

Authors Note: I know I'm insane about the Kismet Poly thing but trust me guys, it's good even without the side of broppy I included to ease the wider fanbase into the idea of it. @ohposhers briefly went insane over this with me so I'm tagging 'em just for that, so did @bulliestrolls

"Branch! You never told me you were part of Kismet!" Poppy squealed, she was bouncing a little bit, holding tight to Branch's hand.

He gives an amused hum, "You want introductions don't you?"

Poppy nods eagerly, "Of course I do!"

"Promise not to freak out?"

"I promise."

Branch leads her over to where the members of Kismet sit, Ablaze, Trickee, Hype, and Boom. They're huddled in one general spot, lounging on bean bags and chairs and sipping drinks. They all perk up a bit and straighten their posture when they see Branch walking over with Poppy.

"You're finally gonna show off your girlfriend?" Hype asked eagerly.

"Actually, I'm showing off you four," Branch said.

He got a chorus of intrigued and teasing 'ooh's and 'ah's from the ensemble.

"Poppy, these are my on and off boyfriends-"

"Your what?!"

"We've been off for a couple years now, Queen Poppy," Trickee said, "No need to worry about us stealing your man."

"You dated the members of Kismet?!" Poppy exclaimed.

Branch recoiled a bit at the volume she displayed, "It's still a hush hush thing, none of my brothers know."

Poppy nodded and zipped her lips, dragging thumb and pointer across them to imitate the zipping. She stilled grinned, "Got it."

"Wait, you didn't tell anyone about us?" Hype asked.

"Anyone at all?" Ablaze chimed in with.

Branch shook his head, "Then they'd realize I was part of Kismet, Hype." He took a seat on one of the chairs, "Which would've made it really hard to isolate myself."

"You should've stayed with us," Boom said, "You were so close to getting back your true colors."

"Why did you leave them?" Poppy asked.

Branch heaved a sigh, "Because I was getting tired of performing shows. I started graying mid performance sometimes, it was stressful."

Boom leaned against Branch and bumped their shoulders together gently, "Yeah, and then we'd all give you hugs and kisses and a fruit drink and your colors would come back."

Hype did the same to Branch's other shoulder, "Boom's right, we always took care of you when your colors started to fade."

Trickee rests an arm on the back of the chair, "That we most certainly did, we never let you go fully gray for even a second."

Ablaze knocks his head against Branch's gently, "The guys have good points Branch, we took real good care of ya."

Branch's face burns bright as his bandmate relish him with attention.

"Aw, how cute," Poppy teased.

All of them scattered away from Branch like cockroaches.

"Sorry, Queen Poppy," Boom said, a nervous laugh on his voice as he spoke, "Old habits die hard."

Poppy laughs and waves off his concerns, "I don't mind much, I'm sure that there's plenty of Branch to go around."

"Are you sacrificing me to my on and off boyfriends right now, Poppy?" Branch asked.

Poppy nodded with this smug smirk on her face, "That's exactly what I'm doing right now."

"Are you for real, Queen Poppy?"

"Really, you're not joking?"

"You're serious about this?"

"We can have him again?"

Questions assaulted Poppy from every single direction and Branch gave her this look. It spoke volumes, it said he was happy with just her, it said he wasn't ready for his brothers to know he was a bit queer, it said he needed more time before trying with Kismet again. And Poppy heard every single thing that look said but she pushed it to the side, pushing Branch past his comfort zone has worked in the past.

"Of course you can, only on one condition," Poppy answered with a smirk on her face.

They all waited patiently and obediently for her condition to be stated.

"I still get to be his girlfriend."

"We'd never dream of taking him from ya."

"Of course, Queen Poppy!"

"He's absolutely still yours in part."

"Really we don't need him twenty four seven."

Poppy's just smirking as Branch shoots her a small glare. He sits up and brushes off the touches and attention from the likes of his bandmates. He drags her out of the room to a place where Kismet can't hear the discussion that Poppy knows is coming.

He brings a finger and presses it to Poppy's chest, "You."

"Me?" Poppy asked.

"Yes you, I haven't talked to these guys in years, Poppy," Branch fumed.

Poppy gently nudged his paw away from her, "It'll be good for your health."

"To be doted on and coddled like I'm helpless?"

"Exactly! You stress too much, I can't take enough care of you alone! It's a blessing, Branch."

"Four of my sort of ex's showing up and you deciding I should get back together with them is a blessing?"

"Yes! Of course it is! I promise you, most of the time it'll still be me and you," She gently grabs his paw and holds it carefully. She gives a soft smile, "I promise."

Branch squeezes her paw, "Alright, Poppy, I'll try them again."

"Now let's go talk about a housing arrangement if we're all gonna live together!"

"One step at a time, Poppifer."

[makeyoumine69]

Call Me Babydoll 2

— PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: You hate to admit it, but it's undeniable the effect that Patrick has on you, even after all this time you couldn't stop thinking about him. After your last encounter with him, you hoped that things between you two would end, and you would finally have some peace of mind, but unfortunately Patrick had other plans.

— CONTAINS: Flirting, cursing, obsessive behavior, little touches, Patrick Bateman being sassy and seductive, pet names, kinda dirty talk.

— WORDS: 2.3k

— A/N: Hello my dears, I'm so glad you liked the first chapter, here's a new one, and I hope to post more in time. Please, enjoy!💗

— LINKS: [Ch.1]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [MASTERLIST]; [buy me a coffee]💓

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Bateman's baritone brushed against your ears like a silk scarf, and for a second you didn't even know what to say — your treacherous body captured the memory of his touch so perfectly, and it yearned for more.

Embarrassed, you crouched down to pick up the shards of glass, not even bothering to be careful. "Yeah, I'm fine," you blurted out, glancing up at him. "I just saw... a cockroach."

Bateman frowned in disbelief, mirroring your action and getting down to your level. "A cockroach? Really?" His question sounded more like mockery.

"Ouch!" you suddenly cried out in sharp pain, a single drop of blood falling to the floor, and Patrick couldn't miss it, as this sight evoked something primal in him. "Damn it!"

"Uh, Babydoll," he grumbled in a fatherly manner before gently taking your injured hand to blow on your wound. "What a reckless girl you are." 

With a soft click of his tongue, Bateman forced you to stand up and then quickly opened the kitchen faucet to put your finger under the cold water.

"Ow…! That stings a bit," you complained, glancing at how serious his face looked now, so focused, so defined — for a moment you just stared at his sharp cheekbones, they seemed sharper than the broken glass that had just cut you. "Uh, Patrick."

"I bet," he murmured, turning off the water when your wound stopped bleeding. "Be more careful next time," his velvety voice was oddly soothing now, but your heart was racing in your chest like a supercar. "Where's your first aid kit?"

His hazel eyes found yours so easily that you had to pretend you were just looking over his shoulder. "It's in my bathroom. I'll get it," you hiccuped as Bateman still held your hand and looked at you with a smug smile. "Thanks… thanks for the help."

His lips curled even more. "Anything for you," he chuckled, bringing your palm to his lips and tenderly kissing your finger just above the wound. "Babydoll." Every time he used that nickname, you felt your knees weaken and you almost went limp without even realizing it. Not to mention when he wrapped his hand possessively around your waist, holding you gently as if you were made of porcelain.

"Patrick..." You gasped almost breathlessly as you caught a glimpse of his curling lips.

With a mischievous smile, Patrick first tilted his head to the side, admiring the way you looked at him, before moving closer to your face, his mouth just inches from yours. But as you felt his warm breath waft over your tender skin, your father's voice echoed through the kitchen, forcing you both to pull away from each other like charges of equal polarity. 

"What happened here?" Your father halted in the doorway, his face a little confused and something telling you that you were in trouble. 

"I just—"

"She just saw a cockroach, Mr. (y/l/n)," Bateman chuckled as he turned to face your father. "(Y/n) seems to be a very impressionable girl."

"Sorry, Dad," you looked down at the broken glass. "I didn't mean to break your favorite glass," you mumbled apologetically, pressing your injured hand to your chest to hide it from your father. Patrick noticed immediately, and his cocky grin widened even more. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

With that, you stumbled out of the kitchen, leaving your father and Patrick behind, feeling the endless avalanche of goosebumps running down your back and hoping that your father didn't see you almost kissing his business partner.

After several days, you finally had to admit that Patrick Bateman had planted his roots deeper into your soul than you ever imagined. Night after night, you woke up drenched in sweat from the wild dreams you were having. In these dreams you were being ravaged by him, and each time it was different, but the common thread in all of these lewd dreams was the fact that you liked it. And this thing haunted you every day, when you were at home or at work, it was with you even when you were talking to your father. You had to suppress your emotions every time he mentioned Patrick, because you didn't want him to suspect that the two of you had a history, since he didn't seem to witness the image of your mouths almost colliding in a lustful kiss.

Damn it, why did you even think that he would kiss you, why did you even think that this kiss would be lustful? Why couldn't you stop thinking about him?

It was a rather gloomy day in New York City, the clouds above were threatening to rain at any moment, but that was the last thing on your mind as you packed your bag after a long day at the publishing house. As an editor, you had pretty strict deadlines, but this whole Bateman thing was making you a little lightheaded, sometimes it was hard to concentrate, or not even notice that someone was talking to you. It was so annoying, and the worst part was that it got worse every day. You even thought that if you ever saw Patrick again, you would tell him how much you hated him for all the shit he had done. But was he really to blame? What about you and your dirty mind?

