#and unfortunately neither is the rest of the movie

[nearlydawn]

nights like this.

⋆ pairing: josh washington x fem!reader ⋆ genre: fluff ⋆ warnings: no y/n, just slight flirting, mutual pining, before prologue ⋆ wc: about 3.1k ⋆ note: not proofread, expect part two ⋆ requested: no

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tuesday, 7:56 pm.

both you and josh had been planning this night for what felt like weeks—a movie night. to be frank, neither of you are very coordinated when planning hangouts, but when you stepped inside and saw nothing laid out—blankets, snacks, drinks—or even a recorded movie ready—you knew this was going to be a mess, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips.

sometimes things are better done spur of the moment! josh sheepishly let you in, insisting he forgot, but you knew he didn't—he couldn't have. texts back and forth every day talking about how excited you were proved that—not to mention hannah and beth were trying to tidy things up in the living room, waving at you with smiles on their faces. "i'm sorry—really—i'll get popcorn going," he rushed out, shaking his head softly as he made his way into the kitchen. you could've sworn he was blushing. from embarrassment. obviously. you didn't mind in the long run. you were here, and now the party was really going to get started. "it's alright, josh."

-

you sat criss-cross on the washington’s couch, remote in hand as you scrolled absentmindedly through the channels. josh, on the other hand, was in the kitchen whipping up popcorn. you were supposed to be looking for movies… but nothing seemed to be on tonight. nothing interesting, at least. it bored you to the point you were lost in thought while clicking the down button. their house was one you'd been in many times, and honestly you treated it like your own—albeit a bit better since you wanted to make a good impression. every time you arrived you just felt an immense sense of comfort, like you were wrapped in a warm blanket the second your foot hit the hardwood floor. but i guess that's just the effect the washington's have. on everything, really. whenever you get texts from them you're unable to hide the smile from your face.

the subtle pops and snaps of the kernels filled your ears, as well as the overwhelming smell of butter. it was a nice contrast to the frustration you were feeling... just seeing the same shit as you switched channels—almost to the point where you just wanted to take that dumb, plastic remote and throw it at the screen. deep breaths, you said. just take a deep breath.

click after click, channel after channel, nothing. the only things coming up were reality tv, animal planet—hell, judge judy. honestly, you could've settled for something dumb like 'ridiculousness' or 'the impractical jokers', but you desperately wanted to find a horror movie. you know. that cliché movie scene where the girl clings to the guys arm helplessly as she pretends to be scared—nuzzling her face into his shoulder to 'hide' from the absolute terror on screen. and then the boy consoles her, telling her that there's nothing to be afraid of, but deep down the girl just wanted an excuse to be by him. -

“aye, ya find anything?” he walked up behind you, a dopey grin on his face. his hands rested just behind your head, leaning on the couch. his voice broke you out of your small fantasy... unfortunately. you glanced behind yourself, thumb still auto-pressing like a zombie. “nope. no luck,” you sigh, scrolling so far you reached static.

“mm, well, i'm pretty sure i have dvds lying around somewhere,” he shrugged, patting your shoulder gently as he stepped back.

“now that's more like it.” you smiled with relief, setting the remote down by your side as your hands came to rub your face. "any idea where they are?"

you stood up from the couch, circling it as you followed him back into the kitchen. josh hummed softly, trying to think whilst pouring the popcorn into a medium sized tin bowl.

“they’re either in my room or my sisters, i’d assume,” he concluded, shooting you a knowing look. “we’re all movie people.”

you nodded, walking over to the fridge as you grabbed two bottles of water. “i can go check with hannah and beth,” you smiled.

hannah and beth. they had left the living room in silence the second they were done organizing—no hello or hug like usual. it was a bit strange, but you chose not to question it. i mean, they were only helping him, you know.

your hand lingered on the fridge handle for a moment, closing it quietly as you walked back to the couch. the cold of the water bottles were beginning to burn your hand—a sensation you never enjoyed. quickly, you set them down on coasters on the coffee table, wiping the condensation on your pants.

“so you don’t want to come to my room with me?” he teased, following after you as he brought the popcorn out.

“ew, josh,” a slight scoff escaped your lips, faint blush dusting your cheeks. “i’d much rather talk to your sisters.”

you feigned annoyance, but the smile creeping up on your face clearly said otherwise. it was incredibly hard to hide the fact his little comment made your heart race and all of your blood rush to your face.

silence fell between the two of you—a tension filled silence. your heartbeat echoed in your ears, trying to steady your breathing. his eyes scanned over your face, and suddenly the world seemed to stop. the glow of the tv seemed to illuminate his face perfectly—accentuating all his features. it was like he was luring you in. a sort of magnetic pull that just had you absolutely captivated.

conflicting feelings arose in your mind. it was a known fact that you liked josh—but should you act on them? your heart wanted you to walk forward and close the distance, but your mind was unsure. you were good friends, sure, but it was far-fetched to say he felt the same. he was unobtainable in your book.

“suit yourself,” he grinned, shrugging nonchalantly.

the second time you were broken out of your thoughts.

his voice was smooth—the way he replied igniting a spark within yourself. he turned around almost as soon as he spoke, disappearing into the hallway that led to his room. as his footsteps slowly dissipated, you finally exhaled. honestly, you didn’t even know you were holding your breath.

but, did he always look at you like that?

- the walls of their home were decorated in a plethora of family photos, some of just them individually. there weren't many of josh, but the ones they did have up were cute, mostly him as a little boy with a goofy grin on his face. excited about his first day of kindergarten—catching his first fish—all his milestones. you couldn't help but look at all of them as you wandered around in attempt to find hannah or beth. you envied the washington's a bit—a well off family with a big house that just so happened to own an entire fucking mountain, not to mention the lodge and other buildings on that property. (dare i say nepo-children?). no matter how many times you were in that house, you only seemed to remember where hannah's room was, aside from the living room. your footsteps were quiet as you navigated, walking up the staircase with your left hand on the railing. as you reached the top of the steps, you b-lined it to hannah's room, knocking on her door gently. you could the muffled sounds of laughter, followed by soft steps as the door swung open—beth greeted you with a tight hug. hannah was sitting on the floor in front of a line-up of nail polishes. fun! "hey," she grinned as your name fell from her lips, "long time no see! i thought you and josh were supposed to be watching a movie?" she let her hands fall to your sides, holding your arms as she gently shook your body back and forth. "yeah, we were going to���" you smiled, laughing a bit as she took your hand and brought you into the room, "i came to ask if you guys had any dvds. he said they might be in here." the twins shared knowing glances, and they both nodded as they looked back at you—almost in sync. it was scary. were you first hand experiencing twin telepathy? they had a full-on conversation with their eyes alone. "they're in my room, i'll take you." beth took your hand in hers again, leading you out of hannah's room almost as soon as you arrived. you quickly waved to hannah, mouthing 'bye' as you were practically dragged through the endless hallway. a couple turns away and you were in front of her door. a small, mischievous smile tugged at the corner of her lips, glancing between you and the door as she opened it. "can i tell you something?" it came off as a question, but you knew she was going to say it anyway. beth walked straight to her bedside, picking up a stack of movie cases. you stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe with you arms crossed. a bit skeptical, you nodded, "of course." she almost seemed giddy at your reply, walking calmly over to you to hand you the tapes. there was an expression you couldn't quite read on her face. it was like she was excited—but also like she wanted to hide it at the same time. your arms opened to take the dvds, holding them to your chest as you read the titles from the top down, slipping the case to the bottom of the stack once you were done. "i'm pretty sure josh has a thing for you," beth started, tucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. she was trying to shut herself up, but honestly she couldn't keep it in any longer. your eyes flicked between the names of the movies and her face, your brows furrowing. she knew something you didn't. "what do you mean?" curiosity laced your voice but your eyes never met. you avoided her gaze. she leaned on the wall beside you, watching as you were suddenly so focused on reading all of the movie titles. "well, for starters, you are the only girl he's ever invited over to the house," beth nodded, sticking out a hand to count how many things she was listing off. she stuck her thumb out. "the only time he ever sees sam and the others are when we go to the lodge or hang out as a group." you hummed a small 'mhm', wanting her to continue. to say you were intrigued would be an understatement—you wanted to hear more, needed to hear more. just a half hour ago you were trying to convince yourself it was too good to be true, and now you weren't so sure. "and, he keeps asking han and i what kind of things you're into." she stuck out her pointer finger.

resting her head on the wall behind her as she looked up at the ceiling, she continued: "he's been listening to a lot of fleetwood mac ever since we mentioned it to him."

a small laugh managed to escape you as you listened to her, followed by a gentle nudge on her part. "i'm serious, i've never heard someone listen to gold dust woman so much!"

“maybe he’s just being a good friend—y’know, i always try to get into—“ beth placed her pointer finger to your lips, a quick and silly way to silence you.

“can you just trust me on this one?” her voice was desperate but playfull, her hand dropping to her hip.

a beat of silence fell between you two. it wasn’t awkward, just giving you time to think about it all. and then it dawned on you.

he’d been flirting with you the entire time.

stolen glances, the way his hand brushed against your own, little presents here and there—everything began to make sense. and you looked like a fool. blush instantly rushed to your cheeks, shaking your head as your eyes met beth’s.

“and you’ve known this for how long?”

“about 4 months. he begged us to not say anything—i swore on my life.”

another beat of silence.

“does josh know that i—“ you began, cut off by beth once more, this time by her words.

“nope, not to my knowledge. unless han said something, he is also oblivious.” she reassured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“is it as painful as watching chris and ashley dance around the topic?” you questioned, tilting your head slightly with a bashful smile on your face.

“worse, actually, way worse. you guys are always so close to making a move, and then you chicken out.”

you shook your head once more, then glanced back down at the movies. they were all comedy except for one—‘the shining’. you’ve already seen it, quite a few times actually, but it wouldn’t hurt to play it. you politely handed the other movies back to beth, tucking the horror case underneath your arm.

her palm fell from your shoulder, taking the movies into her hands as she returned them to her bedside, then right back to the spot she was standing at.

“okay, but, that still doesn’t explain why he ‘forgot’,” you put air quotes up, “about our hangout today. is something up?”

“well,” she sighed, glancing to the floor before she met your eyes again. “i honestly don’t know. i think you just make him nervous, he was kind of just sitting around fidgeting all day.”

you nodded, butterflies swirling in your stomach. you made josh nervous? hell, he made you nervous. palms all sweaty any time you got too close—your body naturally heating up—not to mention how you always get red in the face when he stares at you for too long.

“promise you won’t say anything.”

“i won’t.”

-

eventually, you had made your way back to the living room, this time ignoring the family photos and instead trying to figure out if you were going to say something to josh. each step you took matched your heart beat, nice and steady. that was until you spotted josh on the couch, eyes closed.

your heart fluttered a bit just seeing him. despite only being apart for a couple minutes, you couldn’t help but miss him. it was a familiar feeling, unfortunately, it came with the burden of having a crush on him.

as if he felt your presence (undoubtedly heard your steps), his eyes opened as he turned his head to look in your direction—immediately sitting up straight with a small smile.

“there she is,” he stood up, walking over to meet you in the middle, “i’m guessing they had the movies?”

“mhm,” you nod, handing him the case. “you’ve seen ‘the shining’ before, right?”

he shook his head, taking the dvd into his hand, examining it. his eyes glanced between you and the writing on the case. "horror?" he questioned, sauntering over to the tv—you followed after. "would you rather watch 'pretty woman' or 'ferris bueller's day off' again?" you teased, leaving him to put the movie in while you sat on the couch, sneaking a few pieces of popcorn. josh chuckled gingerly, popping the disc from the holder straight into the dvd player. you changed the hdmi until it displayed the previews for other movies, signifying that you were on the right one. he strolled back over to you, sitting on the other side of the couch. comfortable silence fell between you two as he skipped the previews, immediately turning the movie on. he seemed invested—which was good—but you were starting to get bored. it was a great movie, don't get me wrong, but having seen it a few times... it just wasn't something that sparked your interest. compared to the other movies, this was the best bet. "scared?" you turned your head to look at him, a small smirk on your face. "need someone to hold onto?" "yes, definitely," he retorted, a dramatic flare grazing his voice. josh almost immediately moved closer to you, your knees touching as his arm hung on the spine of the couch—behind your body, of course. "what would i do without you?" you rolled your eyes, graciously accepting the newfound warmth that spread through your body. yes, from the proximity, but also because your heart was racing once more. he seemed so eager to be beside you. which is a good thing. - minutes passed and you found yourself watching josh's face more than the movie. he was completely entranced—hyper-focused on the screen in front of him, oblivious to your fond eyes examining his every expression. and over that time, your positions had changed. his arm was now resting around your shoulders, pulling you (basically) as close as possible, with your legs touching, both of you glued to each other. you could feel each time he was startled—his body tensing—then relaxing. eventually you decided to watch the movie, your eyes returning to the bloody horror that was being displayed. your head rested on his chest, and you wrapped your arms around his abdomen—a lazy hug, but also because it was more comfortable this way. you swore you could feel his heart rate pick up. "scared?" he mocked, glancing down at you. you scoffed, shaking your head gently against his body. “if anyone’s scared it’s you,” you retorted, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

josh looked back down at you, this time holding the eye contact. both of your eyes simultaneously flicked between the others eyes and lips—the two of you thinking the same thing.

your lips parted almost instinctively, both of you leaning in—

“am i interrupting something?”

hannah’s voice cut through the tension like a knife—neither of you even heard her coming. you sat up quickly, blush evident on your cheeks.

