#and only got around to finishing it last night

[mugglebornmarvelite]

New Year, Still His Sunshine

Paring: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Fem! Reader (Grumpy x Sunshine)

Summary: As the Avengers ring in the New Year, Bucky Barnes struggles with jealousy and admiration for you, the team’s resident ray of sunshine. Amid the chaos, Bucky's protective instincts kick in when someone makes you uncomfortable. But as the night unfolds, Bucky discovers that he might not be as immune to your light as he once thought.

Word Count: Roughly 1.4k 

Warnings: Fluff, protective Bucky, suggestive content, one curse word (at least I think so)

Author’s Note: Happy New Year! I hope this brings a little warmth to your day. If it’s still New Year’s Eve for you, have another drink. Even if it’s not, have another drink, you totally deserve it 🥂

Divider by: @strangergraphics

The party was in full swing at the Avengers Tower, the New Year’s Eve atmosphere buzzing with excitement as music thumped and laughter echoed through the Tower. Ever the extravagant host, Tony Stark had outdone himself yet again, turning the space into a sparkling wonderland of lights and glamour. 

Everyone was dressed to the nines, including you, wearing a purple dress that flowed around you like water, the delicate fabric catching the light with every twirl.

Wanda had insisted on taking you dress shopping, and Natasha came too, not entirely trusting Wanda's creative judgment. The last time, she bought you a bright orange dress you couldn’t even sit in.

You were radiant, your purple dress catching the light as you moved with effortless grace. Its daring cut turned heads, but your sunshine-like presence and your infectious laughter truly stole the spotlight. 

At least for him.

Bucky’s jaw tightened as he watched you, his sharp blue eyes narrowing when a cocky junior agent approached. 

Steve and Sam caught the way Bucky’s gaze darkened.  

“You’re staring,” Steve teased, nudging his best friend.  

“Go talk to your girl,” Sam chimed in, grinning. “It won’t kill you, Barnes.”  

Bucky grunted in response, forcing himself to look away. 

“She’s fine,” he muttered, though his clenched fists betrayed him.  

But then the junior agent got too close. The kid leaned in, his smirk too smug, his tone too slick. You smiled politely, but Bucky could see the shift in your demeanor. The way your bubbly confidence dimmed slightly as you stepped back, you were uncomfortable but too sweet to be harsh. 

That was his last straw.  

Bucky pushed off the wall and strode over, his imposing presence making the agent step back instinctively. “You got something to say; you say it to me,” Bucky growled, his voice low and menacing.  

The agent stammered, backing away under Bucky’s glare. “N-no, sir, I was just-”  

“Leaving,” Bucky finished for him. The kid didn’t need to be told twice.  

“Bucky, I was fine,” you said softly once the agent scurried off, but your voice wavered.  

Bucky turned to face you fully, his hard expression softening the moment he saw the unshed tears in your eyes. 

“Hey, none of that,” he murmured, his voice dropping so only you could hear. “You cry; I might actually have to hurt someone, yeah?”  

You blinked up at him, surprised by the rare gentleness in his tone. “I wasn’t going to cry,” you sniffled, though your voice betrayed you.  

“Sure you weren’t,” he said, raising a brow as he reached out and brushed a gloved hand against your cheek, drying the corner of your eye.  

Your lips twitched into a weak smile. “You don’t have to be so mean on my behalf. I could have told him off.”  

“Yes, I do,” he said bluntly. “You’re too nice to people.”  

“That’s not a bad thing,” you replied, your smile softening.  

“It is when they don’t deserve it,” he countered, his voice gruff but protective.  

You let out a small laugh, the sound warming something cold and guarded inside him. 

His heart.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said.  

“And you’re fucking annoying and you drive me mad, sunshine,” he retorted, though there was no real bite to his words. He paused, his eyes meeting yours. “But I like you better when you’re smiling. So go back to that, will you?”  

You grinned up at him, your sunshine fully restored. You leaned in and wrapped your arms around him in a quick hug. “Thanks, Bucky.”  

He stiffened for half a second before awkwardly patting your back. “Yeah, yeah. Go on before I change my mind.”  

You laughed and skipped off to rejoin Natasha and Wanda, leaving Bucky standing there, watching you with a look that was equal parts exasperation and fondness.  

Steve walked up to him, a knowing smirk on his face. “So, you’re not interested, huh?”  

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky muttered, but his gaze remained on you, a quiet thought slipping through his mind. 

Yeah, I’m definitely a goner.

Not long after, you escaped to the rooftop to see the fireworks. You leaned against the cold metal railing, your purple dress rippling behind you. The hum of the party inside felt miles away as you stared up at the sky. Your thoughts drifted, the quiet of the night offering you a moment of solitude to reflect.

Your year full of chaos, obstacles and laughter. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You sighed, a small smile gracing your lips.

The faint thud of boots echoed and a shadow fell over you. You didn’t need to turn to know it was Bucky. He had that presence about him that was strong and unwavering.

“Thought I might have found you here,” he said, his voice warm as he stood beside you. His eyes swept over the horizon, almost as if he were scared to meet your eyes. 

You glanced up at him with a playful smile. "You coming out to watch the fireworks, or did you just need some space?"  

Bucky didn’t answer right away. 

Instead, the night's first fireworks erupted above you, lighting the sky in a dazzling cascade of colors.

Without a word, Bucky pulled off his leather jacket and draped it around your shoulders. The warmth of it was immediate, cocooning you in its familiar scent of worn leather and his cologne, something uniquely him.  

"You looked cold," he muttered, his voice softer than usual. 

He didn’t meet your gaze; his eyes still trained on the fireworks display. But you could feel his gaze on you.  

A soft smile tugged at your lips. "Thanks, Bucky."�� 

As the fireworks continued, bursting overhead in bright, colorful explosions, you stood a little closer to him.

"You're not going to drag me back inside, are you?" you asked softly. 

You turned slightly to face him, feeling bolder than you normally would. Bucky’s gaze flicked to you. But after a beat, his lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. 

"Not yet," he said, his voice rough and kind. "But don’t get used to it."  

You grinned, a fluttering excitement making your pulse quicken. Turning fully toward him, your heart raced as the fireworks painted the sky. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes for just a second before you leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed a soft, quick kiss to his lips.  

Bucky froze, his body stiffening in surprise. But he didn’t push you off. Instead, his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His lips met yours, deepening the kiss just for a moment before he pulled back a fraction.  

“Well,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse, “looks like you’ve finally lost your mind. Congratulations.”  

You grinned against his lips, cheeks flushed with heat. "Maybe I just like the way you look at me."  

Bucky’s gaze softened, the harsh edges of his usual guarded demeanor momentarily cracking. He reached up, his thumb grazing your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart skip. 

“I’m gonna have to kill the guy who ever hurts you, sunshine,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.  

You smiled, tilting your head back to watch the final round of fireworks exploding in the sky. "Good thing that guy’s not around."  

Bucky’s arm instinctively tightened around your shoulders, pulling you close as he tucked you into his side.  

"Happy New Year, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice soft against your ear.

"Happy New Year, Bucky," you whispered back, your heart fluttering.

Bucky leaned in and kissed you again, this time slower, deeper, as if savoring the quiet intimacy between you. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker as he cursed.

His forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "You’ve got me all twisted up, sunshine," he muttered.

You smiled, your cheeks warm despite the chill. "Is that a bad thing?" 

"Not even close," he said, a rare, genuine smile softening his features. 

You shivered and he noted how you were still cold, even with his jacket. 

"Inside. You’re not going to freeze that cute little ass of yours off tonight," he said, his voice gruff but caring as he stepped back.  

"But-"  

"No, buts," Bucky cut you off, his tone final. His hand shot out, gently but firmly, wrapping around your wrist. "Come on. I’m not letting you stand out here like this any longer."  

You grinned up at him. “Fine, but can we at least go to your room?”  

Bucky shot you a glare that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His lips curled into an amused smile.

"You’re lucky I like you, kid," he muttered, pulling you along as he steered you away from the rooftop and back into the warmth of the building. 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Happy New Year!

Much love x

- Maeve

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See Me Through You Series

I'm sorry if I seem uninterested

Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent

Truly, I ain't got no business here

But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it

But really I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room

Synopsis: Girls night quickly goes left when your safety ends up being compromised

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Warnings: underage drinking, drug use

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Textbooks as well as individual pieces of paper filled with notes were scattered all around both you and Joe clearly forgotten as the makeout session that you two were currently in had taken priority.

As always, he had offered to help you study and you only had one more final to take until the semester would officially be over with. But studying led to him giving you kisses here and there and now he held your focus.

When Joe had suddenly pulled you on top of him, that's when your phone decided to go off.

“Ignore it, baby.” Joe told you as you had broken the kiss in order to grab it and he quickly pulled your face back towards his.

“But…” You started to protest, but Joe immediately cut you off.

“It can wait. I hardly saw you all day.” He told you and you leaned down once more to kiss him.

It wasn't until your phone went off a third time when he audibly groaned at the sound.

“It might be important, babe.” You said as you then let out a laugh from his reaction.

“Fine, answer it.”

“Two minutes. Stop being a grump.”

“I'm not a grump for wanting my girlfriend's attention.” Joe told you as he pouted. You gave him one last kiss before starting to look for your phone.

Finally locating it, you grabbed your phone from the other side of Joe's bed under one of your notebooks and saw it was Erin and quickly answered. But that didn't stop Joe from giving you his undivided attention.

“Yes, boo?” You answered and you could hear movement in the background.

“Uh, are you forgetting something bestie?” Erin asked and you were honestly genuinely confused.

“Forgetting what?”

Since you were still straddling your boyfriend, he took the opportunity to move your panties to the side and ran his fingers along your folds making your eyes go wide.

You gave him a warning look and mouthed ‘stop it’ but he paid you no attention as he grabbed your thighs and moved you all the way up until you were directly over his mouth.

“Me, you, and Alisha were going out tonight! You were supposed to be here getting ready with us.”

“Shit, I completely forgot.” You told her in response as you felt Joe take one long lick and you had to cover your mouth in order to suppress a moan.

“Alisha found some new spot for us to go to and I need to find a boyfriend so we have shit to do.” Erin told you as Joe's tongue was now moving in and out of you.

“Ohh, umm. Okay, I'll be there soon.” What started out as a moan was quickly suppressed by the full answer you gave her.

“Remember ladies free before eleven so hurry up. And I promise to return you to your boyfriend in one piece. I know you're with him from the sounds you're making. Being discreet was never one of your strong qualities.”

“Erin!”

“I can tell he's giving you his undivided attention! Just saying! I'm not mad at it. After he's finished putting you through the mattress, come to my apartment.”

“You get on my nerves, but I will.” Your response came out shaky as you hung up and glared down at your boyfriend who didn't do anything but smirk in response which then led to you rolling your eyes.

“You definitely could have waited until I got off the phone. She knew what you were doing.”