"(Y/n), are you listening?" your coworker Nick asked you as you left the elevator and headed for the office exit. "You look like something bad happened."

"No, no, everything's fine," you murmured, opening the heavy door and fixing your unruly, wind-tossed locks. "It's just that my father has decided to make my life a little more difficult."

"What?" Nick asked, almost bumping into a random passerby. "Your father would never—" he stopped when he saw your upset face. "Uh, I just wanted to say that according to everything you told me about your father, he would never do anything bad to you because he loves you and…"

As the two of you approached the intersection near the publishing house, you saw a beautiful black limousine and a man standing next to it who appeared very familiar to you.

"...so you can always tell me what bothers you." Nick's words sounded like a faint echo, as if you were far away from each other, because the moment you recognized the person standing next to the limo, the ground seemed to disappear under your feet.

"Nick, Nick!" You panicked a little and clung to his arm. "Can you get us a cab? Please?"

Your friend frowned at your sudden request, but didn't ask any questions as he immediately started looking for the nearest taxi, but it was too late.

"Hello, (y/n)," hell no! Not him! Not now! "I've been waiting for you."

"And who are you?" Nick gave Patrick a glance full of contempt and suspicion. 

"Pat Bateman," Bateman replied with a fake smile that you already knew so well. "And you?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" You suddenly questioned him, crossing your arms over your chest, now unable to hide your irritation, although you didn't really try to.

"Your father asked me to bring you home today, since it's quite cloudy," Patrick's full-toothed smile made you almost grow angry. "Did you forget?"

Confused, Nick glared at both of you with a startled expression on his face — you had never seen him like that — so lost and betrayed?

"My dad didn't say anything," you started, rolling your eyes thoughtfully. "Why would he even do that?"

"Oh, Babydoll," Bateman let out a tired sigh before taking out a piece of paper. "Look," he handed it to you, ignoring your colleague's persistent stare. "Your father gave me the address where I can find you and take you home."

Skeptically, you took the miserable piece of paper to see your father's handwriting on it. At first, you couldn't believe it, but then something clicked in your mind, something that you didn't like. What if your father was trying to force you to get close to Bateman, so he could use you as a pawn in their business dealings?

With a foxy grin, you tricked him into thinking you were going to give him the note back, but at the last moment you pulled your hand away and hid the piece of paper in the pocket of your jeans. "I'll ask him myself."

You thought he would get nervous, at least that was what you expected, but not a single muscle twitched on his incredibly beautiful face. "Sure. You can ask him as soon as we get to your house."

You could say that after your failed ploy, his smirk became even more devilish, as if he could see right through you. Something strange was definitely happening, and you were eager to solve this puzzle, even though your instinct of self-preservation was screaming at you with red flags.

"All right then," you huffed, finally turning to Nick, who was still looking so shocked that at some point you felt guilty for making such a scene in front of him. "See you tomorrow, Nick." 

Fearlessly you pecked him on the cheek, but unfortunately you couldn't see Bateman's face at that moment, although you weren't sure if he wouldn't ignore this provocation as well. After all, this man was so different from all the guys you used to know. 

"Yeah," your friend murmured, blushing a little, and Patrick couldn't help but giggle, shaking his head in amusement. "See you, (y/n)."

Only after Nick had distanced himself from both of you did Bateman come closer, hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear. "What a show, sweetheart," he tongued your earlobe so unexpectedly that you almost choked on the air. "The poor guy must have cummed in his pants."

Exasperated, you turned to push him away, but he grabbed both your hands so quickly that instead of hitting him, you fell into his tight embrace. "Patrick, you are the bloody limit! Do you know that?"

Bateman just chuckled, pulling you closer and stroking your lower back. "Oh, baby, don't be like that," he mocked, closing his eyes for a second. "Don't break my heart."

"As if you have one," you grumbled, finally breaking free of his grip, though you knew you only did so because he allowed it. "I don't understand how my father can work with someone like you."

Patrick fixed his coat and stared at you as if you were a child talking nonsense. "Hmm, you can ask him about that too," he narrowed his eyes when he noticed you stroking your shoulders from the cold. "Believe me, he would tell you a bunch of great stories about how I saved his ass with some good investments. Your father owes me a lot."

The way he looked at you as he said those words made you shiver much harder than the wind. "What do you mean? Owes you?"

"Oh, that sort of things is not for a little girl like you, Babydoll," he crooned, stepping closer to caress your cheek. "But maybe someday I'll tell you a story, if you behave." Bateman chuckled and lowered his hand to your neck and entwined it gently. "And I have a feeling you would behave, since you love your father. Don't you?"

Breathing heavily, you didn't dare to move, only to meet his hazel eyes, which consumed you with their depth. "I know what you want, Patrick," you paused as his grip on your throat suddenly tightened. "And I really love my father, but that doesn't mean that I will allow you to turn me into one of your fucking toys!" 

Your words brought a grin to his face as you said exactly what he was expecting you to say. "Why did you even think you are good enough to be my toy?" His challenging tone only fanned the flames of your anger. "But I must admit, I do appreciate your temper." Grinning, he let go of your neck before spinning around to look at his limousine. "How about dinner? I am quite hungry. But first you need to change into something nice, those jeans look so tacky."

Instead of saying something rude, you raised your eyes to him as a very interesting idea flashed through your mind like an electric impulse. "Dinner, huh? There's a café I usually go to during my breaks at work," you chuckled at his slightly lost face. "Why can't we go there?"

"A café?" Patrick replied in disbelief, his eyebrows about to fly to the sky from how skeptical he looked now. 

"Well, only if you're starving," your voice was laced with playful notes as it was your turn to enjoy how awkward Bateman seemed to be right now. "Because I know yuppies like you only go to the restaurants to boast about getting a fucking reservation, not to actually eat." You blurted out, gesturing with your manicured fingers as you pointed at his now-confused face. "So we go to this café, or we go nowhere."

The deep line between his eyebrows seemed to become even more prominent as he gasped, probably facing this kind of stubbornness for the first time. "Argh, all right. Let's go to that fucking café. Lead the way."

"Why so grumpy? It was you who wanted to have dinner, Mr. 'I only wear my Rolex because all yuppies do, not because I need it to tell me the time'. What? Am I wrong?" You chuckled before turning away from him and heading for your favorite café.

Bateman caught up with you just as you were about to cross the street, and as the traffic light turned green, you felt a searing smack on your ass. Squealing, you spun around to face him, but he only pushed you further, forcing you to move on, and the only thing you managed to see was the shocked face of the old lady passing by.

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[mlmxreader]

Ecologists | Alan Grant x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ I wish to encourage your interests and read about hot men! 60. “You do realise that I knew you had a crush on me, right?” With Dr Alan Grant pretty please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ At Ellie's behest, Grant goes to visit an ecologist who he knows quite well... maybe a little bit too well, actually.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, age gaps, roaches (specifically my baby Riot !!)

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spotlight fundraiser : ̗̀➛ Save Dr. Farhat's family from genocide in Gaza

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It wasn't that Grant disliked ecologists, exactly, he actually respected them greatly and everything they did for conservation efforts, but he didn't like how he felt around you, specifically; half his age, you were strikingly handsome, and never failed to make his stomach turn into knots every time you smiled at him.

He was approaching fifty, you probably just saw him as a colleague and little else; his beard was growing thicker and longer, bits of dust constantly stuck between the strands.

Unprofessional and scruffy, Grant had showed up to your office in his usual dig attire - roughed up jeans, a stretched and worn shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and knocked around shoes that had certainly seen past their prime.

He looked around the office with his hands shoved into his pockets after seeing the various tanks and vivariums telling him not to touch; a vicious, large, snake watched him from behind glass panes. He knew the species, it wasn't venomous, but could certainly pack a punch if it wanted to; he had been bitten by one before, and didn't really want to be reminded of that.

The door opened, and Grant turned to look at you as he moved to hold his hat in his hands; idly fiddling with the brim as he watched you wonder around for a moment, a large cockroach perched on your shoulder.

"So," you hummed, laying a thick log book on the table between you both. "What can I help you with, Doctor Grant?"

He shrugged, putting his hat down beside the book and gesturing to the cockroach on your shoulder. "You have, a..."

You nodded, not even flinching. "Yeah, I know. It's fine, he won't bite... so, you called?"

Grant nodded, biting at the inside of his lip for a moment. "I got an invitation yesterday to see Hammond's island."

"I'm not going anywhere that that rich cunt has laid on his hands on," you scowled, and he laughed to himself. "So this isn't a social call?"

You sounded disappointed, but he pushed it from his mind as he shook his head.

"No," he said quietly. "Me and Ellie need you there. Need your perspective."

"I dunno," you mused, coaxing the roach onto your hand and letting it sit on the back. Its little padded feet rested on your knuckles as you locked eyes with it. "What do you think?"

The roach didn't make a sound, staring back at you until you nodded and looked back at Grant.

"Sorry, he says I can't."

A smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. "Ian Malcolm is going."

"And?" You scoffed, letting the roach wander up your arm again. "Doctor Grant, between us? I always thought he was a bit of a pillock... I'd rather stick with you and Ellie."

He was trying so hard not to laugh. "Well, we're going to this island tomorrow. You can come with us... and knowing you, you'd probably run off anyway the second you see something... you know, he probably has roaches there. Geckos, too."

You turned to look at your little friend as he clung to your sleeve and looked at you. You sighed, gently trading a finger down his back. "Alright. Fine, but only because you've insisted."