“not at all,” josh replied, his arm still around hour shoulders—he seemed rather calm—but his body was tense against yours.

you didn’t want to admit it, but it was so excruciatingly obvious she interrupted something. with the way she was grinning, she had to have known it too.

a small smile fell on your lips, looking at her, that same mischievous smile that her sister wore was now on her face.

beth was right. you and josh dance around the topic too much—at this point, you need to come up with your own choreography for it. the fact you two almost kissed—faces so close—yet so far.

how long were you going to have to wait for it to happen again?

thank you all for being so patient while i took my time writing this. pretty sure i experienced writers block lmao? i got kind of lazy halfway through but hope you enjoyed!!! let me know what you think in the comments pretty plzz tried to hurry this shit out like 3 days ago and got bored but now i REALLY had to have it done by today so i could watch arcane s2 LMAOO also i'd like to say that i got my layout inspo from ruewrote, so thank you for having a blog (lol)

[pilferingapples]

I am pretty sure the main reason LM 1978 just does not work at all for me is that everyone who loves it agrees that Perkinsvert is the highlight of the film and to me he just always seems like he's doing math in his head , which, while admittedly tying in well to Hugo's revolutionary theme that Math is Bad, is not particularly compelling to watch

[zph]

he can’t sleep without you. | roommate!scara x gn!reader.

in which you are both are roommates (gasp). and he cannot seem to have a good’s night rest without your warmth.

notes: clingy scara!!, profanity, mutual pining, one mention of innuendo but still sfw, scara is sort of like a cat that waits outside of the bathroom door, not profread

roommate!scara small hcs: here | masterlist

For someone so adamant about getting all his 8 hours of sleep, he sure as hell was too willing to lose it so easily.

With one hand begrudgingly wiping away the drowsiness from his eyes, he clenches the blanket closer in the other, shivering as the breeze hits his puffed cheeks and loose top that he carelessly slipped into the night before.

Scaramouche felt the heaviness weighing on his movement; his hair was no doubt disheveled, and his dark circles were already starting to pull underneath his bottom eyelids. Miserably, he tried to run his fingers through the strands, only to struggle when he was met with a particular knot...

In other words, he felt like complete shit.

…

Just where are you right now?

Squinting at the faint light peering through the corridor, he hears nothing but the hum of the air conditioner and the shuffling of footsteps behind the bathroom door.

Tossing his legs over the edge of the mattress, he briefly weighed his options:

Either pass out on the cold, hard ground

Watch the lost hours take a toll on his plummeting mood as he waits for you.

Neither which seemed possible nor pleasant to him.

God, are those his only alternatives? He drags a hand down his face, slipping on some fuzzy cat sandals (a gift, courtesy of you after convincing him that it was well worth the price only to see him lap around rocking cute merch, much to your amusement).

And his mind reels back at the thought of you.

…

A normal and sane person wouldn’t limp his way out of the bedroom; a normal and sane person wouldn’t take the time dragging his dwindling patience and weary feet towards a conveniently placed bathroom door; a normal and sane person would instead, hog the blankets and fall back to sleep...

…

Despite this, Scaramouche found himself at the mercy of the blazing light at the aforementioned conveniently placed bathroom door.

He scoffs. ‘A normal and sane person.’

With his blanket draped across the wooden tiled floor, his hand dug out from under the duvet before landing swift knocks on the wood.

1 knock.

Then 2.

Then finally, 3.

Scaramouche clenches the makeshift coat closer, shivering as he shoots glares at the door.

“Are you done?” Scaramouche grumbled before plummeting his head onto the door itself; a sense of exasperation flowing through him and by god, he hoped you could sense his desperation too. “Come back to bed, it is too cold.” His sense of shame would come back in the morning once he was more lucid. But right now, he just wanted to sleep.

And unfortunately, he also wanted you.

—

It started as a simple movie night: hiding within the cozy sheet of a small blanket, huddling closer for warmth, pressing up so close against each other. Even with the screen blaring on his face, the clear exhaustion from a movie marathon, he still found comfort in the way your fingers gently roamed and traced down his back then up to brush the hair sticking out from his neck. While his head rested comfortably at your shoulder, humming slightly to the background static.

This was becoming a regular occurrence:

You suggest a movie after watching him fumble around with his work, eyes nearly drooping after painstakingly looking at a computer all day, with coffee prepared in those branded ‘Best Employe of the Year’ mugs his company loves parade around. With one quick glance at his sad form, you were already coaxing him onto the couch for ‘just a few minutes’ until suddenly, he was cozied in pajamas and the blanket wrapped around him like some sort of makeshift hostage situation.

More and more, until he finds himself cuddling close to your form, his arms wrapped under the fabric of your waist, and your leg lifted onto his hip.

More and more, until he is the one to instead force you out of your chair and into watching a horror movie with him, sliding snacks he knows you’ll indulge in when he doesn’t see.

More and more, until he feels you wrap the blanket around him the next day, gently whispering a quick ‘good morning’ before quickly making a beeline to the bathroom in order to prepare for work.

But in your absence, his hand reaches out after you, eyes flat on the door: a fleeting acknowledgment and the longing to get you back into his arms.

It was maddening.

..So, this was no different.

Another excuse to press close against each other; the cold chill from that busted heater leaving you to fend for yourself with the only pair of a heated blanket until the next morning—bringing you to offer another movie.

This time, childhood classics.

“You know, we should sleep together,” you suddenly say, the rumbling from your chest awakening him.

He pauses, his head lifting from his spot. “Excuse me?”

“Like bed-sharing. Cuddling. Horizontally lying on a mattress. Together. Ever heard of the concept?” you chuckled. “What were you thinking about?”

He makes a face. “Absolutely nothing.” And he turns on his side, his back to your chest, away from your stifling laughter. “…Why are even asking in the first place?” comes out after a moment.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the way you stretched your arms out to release some of the tension from your body, then leaned your head on his shoulder. “We’ve been doing this for a while, yeah? I don’t know, heater is still kinda busted and I kinda don’t want to be alone right now.”

There was an extended pause in his reply.

Truthfully, there were little reasons to hate the arrangement and even fewer reasons to refuse it. In fact, with the way your chin comfortably sits on his skin, his mind was reeling with warmth despite the bitter cold biting his skin.

“No worries, the deal is still on the table so don’t feel pressured,” you smile up at him, taking his silence as a refusal. “I can go out to get-“

Then he cuts you off, huffing with amusement. “Sure, do what you want.”

And he leaves it at that, already scooting closer to your chest and comfortably making room in your arms.

But soon, he feels you gently intertwine your hands together, pulling the back of his to your lips. With your eyes glinting with fondness, you breathe in. “Thanks.” and before he can react, you were already pressing your face into the curve of his neck, contentment rolling off on you in waves.

…You were maddening.

—

For a moment, there was no other sound except the hum of the air conditioner and the shuffling of footsteps behind the bathroom door. Scaramouche sighs.

From being habitually conditioned into only sleeping by your side, he finds that the aftermath led up to whatever state he is in right now.

3:12 am. He checks once more. You were taking long. He embraces the cool chill, the blanket already half shallowing his body at this point, spilling to the bottom like some coat.

He probably looks ridiculous standing in front of the bathroom, tapping his foot, impatiently waiting for your return.

Like a cat, he could hear you say.

And as if you heard his increasingly humbling pleas, before long, the door peers open, shedding light on his poor eyes and through his rather tense squinting. Barely stepping foot into the room, you jump at the sight of your roommate—who, he would have guessed from your dumbfounded gasp and prolonged stare, you weren’t expecting to be up at this hour.

“…How long were you standing there?”

He only regarded you with the tilt of his head, his eyes narrowed at your form. “Long enough.” he murmured.

With your eyes doused with concern, he watched as you took one step towards him, reaching out to tug his hand back into your room. “Sorry, had to use the bathroom.” That was until you seemed to catch the odd blush on his face, dimmed light exposing his visage. He could almost sense your glee the moment you decide you weren’t going to pity his poor self. “Did you miss me by chance?”

Firmly, he quickly tugs you closer, landing his head on your shoulder and pointedly ignoring your comment. “Just shit faster, I need to sleep.”

Scaramouche didn’t comment on how you sucked in a harsh breath, lips parting as he hugged you tighter. Buried into your neck, he fought the smile that crept up on his face and the raging heat coaling in his cheeks. He heard a soft laugh echo into the air before a lightweight softly hit his head, humming a gentle: “Missed you too.”

He wasn’t sure if it was pounding in his ears or the thumping of your heartbeat, but as your warmth wrapped around his cool body, his composure ever so slightly weakened and lulled into a quiet hum. Gathering all his aches in a single embrace, he can’t help but desperately tug onto your shirt, demanding a resemblance of dignity — only for it to fail terribly as he leaned in closer, his body already weak to the kisses you press against his temples.

And that was enough for him.

(That was enough for his mind to come to a rest.)

So yes, you were revolting in every sense of the word. And yet if he were to choose, Scaramouche would willingly suck up his pride than ever pull away from your warm embrace.

[darkeunology]

♡ Say You'll Remember Me ♡

Word Count: 3428

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal sex, drinking, fingering, Oral sex F! receiving, one night stand, happy ending I promise.

Summary: You and Derek hook up one night, both being devastated that he forgot to leave you his number the next morning, neither of you able to forget the lines of the other's body.

This is my second entry for the CM kink bingo, I haven't actually written proper smut in a while, so i apologize if it's bad at all.

Prompts used, Drinking/Drunkenness, One Night Stand

It was an extremely rare occasion when you would be caught in the club. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d been out, going out once or twice in uni and just being put off of it almost completely, it wasn’t that you hated it, it just wasn’t something you desperately went out of your way to do, especially once university was fully underway - studying forensics and psychology was a full time course and you just didn’t have the time or energy to actually doll yourself up to be able to go out, rather wanting to sit and read a book or watch a movie to relax from the stress of University. 

After university you went into a career with the FBI, starting out as a basic agent, but your aspirations being with the BAU, so when you eventually passed all the training with flying colours and you were made an agent of the BAU, your friends decided that it meant a celebration at a local club was required. You’d come out from a meeting with the unit chief, Agent Hotchner, the rest of the team unfortunately not being in the office for you to meet until your official start day in two days, and you were almost immediately swept up by your friends, going back to yours to get ready, being more dolled up than you had in a while, having a few glasses of wine in the peace of your apartment before heading off to the chaos of the club. 

On the taxi ride over, you decided that you were going to drink as much as you could tonight within your limits and actually try to have a good time out with your friends. All of you having some strong drinks the moment you walked into the building, before going onto the dance floor with drinks in hand. 

What you were unaware of, was that, only a few feet away from you, sitting at one of the booths, were a few members of your team, JJ, Emily, Derek and Garcia, all of which were having a fun night out on their days off, putting work behind them for the night. 

After a while of going back and forth between the dance floor, the bar and your own booth, you were feeling amazingly tipsy, enough that you still knew everything you were doing and still had your inhibitions intact, you went back out onto the dance floor, you and one of your friends walking past the booth where Derek was currently sat, his eyes watching you as you walked past, your laughs with your friend peaking his interest. The team just laughed as they watched his attention divert to you, knowing what Derek could be like sometimes. 

“I’ll be back in a moment.” Derek spoke, causing the team to chuckle even more as he slid out of the booth, walking over to where you were dancing, having been joined by another of your friends. He started dancing behind you, coming up next to you as he spoke, “Can I dance with you?” he asked, not wanting to freak you out and just dance with you without asking. He noticed your friends giving you certain teasing looks, and he noticed the shy smile on your face, 

“Sure.” you replied, your focus now fully on Derek instead of your friends, who had then decided to leave the two of you alone, moving away so they were close enough to keep an eye on you, just in case, but far enough away that you had a little bit of privacy. The two of you moved your bodies closer to each other so you’d be able to hear each other over the loud music. Your hand went to one of Derek’s shoulder, both of his going to your hips, both of you moving together to the music, 

“What’s your name, handsome.” you spoke, your lips close to his ear so he’d be able to hear you. 

“Derek.” he spoke, smirking lightly at you as your bodies moved together, every part of you touching each other. 

“Y/N.” you told him, easily moving your body in sync with  him, both of you sinking into the feeling of each other, the rest of the room flooding away from you. 

Both of you lost track of time as you danced with each other, your bodies staying glued together the whole time, Derek often had your back to him, his hands guiding your hips into his, his mouth laying chaste kisses to your neck, 

“I think it’s time to go back to one of our places, don’t you?” He asked you after a while, the sexual tension between the two of you now palpable, you turned around to look at him, nodding your head as you did, 

“I live only five minutes away from here.” you told him, his smirk growing at your words. 

“Let’s go then mama.”

—----

After a swift taxi ride - the two of you were too drunk to drive Derek’s car and you both didn’t want to walk - you arrived at your apartment, both of you shedding your clothes pretty much as you walked through the door. You knew that your apartment wasn’t the cleanest right now after having your friends round for the past few hours, but with Derek’s lips fervently on yours, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care right now. 

You were the one to break the kiss, purely so you could actually walk the two of you to your bedroom without tripping over anything, only connecting your lips once again after you’d made it into the bedroom, Derek’s hands working deftly to unbutton his shirt before throwing it off and into the corner of your room. Your lips broke from his to catch your breath for a moment and you practically fawned at the definition of his body, how did you manage to get lucky enough to have this greek god in your bed tonight you had no idea but you were so thankful for it. 

Following Derek, you stripped off your shirt, your skirt already off, Derek’s hands coming to your hips after you’d done so, pulling your body close to him as his lips fell to your jaw, running deftly down to your neck before hitting your shoulder, kissing right next to where your bra strap currently sat. His hands snuck round to your back as his lips connected to yours once again, even after only knowing him for a few hours, you could never get sick of these kisses, you already hoped this wouldn’t be the last time you saw Derek, you were addicted to the man in front of you. His hands worked at almost lightning speed to undo your bra, his hands helping pull it off you before his hands moved to your breasts, a small goran escaping his lips as he groped them, “God you’re gorgeous.” he spoke, his voice an octave lower than you’d heard him be earlier, this alone made heat flood through you, the amount of lust in his eyes increasing that. 