“No I couldn't and it's not my fault I want to make you feel good. And where are you going?” He asked as he then started kissing along your thighs.

“I forgot I promised Erin and Alisha that I would go out with them tonight. I'm sorry, baby.” You told Joe, but all he did was shrug.

“They can have you for a few hours and I'll get you the rest of the night. You promised them, so you should go.”

“I need to go back to my apartment to get something to wear and then head over there.”

“Hmm, I'll take you, but you aren't going anywhere until I'm finished. I want these off. Now.” He told you and a laugh escaped your mouth as he tugged at the waistband.

You slowly pulled them down while still straddling him and slid each leg through one by one as you threw them on the floor.

“Much better.”

It was 10:25 when Joe finally pulled up to Erin’s apartment just as he had promised and was still having a difficult time keeping his hands to himself. After he had eaten you out for close to an hour, you returned the favor and the two of you had then gotten dressed to head to your apartment.

Being there quickly led to him eating you out again before he finally allowed you to take another shower in order to get ready to go out with your best friends.

“I need another kiss before you leave.” He told you and you laughed as you pinched his cheek.

“I’m not going to be gone long, babe. The sooner you let me go, the sooner you come and pick me up.” You replied as you connected your lips to his.

“Do you know where the three of you are going?”

“No idea, Alisha chose the place. Apparently it just opened, I think that’s what she told me in the text.”

“Just let me know when you get there and what time I should come and get you. I’ll be awake, okay?” He told you as you nodded your head and fixed your bracelet that was gracing your left wrist.

“Okay, will do. Promise.” You replied as he leaned over to kiss you once more.

“I love you.” He quietly whispered against your lips and you felt his mouth turn up into a smile.

“I love you too. Be back soon.”

–

“How in the world did you get us a table in VIP?!” You asked Alisha as all three of you had now gotten settled in your section and she simply smiled at you.

“Connections, boo. I got connections.” She answered as she looked over the drink menu that was placed on the table.

“Her connections are fucking one of the bouncers.” Erin stated as she playfully rolled her eyes and Alisha shrugged.

“And…. we get all of our bottles on him tonight.” She told both you and Erin and your eyes suddenly went wide.

“Wait, what? We're not even 21….” You replied since you were now confused.

“He doesn't know that.” She said as she sent a wink your way.

“Y/N, stop acting like you've never gotten drunk before.”

“Well yeah, in your house and your sister gave us IV fluids.” You told Erin who had quickly snatched the menu from Alisha earning a pinch to her arm in response.

“It'll be fine. Just sit back and have fun. We almost made it through our first semester at LSU. We deserve to celebrate that. As well as you finally breaking up with Trevor's dumbass. Joe is literally perfect for you.”

“He is, I’m happy that I stopped being scared and finally gave him a chance.”

“And not to mention, he obviously knows how to please you from what we heard on the phone earlier.” Alisha added as she eyed you while a small smirk appeared.

“That was hilarious, you were trying so hard not to moan, but me and Alisha knew what was happening.” Erin confessed as she busted out laughing.

“And he did it again before he dropped me off at your apartment.” You told both of them and they collectively gasped.

“Oooh, yall nasty. But I love it and I do not blame you one bit. But enough about that, let’s have fun and pray that I pass my final tomorrow.”

“TOMM- ERIN?!?!?” You exclaimed and she simply shrugged.

“I don’t take it until three! I have time to sober up!”

“Isn’t your GPA like 1.7?” Alisha asked Erin before she busted out laughing.

“I will take the first bottle we get and bust it upside your head! No! It’s definitely not since I would have been kicked off the team if it was.”

“Anyway, moving on. Let’s start off with something light.”

You knew for a fact when you went out with Erin, drinking was anything but light.

“And what is your definition of light because I know for a fact mine is different.”

“Vodka shots!”

“Maybe I need to preorder the uber.”

The three of you stayed in your section at your table for a good while when Alisha decided to go with the bouncer that got the three of you in the section in the first place whose name you learned was Derek while you and Erin decided to make your way downstairs to where the dancefloor was. Not being in the mood to be around that many sweaty bodies, you told Erin that you would keep an eye on her while you sat at the bar and decided to get another drink. You knew that you would have been a lot more wasted if you weren’t drinking water in between downing the alcohol.

That was when you felt a presence next to you.

Looking over, you saw that it was Cameron, Trevor’s best friend who also played on the baseball team with him.

“Hey.” He said and you instantly felt weird.

You could never quite put your finger on it, but something about him had always rubbed you the wrong way. When you had told Trevor, he simply brushed you off and told you that you were being dramatic.

Surprise, surprise

Cameron obviously had never flat out said it at least in front of you and neither did Trevor, but you knew deep down for a fact that he didn’t like you. And he probably didn’t like you now more so because you had broken up with his best friend.

“Hi.” You quietly said as you were trying to decide what drink you wanted to order.

“Who’s here with you tonight?” He curiously asked and you instantly rolled your eyes.

“Not with my boyfriend if you must know.”

Cameron instantly held his hands up in defense.

“It’s not any of my business what happened between you and Trevor. I was just curious. He isn’t here by the way since I see you constantly looking around.”

“Hmm, that’s surprising since when I see one, I usually see the other not too far behind.”

“I just… wish you two could have worked things out. He really loved you.”

When you were quiet, he took another approach to get you to talk to him.

“But, your happiness is what matters.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You told him since he actually sounded sincere for once.

“Anyway, let’s celebrate the semester being over and new beginnings for you.” Cameron replied as he waved over the bartender.

“What are you drinking?” He politely asked and you took a second to think it over.

“Amaretto sour.”

“Good choice.”

When you were waiting for your drink to be made, you turned away from the bar in order to face the crowd to once again keep an eye on Erin as you had promised. You spotted her and was taken out of your thoughts by Cameron nudging you in order to hand you the drink he got for you.

“Cheers.” He simply said as the two of you raised your glasses. It took less than two minutes for yours to be gone as Cameron still stayed in his place next to you.

“See you around, Y/N. Enjoy your night. Wishing you and Joe the best.” He said as he winked at you before walking off.

As soon as he was out of sight, you decided that you would go to the bathroom before grabbing Erin and heading back upstairs to your table.

When you were washing your hands, you glanced up in the mirror and had to blink a few times to get your eyes to focus.

After you dried your hands and threw the paper towel in the trash can, you felt off balance and quickly leaned against the wall in the bathroom to steady yourself.

“Fuck, did I really drink that much already?” You asked yourself before taking a few minutes to clear your head.

Once you felt that it was safe to move, you headed back out to find Erin.

She happened to be in the same place that you had originally left her, but the walk back felt like it took an hour.

That was when you knew something wasn’t right.

“Y/N? Babe? You feel okay?” Erin asked you as she had pulled you over to the side away from the crowd. Your head felt fuzzy and you leaned on the wall in order to steady yourself.

“No, I… Erin I'm scared. I don't know what's wrong.”

“Okay, we'll figure this out. What did you drink? Did someone give you something?” Erin was trying to get answers out of you since her back had been turned and she had been facing away from you as you were sitting at the bar. She had peeked over at you periodically and made sure you were okay, but hadn’t seen you drink anything.

“Cameron.” Was all you could get out as you had now slid down the wall in order to sit on the floor.

“Y/N, why the FUCK would you take a drink from him out of all people!? You know he's just as unhinged as Trevor is! They're obviously best friends for a reason! Shit! No, stand up!”

“But I'm tired. Where's Joey?”

“He's not here, but you have got to stay awake.”

Alisha walked up to the two of you and instantly got a look of concern on her face and was confused about what was happening in front of her.

“Uhh? What the fuck is going on? Why is she on the floor?” She asked and Erin turned to see you had slid onto the floor anyway despite her protests.

“Help me get her outside so we can call 911.”

“Joe is about to kill us because of this, well Cameron I should say.”

“And Ja'Marr.”

The two of them helped you up as they gathered all of your belongings from VIP and made their way outside. They sat you on the curb with Alisha sitting next to you as Erin dialed 911.

As she was giving the location as to where the three of you were, a sudden wave of nausea hit you as your head was laying on Alisha’s shoulder.

“I have to throw up.” You simply told her and she immediately turned you to face away from her as you emptied what seemed like everything you ate all the way back from two weeks ago.

All she did was hold up your hair and rub your back as the three of you waited for the paramedics to arrive.

“I’m going to fucking kill that asshole.” Erin said to no one in particular as she was now pacing back and forth.

“Erin, no.”

“Y/N, stop. He did that in an attempt to hurt you for breaking up with his best friend and you cannot tell me any different.”

“I just want to feel better and I want Joey.” You quietly said as a hiccup escaped your mouth.

“I know, babe. I know. I’ll call him once we get to the hospital. We need to make sure that you’re okay, first.” Alisha said as you turned to throw up again.

That was the last thing you remembered before waking up in the emergency room of the hospital not too far from campus.

As you opened your eyes, Erin and Alisha both gave you a small smile, but you could faintly hear two voices arguing.

And it sounded like Joe and your twin brother.

“What happened? And what is happening out there?” You asked the both of them who exchanged looks with one another.

“Well, this will be the last girls night out of the apartment for a while. Okay let’s do the cliff notes version. Cameron slipped something in your drink that caused you to get all woozy. You found us and we took you outside before you threw up and passed out. You got here, they drew blood to find out what he slipped into your system, gave you an IV and fluids. Next when you were somewhat stable, each of us called Joe and Ja’Marr and we did not in fact know that Ja’Marr had no idea that you and Joe were in a relationship. Uh, apparently that uh is why they’re arguing now. Ja’Marr thinks you two hid it from him and Joe is saying that you guys didn’t. And that’s what you missed on Glee.” Erin finished and you sighed as you looked at your arm that had the fluids running through it.

“And that is actually your third bag of fluid. Once you finish that and tolerate eating something you should be able to leave.” Alisha added as the door to your room opened.

Both Joe and Ja’Marr had pissed off looks on their faces.

“Pebbles, I’m happy you’re okay, but I am mad as shit at you right now.” Ja’Marr told you as you looked at him confused.

“Why? I didn’t do anything?”

“You damn right, you didn’t do anything. Since when were you going to tell me that you two were together?!” He asked gesturing between you and Joe who simply had a neutral facial expression.

“What? I thought it was obvious? I also didn’t realize that I had to tell you every single little detail of my life.”

“Are you serious right now? You’re dating one of my friends and didn’t think that it was important to tell me? And you literally tell me EVERYTHING. So what the hell are you even talking about?”

“Ja’Marr, that is literally not even important right now. SOMEBODY DRUGGED YOUR TWIN SISTER IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED.” Joe finally said, but he just shook his head at him.

“I can’t believe the two of you. But you’re about to be discharged so I guess I’ll see you whenever.” He said and started to walk back out.

“Bam Bam, get back here.”

He didn’t react, but simply kept going.

“JA’MARR!”