Grant smiled, relief washing over him for a moment; he still hated how he felt around you. His hands shook and his heart raced, his words had to be carefully spoken to prevent him stumbling over them. He hated how he felt. "Thank you, really."

You shrugged, coaxing your small friend onto the table. "You know, this species is fascinating. They're densely armoured and larger than others, but when it comes to males fighting over partners, they don't bite. They just sort of shove each other."

Grant nodded, bending down to get a good look at it. Its orange complexion against dark markings was certainly something to behold. "You know, we have reason to believe that these guys appeared in the Late Jurassic... maybe you should come on a dig with us, you can have a fossilised one if we find out."

"Doctor Grant," you breathed out with a soft laugh. "That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."

He froze. He could feel his face heating up and turning pink, and he hated it. His words failed, until you laughed loudly and patted him on the shoulder.

"Did you now know?" He heard you ask.

He shook his head. "Sorry, what?"

"You do realise that I knew you had a crush on my, right?" You cocked a brow, and he shook his head. Watching as you casually let the roach clamber onto your hand. "I'm young, not stupid, Grant. I just wondered when you were gonna ask."

He was still in shock, shaking his head to try and free something, anything, from his tongue. "But... I'm older and..."

"And we are in entirely different fields," you pointed out, grabbing some leaves from your various plants on the windowsill. You held them as the roach ate them from between your fingers. "I'm an expert in mine, and you in yours... besides, if my animals tolerate you... I think I will be fine."

His gaze drifted to the roach eating the leaves from your fingers. "Really?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "Now, are you gonna look at me like I smacked you all day, or are you gonna come into the back, have a beer, and actually fucking kiss me?"

Grant moved to follow you, turning around and grabbing his hat quickly; he held it against his chest. Maybe he should have called and told Ellie that she was right and inviting you to the island did help him tell you how he felt... sort of. He hated when she was right, but he wouldn't have loved to have anyone else as his best friend in the world.

"So," you gently coaxed the roach back into its tank. "This island... are you hoping to use it as an excuse for a date, or does that come with the invite to your digs?"

Grant shrugged, a bit lost for words. He thought you would have immediately rejected him. "Whichever you prefer."

"I'll take the dig," you told him with a curt nod. "I'll still go to the island, but the dig is a better first date... don't you think?"

[carminecandles]

♫⋆｡ I hate myself for loving you ₊ ♪˚

prologue here

chapter one here

desc: punk!f!munson!reader and sub!Steve Harrington are not too fond of each other. However, unspoken tension becomes unbearable when stopping at a motel on a group trip, you both have no choice but to share a bed. Will you two settle your differences or find other ways to make the other shut up?

Chapter 2: like the sun and moon

(tw: toxic dynamics)

Shortly thereafter, you toss and turn in your sleep. Steve sees the look of distress on your face and reaches out, hand hovering over your shoulder, wondering if he should wake you up.

You dream about the upside down again, the memories still haunting you as they still do for all of you guys. Steve watches your body tense and trash, clearly in the grip of a nightmare.

When you yell out he immediately shakes you awake gently, so that the sudden intrusion wouldn’t startle you further. "No, no. You're dreaming, y/n. It's okay," he whispered, grabbing you and pulling you into his arms as soon as you shoot up in horror.

You tremble a little, still too disoriented to realize Steve was holding you tight against him, rubbing your back in attempt to soothe you. Soon you steady your breath, the worry slowly draining out of your body as you realize you're safe, that you all are. As you come back down to reality you pull away from Steve, as if you were suddenly remembering that you're enemies.

Steve feels a little disappointed, an emptiness filling the space where he had just held you. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, his voice low and gentle.

"Yeah…" you reply a bit too harshly to cover up the shakiness in your voice. Steve understands your defensiveness all to well, knowing that vulnerability is terrifying, especially in front of someone you're supposed to hate. He doesn't push you to talk more as you hide behind a wall a toughness.

You drag a hand across your face. Steve's concern eventually gets the better of him and he asks, "Was it the monsters or something?"

You nod slowly, avoiding his gaze. He tries to lighten the mood and says, "Hey, at least I was okay in it, right? I was probably fighting them off and being cool."

The memories of Steve protecting you guys come back, and maybe it did look kind of cool but you'd never give him the satisfaction of admitting it. "Are you forgetting your dumbass keeps getting beat to the point of near death?"

Steve feels irritated at your jab. "It's not my fault the upside down keeps trying to kill me."

"And Billy, and the Russians, and--"

"Okay, enough. Point taken, I guess. I do have a bad habit of getting my ass kicked," he says with a resigned sigh, not wanting you to push it in any further. He's been through it more times than he can probably count, and it never gets any easier.

The shift in conversation offers you relief from the horrors you just relieved, and you chuckle. "It's gonna catch up to you someday, man."

Steve shakes his head in mock annoyance, secretly glad you're back to your teasing self and not the panicked mess you were earlier. He can't help but smile at the sound of your chuckle again. "Oh come on, I always manage to survive. Like a cockroach."

"You kinda look like one too," you say, trying to deny to yourself that you actually found him attractive.

"Excuse me? Are you calling me ugly? Well, you're one to talk. You're not exactly some model yourself," he says, though it's the opposite of how he truly feels.

"At least I can admit that," you retort. Steve might be pretty, but he knows it, damnit. That's what gets on your nerves.

"Hey, I might just be the best-looking guy in Hawkins."

You roll your eyes. "'Cause Billy's dead? It's not like you have other things going for you anyway."

He scoffs. "I do!"

"Name one."

"Well, let's see. I'm pretty good at basketball, I'm a loyal friend, and I'm quite charming if I do say so myself," he says.

"You were a sh*t captain who kept Hawkins from being in the championship or winning for years."

"Not true, I was a great one!" "As for the 'friends,' you make fun of them, jerk. And charming, my ass. You probably repel women."

Steve gives up on trying to defend himself, knowing it's pointless and you'll keep going at your brutal takedown. He secretly knows you're right but it doesn't make it hurt any less to hear it said out loud. That damn smirk, he thinks. Who does she think she is to constantly want to humble me?

"Yeah, yeah, you're a real know-it-all. You always gotta be right, don't you?" he says sarcastically, annoyed by your smugness but also feels a bit of begrudging respect that you never stand down.

"Because I am always right," you say, jokingly.

Steve shakes his head in disbelief at your confidence. "You've got a real ego problem, you know that? You think everyone else are just incompetent idiots." "Not everyone, just you," you say, trying to get under his skin.

"What did I do to deserve your harsh judgment? Other than saving your ass multiple times?"

You knew that it was true, he has saved you, and you him. "So that immediately makes up for everything you did? Besides you were just tryna be a hero and all that, and I can take care of myself you know."

He almost laughs at your stubbornness. "You can take care of yourself, huh? I guess that's why you almost got mauled by those demodogs. You'd be dead right now if it wasn't for me."

"You would be too," you say. Steve won't admit it outright either. You've both saved each other's asses many times before.

"That doesn't change the fact that you're a stubborn, know-it-all who's allergic to admitting you need help sometimes."

You know there's truth to his words deep down. "And you're just a narcissistic wannabe hero who wants to show off and have people cheer for you all the time."

Steve feels a stab of anger. "And you're just a cynic who refuses to see the good in anything, always assuming the worst in people."

"I just see the truth, and I don't think you're all that. You need to be knocked down a few pegs."

"Oh really? And you think you're the one to that, huh?" "But I have been doing that," you say, thinking of how you refused to put up with his bullsh*t and called him out for his attitude since the day you met.

"I'm not just gonna roll over and take it, you know?"

"Obviously why you're insufferable."

A small smirk tugs the corner of his mouth. "Says you. You're just as insufferable, actually more so."

You huff, running out of comebacks. "You can't offend me if I don't care about your opinion anyway."

Steve finds this ridiculous and tries to rile you up further. "If you don't care about my opinion, why are you still here arguing with me at two in the morning?"

"Because you f*cking woke me up!"

"I didn't do it on purpose, you were the one thrashing around and screaming my name in your sleep."

"Not like that, damn it," you joke.

Steve smirks, knowing he pushed the right buttons. "What's the matter? Don’t like being called out on your subconscious love of me?"

"Oh you wish, Harrington," you deny quickly. "That would sure feed your ego, wouldn't it?"

He knows he hit a nerve and continues. "Come on, don't pretend. It's not like it's a secret you've got a little thing for me."

"No, sorry dude but you remain b*tchless and desperate," you say.

"Ha, you're one to talk. You're single too, in case you've forgotten. So we're both b*tchless and desperate."

"Well at least not the desperate part, if I wanted to I can get almost anyone I want." Steve chuckles at your confidence, finding it both obnoxious and attractive. "If you're so irresistible why aren’t you taken, then?"

He had a point, you thought. But you weren't looking to date at the moment. At least that's what you say to yourself. Sure, you have had casual flings lately but… something is holding you back from more. Your feelings lie elsewhere. "Well maybe I'm just not interested in anything serious."

"Figures. You just want to have your fun and move on."

"Hypocrite, much? That's what you used to do."

He remembers his past reputation for going through girls like they're disposable, knowing he can't argue with the accusation since he had his fair share of using girls for fun and moving on when he gets bored. "That's in the past okay? I'm not that guy anymore."

"Well in my eyes you still are just a heartless douche." You couldn't stand his 'King Steve' persona.

Normally Steve wouldn't give two sh*ts what people still thought of him but for some reason your opinion irritated him, and he couldn't understand why it even matters.