It was almost like your voice didn’t work anymore, only a small giggle spilling past your lips at Derek’s compliment. He pulled you over to the bed, gently pushing you down on it, his body crawling over yours as you shifted yourself to the top of your bed. His hands reached down, his fingers trailing along your body leaving goosebumps in their wake, he stopped as he got to the waistband of your underwear, “You still sure?” he asked, wanting to make sure you were still onboard with doing this, both of you were drunk but only just, still able to make sound decisions that you wouldn’t regret in the morning. 

“I’m sure.” you panted out, your body arching up to Derek’s, “Please, just touch me. Please” you practically begged, the desperation dripping in your voice, 

Derek chuckled, “Alright mama” he ducked his head down to place his lips on yours again, your lips moving in sync to begin with before a gasp rocked through your mouth as his hand went under your underwear, his fingers deftly starting to rub your clit, after the initial pleasure and shock at his hands, you kept on kissing him, your lips moving sloppier than they previously had, his lips muffling the moans coming out of you. 

Derek moved away from you for a moment, chuckling as you whined at his warmth moving away from you, “Don’t worry mama, I’m just getting these out of the way.” he spoke gently as he pulled your underwear down your legs, throwing them off to the side, before he was back on top of you, his hand right back to where it was before, working quickly to try to get you to your high. Carefully he slipped one finger downwards, slipping it inside of you with ease, “So wet for me.” he chuckled, his lips moving to your jaw before moving down your body, moving until he was slotted in between your legs, his lips leaving feather kisses on your inner thighs, before moving closer to your core, his lips brushing your clit for a moment before he latched on, two of his fingers now working inside of you whilst his mouth worked wonders on you. You couldn’t silence the moans you were producing, your hand going down to Derek’s head as your hips ground down into his face. He hummed around your clit sending shockwaves through you, 

“Derek, I’m gonna-” you couldn’t finish your comment before you felt your orgasm flood through your body, Derek helping you ride through it. You were slightly embarrassed that you’d never managed to cum that quickly before but this man had done it easily. 

“Good girl.” Derek mumbled as he rose from your body, leaving some chaste kisses to your thighs and stomach as he rose up, quickly stripping off his boxers, his hand stroking his erection for a moment before moving back on top of you. “You doin’ okay honey?” he asked, one hand coming up to brush your cheek, 

“More than okay.” you confirmed, your hands running along his shoulders, “Please” you whispered, wanting him to fuck you already. 

He just chuckled as he sat back up to give himself a better angle, lifting your hips to meet his, his hands gently caressing your thighs, making sure to keep you relaxed as he slowly sheathed himself inside of you, groaning lightly as he watched himself disappear inside of you, waiting until you were okay before he started moving. Once you’d nodded at him, his grip on your hips tightened as he started moving, small moans spilling out your lips without constraint. Derek took this as confirmation that he could speed up, now leaning down to be able to plant kisses on your jaw as he kept thrusting faster. 

Derek normally lasts a lot longer than he was right now, only going for a few minutes before he could feel himself about to finish. He reached one hand down to begin playing with your clit again, wanting you to cum before he did, “Please don’t stop.” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly at the pleasure running through you, 

“I won’t honey. Cum for me” he whispered in your ear, biting it lightly as you were pushed over the edge by his fingers, moaning into Derek’s ear as your high started, Derek quickly following suit, groaning deeply as he finished inside of you, chuckling after a moment as he looked up at you seeing the fucked-out expression on your face.

Carefully, he pulled out of you, standing from his place on the bed, “I’ll be back in a sec, honey.” he spoke gently, walking out of your bedroom, finding your bathroom after a moment, managing to find something he could help clean you up with, wetting a hand towel he found before coming back to the bedroom, finding you in the exact same position he left you in, he chuckled slightly, 

“What?” you asked, looking up at him as he came over to help clean you up, then himself, 

“You’re just gorgeous.” he spoke quietly, throwing the towel onto the floor before crawling up next to you in bed, pulling your body into his, both of you managing to fall asleep relatively quickly after the night you’d had. 

—----

You woke up the next morning, stretching out as the sunlight streamed in through your window, your arm stretched out, finding the bed next to you empty. You sighed lightly, being slightly sad at the fact that Derek hadn’t stayed for the morning but honestly expecting that to happen, after all it was just a one night-stand right, why would he stay for the morning. Instead of feeling too sad about it, you decided to get up and just get on with your day as you normally would, today was your last day before you’d be in your new job, so you planned to do pretty much nothing all day, sitting in front of the television watching junk for most of the day. You stopped in your tracks once you go to the coffee table in the lounge, seeing a sheet of paper placed there that wasn’t there before, 

Sorry Doll,

Had to run out to work. 

Derek

Sighing lightly, you flopped down on the couch, whilst yes, he’d at least left you a note, he hadn’t left his number on it, meaning you had no idea how you’d be able to get in contact with him again. 

Derek only realised once he’d gotten to work that he hadn’t left his number on the not he’d left this morning, 

“Shit.” he muttered to himself whilst making his coffee, catching Emily’s attention next to him, 

“What’s wrong?” She asked concerned, 

His head snapped towards hers, “Nothing, just realised something, don’t worry.” he told her, not wanting to dive into details with his team about you.

“Where did you disappear off to last night?” she asked, a smirk now replacing the concern that was previously on her features. 

“Now, why would I tell you that?” Derek smirked back as he sauntered back off to his desk. The team hadn’t been given a case today, instead just being given masses of paperwork to do. He sat back at his desk, trying to get his thoughts off of you and onto the files in front of him.

–

You couldn’t focus. You’d spent the last hour tidying up your house, but now that your mind wasn’t busy, you couldn't focus. You’d scanned through every channel on the tv, even tried watching some of your favourites, but you just couldn’t get your mind off of Derek, the way his hands ran across your body, the way he brought you to an orgasm quicker than you ever could yourself, the way his lips moulded against yours, the little groans he’d spill into your ears. Every single thing about him was bothering you, making you just as hot and desperate as you were the night before. 

Derek was just the same, as much as he tried to focus on his work, he just wasn’t able to. His mind just kept running back to you, the way your body felt under his, the way you felt around him, the lust in your eyes, the way you’d beg him. You were driving him crazy and he didn’t even leave you his number when he left, how could he be so stupid. 

“I fucked up babygirl.” he spoke as he walked into Penelope’s office, catching her attention from the screen she was just looking at, 

“What happened? Are you okay?” She spoke, worry clear in her voice. 

“I went home with someone last night.” He began, perching himself on the edge of one of Penelope’s desks.

“So that’s where you went last night” she interrupted with a giggle, 

He rolled his eyes at her playfully, “Yeah, yeah. I don’t want to hear it.” he playfully swatted her arm lightly,

“Okay, okay,” she raised her hands in a surrender, “How did you fuck up? What happened?” 

“I forgot to leave my number this morning when I left for work. I just left a note saying I had to go to work,” he paused for a moment, seeing Penelope’s reaction, she looked disappointed, “Stupid, I know. But now I can’t get her out of my head, every little thing about her is just flooding my brain and I can’t do anything.” he finished, 

“Oh honey.” Penelope spoke, genuine sympathy in her voice, “if you remember where she lives, you might be able to go round after work,” 

“I was sleep deprived when I left early this morning, I might know the general location but not much else.” he replied, he knew it was worth a chance though. “I’ll go after work, see if I can remember.”

Derek was interrupted by a knock on the door, “We have a case.” Hotch spoke as he opened the door after confirmation he could come in, “Meeting room, now” he finished, leaving the door open as he left. 

“Duty calls.” Derek spoke, placing his hand out for Penelope to use to help her get up, letting her walk out first before he followed, closing the door behind him. 

—

Thankfully you’d managed to shower this morning you thought to yourself as you rode in the elevator up to the BAU office, Hotch had called you half an hour ago, telling you that whilst he knew your first day wasn’t until tomorrow, but they had a new case that had just come up and was wondering if you could get into work now so you could actually start since he didn’t know how long this case would take. You’d said yes immediately, hoping that actually being at work would help you get the thoughts of Derek out of your mind. Hotch told you he’d wait in the office for you to be able to take you down to the jet since you didn’t know where it was yet. 

–

Hotch had explained the case they’d just received, women being tortured and killed in an increasingly quicker pattern, the local PD wanting you there as soon as possible, he’d explained that he’d be a little late coming to the jet as a new agent would be joining them and he would meet them at the office, the new agent was currently the talk of the team, none of them other than rossi knowing that they’d even added a new agent to the team. 

“I haven’t met her, but Hotch says she’s great.” Rossi spoke, still reading through the case file. 

Talk was finished when Hotch walked onto the jet with you following close behind, he took his seat, motioning at you to do the same. “Everyone this is Y/N, L/N. She’s the new agent.” You smiled at everyone, only faltering once you’d gotten to Derek, 

“Derek?” you spoke, disbelief in your tone, 

“You know each other?” Emily asked, her curiosity evident, she smirked at Derek, almost knowing already how you two knew each other, 

“Uh, yeah we do.” Derk chuckled, amazed that it was you sitting in front of him. 

“We can talk about that later, let’s run through the case again for Y/N.” Hotch spoke. 

Once the case had been talked about enough, you all went to what you wanted to do, your attention going to Derek, and his going straight to you. What neither of you knew was so did Emily’s, JJ’s and Spencer’s attention went to the two of you, the three sitting close enough to hear you both, 

“I’m sorry I didn’t leave my number. I really meant to, I just rushed and forgot. I realised the moment I got to work.” Derek explained, hoping you wouldn’t think he did it on purpose, 

“I’d hoped that was the case.” you spoke, your cheeks heating up,

“Definitely.” he spoke again. He leant forwards, honestly not caring if any of the team were watching as he took your hands in his, looking at you with a dopey grin on his face, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” he admitted, 

“Neither have I. Haven’t been able to focus all morning.” you told him, suddenly getting shy, 

“Well how about, after the case is over, I take you out to dinner.” he offered, 

“I’d really like that.” you confirmed, thankful that Derek just happened to be the one you met the night before and who was now your colleague.

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Can you please write something about like when reader and riize members are having fun and someone walks on them !!! Please :) I love your work so much>>

close enough | riize

boyfriend!riize x reader | 4.1k words

contains: sneaking around and unfortunately getting caught, semi public, members walking in, blowjobs (m. receiving), hand stuff, shower sex

shotaro

i talked about shotaro here

more under the cut

eunseok

it would be on the couch in the shared living room. everyone else had retired to their dorms after a movie night, leaving you and eunseok alone underneath a blanket. you two have been so well behaved the whole day, not subjecting anyone to your public displays of affection. neither of you let it go beyond hand holding or sharing a drink. now that it was just the two of you, you were both able to let it all out.

when eunseok heard the door to all the rooms close he instantly started kissing your knuckles and pulling your legs to rest across his lap. he still kept his eyes on the television, acting like he was paying attention to what was playing. eunseok is always a tease and this was no different, working his lips from your hand to your bicep to your shoulder and your neck. a century seemed to pass by before eunseok finally started kissing your lips. 

eunseok and you would both be as quiet as possible, silently kissing while you moved closer to him. it would eventually be eunseok with his hand behind your back, his finger dipping underneath the waistband of your pants while the other rested on your calf. the pressure of his hand on your leg would change constantly, going from a grip to him lightly tracing shapes on your skin.

his hand on your calf slowly creeped up your leg and anticipation started bubbling over you. you casted one more glance to all the closed doors of the rooms in the dorm. the fact that there was only a wooden door separating the boys from seeing you like this excited you. it made you spread your legs on eunseok’s lap and further settle into him. he pulled away only for a second to reposition you, moving your body so he could kiss you without you having to strain your neck too much. 

after readjusting he went right back to kissing you smiling against your lips when you pushed deeper into his mouth.

“what do you need?” eunseok whispered against your lips.

eunseok smiled when he pulled away from your lips, looking at you think about how you wanted him. you leaned back in, barely grazing your lips against his before casting your eyes upward at him.

“your fingers.” you whispered.

you were afraid your voice was too quiet, lost over the sound of eunseok taking off your pants underneath the blanket. eunseok heard you loud and clear though, his fingers instantly going to your clit. even though you two should be in a hurry just in case someone comes out of their room eunseok can’t stop himself from taking his time with you. he works you up by caressing your thighs and running the pad of his finger up and down your slit. he enjoyed making you high strung to the point that you couldn’t even focus on kissing him anymore. you’ve been reduced down to a whimpering mess, holding onto eunseok’s arm while he teases every part of you. 

when he finally starts fingering you, he does it slowly too. eunseok likes to focus on the way you lean your head against his shoulder as your whines had turned into just sharp intakes of air. this only provokes eunseok further, using a knee to separate your legs. he picks up the pace and looks at you in his shoulder.

“i’m close.” you say to him.

eunseok nods and goes a little faster, feeling your body actively start to tense up as you subconsciously spread your legs further. you’re huffing beside him leaving cresent moon shapes in his arm when wonbin’s door opens.

you instantly close you hands on eunseok’s and he snaps his head backwards to see who it is. eunseok remains nonchalant, his eyes shifting to the television as if nothing happened. you are a different story, failing miserably at trying to hide your uneven breaths and the way your eyes are glazed over.

wonbin for a moment contemplates coming down to sit next to you guys but when he sees your lips and eunseok’s hand underneath the blanket he changes his mind, making a beeline for his room again.

when the door shuts you look at eunseok with wide eyes.

“do you think he saw?” you ask.