“Just let him go, babe. He’s pissed off right now so just let him cool off.” Alisha quietly said and you couldn’t help but start to cry.

“I just need for this night to be over with.” You quietly said as Joe wiped away your tears.

“Do you know who did this?” Joe asked the three of you and all of you exchanged looks.

“Don’t all speak up at once.”

“Cameron, he’s Trevor’s best friend.” You quietly said and it was at that moment you knew that Joe had begun to see red.

“No, don’t get any ideas. We already filed a police report when we got here.” Alisha told him, but you knew for a fact that he would get his revenge in his own way. It had been happening all semester and you knew that this was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Joe took a deep sigh before saying anything else.

“You’re okay and that’s the important part. Ja’Marr will come around.” He told you as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I hope so, but from the look on his face, I don’t know.”

It was now five in the morning when you had gotten back to Joe’s apartment, took a shower, and was now simply lying down in his bed with your head on his chest as his arms were wrapped around you.

The ride home had been silent, and you were somewhat convinced that he was mad at you. So, in order to not let anything end up in an argument, you simply stayed quiet.

The television was on a low volume when you had finally asked him, not being able to take the silence any longer.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked and Joe looked down at you dumbfounded.

“What?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Baby, why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I was irresponsible and took a drink from someone that I probably shouldn’t have and look what ended up happening.”

“You had no idea that he was going to do that to you, and no I’m not mad at you. It would be really stupid of me if I was. All that matters is that you’re safe.”

“But my twin is mad at me.”

“He’ll come around, just give him time. I honestly don’t think we hid anything from him, but we weren’t exactly screaming it from the rooftops either.”

“I’ll call him later and see if I can get him to talk to me. Usually if I bring him food, that makes everything better.”

“Just sleep on it. It’s been a long day and night for the both of us and like I said, the most important part is that you’re safe.” Joe told you as he placed a kiss on your forehead before turning off the television.

Two days had passed when Joe along with several other members of the football team made their way into the gym that was located on the southside of campus.

And there he was just like he knew he would be.

Luckily the gym was empty as Joe approached Cameron from behind and waited for him to notice him.

Cameron was looking down as he was working on his biceps, but was in for a surprise when he looked up and saw Joe.

He gave him a small smile before reracking the weight he was using and walking back over to him.

“Can I help you with something?” He asked him and instead of Joe replying with words, he immediately put his hand around his throat and backed him up against the mirror making his head hit it with a thud.

“I heard you were the one who slipped something in my girlfriend’s drink the other day, hmm?” Joe asked and Cameron frantically shook his head no.

“No, it wasn’t me. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Now Cameron, let’s not lie.”

“I’m not lying, your stupid bitch of a girlfriend is.” He replied as he laughed, but of course Joe found nothing funny.

“Oh, wrong answer.” Joe replied as he motioned to Justin to punch him directly in his jaw.

“Fuck!” Cameron said as he could feel his mouth fill with blood.

“I’ll keep this short and sweet. You and your bitch ass best friend Trevor need to stay the fuck away from Y/N. You understand?”

“Or what? She’s not even…”

“Watch your mouth before I break this mirror using your face. You should know better than to disrespect her in front of me. I don’t want to have this conversation with you again. Good talk.” Joe told him as he finally let him go.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

—

Joey- All good, baby. Trevor and Cameron won’t be bothering you anymore.

You- Uh, babe…. What did you do?

Joey- Nothing 🙂

You- Baby… I told you the police would take care of it

Joey- And it’s my job to take care of you. Where did you want to go for dinner tonight?

You- JOSEPH LEE, stop dodging my question!

Joey- Not dodging it, princess. Like I said, it's my job to take care of you and protect you and make sure you’re good. I love you, see you soon.

[velarisdusk]

and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me

word count: 1.7k author's note: listen.. i may write but i am no songwriter. i dont wanna hear shit abt these lyrics, i drove myself to madness for HOURS trying to come up with them ✦ . Masterlist . ✦

The studio smelled faintly of old coffee and cedar, the latter courtesy of Cassian’s obsession with “ambience candles.” Their flickering glow did little to cut through the dim light of the room, but that was how they worked best—shadows stretching long across the walls, a backdrop of soft atmospheric music mingling with the faint hum of amplifiers. 

Cassian was seated cross-legged on the worn couch, his drum pad balanced precariously on one knee. Rhys sat opposite, his guitar cradled loosely in his lap as his fingers absentmindedly picked out a melody that might, one day, become something. 

Azriel lounged across the arm of a chair, his legs draped over one side, notebook in hand. He’d been silent most of the night, pretending to be engrossed in writing, but he hadn’t added a word in over an hour. His pulse thrummed low and steady, though it felt like it was trying to climb into his throat. 

He cleared it instead. “I, uh…” His voice broke the lull, and both heads turned to him, expectant. “I’ve been working on something,” he added, tone clipped, casual—too casual. “Thought I’d see what you think.”

Rhys’s guitar fell silent, and Cassian stilled his restless tapping. “Let’s hear it,” Rhys said.

Az’s fingers curled around the edge of his sacred notebook, the slight crinkle of paper betraying his tension. Still, he began to read. 

“Got a taste of sin, it’s dripping off your skin, Lost in your fire, pull me in, Your body’s a drug, and I’m high on the feel, Push me to the edge, make me kneel”

Cassian’s mouth fell open, and Rhys slowly set his guitar down, leaning forward as Az kept going:

“Whisper my name, and I’m already there, Fingers gripping tight, pulling through your hair. Take me in deep, make me lose control, I’m yours to break, body and soul.”

When he finished, the studio was dead silent, save for the faint buzz of the amp. Cassian stared at him like he’d just confessed to a crime. 

“Holy shit.” Cassian let out a low whistle, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Az, I don’t know who did this to you, but she must’ve been a damn good lay.”

Azriel’s jaw tightened, but he schooled his features into a mask of indifference. “It’s just a concept.”

Rhys arched a brow, his lips twitching in amusement. “Sure it is.” He didn’t press, though, only added, “It’s good. Uncomfortably horny, but good. Way different from our usual stuff.”

Cassian grabbed his sticks, tapping out a beat on the drum pad with a lecherous grin. “Let’s lean in, boys. This is the kind of trashy filth that gets crowds throwing bras at us.”

Rhys’s lips twitched into a smirk, and he picked up his guitar again, plucking out something slinky, the kind of riff that felt like it belonged in a smoky, neon-lit club. “It’s dark,” he said, nodding to himself. “Sultry. Needs that dirty edge, though. Cass?”

Cassian’s grin widened as he began hammering out a beat—deliberate, aggressive, a rhythm that hit like a pounding pulse. “You’re singing this, Az.”

Azriel froze, shooting him a glare. “Absolutely not.”

Rhysand chuckled, pointing at him with his pick between two fingers. “You’re the one who wrote this filth, so you’re singing it, lover boy.”

“It’s just a concept,” Az repeated, gritting his teeth.

“Oh yeah?” Cassian retorted, his grin feral. “Then why does it sound like you’re confessing to something you did last night?”

Az opened his mouth to respond, but Rhys interrupted, strumming a riff so suggestive it could’ve been banned on public radio. “Alright, focus, idiots. Let’s make this worth the headache.”

For the next hour, the song began to take shape. Rhys layered intricate licks over Cassian’s primal rhythm, the combination dripping with heat and tension. Azriel’s lyrics were sharpened, punctuated with pauses that hit like clenched fists, every word landing like a whisper pressed against the shell of your ear.

Cassian couldn’t help himself. “‘Tie me down, tear me apart,’” he sang mockingly into the mic, voice exaggeratedly gravelly. “Az, I’m learning so much about you tonight.”

Az snatched the mic out of his hand, deadpan. “Learn to shut the hell up.”

Cassian laughed so hard he almost fell off his stool. “This one’ll wreck them. Absolute filth.”

Rhys leaned back, smiling lazily. “Filthy sells. And Az?” He tilted his head, studying his brother like a puzzle. “Next time you’re uh, inspired, maybe don’t hold back. This is… enlightening.”

Azriel only shook his head, flipping his notebook closed as Cassian howled with laughter, already promising to slap the song on the album. 

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Midnight wrapped around you like a blanket, the world outside still and quiet. The soft glow of your laptop lit your room as you settled further into bed, earbuds in place, ready for this moment. You’d been counting down for weeks, your excitement bubbling just beneath your skin. Finally, their newest album was here. 

It’d been months since the concert—months since you’d stood in that dark, electric space, his voice carving through the air like a blade. You could still feel the vibrations of the bass in your chest, the heat of the crowd, the way his eyes had found yours for just a second too long.

You hit play, and let the first track wash over you, a rush of gritty guitars and smooth vocals pulling you in instantly. The familiar sound of Rhysand’s honeyed voice wrapped around you, rich and magnetic, while Cassian’s drums hit like a thunderstorm. But it was the deeper, shadowed harmony threading through the background that made your breath catch. 

Azriel. 

Hearing him again sent a shiver through you, unbidden memories tugging at the edges of your mind. You’d spent one unforgettable night with him, his low, dark voice murmuring filthy things in your ear—words that had set your skin on fire and lingered long after the moment ended. His presence had been like gravity, drawing you closer, holding you there, even when you weren’t sure you could take it. 

And now, hearing that same voice woven through the music, backing Rhysand’s lead, was enough to make your pulse race. You didn’t know if you wanted to rewind the track or keep going, chasing that sound, that pull. 

You let it play. Each song unfolded like a gift—raw emotion, sharp edges. You found yourself nodding along, your fingers drumming softly against the blanket as you let the music consume you. But you couldn’t ignore the way Azriel’s harmonies caught your ear, his voice dipping into the pockets of the melody, haunting and magnetic. 

The opening notes slinked through your ears, unhurried but charged, the tempo slow enough to make your breath hitch. This was different. Azriel’s voice took the lead, a rare spotlight for him on a track, with Rhysand providing backup vocals—a reversal of their usual dynamic. It was striking, intimate, and laced with something that felt far too personal.

“Past the greenroom, whispers low, ‘No one’ll see, now don’t let go.’ Your nails, your teeth, the sting, the scrape— Pull me under, I’ll beg, I’ll break.”

You froze.

The blanket bunched in your fists as your mind caught up to what you were hearing. 

No.

Your thumb hovered over the pause button, but you couldn’t press it. The way Azriel sang it—low, raw, and dripping with heat—made it impossible to think straight. His voice wrapped around the lyrics like a confession he hadn’t meant to give, and Rhysand’s smoother backing vocals added a dangerous edge, amplifying every word. 

You yanked one earbud out, your pulse thundering in your ears. For a moment, you just stared at the ceiling, the words looping in your mind like a broken record. But the harder you tried to dismiss it the more the connections gnawed at you. His mouth at your ear, his breath hot against your skin, murmuring reassurance as his hands slid under your shirt. You’d laughed, breathless, trying to quiet yourself as his lips pressed to your neck, but he’d just chuckled, low and dark, “No one’ll see. Just let me feel you.”