"And to me you're a defiant nuisance. You think you're some sort of rebel, with all that anti-conformity feminist blah blah blah."

"Shut up, you're just a mindless former jock that was obsessed with the stupid social hierarchy."

He scoffs. Did you still see him as nothing more than a brainless cog in the machine that is the high school hierarchy? It's  been long since graduation, for crying out loud. "You really think that's all I am? Some mindless jock that only cares about popularity?"

"Well yeah, you were a total d*ck like every other popular kid, and probably still are… you couldn't have changed THAT much even though you pretend," you say, still hesitant to trust him after your guys' past.

Steve feels frustrated that you don’t acknowledge he's changed, that his past actions don't define his entire character. "So I'm still a d*ck even though I went through hell and back saving the world more than once? Risking my life countless times to protect my friends and a town that hates me? You think that counts for nothing?"

You knew he had truly changed, you saw it firsthand. But you just couldn't admit to him now when you're put on the defensive. "Town that hates you? Pfft. Please, your little daddy's rich and respected, you spoiled boy."

That mention of his dad feels like a punch in the gut. "You're gonna bring him into this now? You think having a rich dad makes everything easier? You know nothing."

"I'm the town freak here. A f*cking Munson, and thanks to my cousin I get called a Satanist and trailer trash on a daily basis. You can't know what that's like." You don't mention that Steve himself even called you insults somewhere along those lines, plus the ones that hurt the most were about your sexuality, which you used to keep hidden for a reason. Even though he might be accepting now but it wasn't always the case.

Steve can't argue that he knows what it's like to be hated and ostracized by the town in the way you are. "Okay, that's different. But it doesn't mean I don't have problems too. And you seriously believe I was the same arrogant prick I was back in high school?"

"Well I wouldn't know, you're still such a pain."

A pain. That's all he is to you. He doesn't know why it hurts despite being a common insult you've thrown at him. "And you're so f*cking pleasant all the time."

You roll your eyes, knowing you can't deny it.

Steve found you infuriating, but he can't bring himself to hate you for it. He was oddly attracted to your fiery personality. "You just love being the pain in my ass don't you," he scoffs.

"I can cause another pain in your ass," you say, chuckling.

Steve pauses. You're just referring to something violent… right? "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"Have you ever been pegged, Harrington?" you say, only half-joking.

Steve nearly chokes on his saliva but quickly composes himself, not letting you get the satisfaction of seeing his reaction. "What the hell kind of question is that?!"

"I was kidding," you say with a laugh, watching the pink rise in his cheeks. Secretly you want to do it, but you force the thoughts to stop distracting you.

"Yeah, yeah. Real funny," he grumbles. Steve hides his curiosity under a façade of irritation. He hadn't actually, but he wouldn't mind it being done by you.

"You still always seem to have something shoved up your ass though, except not as pleasant."

"You're the one with a stick up your ass, not me," he replies.

"Fine, fine. But I'd shove one-" "Woah, you're threatening me right now?" he says as you chuckle, his eyes narrowing. "What's so funny? You really think you can take me in a fight? You might have some muscles sure, but you're still a chick. I could pin you down in seconds."

You try to resist the urge to tell him to do it, as tempting as it was. But you smile and say, "Is that a challenge, Harrington?"

With that he lunges, unable to resist the opportunity to prove his point and wrap his arms around you, using his weight to press you onto the bed. "Since you're so eager to get your ass kicked."

Your foot connects with his side, and he grunts, feeling a stings where you hit him. "Jesus, ow! What was that for?"

He lets go of you and glares, rubbing his side. You use this moment to flip you two over, and Steve was caught off guard. You were back in the same position as earlier in the night, straddling him again. You couldn't resist shifting your hips to get comfortable and he has to back a moan. Instead he focuses on your smug grin and how you're mocking him to ignore the feel of you on him.

"You like getting your ego stroked like this, huh?" At that you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up.

He was about to protest some more but feels his cheeks warm up with the way you're dominating him, feeling both humiliated and aroused at being silenced like this. He hates how much he likes this but keeps his face expressionless so you don't know how much you're affecting him.

Steve tries to speak again but your hand muffles his words, making them unintelligible. All he can do is glare up at you, trapped beneath you. You pin him down harder, squeezing his body with your thighs. Steve lets out a muffled groan and bites your hand.

You let out a sharp gasp. "Ow!"

Steve grins and says sarcastically, "Oops, sorry about that." But he knows he's not sorry at all.

"Let me go, you're squeezing me too tight," he says.

"No," you reply firmly as he squirms.

"You can't just keep me pinned here forever, you know," he says, even though the thought of being trapped under you was turning him on a little too much, imagining what else you can do while he's like this.

Your thoughts drift to similar places and you grab the sheets, using them to tie Steve's hands together. He is shocked but also aroused by the restraints, struggling against them to no avail. The knots near his wrists are too tight and he lies helpless under you.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing…" he grumbles.

You stuff the remaining end of the sheets into his mouth and he tries to spit out the makeshift gag. "Now I can sleep in peace," you say.

Steve wants to yell at you, tell you to get off of him but he can't, and he's both frustrated and aroused by being bound and gagged like this, completely at your mercy. He feels your body press between his legs, making his mind go blank. You hold him down so you can't kick up at you and he wiggles, trying to hide his growing erection.

You shift your hips, acting as though it was just to comfortable, and Steve tries to hold back a moan, coming out as a muffled whimper through the gags. He feels vulnerable and exposed beneath you and hates how it turns him on. He's torn between wanting you to keep going and want to escape from the position you put him in. Each slight movement of your hips drives him crazy, his senses overwhelmed.

He tugs again against the restraints, feeling the fabric in his mouth getting soaked with his saliva. He looks up, eyes meeting yours and silently begging. But he feels heat shoot through him as you smirk down at him, enjoying the power you have over him and the contact as you 'accidentally' grind against him. With his wrists tied he couldn't push you off, but the situation ignites something in him.

Steve has to remind himself that he hates you, that he's supposed to be fighting this, but it gets harder to remember why. He feels a bit embarrassed at his lack of control, how you've reduced him to a helpless mess, since he's used to being the one in charge. Yet he wants you despite everything, and hates himself for enjoying this so much. He gives up fighting and accepts this position, feeling you lean in closer, your breath ghosting over his skin.

Your lips almost touch his neck, and he silently wills you to continue, but you suddenly snap out of your lustful daze and realize what is happening, pulling back.

Steve groans, looking up at you frustrated for playing with him like this, but you get off him, realizing you got way too carried away. Steve feels both relief and disappointment as you get off his body and starts struggling against the restraints against, trying to free himself and speak again so he can tell you off for what you just did to him.

You remove the gag and the untie the sheets, and Steve lets out a breath, collecting himself and rubbing his wrists a little, feeling the soreness from where the fabric dug in. He's not going to tell you that a part of him liked it and wanted you to keep him that way.

"What the hell was that?!" he says, hiding the slight hoarseness in his voice from the gag. Steve was still aroused from your little power play, making him more irritable than usual.

"I was just uh.. Shutting you up." You try to hide how much it excited you to see him bound, eyes begging… F*ck.

His pride was a little wounded by the implication that you can just shut him up whenever you want. "You can't just gag me whenever I say something you don’t like. I have a right to speak my mind, you know."

"Whatever. That was for pinning me down earlier."

"Yeah, well, you started it."

"You were provoking me and deserved it," you say.

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to gag me like that. That was a bit excessive, don't you think?"

You have to admit he's right, but maybe you just wanted to give in to your desires and have him at your mercy. It was quite arousing, honestly.

"You're enjoying this aren't you? Power going to your head, huh?" he scoffs.

"Now you’re making me sound like the jerk here," you respond.

"Oh, I'm making you sound like the jerk? Who's the one who just had me tied up and gagged like some kind of prisoner?"

You can't help the smirk that plays on your lips. "Maybe you're just more pleasant that way, without your cocky attitude."

"Cocky attitude? That's just my personality, sweetheart. Can't handle a little sass?”

"Nah, I like you better silenced," you say, not letting him know how much this is getting you.

Steve knows he should feel offended, but there's something about your assertiveness that he can't help but find hot. He tries to keep up his bravado but he's never had someone take control like this before, it was both exhilarating and infuriating.

"Oh, is that right? You like me better when I can't talk back to you, huh? So, what? You're just gonna gag me every time I piss you off now?"

You bite back, "I just might."

"And what if I fight you? What if I don't want to be silenced like that?" Secretly he feels heat in his stomach at the thought of you doing it again.

"You can try, Harrington," you say with a teasing smirk.

You keep saying my name like that and I'll make you scream it, he thinks. "Oh, I'll fight. Don't think you can just gag me whenever you want, sweetheart. I'm not some helpless puppy you can just tie up and keep quiet."

"Unfortunately," you retort.

Steve ignores the fact that he likes when you take charge. "Yeah, well, you just wait. Someday I'm gonna get you back for this, you know that, right?"

"Oh wow, I'm so scared," you say sarcastically. "Just go to sleep."

He pouts a little at your dismissive tone. "Yeah, whatever. Don't tell me what to do."

Still, Steve knows he should listen. He's tired and frustrated and lets out a sigh, laying down. You roll over and pull the crumpled up sheets over yourself. He stares at the back of your head, wanting to pull you closer but doesn't, knowing that it will just give you more power over him if you know what he wants.