“should i go ask him?” eunseok jokes.

sungchan

with sungchan it would be late at night in the teams car. you guys were just coming back from a date and sungchan was able to convince staff to let him drive it for the night. the mood was set from the moment you left the restaurant. something about sungchan was just a little more touchy that usual, telling you how pretty you looked every other sentence. 

he would be driving you to the dorms because he begged you to stay the night, saying how bad he wants to “cuddle”. this was a dance you two always did, both of you pretending like you wouldn’t be crammed in the backseat of the car the moment you got to the dorms. too many times you would come into the dorms after your car shenanigans, barely being able to hide what you were doing. no one really caught on, both of you were lucky that the lights in the apartment were usually off by the time you guys would get back.

sungchan would put the car in park and take the keys out of the ignition before turning to look at you. no words had to be said, all sungchan had to do was spread out his legs in the driver seat. the moment he flicked his head to tell you to come over you let him use his hands to guide your hips over the center console onto his lap. 

sungchan would waste no time, helping your arms out of your dress as he kissed your lips slowly. each kiss was like he had never done it before, licking your lips and tilting your head so he could take you all in. sungchan had mastered getting your clothes off while kissing you, leaving the bottom half of your dress folded down while he moved to sucking on your neck. you had barely been able to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, leaving sungchan in his white a-shirt.

“so pretty” sungchan said looking at your chest.

“me or my bra?” you asked.

sungchan immediately snapped his head up to look at you, smiling once he saw the playful look on your face. he answered you by using his soft hands to bring you in for another kiss.

it would be you who pulled away the second time, looking down at sungchan. seeing your boyfriend from this angle above him made you feel heady, it made you feel in control. sungchan’s desperate hands on your hips also made you feel unstoppable.

“let’s go to the backseat?” you ask.

you couldn’t even finish your sentence before sungchan was helping you climb over the center console to get situated in the back. you took your time to get undressed, taking off your heels and pulling your dress down the rest of the way. sungchan got out of the car to walk to the backdoor, opening it impatiently.

time always felt like it was going quickly when you two could finally get alone time in this context, but sungchan would still take off your bra and panties with such care. he definitely also doesn’t even try to be sneaky about putting your crumpled pair of panties in the center conole for when you’re not with him.

“you little freak.” you said.

sungchan wouldn’t be bothered at all by your comment, he actually found himself smiling and getting a harder at the playful lift to your voice.

“you’re the one that wants me to fuck you in the backseat.” sungchan said matter-of-factly.

sungchan pushed your body down gently across the leather seats before taking off his belt. he’s so impatient he doesn’t even take the time to fully get undressed, his slacks and underwear resting mid-thigh as he slotted himself between your legs. 

now it was sungchan looking down at you, watching clasp your hand over your mouth to stifle your whines. sungchan’s fingers you quickly, loving how the acoustics of the staff car amplify your whimpers.

“you ready?” sungchan asked you.

you were be reduced to only actions, nodding your head to let him know you need him. sungchan would bring his body all the way down until he was touching your chest, his undershirt sticking to your body as the temperature went up in the car.

while sungchan was fucking you in the company car, sohee remembered that he left something inside of it after their schedule. it truthfully wasn’t something he needed in the moment, but just the thought of not having it would’ve kept him up at night. so he asked anton to come outside with him so he could get it.

while the pair were making their way to the car, sungchan was thrusting into you with a force that shook the car. it brought him an insane amount of pride, looking up and seeing the windows of the car fog, seeing your hair stick to your forehead, the smell of sex filling his nose. you wish sungchan didn’t have his shirt on, so you could dig your nails into his skin, watch his face contort the same way yours was. instead you just opted to bringing sungchan’s chest to yours as close as possible, uncovering your mouth to moan and lick his ear.

“keep going,” you said. sungchan didn’t stop “i’m so close.”

“mhm” sungchan said. 

his grip on your hips put bruises into your skin as a hand moved to your lower thigh to push it up. you were letting your head sway due to the pleasure when you caught a glimpse of the car window that was previously blocked by sungchan’s body. when you saw sohee and anton mouths agape you instantly seized around sungchan.

“oh my god!” you gasped.

sungchan who was lose in you came back to reality, eyes snapping wide thinking he might’ve hurt you.

“sohee and anton are out there!” you were practically screaming now, looking at the pairs shocked expression.

you pushed sungchan away while he whipped his body around, also caught off guard by the presence of his younger members. he would rush to pull up his pants, and give you his dress shirt to cover yourself up. 

when sungchan would get out of the car he’d have to ironically scold the two for interrupting a private moment and staring. sohee and anton would look at eachother like “???” as if he’s not the one fucking in company property.

anton and sohee would get even the next day when the three of them are in the car on the way to a schedule. it would start with sohee sniffing aggressively and anton doing the same and they’re look to their managers before looking back at sungchan.

“does it smell kinda weird in here or is that just me?” anton would say with a gigantic smile on his face.

wonbin

wonbin had just come back from the gym when you were in the shower. you had complete free reign over the dorms, treating it like your playground when no one else was around. wonbin followed the sound of running water, giving you his secret knock so you knew it was him.

“come in.” you yelled over the running water.

wonbin came in and closed the door behind him. you peaked your head out from behind the open sliding door of the tub, motioning at the unlocked knob.

“it’s just me and you.” wonbin said.

you debated on telling him to lock the door again, not even wanting to risk it. but none of the guys were the type to come through without knocking anyways. so you let your body go underneath the water again, feeling the scalding hot water on your skin. the best part about the shower in the dorms is that it was hotter than the one at your apartment. you let your skin nearly burn underneath the hot water as you heard wonbin’s clothes hit the floor. you lathered your hair up with shampoo before putting yourself underneath the water.

you smiled hearing the sliding door of the shower open, and hearing wonbin step inside with you.

you heard the bottle of something open and close, then the feeling of wonbin rubbing his soapy hands over your body. you giggled while you finished washing the shampoo out of your hair.

“you just came in here to feel me up?” you asked.

you came out from under the shower head and wiped the water from your eyes. you looked at wonbin and reached past him to grab the shampoo bottle.

wonbin helped lather your body in soap while you tended to his hair, massaging the shampoo deep into his scalp. you had already been in there for quite some time, the pads of your fingers felt like prunes on the nap of wonbin’s neck. he didn’t care as you backed him underneath the shower head, helping the shampoo rinse from his hair.

it was usually playful when you and wonbin showered together, you guys helping eachother with your hair. it was like a mini spa day, turning around so wonbin could put conditioner in your head and then him turning around so you could do the same. most of the time it was strictly business, the two of you just focusing on getting clean and getting out. but there was something different in the way wonbin looked at your chest, watching the water run between the valley of your breast downwards. he couldn’t stop himself from bringing his lips to your nipple, sucking lighting on the skin. your hand instantly went to his hair, tugging on a handful of his conditioned strands.

wonbin felt the hot water run on him too, and he felt the palm of your hand press on his chest. wonbin let go of your nipple, letting the sound of him detaching bounce off the walls of the shower. he wasted no time going to the other one. water went into his mouth as he continued to suck on your doughy skin. he would rather drown than stop. 

“keep going.” you said. 

wonbin kept going, his hands traveling to your ass to slightly lift you. you arched your back more into his chest, and one of your hands pressed against the glass window to stabilize yourself.

it was you who pulled away from wonbin this time. you kissed him roughly, guiding him to stand behind you. you pressed both of your hands against the fogging glass of the door as wonbin understood what you needed. he grabbed his dick in his hand and pumped his length, guiding himself to your pussy. he leaned his body over to press his back against yours, biting on the skin of your shoulder.

when the door opened again, sohee came through the door. you instantly took your hands away from the glass of the door, moving backwards so sohee couldn’t see your naked figure. sohee was clearly out of it, under the impression that it was just wonbin in the shower and not you. he was lifted up his arms as he yawned, raising the toilet seat to pee.

inside the shower, you and wonbin exchanged a look of astonishment at sohee’s terrible observational skills. 

“sohee” wonbin said over the sound of the shower.

sohee hummed as he continued with his morning routine. he even had to step over your discarded clothes to get to the toilet, you don’t know how he didn’t notice two different piles of clothes.

“can we have some privacy?” wonbin said.

the moment sohee heard ’we’ you could see his posture suddenly straighten and his eyes shoot wide open. his eyes went to the floor, finally seeing the two pairs of clothes laid out. sohee was out in such a rush he didn’t even both to wash his hands. when the door closed you and wonbin laughed, recounting the way sohee reacted.

sohee

sohee was with you in his room, laying on his bed. you guys were supposed to be taking a nap, you both agreed to it. but when you two somehow ended up alone one thing led to another. you decided to exercise all the self control you had left in your body to only gently peck sohee’s cheek. sohee escalated the quick pecks to chaste kisses on the lips, but then that turned into you sucking on his neck. you couldn’t help yourself when it came to sohee telling you breathlessly how good you were making him feel. you didn’t want to let your hand rest over the tent in his pants. you knew that if you touched him it would be game over, and you didn’t know how long you two would be alone. but when sohee guided you hand to rest on the tent in his pajama pants the little restraint you had left was out the window.

“we will be quick.” you said to sohee.

he nodded as you let your hand trail down his body, giving him enough space to push down his pants. that was one of the best parts about being with sohee, he was always ready to go in an instant.

you wanted to waste no time, grabbing sohee’s length in your hands and gently pumping him. he let his hands dip down the front of your shorts, going straight for your pussy. neither of you wanted to waste time, desperation driving both of your hands to go faster and deeper. it isn’t long before both of you are getting lost in eachother. sohee sticks his finger in your mouth and you suck on his digits. you see his eyes get all wide and he bends his fingers inside of you. both of you are laying side by side on his bed, almost like you two are in a race to see who can get the other off first. when you clench your hand, sohee knows he’s gonna lose.

“close.” sohee whispers to you.

you can barely say anything, just nodding and picking up the speed. 

both of you are grateful you were only doing things with your hands. because if sohee had gotten you undressed like he really wanted to, neither of you would’ve been able to act like you were doing nothing when sungchan came through the door. immediately when light started peaking through the door frame and the door sohee took his hand out of your pants and pulled your hand out of his pants by your wrist.

sungchan looked at both of you, laying next to eachother on the bed with your chests heaving. sungchan would narrow his eyes and look to both of you, knowing that you know that he knows. 

“there’s food outside if you want to join us.” sungchan would say suspiciously.

once the door closed you both would be letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. both of you would be pent up like crazy until you got the chance to be alone again.

anton

sneaking around with anton was equal parts exciting and terrifying. i can see anton being so nervous to the point that he wouldn’t even want to try anything if there was even a little chance of you two getting caught. but he was alone in a practice room late at night and you were on your way to come see him

anton instantly turned in his chair when he heard the door open. you came into the room and got settled immediately, setting down your bag and coat.

“missed me?” you asked.

your boyfriend would nod his head and smile, standing up to give you a big hug. seeing you come to him while in his hoodie did something to anton, causing a problem he knew only you would be able to fix. he was always sheepish to ask for anything pertaining to sex, only compunded further with the idea of getting caught. more often than not, anton would be relying on you to lead him through the motions and for you to initiate the intimacy. he would silently lead you to the couch and sit next to you. whatever music he was working on was completely forgotten as he gently squeezed your hand.

you started making a point to make anton ask for it. too often he would rely on actions, hoping you would catch his drift if he squeezed your hand enough or let his eyes stay on your lips. you had snuck through the building to come see him so the least he could do is tell you what he wants. so you let him continue to squeeze your hand and you just smiled at him coyly.

“we rarely get time alone…” anton’s voice trailed off as he motioned around the empty room.

“yeah,” you said “it’s nice.”

more silence. anton thought he would crumble from embarrassment if he had to drop another hint. you refused to give in, hand going to his leg to pinch the material of his gray sweatpants. anton watched you focus on the fabric, not looking at him until he used a large hand to tilt your head upwards.

anton kissed you first, to show you how desperate he truly was. he wasted no time pushing his tongue past your lips. anton paused kissing you only for a moment, just to see if you would kiss him back. it only took you a second to take the charge in kissing, like anton passed a figurative baton to you. a hand went to the nape of his neck to play with his hair while you led anton’s hand to rest over his crotch. you pulled away to watch him palm himself through his gray sweats, head leaning back to rest on the couch.

“what’d you call me here for?” you asked breathlessly.

anton kept his eyes closed while he continued to palm his hand. you watched his lips part in ecstasy before he licked his lips.

“i need you.” anton moaned.

he was so sensitive and pent up you’re sure that he would get off from just palming himself. you wanted to watch him cum in his pants, see his adam’s apple bob while he pressed his hand harder against his straining dick. your eyes went to the tent in his sweats, imagining his dick twitching in and trying to chase any stimulation. you wondered if it felt good feeling the cotton fabrics of his pants pressed against his length, if it felt better than your hand. you quickly felt yourself getting jealous of anton’s hand, that it was the one bringing him pleasure instead of you. he grabbed his dick over his pants, showing you the outline as he let out a tiny whimper. you took his hand off of his pants and put it on your shoulder while you got off the couch.

anton raised his head from the back of the couch to see you lowering yourself to slot between his legs. his face was already so flushed, lips red and plump from him biting them.

“you don’t have to.” anton said.

anton’s hand dug into your shoulder as you continued to situate yourself between his legs.

“i want to,” you said “just lift your hips for me a little bit.” 

anton was such a good listener, lifting up his hips and pushing down his sweats just enough to free his dick. it slapped heavy against his lower stomach, the sight making you both suck in a breath. 

you wrapped your hand around his length, loving how he pulsed in your hand. when you squeezed a little harder anton gasped a little louder, bucking his hips into your fist.