And “now don’t let go”—your stomach flipped at the memory. His voice, husky and commanding, echoing through his dressing room as he hauled you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. His teeth grazing your jaw, his hand gripping your thigh. “Now don’t let go, sweetheart,” he’d rasped, right before pressing you into the wall and wrecking you. 

Your breath came shallow, heart racing as the memories sharpened, aligning too perfectly with every word. The song ended, and silence pressed heavy against your ears. Before you could think, your thumb hit replay. 

Your knees tucked up against your chest as the opening notes filled the air again. You closed your eyes, the melody threading through you, every word lodging itself deeper. Was it just your imagination? Or was there something unmistakable in his voice—a heat, a pull, that felt like it was meant for you?

Your chest tightened as the song finished, leaving you breathless and stunned. “No way. No way,” you muttered, shaking your head, but your hands were trembling as you pressed play again. 

You got up, pacing your room with restless energy, the song still blasting through one earbud. Each time you heard it, new details jumped out at you—an inflection here, an ad-lib there. It wasn’t coincidence. It couldn’t be. 

The realization hit you all at once, like a weight in your chest. The lyrics weren’t just abstract poetry. They were something real. They were yours. 

You needed to see them perform this live. You needed to hear Azriel sing those words like looking out at a crowd, to watch the way he carried himself under the stage lights. Would he meet your gaze if you were there? Would he falter, even for a second, knowing you’d heard every word and recognized yourself in them?

And more than anything, you needed to talk to him. To get his attention again, to hear the truth from his lips. 

[itzkingbo]

butterflies and roses

chapter two.

Stray Kids ot8 x fem!reader

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overview: you are one of their managers. you're tired, overworked, and sad. the last thing you want to do is worry your boys. but they notice everything. and they love and care for you, like you do for them.

word count: 2.1k

contains: cussing, mentions of pain, fluff, nicknames, use of y/n, mental illness, forcing to eat

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Once again, you got little to no sleep that night. You managed to throw yourself into a cold shower the next morning to try and wake up a little. It only did so much. Then you were on your way to the company building once again.

Today's schedule for was slightly more relaxed. You have a meeting with the higher ups to get flights and hotels arranged for the tour, then the boys have an interview. After that you figured you'd spend the rest of your time trying to finish off the paperwork.

The meeting was stressful. No one could seem to agree on anything and kept looking to you to solve their problems. That's how it always was. Everything was thrown onto your shoulders to deal with.

By the end, you had more paperwork to get done than you originally thought. You huffed and packed your bag, then made your way down to the lobby to meet with the other manager.

He was standing there on his phone, pocketing it when he saw you. "Good morning, Y/n-ssi." He greeted you with a small bow. "Morning Eunwoo-ssi." You said tiredly as you joined his side.

The man led you out the front doors and towards his car so the two of you could meet the boys for their interview. When you sat down and buckled into his passenger seat, he handed you his phone.

You raised a brow and took it cautiously. "It's a long drive. Put something on." He says as he starts the car and begins to drive.

Silently, you scroll through spotify to try and find something to put on. Recently a song has been stuck in your head, so you choose that then set his phone aside to look out your window.

As the song begins to play, Eunwoo stiffens up at the lyrics. He wasn't blind. He could tell how much more distant you had been with him and the boys lately. Something was clearly wrong, but you were too stubborn to talk to anyone.

He chose to stay silent, and kept his eyes on the road.

Soon the car came to a stop in the parking lot of a tall building. You and Eunwoo silently made your way towards the front entrance. "Y/n." He starts, and you simply hum in response.

"You know you can talk to me, right?"

You look over at him and give him a faint smile. "Sure." You say. Before he can continue, the sound of the boys' loudness makes its way towards you.

Instantly, you look to Chris, who is already staring at you. You look away and begin to lead them down the halls to the room for the interview.

They take their places in front of the camera, and makeup artists move around them meticulously. Chris eyes you from his spot, worried. "Channie-hyung.. What's bothering you?" It's Jeongin's voice that breaks him from his thoughts.

He looks towards the youngest and sighs, leaning in. "Doesn't Y/n look sadder these days? Pale and thinner? She isn't taking care of herself." He whispers.

Jeongin's lips part slightly and he looks towards you, inspecting you from afar. A frown form on his face and he looks back to his elder brother. "You're right.. have you asked her what's wrong?"

Chris nods. "Last night. She's closing us off."

Jeongin hums in thought. "I have an idea."

With that, he leans over and whispers into Chris' ear his plan, right before cameras begin to roll.

After the interview finished up, you quickly told Eunwoo that you would just take a bus back to JYPE. He protested at first, but couldn't get you to change your mind. As you were leaving, you felt something tug at your wrist so you turned to see. It was Felix. "Y/n-ah. Come eat lunch with us." He says, giving you that bright smile he knew you couldn't resist.

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked over his shoulder to see the others pouting at you in a pitiful manner. You looked back to the sunshine before you. "Felix.. I have paperwork to do."

Then he bats his eyelashes at you. Obviously you fold in seconds with a sigh. "Alright. Lunch it is." He smiles and tightens his grip on your wrist and pulls you towards the door.

The others follow behind you, and suddenly theres an arm around your shoulder. "We were thinking hot pot. Is that okay?" Jisung asks, making sure he's as close to you as humanly possible. You simply nod. Although you weren't very hungry, maybe you could eat a bit.

Felix looks back at you, then at Jisung with a knowing look. The boy removes his arm from you and falls back, now next to Minho.

By the time you all arrive at the restaurant, you've barely said anything to the boys. Not because you're ignoring them. You just don't feel like talking.

Felix makes it a point to squeeze you in between him and Minho, Jisung to the left of him. You set your bag on the ground by your feet and look at the menu. Nothing looks good or sounds good and you grimace at the thought of anything.

The server comes, and takes your orders. Soon, everything is brought out and the boys begin to cook the food. "Y/n. Look at this new phone game I got." Felix says, grabbing onto your wrist to get your attention. You look over dutifully, wanting to make sure he had your full attention. He showed you every little detail about it that he possibly could. It made a small smile fall onto your face.

What you hadn't noticed, was a certain menace next to you rummaging around in your bag whilst you were distracted.

The evening went on normally from there. You ate a few pieces of meat off Felix's plate, not wanting any for yourself. Then, you were off to the office. Work needed to be done.

You were incredibly exhausted still, barely running on caffeine. By 9:30pm, you were falling asleep at your desk. It was when your forehead smacked into your keyboard that you finally got the hint to go home. Usually you could force yourself to stay awake, but today it wasn't working.

But, you knew the moment you got home, you'd be wide awake again. Regardless, you stood from your desk and collected your things. Finally, you checked your phone for the first time in hours. That was when you realized you had a message from Chris. 'text me when you leave jype'

He always wanted to make sure you got home at a decent time, especially when he wasn't there to monitor your every move, so you thought nothing of it. You send him a quick next saying you're finally leaving before 10pm, then start leaving your office.

What you didn't know, was there was eight people waiting at your apartment for you.

"She's leaving now! We have like twenty minutes!" Chris called out from your bathroom. He heard several 'okay's and 'got it's from around the apartment and he quickened his pace. Currently, he was cleaning it up for you. Minho was hard at work in your kitchen making dinner, Felix baking your favorite sweets.

Jisung and Jeongin had been tasked with cleaning your living room, setting it up for a movie night and games. Changbin and Hyunjin were picking up your room, even folding the clean laundry you had left in a basket a week ago. Seungmin had been sent to the store to get snacks, drinks, and a few things on your shopping list you had been lacking.

On the bus, you were starting to become more awake now. You regretted leaving early, but you were so worn out that you didn't care. You stepped off the bus and gripped your bag tight, beginning your walk down the dark streets of Seoul.

You popped in one airpod, and chose a song from your playlist to keep your mind from wondering.

It's usually pretty quiet at this time of night. Strangers passing by every so often. Convenience store bells dinging in the distance. Peaceful. It didn't take you long for you to make it to your apartment building, and you could already feel the longing for your mattress growing. How long had it been since you got a good night sleep anyway? Two weeks? You had lost count.

You walked up the steps, putting your airpod away and making your way down the hall to your door. You pulled your bag around to your front and rummaged around for your key.

Your key. That's odd. You could have sworn it was there this morning. Where could it have gone? Your brows furrowed and now you practically had your whole head in your bag searching for your key.

Then the sound of a door opening caught your attention. You looked up. It was your door. When you locked eyes with Chris, you became even more confused. "Chris?" He opened the door wider for you and you stepped in cautiously. It was dark. "What are you doing in my apartment?"

Right on cue, the lights turned on and you winced slightly before your eyes adjusted. You looked around. It was.. clean!? The boys were all sprawled out around your now clean living room, minus a few. You felt tears well up in your eyes and you covered your mouth. "You-"

"We figured we'd help you out a bit, Y/n. You've clearly been stressed." Chris says, causing you to turn to him. You quickly embrace him in a hug as tears stream down your face. "Thank you." You mumble.

"Is she home?" You hear a familiar deep voice call out. Then, the smell of baked goodies hits your nose and you look up from where you stood in Chris' arms. The moment your eyes land on the brownies in his hands, you shoot over to Felix like a rocket and snatch one up. "Oh. Lixie." You say, mouth full.

He chuckles happy to see a smile on your face. "Minho-hyung has dinner going." He says, moving over to hand brownies to the others.

For the next hour or so, you stay huddled up on the couch trapped in Felix's arms as you all play Uno. Soon, everyone gets up to go make a plate of food, but you stay on the couch. This doesn't go unnoticed, and the man himself takes a seat next to you and shoves a plate into your hands. "Eat." Minho says, leaving no room for argument.

"I'm not hungry." You say quickly, moving the plate to the coffee table. Minho glares at you. "Yes you are. Look at you, y/n. You're to thin I'm afraid you might snap if I poke you. Eat."

You frown and grab the plate again. It does smell delicious. And who were you to say no to his cooking anyway. You pick at it for a few minutes before a hand interrupts and grabs your chopsticks. "He said eat." Jisung growls, picking up some food and then grabbing your jaw with his free hand. "So eat." And you open, and he shoves the noodles into your mouth.

You look up at him with your eyes as the others laugh at his sudden burst of outrage. You chew, and then swallow. "Do I have to keep feeding you like a baby, or will you eat?"

With a scoff, you take your chopsticks back and begin to eat properly.

The night passes by, and soon it's midnight. Everyone is cuddled up on the couch, your head leaned against Hyunjin's shoulder. A movie played on the TV, but you weren't watching. You were passed out, and had been for a while. As the film came to an end, Chris looked over at you and smiled. "Finally.." He sighed. "Let's take her yo her bed."