Despite trying to keep a distance between you two, the bed is so small that your bodies brush against each other again. Steve ignores the way his pulse quickens, torn between maintaining his pride and wanting to press against you.

"Haven't you heard of space?" you bark.

"Like this is my fault, punk. Maybe if you stopped hogging the bed--"

"I'm not the one hogging the bed! I'm basically falling off the edge here."

"Oh, poor you. Cry me a river, princess. We're sharing a bed, which means we're going to be close. Get used to it."

"Don't you dare call me that!" you spat.

Steve grins at your irritation. "You're acting like one, all spoiled and demanding. Get over it."

You reach behind you to slap him lightly. "Hey! Watch it!" Steve yelps.

He rubs his shoulder dramatically as you roll your eyes and turn back around. The sting from the contact mixes with arousal and he lays there for a moment, trying to get a grip on his emotions and desires.

"You didn't have to slap me, you know," Steve grumbles.

"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to."

He huffs at your unapologetic response, not surprised that you've resorted to physical violence again when he gets on your nerves. "Yeah I can tell. You always gotta hit me whenever I get under your skin, do you?"

"Can you just shut up for once in your f*cking life?!" you say, exasperated.

Steve glares. "Oh, so now you're complaining about me being too loud? I can't win with you can, I? First it was too cocky, now too loud, what's next, huh?"

"God I hate you," you say.

"Well I hate you more, princess," he grumbles. Yet, deep down, there was an undeniable tension neither wanted to acknowledge.

"I told you not to call me that!" you say, frustrated.

Steve smirks at your indignation. "What, are you gonna slap me again if I call you princess? Go ahead, I dare you."

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? I'm starting to think you might have a masochistic streak," you remark with a chuckle.

"Nah, I just like pissing you off. You're always mocking me, it's a wonder I haven't strangled you yet."

You roll your eyes, knowing he's probably enjoying getting a rise out of you. "Back at ya babe," you respond sarcastically.

Babe. The nickname sends a shiver through his body. Now that's a new level of mocking, he thinks, trying to keep up his annoyed façade. But it's getting harder to stay grumpy when you're being so casually infuriating.

Steve shifts a little on the bed, feeling his body press against yours even more. The sheets get twisted and tangled as they move, the fabric rubbing against his skin as he looks at the back of your head, your hair messy from sleep.

"You're really testing my patience tonight, you know that?" he says.

"You don’t think you are? I don’t know how I’m gonna put up with you till morning," you reply, your comment causing him to roll his eyes at your persistence.

"Oh, now you're acting like I'm the only one causing trouble here? You tied me up and gagged me earlier, remember? And now you're complaining about me being annoying? That's rich."

You can't help but chuckle. "Well we're stuck here together, like it or not.” And just my luck, you thought. Here with Mr. Perfect Hair.

Steve hates that you find this situation amusing. But at the same time, the sound of your laugh is kind of cute, even if it's at his expense. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You think this is so funny, don't you?"

"Well it's way too easy to get you riled up."

"Yeah, well, you just make it too easy to be annoyed with you. You're like a damn mosquito, always buzzing around and biting me."

"A mosquito really? Running out of insults?"

"Oh, come on, you know I could insult you better than that. I'm just... sleepy. And frustrated. And annoyed. So, you know, cut me some slack, princess," he grumbles.

"I thought I told you not to-" You sigh. "You’re the princess here. A big one at that too."

"Excuse me?  You're the one being dramatic, who goes around slapping and tying people up like a damn psycho. Don't try to act like you're some saint." Steve's mind replays the memory of you binding and gagging him earlier, recalling how your body felt against his while you did it. He shakes the thought away, trying to focus on his anger instead.

Eventually, he just sighs. "Look, we’re stuck here. Can we just try to get through one night without biting each other’s heads off?”

You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. “Maybe if you stopped acting like you’re better than everyone, it would be easier.”

“Better than— Are you serious?” He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough,” you muttered, but your voice lacked its usual bite.

There was a moment of silence, a beat where neither of you spoke. Then, with a soft, almost resigned exhale, Steve lays back down.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said quietly. “But I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to be better.”

You turned your head to look at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. For a moment, the facade dropped, and you saw the person beneath the bravado.

“Yeah, well… maybe I’m trying too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

The tension between you shifted, softened. You roll onto your side again, grateful Steve hadn’t made some smart remark about you finally admitting you were in the wrong too.

He shifts a little, but freezes when he feels your back against his body, the contact making his breath hitch. His mind is a mess of conflicting emotions – irritation, frustration, desire. He tries to rein in his response, telling himself that he shouldn't be feeling this way about someone who annoys him so much.

You try to move away but it only gets worse -- your ass now pressing against him, making you blush.

Steve swears under his breath as a certain part of him reacts immediately. "Christ, can you move any further back? We're practically together here."

"I'm trying, goddamnit. Want me to fall off?!"

He swallows hard as he feels you wriggling around trying to move further away, the movement only serving to grind your body against his even more.  "Just… stop moving."

You sigh and stop moving, feeling an odd sense of disappointment, kinda missing the friction. No, what the f*ck, you mentally scold yourself.

Steve's back remains pressed against the wall while you're on the edge the bed. "You done moving around now? Can you just stay still for a second?"

Now you move again just out of spite and Steve inadvertently presses himself into you in all the wrong (and right) ways.

"Get away f*ckface," you say, your harsh words a stark contrast to the way your body is pressed against his. Yet you have no intention of changing your guys's current position.

"Get away? I'm literally pinned against the wall here. Not exactly much space for me to move, in case you haven't noticed," he says, but secretly grateful.

Steve shifts to find a more comfortable position but it results in him pressing even closer into you, making you nearly gasp. He feels your breathing getting shorter and your body trembling slightly, the tension building with each passing second.

"You're shaking," he says, the words coming out more like a whisper than he intended.

"I'm… just cold," you reply. Steve smirks and shifts even closer, if it was possible.

"What are you doing?" you whisper.

"Just uh, sharing the warmth. It’s not like I want you to catch a cold."

"Then why don't you give me more of that damn blanket," you say, pulling it off of him with a smirk.

He looks down, the cold air hitting his bare skin and making him realize he has nothing on but boxers. "Jesus, you could've warned me before taking away my only cover. Now I'm freezing."

"Deal with it," you say with a subtle glance over him.

He pulls the blanket back, covering himself up. "It'd be easier if we shared the damn thing," he mutters.

You huff. "Well why are you wearing f*cking boxers in the first place?!"

Steve grumbles in frustration. "I didn't exactly plan on sharing a bed with someone tonight okay? Let alone you. It's not like I knew I had to wear my warmest pajamas just in case."

You just roll your eyes and get up to close the window.

Steve watches you as you move, his eyes drifting down your body. "You're no better. You're practically naked." "It's not like I knew either!" you say, heating up now that you're aware of his gaze. You get back into bed and pull the covers over yourself.

"Seriously? Can you give me some of the damn blanket, at least? I'm freezing my ass off here."

"I just closed the window!" you say.

"Closing the damn window doesn't magically make the room warm, you know. I'm still cold."

You ignore him and roll over, glancing at the clock. "3am already? I would've kept sleeping if you didn't wake me up."

"Hey, you’re the one screaming and flailing around with that nightmare," he says looking at you, his irritation flaring up again.

"Like that's my fault? You weren't sleeping anyway!"

"Yeah, I wasn't sleeping because you're so damn noisy. Every move you make in your sleep makes this damn bed creak, and it's keeping me awake."

"Well just shut up okay? Or I'll-" "Or what huh? You'll slap me again? Nothing you do is gonna scare me, you know."

"Whatever. We need to sleep." You roll your eyes and try to get comfortable with Steve's proximity.

"Can you stop shifting around so damn much? You're making it impossible to sleep," he says.

"You're the one that’s all up on me!"

"Hey, it's not my fault we're stuck in this damn bed together." He shifts a little, feeling the heat radiating off of your body. "F*ck, you're making this so damn hard."

You snicker. "You're the one who's hard."

He rolls his eyes, embarrassed at your observation even though he tried to hide it from you. "Shut up. It's not like I can control that."

"Well it's f*cking weird. Get it away from me."

"You think I don't know that? I can't exactly just will it away, you know."

You want to make a flirty comment about helping him out but stop yourself in time. Instead, you roll over in hopes it's better but it only makes it worse as your fronts now press together.

Steve can feel each of your breaths and it only strengthens his desire. "God this is not helping. This position is even worse than the last one."

"You think I don't know that?"

He shifts and his erection unknowingly rubs against your stomach, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. "Jesus, this is torture."

"You don't say," you grumble. Your body feels like it's on fire from being this close to him.

"Can you just... I don't know, stop breathing so heavily or something? You're making me insane," he says.

"Oh you want me to stop breathing now?"

Steve huffs. "No, smartass, I mean stop breathing so damn loudly. You sound like you just ran a marathon or something."

"I’m breathing normally, you’re just annoyed for no reason," you say in denial.

"No you're not, you're breathing like you just sprinted up a mountain or something. It's driving me crazy."

"You’re the one who keeps squirming around!" you say.

Steve heats up in embarrassment. "Well it's not exactly easy to get comfortable with you pressed up against me like this."

You try to move back a little but it just causes more friction. Steve holds back a moan by biting his lip. "Stop moving, jeez."

He realizes as you move away that you're about to slip out of the bed. "Hey, careful," he says, quickly reaching out to grab you, his hand grabbing your hip to pull you back from the edge, closer to him.