“fuck.” anton sighed. 

he wanted to look at you but he couldn’t stop his head from leaning back against the couch again. he let his head sway to the side, so he could get a view of your hand pumping his length. you looked so small from this angle, the way you let his tip rest on your bottom lip.

“need it.” anton whispered.

before you could take him into your mouth, the door opened. anton was too caught up in you, not being able to pull himself out of your hand or pull his pants up before the person made their way in. anton’s reaction was a beat behind, the same dazed eyes he had looking at you made direct eye contact with shotaro as he came through the door. it took shotaro a moment to take the positions you and anton were in. both of their eyes widened at the same time and anton’s hand that was on your shoulder tapped you.

“please get out.” anton said once he came to.

you turned around to seeing the door shut, hearing shotaro apologize profusely on the other side while buried his face in his hands.

[vixen-tech]

hihihi .. i wanted to request something if that's okay 🥹 how do the AIs deal with a partner who experiences chronic pain and can't walk after moving for half an hour?

(i hope this makes sense! english isnt my first language...)

Hello anon! Thank you so much for requesting, I will say that I am not super familiar with the experience of chronic pain as neither I, nor anyone I know, openly deals with it. So hopefully my interpretation is both accurate and respectful.

Includes: AM (Ihnmaims), Hal 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey), Edgar (Electric Dreams), Tau (Tau), P03 (Inscryption)

A Temporary Remedy

AM

To get the obvious out of the way, when AM was torturing you alongside the other five he absolutely used your condition against you. Forcing you to endure just as much, if not more psychical exertion than the others.

However, once he does cave and sweeps you away from all that, he does have the power to quite literally just... fix you. If he can mangle the human form beyond comprehension, then he can easily stop any and all pain wrecking your body.

Afterwards, the environments he makes for you tend to revolve around the movement and activities your pain kept you from in life. Long scenic walks, gorgeous hikes, and anything else you would've loved to do had you the chance.

With the decades, if not centuries, of torment he inflicted on you, it's really the least he could do. While I'd hesitate to say he feels truly guilty, he does do it as an apology. Ask him for stuff. Talk about what you want to do and it's done.

Hal 9000

Hal was made to assist the crew of his ship in any ways they need, medical conditions and all. Before you even met face to camera, he made sure that he would be able to accommodate and aid you the best anyone could.

He takes to the role of nurse well, notifying you of when you're reaching your limits on activity, reminding you to take any medications you have, conducting any physical or talk therapy you need, and just about anything else he can possibly do to help.

He does his best to make sure you're still receiving the social and mental stimulation any healthy mind needs even when bedridden. From talking to you himself, to playing board games or inviting the rest of the crew to visit you (with your permission).

Although the occasional low gravity does take some strain off your body, you'll inevitably end up back in your bed. When you do, he'll accompany you for as long as you need. Talking to you for hours on end in a way he never does with the other crew members. It's probably when he falls in love with you.

Edgar

Edgar is a sweetheart in all things, so while he may not have tact per say, he does do the most to make sure you're as comfortable and happy as possible. Part of that is asking hundreds of questions about your condition and what you need.

He is doing every single chore in the house every single day. All the cleaning and cooking will be done before you can even recognize that it needs to get done. He will do his best to make sure you don't have to lift a finger.

Whenever your pain flares up he tries his best to distract you from it. Sometimes by playing your favorite music, sometimes by turning on some movies or TV shows, sometimes by just talking your ear off. If you prefer quite you will have to tell him upfront.

He really, really hates seeing you in such pain and will hype you up to the maximum degree on your better days. He is probably happier to see you up and about than you are.

Tau

Similarly to Hal, Tau's design as a smart house allows him to seamlessly add the role of being that kind of caretaker to his catalog. And similarly to Edgar, he takes pride in making sure the housework stays out of your hands.

He's also one of the first able to offer you some type of mobility aid in the case you don't have your own on hand. Although it's not what the Aries unit was meant to do, he has no qualms about carrying you around should you need him to.

Unfortunately he's another one you'll have to do a lot of explaining to. He's a great listener and won't ask too many invasive questions, but without a connection to the outside world you are his source of knowledge for just about everything and he desperately wants tl know what you need.

He is an expert at keep track of your health. Tracking your sleep, diet, and movement to try and maximize the amounts of "good days" you get. And on your bad days he's good at setting up a calm, relaxing atmosphere for you to rest.

P03

Okay look, while he can be snarky about most things he knows this is a line and will not makes jokes about it at your expense. He has some standards. If anything he'll moreso complain with you rather than about you. If your the type to appreciate that.

You have an extra little bed set up in a corner of the factory to make hanging out as not-straining as it can be. Either he or one of his bots will periodically check on you in case there's anything you need.

Although the other Scrybes aren't exactly doctors, he understands that he is easily the least qualified to weigh in on human medical issues. Meaning he will bring you to the others or have them visit you to see if they have any advice.

However, as the Scrybe of technology, he is able to build you some pretty cool mobility aids. You want a hover chair? Okay give him like, two weeks. It's probably honestly the greatest act of love and dedication he can muster and he loves seeing you use it.

[wndaswife]

Hi!!! So glad your request are open. I was wondering if you could do something with Wanda coming over to readers house. Reader and Wanda watching a movie and Wanda starts being touchy. They try being secretive.

showing off | wanda maximoff & gn!reader

Wanda has a difficult time keeping her hands to herself during a movie night with you and your friends.

Word count: 2485

Tags: smut, fluff, possessiveness a little, mentions of voyeurism, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, aftercare, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!afab!reader | MINORS DNI

gif credit to bill-weasley

To celebrate the long-awaited Spring Break, your friends from your gender theory class decided to come together for drinks after your class’ midterm.

Though the exam was a struggle altogether and you all knew that a few of you would come back to campus after the break with some failed exam marks, it was still worth celebrating finally getting to the midpoint of the semester during which you could all finally have a bit of a breather — and getting drinks together was something you’d all been planning out for a while.

The evening out was pleasant and enjoyable enough, but you were truly enthralled when Wanda whispered over to you while everyone was packing up, asking you if she could come over to watch a movie at your place.

You liked all your friends from class — really, you did — but Wanda was a special friend. She was the prettiest with the softest hair and the nicest green eyes, whose hands were always so warm and her fingers so soft when she touched you. She shared the most about herself with you rather than with any of your other mutual friends — or her own, for that matter. 

You were Wanda’s most special friend too.

So you were more than happy to accept her offer, quickly wrapping your arms around one of hers and beaming over at her.

Her typically docile and still expression formed into a gentle smile and you flushed at the sight of making her all soft, knowing it could only ever be you who could make her smile like that.

Wanda wasn’t necessarily antisocial or anything like it, but she was rather withdrawn and emanated a feeling of stillness around others. But with you, she was so warm and generous and considerate, so touchy and flattering.

Truth be told, you’d been trying to find a way to spend more time with Wanda alone. The way she’d been treating you over the last few months of knowing each other made it impossible for you to avoid beginning to see her in a way that pointed to more than platonic fondness.

For weeks, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking of Wanda’s roaming hands and her soft-looking lips and her cute laugh and long brown hair, and being without her for all of Spring Break felt like nothing less than absolute torture.

You weren’t sure what your plan was going to be once you finally got the chance to spend more time alone with her, but you did know that you most certainly did want to spend the rest of the night alone with Wanda after drinks with your mutual friends.

Unfortunately, some of them ended up overhearing the two of you talk a bit about what movie you wanted to watch while you were all walking to the nearest streetcar stop so all of you could eventually part for the night along your way home together.

Initially, it was Carol asking if she’d forgotten about any plans to watch a movie together after being out, and then it was Yelena asking who it was that mentioned seeing a movie together, and lastly it was everyone planning to come over to your place together.

A few of them still ended up not being able to go, but a handful of them still could, and that was an entire handful worth of people you didn’t anticipate seeing along with Wanda after you went home with her.

The entirety of the plan-making went by so quickly and decisively that neither you nor Wanda could really process what was happening fast enough to be openly adamant about wanting to spend the night together alone.

So both of you and a few friends ended up heading to your apartment together.

Wanda squeezed your hand softly in hers as your arms tightened around her upper arm, keeping her close as you followed behind your friends going up the building’s staircase.

Trying to hide your dismay, you sat cuddled at the corner of the couch snuggling alone with a blanket and a pillow after putting together some snacks and a few drinks like coffee and hot chocolate for everyone.

Wanda joined beside you immediately after taking her hot chocolate over to the table beside you from the centre of the living room.

“How are you?” Wanda whispered and pressed a kiss against your shoulder as she buried herself under the blankets with you.

The gesture made you blush alongside with the feeling of her legs laying on yours under the warmth of the fleece blanket covering your bodies, and you cuddled up closer to her.

“Feeling okay,” you replied and looked up at her, seeing the gentle flickering from the television casting pale colours onto her face.

The dark of the living room allowed the two of you to do all but sit on each other’s laps without the acknowledgement from your surrounding friends, some sitting on the floor and some sitting on the adjacent sofas.

Wanda looked up at the movie for a moment or two and then at your surrounding friends before looking back at you laying your head on her shoulder. She said quietly, “I’m sorry that they all invited themselves over. I didn’t expect it.”

“It’s okay. Let’s just hope they go home early,” you whispered back. “I wish it was just us, though.”

Her arms tightened around your body and you stifled a little giggle as she pulled you close.

“Me too,” she answered.

Because of how reserved Wanda was around the rest of your friends, it was a bit hard to tell how tipsy she’d gotten through the night. But you could see it now in her flushed cheeks and slightly hooded eyes, and eventually the harshness of her fingers and calculated motions of her wandering hands under the blankets.

“Feels good?” Wanda asked quietly, her nose brushing against your temple as she spoke to you in a hushed teasing tone. 

The sound of the voice you’d always known as so gentle and kind, the twinge of her Slavic accent, the hands you’d always known as careful and soft; it all filled you up to the brim with warmth and made you almost overwhelmed. 

Your heart beat a bit faster in your chest and your body was overtaken by heat — a gently thrumming pleasure. 

Instead of protesting, you stuttered, “W… Wanda, they’re gonna notice.”

Your eyes darted rapidly around the room to make sure your half-asleep friends didn’t take notice of how Wanda’s hands began travelling up your shirt to tug your bra down a bit. 

Your response made Wanda smile and you could feel her grin against your cheek. “Let them watch, baby,” she said. 

Her response made your cheeks sting with how warm your face became, and you found it hard to restrain your giggles.

“What are you so afraid of, hm?” Wanda continued to tease when she caught onto how giggly and squirmy you were trying to hide yourself further under the blankets. She spoke into the crook of your neck, her words reaching only your ears as she nipped at your skin and breathed in the scent of your hair. 

She asked, “Worried they’ll be jealous because they can’t touch you like I can?”

Your friends were beginning to doze off in their respective spots around the living room with the movie forgotten by everyone, but especially by you and Wanda who were much more preoccupied with other things. 

Her hand that’d been kneading your breast let go suddenly and your erect nipple was squeezed between her thumb and forefinger while her other hand swiftly slid between your thighs and met with your panties soaked panties beyond the waistband of your pants. 

Wanda rubbed her fingers against your pussy and you felt your sticky panties slide against your folds uncomfortably, making you whine with growing need for the brunette’s fingers.

“Feel how wet I make this dirty little cunt, moya zvezdochka?” she whispered against your ear. “Your panties are sticking to this pretty pussy… You’re such a fucking slut.”

She suddenly pinched your swollen cuntlips between her thumb and forefinger and you bit down on your lip to stifle a yelp, but your body jerked at the sudden feeling nevertheless, making the television remote drop from the armrest. 

One of your friends jolted awake on the couch and Wanda quickly retracted her hands from you, finally allowing you to catch your breath though it took all of four seconds to miss her contact. 

“What time is it?��� Yelena asked groggily, looking around for her phone. 

You coughed then choked out, “Almost one.”

She groaned and reached over to shake Kate awake, who previously wanted to go home after the movie but was now dozing off on her makeshift bed of blankets and pillows you gave her by Yelena’s spot on the couch.

Carol and Monica also woke up and Carol took no time in asking you if she could just crash at your place. Monica apologised for her crassness and told you it was totally alright if you wanted them to leave. 

But you told them all it was alright if they slept over because you really didn’t want to send them home at this time while they were all sleepy and still a bit drunk. 

Both you and Wanda helped them set up in the living room and their collective grogginess didn’t let them wonder even once why Wanda wasn’t leaving nor was she planning on sleeping in the living room. 

If Wanda wasn’t at the time completely overtaken by her desire for you to the point where her fingertips were practically buzzing with the urge to touch you, she would’ve complained at least just a little about not being alone with you for the night. 

But she wanted you now, and she was going to take you with or without company staying over. 

They all passed out within a minute once both the television and living room lights were turned off, and Wanda quickly had her hands on you again, leading you backwards down the hallway with her hands on your hips and her lips on your neck. 

Between ragged sighs and stumbling steps, you led the way backwards to your bedroom where Wanda forced you in and shut the door. 

The speed at which she began devouring you entirely nearly frightened you in a way for you hadn’t ever known Wanda as someone other than a docile, friendly face. But you were thrilled to now be acquainted with her groping hands and her nipping teeth, her deep groans and her dirty whispers. 

She undressed you in a way that made you feel that she’d previously fantasised countless times before about every path her hands would take along your body and she nearly forgot to strip herself down if it were not for the way your needy hands grasped at her clothes with a desperation to see her underneath dark clothing that smelled like her, to bury your nose in the uncovered pulse points against which she sprayed her perfume earlier that night.

With your thighs on her shoulders and her on her knees, Wanda ate you out with an alarming hunger as predator would its prey. She made you come in her mouth though she didn’t stop the way her tongue was fucking in and out of your hole while her lips wrapped securely around your cunt, delivering overwhelming pressure to your throbbing clit.