Hyunjin nods and maneuvers carefully to scoop you up without waking you. Then, he caries you down the hall and into your room where he lays you down, and makes sure you're under the covers. You stir a little, and he places a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Good night, y/n-ah."

None of them left, in fear that you'd wake up and fall back into your habits quickly. So they slept on pallets on the floor and the couch. All eight of them would be spending the next day helping you heal, or the next week if they had to. You needed them.

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[sopiloveshobi]

Karaoke Man

JK fluff

After many, many weeks of sleepless nights you finally managed to have a full night of sleep. You felt brand new, full seven uninterrupted hours of sleep. It only happened when your really noisy neighbour wasn’t at home. There were period of this sweet peace few days at the time. But recently he has been home all the time, so there was no way of you having some peace and quiet.

You got up from the bed and got ready for the day. For once you weren’t dragging your feet to your kitchen to get a few sips of coffee before you were able to progress with your day. It felt like a bliss. You even started smiling to yourself and humming. It was the time go to work soon, so in the best mood in weeks you grabbed your work bag and left. How long will the bliss last, you found yourself wondering through the day. You wished he would move out, he was so annoyingly loud all night, every night. After work, still in the best mood you were in for a very long time you got yourself to a gym you have been going for a while now. It’s really close to your apartment building and it’s open 24/7. It has been helping when you couldn’t sleep because of this guy. Singing on top of his lungs to a karaoke mic wasn’t the best atmosphere to get yourself cosy in bed and close your eyes after a long day of meetings with clients.

As you were walking into the gym you noticed a very familiar face walking out of the same building. You thought about where did you see the face before but you couldn’t put 2 and 2 together. Brushing off the person you started with your work out to tire yourself out properly, in case you wouldn’t get enough sleep tonight. The 30 minutes on the treadmill went by fast today and as you were going off it you realised who’s face it was. He is back. You rolled your eyes and huffed out loud. Of course this couldn’t last very long. This day was so good, felt really nice and you felt like yourself again. Lack of sleep has been really affecting you so you promised yourself last time that if he will start again, you will report it and also knock on his door and make sure he knows how much damage he is doing.

Sometimes you were wondering if he is just very lonely or if maybe he is doing this on purpose to annoy people to get some attention. You didn’t really know much about him nor what his name was. The only thing you knew was the number of his flat, because it was directly above yours. Maybe he will spare you today and he will just go to sleep like everyone else in the building.

You finished your work out and on the way home you grabbed a take away from the same old place you always do. Still humming to yourself, you realised the song you were humming was one of the songs your really loud neighbour was singing few nights ago. It’s getting to you, you don’t even know the title of it. It annoyed you even more, because you really needed good night sleep to function properly and now you also have songs stuck in your head you never heard until it was fed to your brain when you were trying really hard to sleep. All of a sudden you lost all the appetite and you weren’t really hungry anymore. Manged to drag your feet to the lift of your building and got to your floor, number six. Your loud neighbour was occupying floor number seven. Was he back at home? It was getting late in the evening but it was awfully quiet around. It was like an expectation you had, to walk home and hear him screaming on top of his lung. To your surprise that wasn’t the case so you got inside and made a really nice spread of your take away food on your coffee table, turned the tv on and put your current drama on. You promised yourself to not get affected by any of this anymore, just focus on yourself and what you had planned. But every time you forgot about it for a second, that one stupid song would play around in your head. It made you chuckle because you never expected to be this grumpy person to tell others to be quiet. Months ago when it all started it wasn’t such a problem to you, because you had no idea how long it’s going to last. But it was getting to almost a year of this. How could he just do a recital every night for the past year?! Maybe he should become a singer so then he would be able to sing somewhere else – you thought to yourself.

Steamed dumplings finally gotten cooler and you managed to shove few of them down your throat when all of a sudden you heard the loud music starting again. Technically it wasn’t that late yet, so he had every right to be loud. You swallowed your dumpling and took a deep breath.

‘Louder, let’s just make this louder’ you said to yourself and you started looking for the remote that was previously on your sofa, but for some reason disappeared when you needed it the most. Your hand kept looking for the remote behind you but you had to turn around to finally see it slipped from the sofa and was actually laying on the carpet, next to you. You turned the volume of the tv up few times and continued with the food. ‘it’s fine’ you took another deep breath and focused on the storyline. The music upstairs calmed down and it felt like you either got used to it by now or he turned it down. Or maybe you just got so invested in your drama, that devouring one episode after another had sucked you into it’s story so much that nothing else mattered at the time.

Buzz of your phone on the table stole your attention and you realised how late it has gotten. One in the morning. Getting up from the table you swiped all of the empty boxes from your dinner, which you left in the kitchen and you went into the bathroom to get read for bed. And that’s when your patience has run out. The music all of a sudden turned really loud again and you heard the man signing and almost crying ‘Yes or noooo, yes or nooo’. You rolled your eyes, without thinking twice you walked out of the bathroom and your flat, grabbing your keys last minute and took the lift one floor up. Number 7. Apartment number? Also 7. You knocked on the door but no response, obviously. He couldn’t possibly hear you knocking since he was still asking yes or no, god knows to who. You rang the doorbell and knocked louder again. The music stopped and you heard scratching on the floor, sounded like a pet and then really quiet taps on the floor towards the door. You waited for a little bit longer and as you were about to walk back to the lift, the door opened.

‘Can you shut the hell up? Yes or no?’ you started immediately, before he even manged to open the door completely. It was your spin on the song he was currently singing. You had enough and you promised yourself to stand up for yourself and the rules of this building.

‘Hey bunny’ he looked at you with a huge smile on his face, clearly amused by something and winked at you.

‘Ex.. excuse me?!’ you were taken aback by his confidence, as you were coming to him to complain on how loud he was. Bunny? Why would he call you a bunny? And then it hit you. You were getting ready for bed and you had your headband with fluffy bunny ears on, to keep your hair from falling on your face. You must have rushed out of your bathroom so fast that you forgot to take it off. You must have really looked hilarious being super angry with the cutest little hairband on your head. ‘Ah this?!’ you pulled it off your head and crossed your arms on your chest. No distractions, he won’t let you sleep again.

‘You could have kept it on you know. Suited you’ he chuckled and bit his lip. He was tall. His shoulder were filling the entire door frame, piercing in his lip, left arm tattooed from the shoulder to the fingers. He was wearing grey sweats and a black loose t-shirt.

‘It has been months and you have so bloody loud almost every night. Could you please do it during the day? I can’t sleep. I live directly under you and..’ he stopped and interrupted you as you mentioned living under him.

‘I didn’t notice you under me every night’ and as he said it he was staring you in the eye. He didn’t even flinch. All kinds of nasty coming out of his mouth, yet he would confidently stare you down. Was he trying to make you uncomfortable on purpose? Or was he trying to charm his way into singing out loud another night. It was difficult to tell and you couldn’t process it happening fast enough. He was really handsome, he was your type and all of his stupid, flirtatious words were getting into your head, so your cheeks started blushing.  

‘I think maybe you should start a career in signing hm? Then maybe at least one of us would be able to sleep sound all night’ you decided to resist his charm and push through. You rehearsed what will you say to him for months and when you finally mustered your courage to call him out and complain, he was ruining your speech.

‘Listen, I actually’ he started. How could he tell you that he is actually a professional singer if you were so casually dropping it in the conversation. You clearly didn’t recognise him and it didn’t happen very often especially around where he lived so this felt like a breath of fresh air to him. ‘I am really sorry, I thought my walls were sound proofed enough but I think it must be going through the ceiling. I will turn it down..’ as he was about to say the magic words and have you go back upstairs, something moved around his legs and a big dog walked out of the flat, wagging his tail at you and jumping up and down.

‘Oh hi’ your face changed immediately when you saw the dog. He was adorable and so happy to see you, you couldn’t look angry for very long.

‘Bam, Bam… Bam house’ he repeated few times and the dog obediently went back inside leaving you bent down looking up at the guy now.

Your deminer changed back to angry as you straighten yourself up.

‘Thanks. Please keep it down during night hours. It has been a nightmare for me’ you finished and walked towards the lift. You saw in the corner of your eye him bowing down apologetically before the door closed in front of you and the lift started moving down. You took a deep breath and finally smiled to yourself. You did it. You were brave enough to up to a cocky guy and tell him off. It was only right. You were surprised any other neighbours weren’t complaining about it yet.

He stood in the door for a little while longer staring at the lifts door. After few more seconds he closed the door and walked back inside his flat shaking his head.

‘We have been so naughty Bam. How embarrassing for us’ he shook his head in disbelief and kept walking towards Bam’s cage ‘Even a really pretty girl doesn’t want to have anything to do with us because of how loud we have been’ he flopped on his sofa and hid his face in his hands. He was still stunned at the fact that you didn’t recognise him. It was so rare, especially around women. He remembered the bunny ear headband you showed up with and kept smiling to himself. He rarely came across neighbours of this building, as a lot of people living had different schedules and some of the flats weren’t even rented out yet.

You walked back into your flat, hearing the sweet, sweet silence. What a relief. You finished up your skin care in the bathroom, changed into comfy clothes and went straight to bed. You didn’t have that much time left before you have to get up for work again, but at least the few hours will be quality time. Proud of your achievement you went to bed, turned the light off and fell right asleep.

***

Few days later, after few days of peace and quiet you were getting ready for bed again. Bunny headband on your head, picking out a sheet mask to put on. And as you were finishing putting it on, you heard really loud music coming from above you. You looked up to the ceiling and sighed. No way he has the guts to do this again after he promised to be quiet. Really? He could only last few days. Incredibly angry you stormed out of your flat again, took the lift up and knocked on his door. Yet again, because of the loud music he couldn’t hear you knocking. So you rang the door bell. Music stopped right away, the door to the flat opened and there he was. Grinning and smiling eye to eye.

‘Hey bunny’ he said again and you immediately realised you were wearing it again as well as the face mask. He looked amused and almost happy to see you again.

‘You said you will turn it down, then you were quiet for few days…I hope this was a resolved issue’ you started talking at him and he just kept smiling. His smile kept getting wider as he was visibly checking you out.

‘I was out of town for few days you see. I thought you might have missed me so I decided to surprise you’ he explained entertained by your face getting more annoyed and red as the time past.

‘You must be joking, right? Is this a prank? Is there a hidden camera here?’ you started looking around the hallway and corridor leading to the lift.

‘No hidden camera, although that is a good idea…’ he started dwelling on your words. 

‘So why on earth did you think it was a good idea to start this in the middle of the night again?’ you answered trying to contain your voice as it was indeed getting really late.

‘I was bored’ he answered simply and stared at you, looking for something in your eyes.

Bored.. he was just bored. You were boiling inside but you decided to just cut it off and walked off to the lift. He smiled at you one more time and closed the door behind him. The music didn’t come back on this night and you were grateful this intervention worked it’s magic.