His hand on your hip makes your body react in ways you can't control. "Why do you care anyway? Thought you wanted me to sleep on the floor."

"I just don't want you falling out and cracking your head open or something, okay? It would be a pain in the ass having to call an ambulance in the middle of the night."

"Right." You roll your eyes. "Cause that would ruin your nonexistent sleep."

"It's not like it's easy to sleep when you keep tossing and turning like you're having a damn seizure or something," he replies. Steve keeps his grip firm on your hip, acutely aware of the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. He tells himself to let go but his hand somehow doesn't move. He can feel his willpower slipping away as he looks at you, your face so close he can almost count every individual lash on your eyelids.

Your pulse quickens as his hand subconsciously tightens on you, fingers slightly digging into your flesh. "What are you doing dude? I'm not falling off the bed anymore, jeez."

Steve knows he's been holding on to you way longer than necessary and snaps out of his thoughts by your voice. "Yeah, I know, I was just… making sure, okay?" He winces at how obvious he's being and lets go, seeing faint marks on your skin that his fingers left and realizing he's been gripping your hip like his life depends on it.

He feels a surge of embarrassment and guilt at unintentionally hurting you. "Sorry… I didn't mean to grip you so hard."

"Harrington apologizing? That's a first," you say, secretly wishing he hadn't let you go.

He was about to say something smartass in response but he gets distracted when he catches the way your teeth bite into your lip. Steve swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he thinks about what it would be like to kiss you. He leans in just a fraction of an inch closer…

"Steve?"

He pulls away, the sound of his name on your lips reminding him of the fact you're supposed to be enemies. "What?" he says gruffly.

His sudden distance jolts you out of your very similar thoughts. You hate him, you tell yourself. "Nothing."

"Then shut up and go to sleep."

"I'm trying. You're the one grabbing me."

"Gee, sorry for trying to be a decent human being."

"For once," you retort sarcastically.

"Yeah well, at least I'm not some stubborn ass punk-ass chick who never shuts up and pisses me off all the goddamn time."

"Just go to sleep goddamnit," you say, filled with frustration.

"Fine. I will. It’ll be nice not having to hear your annoying voice for once," he says, rolling over, and turning his back to you. "And you better not keep moving around like a damn fish out of water."

"You're one to talk," you reply and shut your eyes.

Steve closes his eyes as well but as the minutes drag on, neither of you can sleep. His mind kept replaying the moment he'd been holding your hip. He turns and tries to remind himself of all the reasons he shouldn't be thinking about you like this -- the fights, the insults, the fact you're enemies. But he can't get his mind off of your body, the way your thighs press together as you shift around, the smooth expanse of your skin… his resolve weakened with each moment.

You sigh, realizing you could not sleep at all like this, and open your eyes, a little startled to see Steve's staring right back.

Steve feels a jolt of surprise when your eyes meet his, he hadn't realized you were awake and feels a little embarrassed to be caught staring. Still, it was impossible for him to look away.

The hint of light from between the blinds catches in Steve's brown irises and you stare at the way they reflect the moonlight. His gaze feels like a physical touch, making you shiver involuntarily.

"What are you doing?" he whispers, his heart pounding in his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"I uh… couldn't sleep."

"Me either," you say, your eyes traveling down the stretch of bare skin, seeing the dots of moles and freckles on his neck and chest that you long to taste.

"What… what are you looking at?" he says a little shakily despite trying to keep his voice steady. He can feel his muscles tense under your scrutiny.

You look away. "Nothing. Jesus, can't you put a shirt on?"

"What, is my bare chest bothering you?" he smirks, knowing you like what you see but are stubborn as usual.

"Ew, yes. Your hairy chest is gross as f*ck and you keep touching me with it."

"Oh you're so dramatic, it's not gross. You just have bad taste," he says, shifting closer so his chest brushes against yours again.

You fake gag and try to move away but Steve grabs your waist, amused by your exaggerated reaction. "Relax, it's just hair. It's not like it will bite you," he says with a chuckle. "Besides, you're gonna fall off if you keep moving back."

You don't say anything as he pulls you closer to him, his thumb rubbing small circles on the soft skin there. "You really are terrible at staying still, you know that?"

Steve squeezes your waist a little tighter, enjoying how you squirm against him. His fingers move down to edge the fabric of your shirt, slipping under to run along your stomach teasingly.

"And you talk too much, you know that?" you whisper lowly in response, pressing your hips up against his.

"Why don't you shut me up then?" he whispers against your ear.

"Is that a challenge?' You say with a smirk, not waiting for a response as you roll on top of him in one quick motion, your mouth hovering just above his. Steve's face is flushed with surprise at the sudden movement and you capture his lips in a rough, possessive kiss.

-

chapter 3 (smut warning) here

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

we have carpenter bees at my house and I'm so glad they don't sting. i love bees but i don't want to frighten them so bad they kill themselves on accident. but i don't have to worry about that with carpenter bees. they go bzzzzzz and make little homes in wood. once one couldn't fly so i tried helping it for a few hours but it still couldn't so i just cherished being able to hold a bee so close.

ive also held a luna moth, it was the height of my life. it was amazing. it gently sat on my finger and i watched its beauty and mourned the fact they live for so little time

in my math class im known as the kid who picked up a cockroach with my bare hands to take it outside. at home I nearly got bit by an opossum trying to pet it, and now simply cherish him from a distance bc I don't wanna scare him again

idk you've been talking about shitty things recently I wanted to send in an ask with a bunch of nice stories. have a nice day

(ps: good taste in grumpuses)

*points at your icon*

Same hat.

[darkimpala1897]

Completely canon qoutes from my season five au aka the au from my story warmth.

Jason taking his frustrations on a dead demodog using ammo they can't spare. Steve grabbing onto his shoulder frustrated,

Steve: "That's enough Carver, we don't have the ammo to do that. Now come on."

Steve going back to the front of the group, Jason throws the empty clip frustrated.

Jason: "Fucking cracker."

Two hours later.

Jason eating with Robin, Nancy and Andy, Steve was telling everyone his plans. Once he was done he looks towards Jason.

Steve: "Oh and Jason I'm not a cracker I'm better than that.

Everyone burst out laughing including Jason.

Gareth getting side swided by a bat, Eddie immediately ran to his side.

Eddie: "Gare!"

Gareth was alright he was just frazzled, he looked towards Eddie.

Gareth: "I'm alright, am I alright?"

Eddie nodded immediately hugging him because that scared him more than Gareth.

Their first winter in the end of the world, they have been walking for hours everyone was tired it wasn't even funny. Eddie trying to cheer everyone up. He looks towards Chance.

Eddie: "You got extra socks?"

Chance so confused knowing he must have missed have a conversation a little while back.

Chance: "Extra socks?"

Everyone snorts knowing what was coming.

Eddie and everyone: "Yea extra socks for feet, hands and balls."

Chance snorts so confused mostly because he was so tired.

Eddie clapping so happy everyone remembered: "Yay everyone remembers that one."

Jason watching everyone eating, it was snowing slightly. It made him happy seeing people laughing again, he had a medic's arm band around his jacket that Eddie made for him. Robin was coming around passing around beans and very stale ginger snaps. Eddie puts out his mug wanting more.

Eddie: "Robin, Robin me me please."

She dumps more into his mug before continuing on.

Andy completely grossed out: "This smells like my armpit."

Steve looking at a ginger snap wondering if he could use it as a weapon: "At least you're armpit is warm."

Robin being a smartass looking at them: "Would you like syrup with that ladies?"

Steve having a feeling Robin was lying about it being beans and was instead heated up dog food.

Steve: "Robin be honest with me, what is this?"

Robin holding back laughter: "Nothing you wouldn't eat in the real world Steve."

Andy: "I wouldn't eat Steve."

Everyone bursts out laughing because they were tired and cold.

Everyone talking about wounds with each other.

Eddie: "I'm missing a nipple."

Jeff trying to one up him.

Jeff: "Kevin got bitten in the ass back in Hawkins."

Chance decided to jump in on this.

Chance: "I almost lost my nuts crossing that highway those dam bats, but hey I have the coolest face scar so suck it."

Steve shaking his head listening to them, he looked towards Robin who was snickering.

Robin: "You most family traditions are normal, no ours is getting bit in the ass."

Steve bursts out laughing because it was so true.

Jason looked towards Chance: "How are those nuts Chance?"

Chance: "Their fine Jay so nice of you for asking."

The group finally finding house after months after being outside, there all sitting together in the beds which were pushed again. They hear one little noise and they take off cockroaches. Even though it was literally thunder. They started hiding up tables cabinets if it could fit them they climbed in. Everyone once they realized it was thunder bursts out laughing.

Dustin: "I think that was just thunder."

Everyone absolutely dying at each other.

Andy holding onto his hat looking at Lucas: "You scream like a girl."

Lucas gently shoving you: "I think that was just you."

The first time they managed to hot wire a school bus just to drive around, Nancy looking towards Robin wondering what she was doing.

Nancy: "Robin what you doing?"

Robin looking up from her notebook: "Um writing."

Nancy: "No shit, I can see that. What you writing about?"

Robin: "About the upside down."

Nancy completely curious: "Why Ro?"

Robin who's very tired and not really there.

Robin: "Well appears the upside down is bad, I thought I would write about it. Very bad stuff Nancy."

Eddie who was overhearing looks at her: "You don't say, the upside down is bad uh."

Eddie looks towards Steve who was just trying to brush his teeth because they had the supplies.

Eddie: "Hey Steve, Robin is writing about how the upside down is bad."