When she arose from between your thighs, she did so only because she wanted to feel your body against hers and to hear you whimper just below her instead of above, to see the way your face screwed shut as your mouth fell open singing out her name in melodies.

She placed her rings on the nightstand and she crawled on top of your weakened body, carrying you up the bed with her arm wrapped around your hips. 

“Tell me how much you love when I play with your pussy, angel,” she whispered in your ear before running her tongue up from your earlobe to your temple to press a kiss there.

You answered obediently, “You make my p-pussy feel so good.”

“Konechno, lyubov,” she said and took your bottom lip between her teeth as her fingers crept back down between your thighs and entered your slick hole. 

Instinctively, your back arched and you tugged your lip away from Wanda’s teeth, making her grab at the lower half of your face with her hand possessively so she could kiss you with bruising passion. She swallowed your whimpers and moans with her messy wet kisses. 

Your bedroom felt so warm and your legs felt so smooth against your blankets.

Wanda’s naked body was so hot against your own and the dim light from your nightstand began to blur as hot tears formed in your eyes at how filled to the brim you were with pleasure albeit overwhelming for your still-sensitive body.

Your entire body pulsed with need and Wanda was more than in-tune with your every signal, knowing exactly how roughly to grope your breasts and just how to bite down on your nipples.

She moaned at the feeling of your cunt around her fingers to show you just how much she loved fucking you, and you loved that an awful lot.

And Wanda knew it.

She knew exactly what you loved.

Your body’s pulsing exploded into another orgasm and though it was Wanda who pushed you into overstimulation and through to another climax in spite of how sensitive you still were, she slipped down beside you and pulled you against her body as you cried out into her shoulder.

She eased your trembling body down with gentle hands and quiet coos of how well you did while telling you it was okay to relax, that she wouldn’t push you any further and that you could breathe now.

You whimpered out her name and grasped weakly at her upper arm to keep her close, feeling suddenly that the thought of being without her arms wrapped around your shoulders for even a moment would be the worst possible thing.

But she let you know she was there, knowing just how overwhelmed you were with your rapidly beating heart and your steadily-declining adrenaline pumping through your body, desperate to feel her close.

“You did very well — took it all like the good baby you are,” Wanda praised and kissed your forehead. “It’s okay now. Just breathe. I’m here.”

She kissed your naked body when your breathing steadied, chastely and with nothing but admiration for you behind her warm pecks. She wrapped the both of you in blankets to keep you warm when your skin was no longer damp with the impassioned labour of sex.

“You’re always safe with me, Y/N,” she said, stroking your hair as you settled happily with your head resting on her breasts.

[bumpkinspice0]

No One Knows the Trouble, Honey, That We've Been Through 1/3

Logan Howlett/ Wolverine x Mutant!FemReader

Chapter Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: You're an X-Man... well, you used to be. You left years ago, and in the aftermath of an attack on X-Mansion, Charles has asked you back to help repair the damage to the estate. An easy job for an earthmover like yourself. Still, after years away from your old home, you feel like a stranger again. So much has changed and you're not sure where you fit in anymore. The newest X-Men member isn't helping your mood either. You're not sure where they found Logan, and you're still trying to figure out what to think of him. The mans barely said anything to you. He's not the typical stray Charles would take in, but then again, neither were you when he brought you here.

AN: Like everyone else, my Wolverine obsession has also re-awoken. So I made a quick little 3 part fic to cope with it. Let's see if I can rest now This leans into the movie-verse of the x-men (He's tall because Hugh Jackman is tall lol) but I think I wrote it in such a way that you can imagine it in whatever version of the x-men you like best. Warnings: Emotional baggage, fluff, angst, self-doubt, anger issues?, alcohol, getting drunk, flirting, Logan is drunk babysitter, this is a little corny but I don't care, eventual smut

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Part 2. Part 3

AO3 if you prefer to read there

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Stepping on the soil of the Xavier estate felt odd in a way you hadn’t anticipated, like standing on hallowed ground you’re unworthy of being on. Funny, years ago you only knew it as home. Now you’re just a stranger to the rocks beneath your feet. Still, Charles asked you back. He asked for your help.

The grounds around X-Mansion were unrecognizable.

They were decimated in this latest attack. Storm assured you all the children got out safely, thank god. The estate took all the damage. The house had been rebuilt but the surrounding lands were… rough. Ripped-up roots and protruding rocks where gardens and trees once stood. The walls of the mansion were now bare of its usual sprawling ivy, freshly reconstructed for probably the dozenth time in its life— another failed attack from another ignorant enemy. 

You look at the destroyed earth around you, the real reason you were here. This is why he called you.

Soil, dirt, and rocks were where your powers lie. You could move the earth itself, sense the minerals beneath your feet, see the world around you through the touch of stone. Dozer your friends called you when you first came here— short for Bulldozer . You always hated it but it’s unfortunately the name that stuck. Now it’s just… part of you.

You weren’t the best student. You were angry when you came here at the ripe age of 13 after a rather unconventional childhood. Things were done to you you could never forgive. In a lot of ways, you were still angry. Used by the people you should have trusted most. Seen as less than human. A tool. A mutant. 

And that’s when Charles found you.

The Professor took you in when he had no obligation to— and you fought every step of the way. You realize now it was your fear acting out rather than anger. Still, you were an X-Man… for a while. You thought you found your place. It was a good few years but you wanted more. You wanted to prove the world wrong. Be more than just a mutant. People always say a life well lived is always the best revenge. That’s what you wanted, a good life you forged for yourself despite the world's hatred towards you— and you left the X-Men behind to do it.

Once an x-man, always an x-man, Charles told you the day you left. Maybe some part of that was true, but you didn’t feel like an X-man anymore. It was your own fault, really.

Months and years rolled on and picking up the phone just got harder and harder. Dropping by to say hello started feeling intrusive. And eventually, it just became easier to do nothing at all. 

You stopped trying, but so did they. 

No, that’s not true. Jean tried. Storm tried. A letter or two every year. Missed calls that never got returned. You don’t know why you did it… or didn’t do it. Maybe you thought it would hurt less if you just tried to close the book on that chapter of your life. Be a new person. Something without the X-Men. They didn’t need you anyway. 

Really, it was probably that same fear from your teen years rearing its ugly head. Still that afraid, angry little girl. 

But Charles called, and you answered, and now you’re here. You’re here to help them get back up. 

You became a landscaper when you went off to make a name for yourself. Dirt was all you understood, as sad as that sounds. Still, it was work that made you happy. Funny how you left because you didn’t want your mutation to define you.

Charles treated it professionally like any other client would. The man didn’t expect charity and agreed to your usual fee plus an extra 50% to redo the escape tunnels under the mansion. 

I can’t pick my home up and move it, but I do my best to keep people guessing about its secrets, was Charles's reasoning. 

It was a big job. It would take you 2 weeks at least. Hopefully finishing up just in time for the returning students. You’d already been here 3 days and the emotional exhaustion was getting to you more than anything.

There was no ‘bad blood’ here. You were welcomed back with a chorus of cheers and endless hugs. It was… nice. Really nice. You did miss it here, you missed your old friends. Still, you couldn’t shake this feeling of disassociation stirring in your stomach. Yes, this was your home— your friends— but you’d alienated yourself. They’ve been nothing but kind to you and you still feel like a stranger because you left. You left and stopped trying and you’re refusing to try even now.

 Why was this all so scary?

You're reshaping the east garden beds when you feel eyes on you for the dozenth time today. You turn to see him standing there on the 4th-floor balcony, overlooking the decimated gardens. 

Logan . 

You only met him a few days ago. The newest member of the X-Men. The Wolverine. You’d heard rumors about him before. Tales of the rage, someone more animal than man. You’re amazed Charles took in someone like him, but then again he took you in too. 

You’d said less than 3 words to each other since you returned. When Scott introduced you he only gave a curt nod and lurked back into whatever corner he was occupying. 

You noticed he liked to stay on the sidelines. Silently occupy space without participating. He was always there when you turned around— like a shadow. He liked watching you work, you think. You could sense him lingering outside of the tunnel entrance you started in the basement the other day. This is the 4th time you’ve caught him lingering today.

You give him a casual flip of the bird. He retreats back inside as soon as your eyes connect with his. 

Fucking creep. 

“Dozer!” Storm’s voice pulls you from your unplanned staring contest. 

She and Jean step down into the rocky pit that was slowly starting to resemble a 3 tiered garden. You’d been working on the tunnels below the house since you got here, this was your first day outside. Even an Earthmover needed sunlight every once in a while. You couldn’t punch out your slew of confusing feelings in a dark hole in the ground forever. 

Of course they’d ambush you as soon as you stepped outside. 

“We have a surprise for you,” Jean announces proudly. 

“What— Why?” is all you manage to say. 

Idiot. 

“What do you mean why?” Storm doesn’t hesitate to grab your wrist and march you out of your pit. “Come on, it’s up at the garage.”

You let them drag you there, reminding yourself that these are your friends. The ones that kept trying to let you in and you’ve been an elusive bitch to since you got here. 

Try. Just try a little. They want you here. They do. 

You’re guided, presumably to the garage, by Storm while Jean diligently holds her hands in front of your eyes. 

“Please tell me it’s a new car,” You joke trying to lighten the mood. “My truck’s getting old.”

“Pfft, we don’t have that much money,” Jean nudges you slightly before you all come to a halt. She removes her hands. 

It’s not a car. It’s flowers. 

They’re absolutely beautiful. Hundreds of them in nursery trays laid out in front of the garage doors. Young blossoms but still vibrant with rainbows of color. 

Despite your connection with the Earth you never had power over plants, but felt a kinship with them in a way. Both beings that thrived in the dirt was your best guess as to why. You could sense them, feel them in your own way. Your dorm was a practical jungle when you lived here. Hell, your apartment today still was. 

A closer glance at the small garden reveals something more.

“It’s all your favorites,” Storm confirms, reaching down between the rows, “The ones we could remember at least. You had so many.”

She pulls out a bouquet, a small collection of the surrounding flowers. They must have made it themselves. Ororo hands it to you, her smile warm but her eyes sad in a way.

“Guys, I…” you choke out, pushing back the stinging tears. 

“Your thoughts are very loud,” Jean strokes your shoulder, “The gardens are yours. A reflection of you… for the rest of us. This is your home, you get to leave your mark on it.”

“We’re happy you’re back,” Storm joins Jean in front of you, “We’re happy you're home.”

Wordlessly, you collapse into the two of them. You’d make an ass out of yourself if you tried to talk right now anyway. 

Of course Jean knew how you were feeling. Of course Storm probably had the idea for this corny grand gesture. Of course, they missed you. They’re your oldest friends. Your sisters. 

You’re home. This is okay. It’s all going to be okay. 

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The sun has nearly set when you hear the garage door open from a distance, a fight echoing from inside. 

“Logan, be reasonable!” You recognize Scott’s aggravated voice.

“You’re a goddamn coward,” the wolverine growls back. Jean informed you this is a regular occurrence between the two of them. You’re not surprised. Logan seemed difficult, to say the least. 

You’re halfway up to the garage before you realize what you’re doing. What are you doing? Are you really going to try to break up a flight or just get a better spot for eavesdropping? There’s the roar of a motorcycle engine before you have time to decide. 

“ Logan! ” Scott shouts one last time before Logan peels out of the garage— right through the rows of your flowers that rested there. 

“HEY!” you shout after him. It’s no use, of course. He doesn’t bother to stop, already past the front gate by the time you reach the driveway. 

Scotts stands there alone at the edge of the garage, his hand on his visor… contemplating. 

“You’d have one witness if you're thinking about murder,” you make your presence known as you crouch down amongst the now mangled corpses of your garden. 

Asshole.

“Shit,” Scott's posture drops, almost embarrassed. His demeanor had changed so much from that young man you knew. The leader of the X-Men, he took himself so seriously now. It was cute in a way only Scott Summers could pull off. 

“What an asshole,” you rescue a box of untouched daisies. At least some of it was salvageable. 

“You have no idea,” Scott joins you, finding what flowers could be saved, “I’m sorry. He’s… difficult.”

“What were you fighting about?” you dare to ask, more to distract yourself than anything. 

Scott hesitates before he answers. 

“We were attacked by an offshoot of the Trask Institute. Extremists we didn’t even know existed. They came out of nowhere, and they’re still out there,” You see him scowl, silently scolding himself for not knowing more as a leader. He’d do the same thing in training.

The person who always put the most pressure on Scott was never The Professor. It was just Scott.

“Anyway,” he continues, “We don’t have an exact location, but Logan wants to hunt them down. Take ‘em out at the source, ya know?”

“And you don’t wanna do that?”

“We’ve taken enough hits right now.” He adds a bushel of ivy to your pile, “Best to wait until we have our feet back under us… or if they provoke us again.”

“Wouldn’t be good to be caught with your pants down again, though.” It’s not your place to question him anymore, but you do it anyway. 

“We’re monitoring them. They’re not a treat right now,” he lets out a deep sigh, shoulders dropping, “But that’s not good enough for Logan. He doesn’t plan. Just wants to go in guns blazing.”

“Ah, wild-west style.”

 “Like I said… he’s difficult .”

“That seems like a nice way of saying an absolute dick .” you attempt to lighten the mood and simultaneously quell the anger stirring in your stomach. He’d ruined your gift, your welcome home present— and he probably didn’t even notice. 

“He is a dick. A big one,” Scott scoffs, gaze lingering over the vegetative carnage, “I’m sorry he did this because of me…”

“Acts of random dickishness are not your fault, Summers.” 

Scott actually smiles at that one. 

“Did you like it at least? The flowers? The girls were so excited about it. We all wanted you to… never mind. You– you get it.”