The silence lasted another three days and he started at it again. You decided however to ignore it. Because you were suspecting that he was now doing this for attention. Your attention in particular. You found your trusty earplugs in your drawer and grabbed sleeping pills from your kitchen. Determined that you were having a full night of sleep tonight. And you did. Somehow when you woke up to go to the toilet around 4 in the morning the music wasn’t on and you went back to sleep for another four hours.

As that day was Saturday, it was the best day to get an early work out in. You arrived at the gym around 10am and started on the treadmill. Earphones in, focused on the film you were watching on the screen you kept going. With that you didn’t notice that someone started using the treadmill right next to you. You just kept going and going. Until in the corner of your eye you saw a familiar tattooed arm. You looked to the side and saw HIM. Smiling at you.

‘Hey Bunny’ he smiled and awkwardly waived at you.

‘Wha…?’ your mouth open wide in a pure shock. Why is he here? How did he know where to find you.

‘I thought I saw you here last time and I wasn’t wrong. Good day for a work out isn’t it?’ his smile was addictive. He looked so sweet and his big doe eyes were shining as he was looking at you.

‘It is. Because you thankfully stopped the music last night’ you huffed at him and sped up your pace on the machine.

‘You didn’t come to scold me last night’ he admitted, still trying to attract your focus.

‘I learned few new ways how to deal with it’ you smirked and stopped your run. Grabbed your water bottle and moved away from the treadmill. His smile was still plastered all over your mind. He was just so good looking, so your type but you tried to remind yourself why is he the villain of your story.

He went to scold him few more times because he would keep increasing the volume. Like he really didn’t care about the other neighbours that at this rate definitely could hear all of this. He was as amused each time and each time he called you bunny, opened the door with the widest smile. And each time you would finish the scolding with a small talk or a short conversation about something you both had in common.

But then the music stopped. For weeks. You had no idea what was going on and you started to miss it. Oddly, you never thought about this before but you started liking the guy. Neither of you exchanged names or numbers, yet you started to look forward to another night of you scolding him and then talking for few more and more minutes. You started thinking about his dog, Bam. As he would walk out of the door occasionally to say hello to you and you wouldn’t resist and pet him a lot. It all seemed like a very old dream of yours that stopped coming to you every night.

Eventually you mustered enough courage to go and knock on his door during the day. Maybe have an actual conversation with him. You started feeling a little guilty being so cold and grumpy every time you saw him.

You rang the door bell few times but no answer. Nothing, just pure silence. Decided to knock on the door and when you did the door opened on it’s own. It was open, not even closed by the handle. You poked your head inside and saw empty flat. Only few boxes laying in the middle of the hallway but there was no furniture left, no personal belongings. Nothing. You decided to walk inside. Knowing this is not your business nor you have previously been inside.

Your phone started buzzing in your pocket and you took it out. Notifications from some random gossip websites you never read. The notifications would come up now and then and you promised yourself to turn them off and forgot each time.

‘Jungkook of BTS has moved from his flat to his new fancy house’ was the headline. Then right next to the headline was a picture of a guy with a pierced lip and doe eyes you recognised. OH. MY. GOD. You locked your phone and you were about to turn around and leave the empty flat to go back up to yours and do a research and confirm what you have just read but you were too late.

‘Hey Bunny’ you have heard behind you and you closed your eyes for a second, hoping it was just in your head. You turned around hoping you will see nobody there but you were wrong. You weren’t hallucinating, it was him. And when you remembered the picture on that notification. It was him. He was Jungkook of BTS and you clearly lived under the rock. You told him to become a professional singer… you were so embarrassed and ashamed you wanted to just walk past him and go up to your place. But he grabbed your arm as you were trying to leave swiftly.

‘Please don’t leave’ he added and you stopped walking towards the door when you felt his arm holding you in place.

‘I am so sorry, I never should have..’ you were really embarrassed and you couldn’t even look into his eyes.

‘I tried to tell you bunny, but it was so much easier this way’ he now grabbed your entire figure and turned you around so you were facing him. You still weren’t looking at him, just down on your shoes. Cheeks burning red.

‘It’s okay. I- I should go. I’m not even sure why I got here’ you answered shyly and tried moving towards the door again but he held you down in place.

‘Why did you come here at this time?’ he asked trying to looking into your eyes but you kept looking away.

‘You stopped singing and it has been weeks. I got used to it. I actually couldn’t sleep without it’ you admitted and finally looked him into the eyes. He wasn’t angry, he wasn’t upset. He looked amused, just as amused he was the very first time he saw you in your bunny headband at his door step.

‘I moved’ he finally admitted and smiled, searching for something in your eyes. You froze. It all made sense to you. Of course he moved. You knew that know, from a weird gossip website that decided to send you a notification about it. He loved the fact that you admitted that you couldn’t sleep without him singing. It gave him butterflies and he bit his lip again looking directly at you.

You both froze. Silence. Complete silence. You had thousands of thoughts coming through your mind. He wouldn’t even blink, afraid to scare you off. But the both of you felt the increasing tension building up and when it became too much he leaned forward, grabbed one of your hands and pulled you closer. He closed his eyes and softly kissed your lips. You froze even more, not really knowing how to react. You were ecstatic. This has been building up for days, weeks, months even. But you had no idea who he was and now that it was revealed it was terrifying. You kissed him back, very slowly and gently but it gave him the green light to proceed and he slowly walked with you forward until your back hit a wall. As it happened he broke the kiss and whispered:

‘I came back for you bunny’ he grinned and buried himself in your lips.

[ambitiouspotions]

GREENERY | NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM | ONESHOT

summary — the plans for new year’s eve change so you smoke with neville instead

word count — 2.4k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, marijuana usage, smut

author’s note — university au! modern au!happy new year!

new year’s eve was as to be expected, especially in finding neville couped up in his college apartment with nothing to do because he didn’t want to go out to the bars. you were dressed to go out with seamus, his roommate, and a group of friends that decided it would be easier if you met by the strip of bars. though when you entered the unlocked apartment shouting seamus’ name, neville peeked his head to the side, stuffing a silver container into his pocket. you walked into the living area as neville exited the kitchenette, ensuring his body was blocking the archway with his tall frame.

“hey nev, where is seamus?” you asked, pulling up the waistband of your jeans casually.

“he’s at the bar waiting for you.” neville was still concealing the container in his pocket, but his body language relaxed completely. you sighed at his response. seamus had completely misread your messages. the only reason you went out of your way in the first place is because you didn’t want to walk alone on one of the busiest nights of the year.

“do you mind if i wait here until he answers?”

neville shook his head and motioned casually to the couch. you knew you didn’t have to ask, but you wanted to be polite. there were many times before that you were here or they were in your dorm. neville didn’t move from his spot, knowing the counter in the other room was his opened stash of weed. his body language was back to stiff, knowing you weren’t leaving until seamus contacted you.

as you sat down on the worn sofa to call seamus you wiped the cushions of the crumbs that one of the boys had left. many unanswered calls and texts later you rolled your eyes. while you tried to contact seamus one last time, you noticed neville was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. you tapped your foot in annoyance, finally, a ding came through. seamus would be back to walk you over to the bar when he finished his first drink. he figured you could help yourself to his personal reserve as an apology until he arrived.

“he said to get the liquor off the counter to pregame with,” you stood up, walking to the archway where neville was standing he leaned more into the frame.

“there’s none in there,” neville said, sliding his phone into his pocket.

“nev, don't be silly. it’s seamus; there is some form of alcohol in that room.” you laughed softly, only thinking of the times you were laid on the floor of the den halfway excited and halfway dying because you were trying to out-drink seamus.

“maybe it’s in his room.” neville said, clearing his throat and fidgeting with the ridge of the frame.

you eyed neville suspiciously. he had always been awkward and a bit quirky, but never so abrupt and stiff.

“what are you hiding?” you questioned, watching his cheeks go red and his hands start fidgeting with his pockets.

“nothing, i just don’t think—”

the moment he had moved his hands you caught a glimpse of the kitchen, the bottles of liquor were grouped on the table. “now, nev,” you said, pushing past him directly to the liquor as you whipped your head around, neville was trying to make it to his rolling tray on the counter.

“you smoke?” you were surprised, to say the least. neville was trying to collect his items quietly.

“yes, but don't tell anyone. only seamus knows,” he admitted, cringing at himself for the day his friend found out. he forgot to open the vent in the bathroom, and the moment seamus was in from class, the whole apartment smelled like a mix of majuarina and an ungodly amount of air freshener. neville was asking for forgiveness the moment seamus walked into their apartment. his eyes were red from his smoke session but also from crying. he truthfully thought seamus was going to kill him for smoking in the apartment.

“seamus got you to smoke? i mean, i am not going to say anything, but that's hilarious.” you took a bottle of clear liquor and got a couple of clean cups from the cabinet. even you had smoked before, most of the time with seamus and the friends you were meeting tonight.

“uh, no, actually i got him to smoke,” neville said, moving his shaggy brunette hair to the side. seamus had never tried it, to nevielle's surprise, but with a lot of apologizing and very little convincing, seamus had begun occasionally smoking socially from that point onward. he boys would sometimes get home from their classes or jobs, and both needed a little relaxation.

your phone dinged again right as you were about to pour the shots.

won't make it

girl from physics thinks i’m cute

your face dropped as you read the message. good for seamus, not so good for you. it was already dark outside and the street lights weren’t enough to comfort you on the walk to the bar. you stacked the cups to their original position and put seamus’ liquor in its setting.

“i’m sorry for bothering you tonight, nev. i think i’m just gonna go home.”

neville had a slight frown on his face when he noticed how disappointed you were.

“i was just going to get high and play video games, but you can join me.” he offered, placing his rolling tray and papers back on the counter. “i mean i know it isn’t as fun as the bar but i s’pose you wouldn’t be bored at your place.” he began rolling a singular joint and wiping his spilled greenery into his hand to throw away.

soon you were both situated comfortably on the sofa passing the blunt back and forth. your eyes were fixated on the screen as your hands moved on the controller. neville was carrying the match, but truthfully, you were just happy to be there after your friend canceled on you at the last minute. you eventually laid your head back and looked away from the television. your eyes were watery, causing the mascara on your lower lash line to begin getting liquidy. your mouth was parched, and seeing neville easily rise off the sofa to return to the kitchen for snacks seemed like too much of a task for you. you were grateful he was going.

“can i have something to drink?” you asked softly, only seeing neville nod his head while collecting a couple of goodies from the cupboards. when he returned you laid your head on his shoulder, his cologne still apparent even though the odor from the weed. you sipped the water he gave you and laughed. neville switched to some movie he didn’t have to focus on and leaned back against you. his face was flushed, but his anxiety was lessened due to the weed. you both shared a package of chocolates his grandmother had sent him for christmas.

neville had been a silent yet involved a friend with you. although you were closer to seamus because you went out to parties with him, the moments you were in their apartment, neville always made you feel welcomed. you never wanted to make him feel left out, especially in his own home, so you were usually the person to invite neville to come into your group, and neville was the person to ensure everyone in the group was happy.

you noticed him looking at you rather than the screen and looked up curiously. he had put down his candy package and cleared his throat.