Nancy smacked him one well Steve was laughing.

Jason reading a book in his, Eddie and Steve foxhole, Eddie popped his head in looking at him.

Eddie: "What you doing?"

Jason: "Reading, taking a break."

Eddie: "Oh really, I love to read."

Steve appears out of nowhere looking towards him shaking his head knowing Eddie was just trying to impress Jason.

You're welcome I love just building a little universe around certain stories of mine, that I'm super proud of.

[casspurrjoybell-30]

Cry Me a River - Chapter 69 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"Death may indeed be eternal but the love we share while living is eternal."

To the Gallows - River

Sam's mouth opened and closed a couple times before a single word fell out...

"She?"

I nodded.

"For the time I knew... Noah, she was going by the name Alice."

A momentary grunt gargled his throat as his hand reached up to brush against his prickled chin.

I did not how to respond so instead I played with my fingers, peering downwards, watching as a cockroach nibbled on what was left of my loaf of bread.

I wondered, momentarily, if it was the same one that would come every day after each meal.

I wouldn't know, all cockroaches looked the same to me.

Though, this one was quite smart, always knowing the right time to come to my cell.

Quite like clockwork.

"Strong little fella, isn't it?"

"Hmm?"

My head tilted upwards.

Sam sent me a cheeky grin.

He licked his bottom lip and bent down.

"Did you know that cockroaches are actually pretty indestructible?"

I quirked a brow.

"Really?"

He nodded and peered down at the dirty, little creature.

"Once, there was a cockroach in our house. Matthew found it sitting right on his dinner plate, eating away at his half-cut chicken. He didn't want to step on it and get its juices all over so he threw it off his plate and into a bucket of water. Came back nearly half an hour later, dumped the bucket and it was moving around like a man on fire."

Sam raised his hands.

"It survived, holding its breath for nearly thirty minutes. Freakin' insane."

"Wow," I breathed.

"What did you do? Did you... kill it?"

"After all of that?" Sam scoffed.

"Thing's a freakin' warrior. Would've taken a poor-hearted man to kill it after it worked so hard to survive. Nah."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I took it in my hand and let out through the door."

He let out a deep sigh.

"It wasn't evil or nothing. It's only crime was wanting to survive, y'know?"

I nodded.

'Its only crime was wanting to survive.'

My fingers brushed lightly against the swell in the back of my head.

The gaping hole had long since healed and now all I had as a reminder of that horrid day was the acute pounding I got at random times from the small swell that still remained.

'That's all it was, wasn't it, Luna? You just wanted to live. That's all.'

I almost thought I could hear a low whine in the back of my head but before I could make sure of it a loud click filled my ears.

I peered upwards, just as the cell door screeched open and Alastair's tall figure filled my gaze.

His hazel eyes locked on mine.

His bottom lip was tightly pulled between his teeth as he crossed the cell in mere seconds and pulled me into his arms.

My fingers knotted into the back of his shirt as my head rested against his shoulder.

No words were spoken, which frightened me as he silently rained light kisses against my shoulder blades.

His lips brushed against my ear just as a choked sob escaped his throat.

"I'm so sorry."

A shaky breath escaped my throat.

My hand released its tight hold on Alastair's shirt to cup my mouth as tears bunched around the edges of my eyes.

No words would escape me.

None could.

There was no explanation needed.

Those three words were enough.

I was to be killed and Alastair could do nothing to stop it.

He may be king but he wasn't above the law.

No king was.

I took a deep breath, holding off my tears as they fought the right to fall. I wouldn't allow it. I needed to be strong.

One of us had to and by the sound of Alastair's broken sobs, it wasn't going to be him.

For once in my seemingly short life, I was going to be last to crack.

The last to cry.

I released my hand from its sanction around my mouth and instead rose it to Alastair's tear-stained face.

His face buried in my neck, tears wetting my skin as his arms held me tightly against his chest.

My fingers ran lightly against the side of his face, pads gently encircling the planes of his sorrowful skin.

"It's alright, love," I struggled to keep my voice even.

"We both knew this was going to happen. It was only a matter of time."

[honorhearted]

Lola nuzzled him. “After surviving a war, I’m convinced nothing can kill you.” 

"Hmm. I'm the cockroach of the Continental Army," Benjamin lowly agreed, grinning in spite of himself.

Properly straddling him, Lola brought the fire of her mouth to his cheek, his neck, and down towards his chest as she purred, “And what would your poor father say if you were to bring home a harlot for a wife, hm? You’d send him to a premature grave and rob me of a father-in-law.” 

Benjamin shuddered, wrinkling his nose as he peered down at her through bleary eyes. "I'd prefer not to speak of my father with your mouth on me, thank you very much... Still, you make a fair point." Sagging back into the bedding, he sighed as she continued drifting her lips across his torso. "The end of the war meant a fresh start for everyone," he murmured. "Or at least, it does if we did our job right. This is our second chance."

A very bleak, very lackluster start, but a start nevertheless.

Lola cupped his face, and then her long locks tumbled over her shoulders, curtaining them off from the streaming sunlight. Her eyes were dark and mischievous as she asked, “Anywhere? You would take me anywhere I wanted to go just to see me smile?”

Self-conscious, Benjamin nodded. "Yes...anywhere," he affirmed. What more did he have to lose?

“I don’t know," Lola admitted. "I’ve not been to many places before, but I would love to see as much of this beautiful country as possible.” 

"As would I," he admitted. "The brunt of my travel was based on war and reconnaissance...I never truly got to stop and enjoy New Jersey and Pennsylvania." Brushing his fingers through her hair, Benjamin sucked a breath once she rocked her hips into his and he squeezed his eyes shut, attempting as little stimulation as possible.

“Where can you take me that’s exciting?" Lola prodded. "I want to see great and spectacular things that hardly anyone has the pleasure of witnessing in their lifetime. I want to be amazed, and excited, and terrified.”

"Sounds like you want to be inside His Excellency's war tent," Benjamin muttered, though he was smiling. Opening his eyes again, his hands fell to her waist and he loosened his hold, gently stroking. "What about someplace down south? I never got to participate in the southern campaign -- not beyond Yorktown -- so the southern states haven't yet been soured to me." He smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Beside: I very much doubt you wish to see my hometown, given how none of what you wish for can be found in Setauket."

"You're trying to kill me," he huskily accused, prompting from Lola a sweet giggle as she sensually tugged his lower lip with her teeth. 

“After surviving a war, I’m convinced nothing can kill you.” 

In response to her teasing concerning marriage, Benjamin challenged through a hum as Lola continued to litter his torso with fleeting little kisses, "Would you want me to? I was under the impression you're not a woman to be tamed." 

“And what would your poor father say if you were to bring home a harlot for a wife, hm?” she volleyed playfully, “You’d send him to a premature grave and rob me of a father-in-law.” 

Lola had no true intention of marrying Benjamin, but it was a silly notion to harmlessly entertain, seeing as it appeared to please her lover. And it was all a part of the job to keep her client happy, was it not? A happy client meant a frequent client. 

"Is there anywhere you've always wanted to go, but never have?" he asked hesitantly as Lola absentmindedly nuzzled his neck, her hand splayed over his bare chest, "I know it's ridiculous, but...I never get to see joy anymore. And if I can't see it in my own reflection, then I'd at the very least like to see it in the faces of those I care about. If...i-if that makes sense." 

There were times such as this that Lola was surprised by Benjamin. Even after suffering through a lengthy war, he had such a kind and generous heart. He was too good to be associated with her crowd – even if she did resent it when people thought that way – but Benjamin wasn’t like that. If she hadn’t known him to be a seasoned soldier, she’d worry that the world would very well chew him up and spit him out into the gutter. Perhaps, in a way, it had, and yet his kindness still remained. Truly, he was a fascinating specimen. 

His self-consciousness evident, Benjamin averted his eyes. "I don't even know what I enjoy anymore. I know what used to make me feel, and yet I struggle so hard to experience even a modicum of what I once could."

Sadly, Lola could relate. She’d spent so long in the fray of this mundane life, merely surviving day to day, that she’d grown painfully bored of it all. So much so that she tested boundaries in ways that could very well put her in danger. She could hardly bring herself to fear much for her own life if it meant that she could feel something. Feel what it was like to be truly alive even for just a fraction of a moment. 

“Anywhere?” she finally echoed, gingerly caressing his chin and turning his head to meet her curious gaze, “You would take me anywhere I wanted to go just to see me smile?”

It was an endearing thought, one she was happy to indulge. Smiling warmly, Lola shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ve not been to many places before, but I would love to see as much of this beautiful country as possible.” 

Here, she straddled him, rolling her hips teasingly and tossing her hair back over her shoulders with a calculated turn of her head, “Where can you take me that’s exciting? I want to see great and spectacular things that hardly anyone has the pleasure of witnessing in their lifetime. I want to be amazed, and excited, and terrified.”

[milazka]

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟔𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : @𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐱𝟗𝟔​ « 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐣𝐣 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐣 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫/𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐣 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ! »

𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭... 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞!

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Sitting on Kiara's bed, you smile when you see her come out of the bathroom. Dressed in a purple satin dress, her hair pulled up into a bun decorated with a flower crown; she is simply stunning.

 “Wow, you look amazing Kie!” You compliment her when she turns on herself.

 “Thank Y/n, you’re gorgeous too!” She says, pointing your outfit.