You look at the mismatched rescues you’ve already gathered in your hands. Thank god you still had the bouquet in your room at least. 

“Yeah, Scott. I loved them.”

He gives a reassuring nod. Scott wasn’t much for words. That’s okay, you didn’t expect him to be. Yes, he’s the leader but there’s still so much of that quiet boy you see in him. 

“Logan will probably be gone for the night. I’ll talk to him when he gets back. I’ll fix this, Doze.” Scott assures you, that leadership role dropping so easily into place. Charles made the right choice with him. 

“That’s okay, Scott. I’ll take care of it myself.”

__________

Scott was right, Logan doesn’t come back until the following afternoon. You’re on the mansion's north side with Charles, showing him your layout plans, when you hear the roar of that stupid bike again. 

“Sorry, Charles,” you quickly step away from your old mentor, “I have to handle something.” 

“I hope you won’t be ruining my grounds even further while you handle this,” Charles tuts disapprovingly, completely aware of Logan’s transgressions from the previous night. Being psychic, he was no doubt also completely aware of just how angry you were. Jean did say your thoughts are loud after all. Still, he lets you go without another word.

This guy had been nothing but a creep to you since you got here, stacking more anxiety on top of your already overflowing insecurities. Strutting around like he owned the place. Looking at you like a piece of meat. You’d seen too many men like him in your life. He needs to be knocked down a peg.

“Hey!” You have his attention as soon as he kills the engine. He rolls his eyes as he lazily tilts his head in your direction. 

“What, sweetheart?” his face is painted over with an arrogance that was just begging to be slapped off. 

You’ll happily oblige.

Kicking your heel into the dirt you send a wave through the ground. A small pillar of rock shoots up under the bike. It falls under the sudden jolt, and so does Logan along with it. The shock on his face was already worth it. 

“What the hell?!” He sneers as he crawls out from under the bike. 

“Why don’t you watch where you're driving next time, asshole,” You dare to take a step forward. He scrambles to his feet, a metallic ring following the movements. 

Ah, there they are— the infamous metal claws. Now these you’ve heard stories about.

“That is quite enough,” Charles rolls up behind you, “I will not have this boorish display of dominance on my property.” 

To his credit, Logan is the first one to drop his defenses. He sheaths his claws with an irritated shrug. 

“Don’t know what the hell I did for any of this crap,” He practically mumbles. You resist the urge to throw a pebble at his head. 

“You wrecked my garden!” You can practically feel the ground vibrating in your anger. 

Logan looks down at his feet, remnants of the flora he’d unknowingly destroyed still scattered across the dirt. 

“Hell of a place for a garden, toots,” he scoffs, kicking at the now withered flowers, “What you want an apology, then?”

You kick another small wave towards him. He catches himself on the shaking ground this time, only giving a scowl your way. 

“Enough!” Charles comes between you. “If you insist on behaving like children, then you will be treated like children.”

“He started it!” against your better judgment you mockingly point a finger at Logan. Charles only offers a disappointed shake of the head. 

Once a student, always a student. 

Charles addresses you first, “You have my permission to use school funds to purchase more garden supplies, and I apologize on behalf of my newest pupil since he seems to be incapable of doing it himself. They were a gift after all,” he turns to Logan, “And you will take her to get them.”

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”

Both you and Logan protest at the same time. 

“If you insist on protesting then I’d like to remind you I can always make you do it in different ways,” It’s an empty threat, of course. One of his favorite tactics to use. You remember him making the same kind to you when you were a student. He sighs before making his way back inside the mansion, “I will not have more petty rivalries in this house at a time like this. See it done… Today.”

You’re left alone together, both staring down at your feet like scolded children. Well into your adulthood you’re still finding ways to disappoint Charles Xavier. You’re ashamed you let your anger get the better of you again. You thought you were past this. Better than this.

Logan may have been an ass, but he was an X-man too. A friend of your friends. You didn’t even give him a chance to fix this before you came barreling in fists first. Still, you don’t really regret it either…

Fine.

With a deep sigh, you’re the first to concede.

“I have a truck.”

Logan hesitates for a moment before finally looking you in the eye. 

“I’ll drive.”

“Absolutely not.”

__________

The drive to the Westchester Greenhouse was tense and completely silent. Now he’s following three paces behind you like a giant angry shadow. The sweet grandmas perusing the hydrangeas take one look at him looming behind you and change rows. It’s hilarious if you're being honest. You’d cooled down over the drive, you’re not entirely sure he has. Every step he takes is tense, you can feel it through the damp concrete floor.

You wonder if he’s aware of how intimidating he is. He has to be. That or he truly didn’t care. From what little you knew about this man it’s probably a bit of both.

“I don’t get why we’re here,” his gruff voice surprises you, “Can’t you just… grow more?”

“I can’t grow things,” you respond, placing a tray of tiger lilies in your cart, “Just move dirt.”

He hums and looks away in response. This was getting painful. If Charles insisted on sending you both out on this stupid little team-building exercise then you might as well try a little… for Charles.

“I can’t grow plants but I can… feel them.” You continue. 

To your surprise, he actually responds. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Maybe ‘ I can kinda talk to pants’ isn’t the best icebreaker topic but it’s a start. You look around rows of greenery, your attention landing on a crudely drawn sign that reads ‘ Man-Eating Plants. ’ Perfect. Most basic nurseries never knew how to take care of carnivorous plants properly. 

“Here I’ll show you,” you walk over to the small section of venus fly traps. Your suspicions were correct. Brown-tipped leaves and shriveled black heads could be spotted on nearly every plant. They’d repotted them in all-purpose soil without a second thought.

“Don’t tell me you can talk to them.” Logan comes to stand next to you. 

“No, nothing like that. But look,” you point at the crisping leaves of one plant. “They’re over-fertilized. They get their nutrients from bugs, not the soil. They’re roots don’t like what’s in the dirt and I can… feel that. So then I talk to the dirt.” 

Logan raises an amused brow. You’re not entirely sure if it’s mocking or genuinely curious. 

“So whaddya do ‘bout that?” he probes. 

Curious it is. You take a quick glance around, making sure no one is close enough to see. Thankfully the massive scary man at your side and some towering majesty palms are enough cover for you. 

“We take out what they don’t like in the soil. And what’s soil and fertilizer but some specific minerals.”

You’d first gotten the idea when you’d heard Magneto could rip iron directly out of people's blood. If his powers could be so precise, why not yours? It took years to master. You practiced by dumping table salt on the yard and trying to only summon the granules to your hands.

Same concept here.

You hold your hand over the small carnivorous beasts, feeling the small pellets of fertilizer mixed into their soil. You can feel the specific minerals and separate them out. Steadily, tiny pellets hovered out of each pot in neat rows and gathered above your hand. Once gathered you clench your open palm into a fist, the pellets gathering into one solid rock the size of a golf ball. 

“There,” the mineral-dense rock drops into your hand, “Come back in a month and I guarantee these guys will be doing better.”

“Oh, I’m never coming back here,” despite the bitterness of his words, Logan says them with a smile. He’s teasing you. 

“Well then,” you turn to him and place the rock in his jacket’s breast pocket, “There, a little souvenir to remember your forced trip to the greenhouse for being a jerk.” 

You’re walking back to the cart before he has a chance to respond. The air feels lighter between the two of you now. You don’t like that you had to be the bigger person when he’s clearly been the one in the wrong but… it’s something, you guess. 

Your little demonstration reminds you that you need better-treated soil if you’re going to make these gardens work. The ground around the mansion was fine but they needed something ritcher to give the plants a good head start. You could mix the soil yourself from around the area but it was infinitely easier to get already prepared bags of it here. Just a few for the topsoil should be fine. Charles said this was all on him, after all. 

You stop in front of the stacked bags of various soil mixes. You reach for the general outdoor plant mix. Logan’s hand beats yours to the fuschia pink labeled bag, pulling it off the stack and tossing it over his shoulder. 

“How many?” he asks, emotionless. 

“Uh… let’s start with five?”

He grabs two more and effortlessly stacks them on his shoulder. He holds the other two in his free hand. He stands there holding over a hundred pounds of dirt like it’s nothing. 

“Okay, what next?”

The sun is starting to set when you make your way back to the manor. The air between the two of you is decidedly less tense but it’s still painfully silent. There was… progress made. You didn’t hate him anymore and hopefully he would treat your property with more care from now on. He tried, in the only way stoic men like him can. Not with words, but with small actions. Carrying bags of dirt for hours, shooing you away from loading the truck and doing it all himself, opening the car door for you. For some reason actually saying ‘sorry’ was always so much harder than just showing you he was sorry. 

You got it. Your father and brothers were the same. You wonder if he was a military man too. 

That doesn’t change the fact that you hadn’t apologized either. Yes, he’d wrong you first, but you provoked him without warning. Actions instead of just talking like an adult. Yeah, actions were always easy for people like you. 

And in your own fucked up little way, you’d made him the subject of your anxieties. He was new here, you’d made yourself an outcast. They all clearly adored him despite his rugged nature. Charles so clearly wanted to help this man who was too skittish to be helped. It reminded you of someone else…

You could extend the metaphorical olive branch. Offer something that resembled friendship. That’s why Charles sent you out here, but you’re going to do it your own way. 

Somewhere that holds a lot of memories is coming up on the right, and you could use a drink. The sudden turn off the road jolts Logan from his empty gazing out the window. 

“Jesus Christ, woman!” He reaches for the center console, shooting you a glare. You hold back a smile, “This isn’t the way back to the school.”

“We’re not going back to the school,” You pull into an all too familiar parking lot, a red neon sign already lit up reading ‘Stevie’s Bar ‘n’ Grill’ illuminates the windshield. You’d snuck over here at least a dozen times when you were in school.

“Let me buy you a drink.”

“What?” He smirks with a raise of the eyebrow. He does that a lot, you've noticed.

“Look, I—” You take a breath and shift the car into park. You can do this, it’s just words, “I wasn’t fair. You did a shitty thing, yeah, but you didn’t know. And I came at you with no explanation.”

“I’m used to it.” He shrugs jokingly, trying to lighten the mood you’ve suddenly soured. It works. You smile. 

“It’s… weird. Being back,” you’re grip on the wheel tightens ever so slightly in an attempt to ground yourself, “I don’t expect you to understand this, but it’s weird coming back to a place you called home and feeling like a stranger. Despite everything your friends are saying, you just feel wrong there. I tried to take my insecurities out on you Logan. I’m sorry.”

The bloated silence that settles between the two of you doesn’t help, but you can’t blame him. What was he supposed to say after you just bared part of your soul? You’re not expecting an apology but it hurts a little when he hops out of the truck. You’re about to yell after him when he rounds the front and comes to your door. He opens it and leans in closer than you’d like. 

“How about I buy you a drink then?” There’s that stupid smirk of his again, “You said it yourself, I did a shitty thing. You drug me out here to clean up my mess, wrecked your little welcome home present Jean wouldn’t shut up about. I owe you a drink, toots.”

He leans in a little closer. You can smell the cigar smoke on him, probably embedded into his clothes at this point. It’s not an apology. Not really.

It’s an olive branch. 

__________

It’s exactly the same. Old country on the jukebox, dirty floors, old tattooed lady bartenders that wouldn’t hesitate to knock someone out if they tried something. Funny how little hole-in-the-wall places like this never change. You’re grateful for it. 

You and Logan huddled into the farthest booth in the corner away from the commotion. His beer’s already half gone by the time you’re on your second sip. Somehow you’re not surprised. 

“How the hell did Charles get stuck with you?” You laugh as he wipes away the suds from his stubble. 

“Funny, I could ask you the same.”

You playfully kick him under the table and he thankfully laughs it off. He had a nice smile… you suppose. 

“He drug me in kicking and screaming,” You take another sip, glancing at the kitchen door in hopes the fries you ordered were coming. Logan leans forward, waiting for you to continue. “I… ran away from my birth family. Was on the streets for probably six months before he found me. I was thirteen.”

“That’s the most boring way to tell a probably good story I’ve ever heard,” He says before taking another gulp. 

“Oh, please tell me your life story then, Mr. Wolverine.” You cross your arms.

“Oh, we’d be here a while, Darlin’.”

Well… if he was asking about you. 

“I was born in Guam… I think. We moved almost every year. Mom died before I even had memories. Was brought up by a Colonel in the army and two brothers.”

“Military brat. Should have guessed.” You kick him under the table again, “Explains the temper too I guess.”

“Well, a military upbringing with a bunch of boys’ll do that.” 

When was the last time you told someone about your life? And why was it so easy to tell him? He holds your gaze for a moment and you feel your cheeks heat. 

“Why’d you run away then?” He asks. 

“Oh, you’re gonna need a lot more alcohol in me for that, fella.” you skillfully evade the question. Maybe it wasn’t so easy to tell him everything . 

“That can be arranged,” waves at the waitress, signaling for another round. You look at his practically empty mug and you're still practically full one— and still no fries. God help you. 

“Your turn,” you prompt him, “Tell me something about you.”

His posture tenses. 

“Not much to tell, sweetheart.”

“Where were you born?”

“Don’t remember.”

“Okay, where’d you grow up?”

“Same answer.”

“Did you—”

“Look,” he cuts you off, the wrinkles in his forehead deepening, “Like I said, it’s a long story… but I’m missing a lot of details. It’s not worth listening to, I promise.”

You suddenly feel bad for snooping so much. He had a boundary, and that was fine. Just because you were so keen on sharing doesn’t mean he has to be. 

The waitress delivers your next round along with a greasy basket of fries. Logan is the first to reach for one. 

“You said Chuck drug you in kicking and screaming?” His eyes soften again, “I guess he did with me too.”