“you okay?” you questioned.

“yeah, just haven’t been alone with someone so pretty in a while.” he rubbed his thumb over the mascara streaks to rid them from your face, causing some inner embarrassment seeing the black makeup come off on his pale digit.

“oh, nev,” you mumbled as he came closer to your face. he leaned his forehead against yours and felt your heart skipping beats as he caressed your cheek softly.

the softest kiss you ever experienced was in that moment. both of you were deeply fixated on each other rather than the background noise of the television or the beginning of the fireworks outside that would occasionally cause the dimly lit apartment to light in different colors. the night was still young as neville deepened the kiss, his hands moving to your back and your hands moving under his hoodie.

you switched your position to mounting his lap, and his eyes were locked on yours as you managed to slip his hoodie over his head. he swallowed hard, unbuttoning your jeans and folding the waistband down, his hand grasping your waist tightly as if you were going to leave. you pulled off your shirt, allowing neville to unzip your front closure bra. it made you shiver as his hands ran down your arms to take it completely off.

he was putting on a confidant facade as he allowed you to grind against him with both of your bottom halves clothed. loosely guiding your hips to adjust your position so you could feel his bulging erection. he was needy kisses against your chest, one hand now fixated on your nipples. he could tell you were enjoying his teasing touches because your breathing would stall for seconds at a time. every touch he gave was otherworldly.

“do you wanna, y/n?” neville had taken his hands off of you and took a moment of clarity.

“yeah,” you said confidently and brushed his bangs away from his eyes. the moment you got up to take down your jeans, he followed your lead, undressing himself. he reached into the drawer of the coffee table and grabbed a condom, sliding it on in preparation for you. your panties were slightly stuck to you as you pulled them off, as your arousal was already present.

you sat on his lap this time; nothing was separating you two. you leaned your face into his neck and gasped when you were fully seated. neville ran his fingers down your spine to settle you. your knees were on either side of him, beginning to bounce on his shaft he leaned his head back and placed another sturdy hold on your bottom. with this, it allowed you to sink deeper into his erection.

your eyes were closed tightly as you rode him, but occasionally peeking to see his facial expressions distort from pleasure. his mouth was agape every time you would flick your ass back just right, causing your walls to tighten onto the tip of his manhood.

neville settled you to a stop, he sat back further into the sofa and put you against his sweaty chest. he began to thrust into, his motions were faster and more consistent which caused him to repeatedly hit your g-spot as if it were a sport. the moment he heard your moans get louder he continued his upward thrusts.

“jeez, nev.” you moaned out, getting a fuzzy mind as he kept pounding into you. your heart felt as though it was going to beat out of your chest because of all the breathing you were forgetting to do in between the moans and gasps as he was causing you to perform.

“tell that to yourself, y/n. you're making me wonder why i’ve been smoking alone.” he took a deep breath and kissed your temple. he laid you down and slid his hands under your back, his hands grasping your shoulders as he entered again. your legs wrapped around his waist. the sweat on his hairline was beading as he continued his repetitive motions. he had to remove one hand to steady himself on the couch, looking down on you lustfully. neville felt as though he was in another dimension, his libido had excelled and the weed was giving him the extra courage to last longer inside your sopping wet walls.

your plump lips were parted, muttering his name, giving him more courage to continue pushing his hips into yours. your legs were looser on him now as they were shaking and your nails were digging into his chest. you arched your back letting out a loud and whiny moan as you reached your high.

it was hardly bearable to let neville finish. each thrust after your climax became more pleasurable than the last, making your already stoned mind get even more of a heightened sensitivity. when neville finished you shared a kiss, but he soon laid back on the sofa to keep the heat away from each other.

you lay staring at each other from opposite ends of the couch, the couch that had also scooted in the wrong direction, from your vigorous activities, before you knew it your eyes were closed and so were neville's. the loud bangs and pops from the fireworks didn't interrupt any of the well-deserved sleep. within a few hours, you vaguely remembered neville lying in between your legs and drifting back to sleep.

though the next morning when the light was barely creeping in seamus came in loudly, causing neville to quickly cover you with his discarded hoodie, he pulled his sweatpants over his crotch so he wasn't fully naked when his roommate would saw you on the couch together.

“YOU PULLED AND I DIDN’T?”

his anger was well deserved because the girl from his physics lecture led him on the whole night only to get free drinks. instead of getting laid, he slept on the dorm room floor using his jacket as a pillow.

“oh, mate, ew,” he continued as he stepped further into the living area to see the half-eaten chocolates, ashtray, and condom lying messily in the den. “gross,” he said looking around at the clothes and noticed a scuff on the floor from the couch moving.

you sink into the sofa, happy that you are somewhat covered from seamus’ judging glare.

“just go in the other room so y/n can get dressed,” neville said, leaning against you more so you weren't as exposed to seamus’ eyes.

seamus shooed him with his hand, cringing as he walked back to his bedroom. “we need a new couch!” he exclaimed, then the slamming door was heard.

“next time don’t cancel then!” you yelled back to hear him curse. you and neville pulled on your clothes tiredly.

“i’d kind of want him to cancel again,” neville admitted, pushing back your messy hair.

“i don’t think he will again, so that means have to make our own plans now.”

[katgoesferal]

Cw Mpreg Angel Dust Huskerdust Happy New Year Everyone!

@scribbsyscribs had to drop an amazing idea last minute and I couldn't resist! And! With a little snippet! https://archiveofourown.org/works/61860079

(you can read the snippet below, but also please show some love on A03)

New Years Eve Ball (Baby) Drop!

Demonsofangstandhumor (EnchantedKat), Scribbsy

Summary:

New Years celebration at the hotel, they plan to watch the ball drop but it's just heavily pregnant Angel sliding down a stripper pole. Very last minute idea for a snippet and picture, thanks to Scribbsy~ Thank you for live beta reading and adding some extra, couldn't have done this stupid shit last minute if it wasn't for you, and shoutout to Pip and Scribbsy for being my cheerleaders as I rushed to finished the picture~ Happy New Year everyone!

Notes:

Scribbsy dropped into the discord with this idea just for laughs and I went to work immediately and was able to draw and color this (flats at least) within the hour and an extra hour to write and finish the picture. Love you for bringing this silly idea to me~

On New Year's Eve at the Hazbin Hotel, everyone was excited to bring in the new year together. 

This year was a bit more exciting because Angel Dust was actually able to stay the whole evening and not have to excuse himself to go to the V’s Tower to perform.

Well, only thanks to getting his soul back and being heavily pregnant by the musky bar cat, Husk.

Despite that– he was going to enjoy tonight with his loved ones.

“Hot damn Angie ya look fuckin’ fab!” Cherri grinned, as Angel did a little twirl in his very short sequin dress showing off his bump, paired with his go-go boots.

“Of course,” Angel tipped his little matching hat, “I still have a reputation after all~”

“Last hoo-rah before the little sucker pops out,” Cherri playfully punches Angel’s arm, “let’s head on down!”

Angel and Cherri headed down to the Lobby where everyone went out of the way to decorate (as usual) and had somewhat on point decor for a New Years’ celebration. 

Husk was serving drinks, grinning when he saw Angel flaunt himself over, “hey, Husky– how do I look?”

“Sexy as always, Baby,” Husk grins, Angel coming around the counter to get some validation smooches.

“Oooh guys the Ball Drop is soon!” Charlie excitedly announced, “I got the television set up and everything!”

“Eh who cares,” Angel shrugs, “just a fuckin ball, you should see what Val does, he has this real fancy party and performance and I do a drop down from the pole!”

“Didn’t they have those when you were living in New York?” Cherri asked, grabbing a drink.

“Yeah,” Angel shrugs, “but I was usually knee deep in someone’s lap makin’ their balls drop~”

“Painting a portrait ova there,” Husk chuckles, mixing a Shirley temple for Angel.

“Oh relax~” Angel giggles.

“Hey, you know,” Cherri giggles a little looking back from the television Charlie had set up, “you kinda look like that big old light ball thingy!”

Angel looked down, chuckling at the fact with his full term stomach and sequins he was twinning with the Ball.

The three shared a laugh, Angel catching a glimpse of a light pole that was near the staircase, lightbulbs going off in his head, “heyy— I got an idea~”

Husk was a bit distracted with Nifty asking for a drink, and just happened to miss Angel walking away.

“Hey guys!” Angel announces at the top of the tall staircase hands gripping onto the pole, “tonight is your lucky night~”

“Angel– what the fuck are you doing?!” Vaggie shouted.

Husk turned his head and looked up, dropping his bottles, “ANGEL GET DOWN FROM THERE!”

“Everyone relax,” Angel waved them off, “I’m a professional. Now calm ya tits and feast ya eyes on mine instead!”

“Ya’ Ange!” Cherri cheered on, “drop that ass!”

“Oooh me next, me next!” Nifty chirped.

“Oh!” Charlie nervously chuckles, “uh— just— be careful okay?!”

“Wow,” Alastor chuckles, elbowing Husk’s arm, “you sure know how to pick them.”

“Angel, if you get hurt—” Vaggie called out.

“Shush, it's my time to shine!” Angel grabs the pole and starts to descend, Husk nervously stretching his wings out just in case.

“Do a spin!” Alastor eggs on.

“Hell yeah, Ange!” Cherri claps and cheers.

“This is so stupid and dangerous!” Vaggie complains to Charlie.

“Oh— c’mon, Vaggie,” Charlie smiles, “he really needs this confidence boost!”

The others started to count down to the New Year.

10!

9!

8!

“Please use all your hands!” Charlie cautioned.

7!

“Show my hands?” Angel asked from the pole, dipping himself out using only two of his hands to hold the pole, throwing off his hat.

6!

“If he gets hurt I’m gonna smack the shit—”

5!

“Aww such a shame, he didn’t fall off yet.” Alastor sighs.

4!

“Maybe there’s still time!” Nifty added.

3!

“Wow I didn’t know you could use the pole like that,” Lucifer just now walked in on the scene.

2!

“You look beautiful, hon!” Cherri gave a thumbs up as she filmed with her phone.

1!

Happy New Year!

Angel reached the bottom, everyone clapped, mostly sighs of relief he didn’t fall off the improvised pole.

Husk came over, “that was really stupid you know?”

“Oh c’mon relax,” Angel smiles, ruffling up Husk’s hair, “you know you loved it~”

“Okay–” Husk blushed, “maybe a little— but that was really high up-”

“I’m sure you would’ve caught the little spider if I fell down the water spout~”

“I wouldn’t say little ,” Alastor added.

“Glad you enjoyed the show, Smiles,” Angel crossed his arms– when suddenly a splash of fluids ran down Angel’s legs.

Everyone froze in place.