You are wearing a flamboyant short red dress with an open back that highlight your tanned skin. Despite your parents' disagreement, you have matched your low black converses to your outfit rather than a pair of high heels. Your hair is styled in half a bun and you’re only wearing mascara.

 “I hate this thing, it’s so not us.” She sighs, sitting on the bed beside you.

 “I know, Kie. That’s the bad side of having kooks as parents.” You say to her, resting your head on her shoulder.

 Your parents are part of the rich class, the kooks, your father being Ward Cameron's brother. You never adhered to this way of life and it has always created differences between you and your father. Luckily, you met Kie trough your cousin Sarah. Kiera became your best friend and you two spend all your time with the boys, living your life Pogue style.

 “Kiara, Y/n! C’mon, we’re leaving!” Yells Kiara’s mother from downstairs.

 “We’re coming!” Kie yells back.

 “Let the torture begin.” You whispers, making her laugh.

 ***

 The back yard is packed with wealthy family members, enjoying appetizers or sipping a glass of champagne. After having discreetly wedged a glass of straight vodka, you head towards Pope who takes care of rinsing the oysters.

 “What do we have here? A pogue? Dégoutant!” You say with a bad french accent behind his back, a mocking smile on your lips.

 “Do we have to shuck these ourselves?” Kiara adds with a fake English accent. “Cause it might mess up our costumes.”

 Pope turns and laughs when he sees you both. You do your handshake and stand next to him, watching the kooks' extravagant costumes.

 “We’re in the lion’s den.” Kiara sigh, watching Topper and his pocket dog Kelce.

 “You couldn't say better.” You say in a low voice.

 “Hey Y/n… Have you heard from JJ?” Pope hesitantly asks you.

 Right. In addition of having to attend a party that you hate, you had to watch your boyfriend take the blame for Pope this afternoon without being able to do anything.

 “No and it’s driving me crazy.” You reply, biting your bottom lip.

 “Don’t worry, he’ll be alright. You know he’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach.” Kie reassures you, running her hand over your arm.

 “I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s all my fault.” Pope says, guilt taking places on his face.

 “You didn’t do it. He made the decision by himself.” You smile to Pope. “He did it for your good.”

 “And Topper almost killed you. Remember?” Kie says.

 Your discussion is interrupted by thunderous applause. You look up, seeing your uncle come in with your cousins. You meet the gaze of your father who makes you big eyes, beckoning you to join him.

 “I have to go; duty calls me.” You sigh, pretending to throw up. “I’ll see you later.”

 ***

 The garden is lit by hundreds of small lights since the sun went down. You wince when you see what time it is; you've been standing next to your father, who is so proud to introduce you to the new members of the club, for over an hour. On several occasions he tried to convince you to chat with rich young men in the hope of finding you "a future decent pretender". Your father does not accept that you are in a relationship with JJ, and he makes sure to let you know.

 “So, Y/n, you look stunning tonight.” Kelce compliments you, standing in front of you. “Your dad said you wanted to talk to me.”

 You stop walking suddenly since he blocks your path.

  “Don't even think for a minute that I'm interested in you.” You warn him. “I never said that; my father made it all up.”

 “Maybe you're not into me, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun.” He tells you in a voice full of innuendo, moving closer to you.

 “No, thanks. Plus, I have a boyfriend.” You reply, pushing him gently with your hands to pass.

 As soon as you take a step, a hand grips your wrist firmly and pulls you into the bathroom. Kelce pushes you against the wall without letting go of your wrists, making you squeak in pain.

 “Get off of me!” You shout, trying to push him away but he’s way stronger than you.

  One of his hands slides down your back and grabs your butt. You try to free yourself from his grip by squirming, a tear runs down your cheek. When he is about to unzip your jumpsuit, the door suddenly opens. Two boys grabbing each other by the collar enter. One is about to punch the other, but they immediately stop when they hear your screams.

 “Hey JJ, looks like your girlfriend is having a good time with my best friend.” Your cousin Rafe says, an arrogant smile on his lips.

 JJ, who’s dressed in a waiter's suit, suddenly turns and his eyes darken at the sight of Kelce's hands on your body. He quickly let go of Rafe's grip, spitting on his face, and sends his fist into Kelce's head before he has time to react. The boy finally let go of your wrists and falls to the ground, struck by the impact. You take a deep breath and massage your red wrists as JJ punches Kelce multiple times. Rafe is about to grab JJ, but you’re quicker than him; you knee your cousin in the balls, making him lose his balance.

  “Gentlemen!” A security guard shouts, making JJ let go of Kelce who’s lying on the ground. “Is there a problem here?”

 “Pardon me, officer. No, there’s not an issue… Actually, yes, there is an issue. This guy on the floor was just about to abuse of this young woman.” JJ replies to the guard, taking your hand in his.

 “It’s true, sir.” You add, showing your bruised wrists to the officer.

 “She was into him! She’s just a little lying slut.” Rafe spits while glaring at you with guns in his eyes.

JJ lets go of your hand and almost sends his fist into Rafe's face, but the officer holds him back.

 “I’m gonna need to escort you out, young man.” The officer states, grabbing JJ’s arms. “And you, lady, I’m gonna asks you to leave the man’s bathroom.”

 JJ tries to escape from the guard's grip as he escorts him to the backyard.

 “Look, I can walk myself, man. I got legs. Can you see that, brother?” JJ mocks him once he’s on the patio.

 You walk out and Kiara joins you quickly, questioning you with her eyes. You see JJ stalling a glass of alcohol and starting to shout nonsense in the middle of the crowd.

 “Let go of him!” Shouts Kie, seeing that you are frozen.“You can’t just boot him!”

 “Excuse me, ma’am?” The officer questions.

 “I invited him here.” You say before Kie, making you deserve a look of disapproval from your father. “I’m a member of this club.”

 JJ smiles at you and pushes away the guard who almost falls on the ground.

  “Sorry about that!” JJ says before turning himself to catch you and Kie’s gazes. “Mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Y/n and Kie.”

 A stupid grin takes place on your lips while you challenge your father’s disapproval gaze.

 “Pope, you as well, all right? Rixon’s Cove. Let’s roll.” JJ adds, walking backwards in the crowd. “All right, Y/n, come on! Workers of the world unite. Throw off your chains, babe!”

  Your father walks up to you and try to grab you by the arm, but you dodge, arrogantly smiling at him before you start running straight to JJ who joined John B on the grass. You jump in his arms and he grabs you by the waist to make you spin, quickly kissing your lips that taste like coconut due to the pinacoladas that you drank.

 “Later, losers!” Shouts John B to the crowd before you all start to run toward the boat.

 Once on the sand, John B gets on the boat first and helps Kie jump in because she’s struggling with her dress while Pope gets behind the wheel. You help JJ move the boat away from the shore by pushing on the front. He climbs aboard the boat and grabs your two hands to pull you up. You land with both feet on the front of the HMS Pogue as he hugs you tightly.

 “We’re back in the G-game, baby.” JJ whispers to your ear, a little smirk on his face.

 You smile at him and put yourself on tiptoe to press your lips against his. He wraps his hands around your waist and you feel him smile against your lips when Pope reacts by grunting like he always does when you two kisses in front of him and the others. JJ puts you on his lap as he sits in the front because the boat begins to pick up speed.

 “I managed to add a pogue element to my outfit.” You proudly smile to JJ, showing him your shoes that he offered you a year ago.

  “That’s my girl.” He proudly says before grabbin your face to kiss your lips.

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“Oh, I’m delighted that you would say so. Allow me.” he chimed, grinning with a cattish grin. Major Panic nudged closer, one hand hooked around his heavy leather belt, assuming the natural stance of his authority. The corners of his smile crept up higher as his attention turned down to the other man, white pupils bright and clear.

“The funny thing about men with big guns…”

Lower his chest inched, leaning forward until Panic’s mouth sat beside the man’s awaiting ear. Close enough did their bodies come that his heavy belt buckle knocked against the other man’s torso. His glove splayed over the base of the smaller man’s throat. He whispered.

“…Is that they aren’t afraid to use them.”

By chance did his eyes stray over the other’s shoulder. His expression changed with a pause.

“You have the curliest antennae I’ve ever seen on a cockroach.”

The smaller man's face was bright red at this point, he had begun to sweat, was it getting hot in there or was it just him? He gulped, feeling the tightness in his throat clear as day now, thanks to the other's grip around his neck. Ooh...getting kinky~

"O-oh, hah...I wouldn't doubt that for a slight second~ you seem to have plenty of experience..." he allowed his hands to gently, carefully wrap around at the other's gloved hand that was currently resting around his neck, he simply needed to feel that leather!

What he said next kind of caught him off guard, but it wasn't something unwelcomed. His anatomy was odd ever since he came back to life, even he knew that.

"Oh- ! Mi querido, they aren't..a-always like that. They curl up and go back there, behind my skull, when I'm in this form- since I do not need them to guide myself around, you know how roaches work...as a human, I've got my eyes and hands perfectly working and able to reach things! So, why would I need the antennaes?" He raised a brow with a smug smirk, before one of his hands were to reach to take hold of one of them, twirling the thin insect part around his finger.

He shivered a little as he did so, "they- they are still rather sensitive at the touch, though- and that only benefits me further~" he let out a soft chuckle, letting go of the antenna and giving himself another shiver that he clearly seemed to enjoy thanks to the hypersensitivity of the antennaes- he loved those things when it came to saitsfying his own needs.

This guy was down bad.

“People don’t need to know me to like me, silly.”

“Everyone loves a man with big guns.”