‘Wow…” Angel chuckles nervously, “kid really knows how to steal the spotlight, huh?”

“Oh my gosh!” Charlie squeals, “baby time!”

“Damn, Ange,” Cherri adds, “I said drop your ass not drop the whole ass baby.”

Nifty sighs. “I’ll go get the mop.” 

[ravennaortiz]

Always Here

Summary: Juice works through his grieve and regret at never telling you his true feelings.

Juice stared at himself in the mirror. His usual shirt and jeans exchanged for a suit and tie. “Can’t believe you got me in this” he muttered as he moved his arms trying to get used to the confining fabric. “Wish you could be here to see it. I know you’d be snapping photos and shit” he continued as a lump formed in his throat. “It’s not fair” he choked out as the grief hit him again.

“Easy laddie” soothed Chibs as he made his way into the bathroom followed by Tig and Half-Sack. “Easy” continued Chibs as he held Juice closed.

“It should have been you” sobbed Juice angrily as his eyes landed on Half-Sack who shrunk back.

“It wasn’t his fault. She died trying to give them both a chance” stated Chibs as he patted Juices back. “She wouldn’t want you harboring this anger towards him”.

Juice barely nodded. He knew that was true. If you were here right now you would be dragging him out by his ear to apologize. “She survived being blown up in Iraq only to be gunned down in a damn small town. I should have been with them. If I was maybe she” started Juice before Tig cut him off.

“She would still be in the casket in Chapel man. She was always going to sacrifice herself. Only thing that would have been different is you would be just as cold and in a casket next to her” stated Tig firmly as he clasped Juices shoulder. “While we all can understands the grief and pain of losing someone. None of us will understand the loss of losing her like you and Half have. I know it’s hard to think of this but he’s just as lost and torn up as you. Remember he had to sit with her as she cried, came to terms with dying and took  her last breath. That he has to replay that though his mind day and night. She will always be here” continued Tig as he patted Juices chest and head before leaving the bathroom.

Awhile later Juice made his way out to the main area of the clubhouse. Jeez he thought as he looked at the crowd that was inside and looked to be out the door. A mix of bikers, soldiers and random civilians milled about as they wait for their turn to say goodbye. Tears started again as he thought about how many lives you had changed in the short time you had been on this earth.

“Hey baby” murmured Gemma as she pulled Juice in for a hug. “It’s okay” She soothed as she patted his back. “Why don’t you head into chapel with Half? I told him you two take as long as you want alone. The two of you deserve to say goodbye in private and without everyone else being present. We can all wait. She would want to be with her boys one last time”

Juice nodded as he let her move him towards the door. Taking a deep breath he opened it and stepped in. Keeping his eyes off the casket, not ready to see you so still again.

“I can lea-“ started Half-Sack as he turned tears spilling down his cheeks as he finished fixing your dog tags.

“Stay. I want you to and she would want that” stated Juice as he moved to stand across from him on the opposite side of your casket.

Half nodded as he wiped at his eyes. Before extending his arm out with a chain. “She would want you to have this” he stated as Juice looked at the dog tag that dangled from his hand. “It’s her extra I dug around our stuff when I was looking for mine to put on hers.

“Thanks” gulped Juice as he took the necklace and traced your engraved name before putting it over his head.

The two men fell into a comfortable silence. Each with their own thoughts as they said their goodbyes.

“I’m glad you were her battle buddy when she was over in Iraq. She lucked out with you. Thanks for watching over her when I couldn’t.” stated Juice as he glanced up to look at Half-Sack. "I took my anger on never telling her how I feel out on you. It wasn't your fault I didn't have the balls to tell her I loved her more than a friend. That I wanted her to be mine and all that sappy romantic stuff she would have dragged me for. I lost out on that with her and that's my cross to bear. Not yours"

“Pretty sure she watched over me.” Chuckled Half-Sack lightly as he met his friends’ eyes. “She loved you too. Just so you know. Always talked about you and shit. I’m sorry the two of you never got to be together like that. I’m sorry I couldn’t save her this time” continued Half-Sack as tears poured down his face as he went from the time you were both blown up to the time the bullets only pierced your flesh.

“You did all you could. Neither of you had any idea the bullet would hit her prosthetic like that and ricochet. She wouldn’t want you blaming yourself” stated Juice as he walked around and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m sorry for being an ass. She will always be here with us.” He stated as he felt a warmth on the back of his neck and a slight weight followed by what he swore was a whispered finally.

[haethel]

Mosaik Role - Garrett (Thief 2014)

Garrett: rigged by me, using Garrett model ripped from Thief2014 by Tokami-Fuko Motion: Mosaik by Anatroccolo Music: 【GUMI】Mozaik Role by DECO*27 Stage: TK GRID FLOOR Ver1.02 DL by TOUKO-P Stage: Cherry blossom front set by Yuki Skydome: space10207 by btabc Effects: WorkingFloor2.fx ver0.0.8 by Harigane; HeatGround by Harigane; ObjectLuminous by Sovoro; MMD Falling Feathers by Spakaford1; Primal poppy from Thief Wiki; o_SelfOverlay_v0_6 by o_Taman; PostMovie_v1_0 By BeamMan; ExcellentShadow2 by Sovoro; XDOF by Sovoro; CheapLens by Sovoro; G_shader by Underbelly (下っ腹P)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

the way u tuck charles hair behind his ear like a dainty elf princess whenever u draw him sends me every time, i know erik would agree 🙏🏻

i fear im adopting 'dainty elf princess' into my vocabulary here on out thank you for this wonderful gift anon

might you accept my small gift in turn ... i was inspired ...

[tomaturtles]

Happy Campus Apocalypse volume 1 16th anniversary here's something to celebrate

[manitapaleta]

bad religion by frank ocean playing the entire time while drawing this

[orcelito]

Despite all odds, I have arrived home safely👍

Turns out that the earlier goop was the better goop. The adderall goop. The adderall has worn off now though. So I am. Very incredibly out of it.

But I am home. And I will take my quick shower. And then I will climb into bed.

I do need to eat. But... later...

[waugh-bao]

*

[adara-writer]

So I was going to do a whole bunch of writing last night and then my laptop started acting up. I’m going to try and get it fixed today (the trackpad is being really glitchy) but if not I guess this chapter is going to be written on a loaner laptop from the library or without the use of the trackpad.

[sirfrogsworth]

How do you take a photo of time?

I've been watching the track events at the Olympics since I was a wee lad. It was a tradition in our family. We'd gather around our ancient low-definition 19 inch CRT television and watch tiny blobs compete against other tiny blobs and root for our country.

It was a bit like watching YouTube on your phone in 144p.

Several heroes emerged.

Jackie Joyner-Kersee was amazing.

You can't forget about Flo-Jo.

And then the Olympics decided NBA players were allowed in the competition.

Which formed... The Dream Team.

Was this fair?

Well... they won each game by an average of 44 points.

So... no. It was not fair.

Though it became more fair as time went on.

But, umm... yeah. The other teams looked like the Washington Generals and the US looked like the Harlem Globetrotters if they stopped screwing around half of the game.

But my absolute favorite Olympian was a runner named Michael Johnson.

He was cool as heck.

For one thing... gold shoes.

But he also had this crazy, upright, Tom Cruise-ish sprinting style that just made him look like a running robot on the track.

And in the 1996 Atlanta games he just trounced EVERYONE. I mean, it wasn't even close.

Yikes. Those losing blobs are probably really embarrassed.

Last night I decided to invigorate my nostalgia and watch the track events again. And I got to see one of the wildest races in history.

It didn't even last 10 seconds but it was one of the most exciting sporting events I've ever witnessed. Almost every runner won the race.

After I saw that initially, I was like... who the heck won???

Even in slow motion I wasn't sure.

This was one of the closest finishes in history. There has never been a race where all 8 runners were within this margin.

The arena was silent as the winner was being confirmed. The runners just kind of paced around waiting for official word. My best guess was the Jamaican runner, Kishane Thompson. But then the loudspeaker announced Noah Lyles.

The last tiny morsel of American pride burst out of me with a big "Wooooo!"

I forgot what it was like to be proud of my country. I wish it happened more often. But this young man, despite being last place in the first 3rd of the race, turned on the afterburners and won in a photo finish.

And that's when my inner nerd took over.

Because when they showed the photo finish image, it looked super weird.

Why is the track white?

Why do all of the runners look all warpy like that QWOP game?

So I went down a research rabbit hole to figure this out.

Photo finishes are actually fascinating. The first photo finish captured the end of a horse race in 1890. But that was mostly luck and timing. The actual photo finish mechanisms weren't used until 1937.

Originally they would film the finish line through a physical slit.

And the first horsie head that appeared in that slit would be the winner. This technology ended a huge aspect of corruption in horse race fixing almost overnight.

But we have come a long way since then. And I'd like to introduce you to the Omega Scan 'O' Vision Ultimate.

This slow motion camera sits fixed on the finish line of every race. The concept of the photo finish has remained remarkably similar to the 1930s approach. The camera sensor is specially designed to only record a vertical slit.

Only the finish line itself is actually captured.

And because it limits what it records to only that slit, it can capture 40,000 frames per second to get amazing temporal resolution.

So why don't the photo finishes just look like, well... this?

That is because the camera takes a picture of time more-so than dimensional space. I guess it would be more accurate to say it *assembles* a picture of time.

As the runners cross the finish line, the camera combines all of the little strips of pictures into a single image.

It's almost like if you tried to reassemble a piece of paper after it had been shredded.

Imagine each strip of paper is a picture of ONLY the finish line, just at a slightly different point in time.

What if someone stopped on the finish line and didn't move... what would that look like?

Once they got there, the same part of their body would just be repeated.

So the right side of the photo finish picture represents earlier in time and it just assembles the image strip by strip as time passes and you literally get a picture of time itself.

NEAT!

Okay, but how do they determine the winner from the photo finish?

I mean, that shoe looks like it is ahead of Noah Lyles!

Clavicles!

The IAFF rules state the foremost part of the torso must cross the finish line first. And the endpoint of the torso is the outer end of the clavicle.

So if you get this bone across the finish line first, you win the race.

Two more fun facts!

The start of the race is actually just as carefully timed as the end of the race. There are sensors in the starting blocks of each runner.

The starting gun also has an electronic sensor.

They have determined the fastest a human can react to the sound of a gun is roughly 100 milliseconds. So if you start running before 100 milliseconds they know you didn't actually hear the gun, you just got antsy and started running too early.

And the final fun fact...

Did you notice the Omega logo at the top of the photo finish?

That isn't superimposed or added after the fact. That is captured by the camera.

But if this image is composed only of tiny little slivers, how did they get the Omega logo to show up?

That is a little display. And it is synchronized with the Scan 'O' Vision Ultimate to show a little sliver of the Omega logo for each frame captured.

So when the final image is stitched together, it looks like a cohesive logo at the top of the photo.

Pretty clever, Omega!