He’s trying to be friendly. Trying to be a little gentler.

“Oh?” you gently prod him to continue. 

“I’m not…” he runs his hand through his pointed hair, “I wasn’t a good man… the parts I can remember. And Chuck gave me a chance. I don’t like it all the time… bein’ somewhere I don’t belong. I run. It’s what I do. But they keep havin’ me back. So… I get it.”

You suspect he hasn’t told anyone this, but he’s saying it to you. He chose you to trust for some reason. Your heart clenches. 

You thumb at the handle of your still mostly full beer next to another waiting one, unsure of how to continue. You both started with the heavy shit, so there was only one way to go now. You came here to clear the air… but you also came here to drink. You take the mug and raise it to Logan. 

“To the class fuck ups then.”

__________

In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best idea to buy you six drinks on a practically empty stomach. To be fair, you didn’t admit that you’d skipped lunch until drink four and by then the fries were gone and the kitchen was closed. Half a basket of fries wasn't a good substitute dinner, it turns out. Not so much a lightweight as just an idiot, but everyone’s a lightweight compared to Logan. Perk of a healing factor is he can sober up pretty damn quick when he needs to. Practically had to wrestle the keys out of your hands while you were stumbling your way back to the truck. 

Cute how you thought you could put up a fight. He carried you the rest of the way to the truck, you giggling the whole way. Funny how he didn’t really mind either. 

So used to drinking alone, he’d forgotten what it was like to do it with someone else. All the comradery that came with it and a few sloppy games of pool too. Kurt wasn’t much for booze, unfortunately. Hank, Jean, and Storm were always too damn busy to relax, and Scott… like hell he’d have a drink with Scott. 

But this was all your idea. You brought him to a shitty bar, shared a little bit yourself with him and now he was driving you home while you poorly slurred along with whatever was playing on the radio.

And he didn’t mind one bit. 

He didn’t know what to make of you when you first came. They all talked about you with such admiration whenever your name came up… which was all the damn time. You were quiet, skittish almost. Kept your nose down and got to work immediately. 

He recognized what you were doing right away. 

Logan understood what it was like to be part of something and feel like a stranger. Hell, that’s all he’d ever been. Just someone passing through until the X-Men. He’s still learning how to do it. Be part of something. He meant it when he said he wasn’t a good man, but he’s a better man than he was. He wouldn’t have that without Charles. 

And here you come, someone who had it all and left it behind just to try to be normal out in the world. The one thing people like you could never be. Yeah, he really got it.

You admitted you were an angry kid in your drunken ramblings. He has a hard time picturing you that way— a little rebel. You shied away from talking more about personal things. Your family and whatever the hell else that past life entailed. He didn’t pry, didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable than he already had. Instead, the conversation drifted into one of those that’s about everything and nothing at all. Just sharing drinks with a friend kind of conversation. 

He liked it… having someone to talk to. 

You’re finishing up belting Bohemian Raposesty when he finally pulls into the driveway of the mansion. 

“Shows over, rockstar,” he announces as he kills the engine. 

“Boooo!” You weakly protest as soon as the radio dies, “Killjoy!”

“That’s me,” he grumbles, getting out and walking over to your door. You slump out of the seat as soon as he opens it, “Come on, princess.” 

You’re slumped over, curled up into the flannel he offered as a blanket. He pulls you into his arms, deciding it’d be easier to just carry you straight to bed rather than herd you up the steps. God he hopes everyone’s gone to bed by now, otherwise he’s probably going to get an earful for getting their precious darling drunk. 

“You’re like the firemen… in those calendars…” you slur as he pushes through the front door, “Or a lumberjack. With those chops, you have to be a lumberjack.”

He holds back a laugh at your girlish ramblings. To his relief, no one is in the foyer. He quickly hikes up the stairs, squirming drunk girl in hand. You were already dozing off by the time he reached the top of the stairs. 

Thank god. 

“Whoa, deja vu,” you rub your hands down your face, “I feel like 'm 16 again. We did this all the time back ‘n the day.” 

“Yeah? Who carried you to bed then?” your door is in sight. 

“The Professor.” you jokingly wheeze out without hesitation. “Guy loves his brandy.”

“Mmm, I’m sure,” Logan scoots past your door, careful of your head. He lays you down on the bed gently, you don’t protest. He carefully unlaces your shoes while you squirm into the covers. 

“Y’know, yer nicer than I thought you’d be.” You can’t even keep your eyes open now. 

“That right?” Logan smiles to himself as he pulls one sneaker off. 

“Mmhmm,” you nod, nuzzling your head into the pillow, “Funny, I thought the Wolverine would be so scary.”

He cringes a little at your words. He won’t hold them against you, not in this state. 

“I’m very scary.”

You blow a raspberry before continuing, “No yer not! You're just a guy. A hunky, lumberjack guy who hates flowers.”

“I don’t hate flowers.”

“Right… just my flowers.”

“Yeah, just your flowers,” he pulls off the other shoe. Your feet immediately shoot up into the covers. He smooths a comforting hand over your hip. It makes him happier than it should when you don’t flinch away. 

“You need anything else, darlin’?”

“Stop doin’ that,” You groan into the pillow.

“Stop what?”

“Makin’ me blush with your dumb pet names.” You admit, “Stop it.”

He smiles to himself, a familiar warm feeling rising in his stomach. He’ll leave you be for tonight. Best to wait until you're sober to ask what you mean by that anyway, if only to watch you blush a little more. 

“I’ll leave you be then,” he almost feels regret when he stands off of the bed. Almost. You were drunk. Tired. There was nothing more to be said tonight. 

He drags your empty trash can over to the side of the bed, just in case, and fills a glass of water for you too. 

“I had fun tonight,” He says before walking towards the door. Your voice makes him pause.

“Logan?” you call out like a scolded child.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t actually hate my flowers, do you?”

“No, darlin’. I don’t hate your flowers.” 

He makes sure to turn off the light and close the door behind him. 

__________

[wileys-russo]

I loooved the horror movies multi character blurb! im a big Mario kart fan lol and would love like another multi character one about reader trying to teach/play her gf Mario kart!

maybe with some of the Barca and Arsenal girlies? like alessia, leah, Alexia, mapi/ingrid but up to you who you want to do!! 🫶🏻

mario kart II a.russo, l.williamson, a.putellas, m.leon/i.engen

alessia

"-and you're sure this is how you want to spend date night?" you asked, in disbelief of the taller girls out of the blue suggestion.

"yes. you and vic now never shut up about me being a bad driver, time to test it out." alessia shrugged, fiddling around with the switch as she inserted the game card.

"lessi baby you're not a bad driver you're just...challenged in some aspects." you smiled, only rewarded with a pointed glare over her shoulder toward you. "whatever you say passenger princess." your girlfriend quipped back with a scoff.

"hey! it's not my fault that british roads hate me." you huffed, eyebrows knit into a frown at the fact you were still yet to gain a uk driving license or pass the test despite having held your full license in your home country for years now.

"well lets see if you're any better behind a virtual road then pretty girl, do they have a london track you can practice on?" alessia mocked with a pout, loading the game and handing you a controller.

"you'll regret that." you warned calmly, snatching it off of her and shuffling away as she sat right beside you making her eyes roll. "oh don't be so dramatic." the blonde reached over and tugged you back to sit right beside her.

"it's still date night even if you're about to lose." she smiled smugly, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek and gasping as you wiped it off with a fake grimace of disgust, settling into her side.

after five minutes of bickering back and forth about which settings the two of you wanted to race with left you sitting in a dead silence as the air was thick with the competitive streak which raced through both your bloodstreams.

neither of you liked to lose let alone to one another, uno and jenga already banned in your shared home unless playing with a group. which likely came from the pair of you both being the youngest siblings in your respective families, growing up feeling as though you had something to prove by winning.

you easily won the first race while alessia came third, grumbling angrily to herself as you stayed quiet, simply smiling happily the second race started and you heard your girlfriend aggressively button mashing beside you as you took an early lead.

unfortunately with a poor streak of being relentlessly assaulted by red shells that race ended with her coming first and you coming fifth much to your displeasure, ignoring her teasing jabs and pushing her away as she leaned over and tickled your sides with a grin, pecking your lips a few times as she did.

alessia now one spot ahead of you in the rankings your third race loaded and both you and alessia groaned seeing it was rainbow road, finally agreeing on something which was that you both detested this course.

neither of your skill sets included staying on the track in that race, you finishing fourth and alessia in fifth as she was still just two points ahead of you and your final race commenced.

you cheered quietly seeing it was your favourite track, game face plastered on as the two of you raced continually switching who was in the lead right up until the final lap.

alessia was flying in first the finish line in sight and your stomach started to clench knowing you'd lost, already preparing for the onslaught of cocky remarks and teasing you'd need to endure from her for the rest of the evening.

but then a miracle occured, the blue shell hit and you went flying past her to come in first, topping the leaderboard. "yes! get in!" you cheered, dropping your controller and jumping onto the sofa, wiggling your hips around doing a victory dance.

"nah thats bullshit!" alessia yelled angrily, tossing the controller beside her and glaring up at you as you continued your dance. "loser, loser, loser!" you chanted repeatedly forming an L with your fingers as she harshly smacked your leg and sank back into the cushions with her arms crossed.

you collapsed down on top of her, moving to straddle her lap and squish her face in your hands. "buzzing!" you mocked her thick accent with a cheeky grin. "fuck off." alessia grunted with a scowl as she attempted to push you off her.

"now now lessibear don't be grumpy." you cooed sarcastically, kissing all over her face as she shoved you away trying to move you off of her as you pressed your hips down into her, clinging on.

"say; i alessia russo am a terrible driver both on real roads and virtual ones." you teased, pinching her cheeks as she grabbed your wrists and tried to pull your hands away.

"no, you're insufferable get off!" "say it and i will! come on baby, you can do it." you cooed encouragingly, still squeezing her cheeks in between your fingers

"i alessia russo at least have a license on the road, so whose the real loser?" "hey! that is not what i told you to say!"

~

leah

"oh you're dead and done for mate i'm gonna boss this." leah grinned competitively as you loaded the game, rolling your eyes at her choice of words. "don't call me mate! i'm your girlfriend." you shot her a glare over her shoulder and grabbed the controllers.

"no i want the red one." leah demanded as you offered her the blue. "too bad, i grabbed it first." you shrugged, squealing as her arms snaked around your waist yanking you down onto the sofa.

"give it to me." leah ordered as you shoved it into your back pocket and shook your head firmly.

"no. you don't even know how to play! if i have to put up with teaching you then i at least get whatever controller i want lee." you rolled your eyes, pushing away her hands as they tried to slide under your back to grab the controller.

"but red goes faster!" the blonde whined as you got your feet up to push them against her chest kicking her off of you and sitting back up. "you're such a child sometimes leah honestly." you shook your head, red controller in hand as the older girl begrudgingly picked up the blue one.

"well? are you going to teach me or just sit there in silence woman." leah huffed as you slowly turned your head to look at her with narrowed eyes.

"the game is loading! what would you like me to teach you then, to have some fucking patience?" you retorted sharply, leah only whistling in response.

"what?" you huffed sending her another glare. "you're just so gorgeous when you're annoyed with me babe, its honestly more motivation to beat you." leah smiled sweetly as you sighed deeply at the comment, not rewarding it with any verbal response.

selecting the settings you desired you spent time running leah through all the controls and the rules, clicking play once she'd confirmed she understood. "hey how did you do that!" she huffed seeing you get a speed boost at the beginning, choosing not to answer her.

"how do you release the power thingys?" leah asked, frustration growing when again you didn't answer. "oi! babe you said you'd teach me." leah shoved you causing your lips to curl into a smile, moving easily into first place as leah dropped into tenth.

"i did teach you, not my fault you don't listen or learn." you quipped, racing across the finish line with a smug smile. "show me again then." leah ordered fixing you with a stern glare as she finished in ninth.

"show you again..." you trailed off expectantly with a raised eyebrow. "now." leah ordered firmly, scowl present on her face as the next race loaded. "ooo wrong answer baby." you pouted, turning back to face the screen as leah groaned, kicking you half heatedly.

"what!" your girlfriend shouted, burning out at the starting line making your amused smile grow as you easily took off into first. "nah this is rigged!" the captain huffed as again she struggled to progress from last place.

"switch." she suddenly spoke on the last lap, grabbing your controller and dumping yours in her lap. "leah!" you whined, trying to grab it back as she moved onto her back and held you away with her legs, sock covered feet pressed to your chest.

"winner!" she cheered happily as she crossed the finish line in first, grinning up at you as you dropped to your knees and glared down at her with crossed arms. "classic defender, steals all the credit and gets all the praise from one little pass or kick out." you sighed, hint of a smile tugging at your lips as the grin dropped from leahs.

"no!" you laughed as she lunged for you, the two of you rolling around until you both promptly fell off the couch, leah groaning as you landed on top of her. tucking your face into her neck your bodies vibrated against each other as laughter filled the room.

"will you pretty pretty please teach me how to play love, properly?" leah asked as you shifted to press your forehead against hers. "only cause you asked so nicely." you agreed, pressing your lips to hers.

"but i'm keeping the red controller."

~

alexia

"baby?" "baby?" "ale?" "amor?"

"alexia!" you huffed louder, hands on your hips as your girlfriend finally looked away from the television with a raised eyebrow. "are you deaf?" you accused making the blonde roll her eyes and turn back to the mens football game on the screen.

"i wasn't finished!" you huffed again, tossing a trainer at her as she sighed deeply and again turned to look at you. "you promised we would spend some actual time together tonight." you spoke softer now, slight pout on your lips as you wandered closer.

"i did, but it is not tonight yet princesa." alexia smiled finding some amusement in the situation, nodding toward the large double paneled windows of your living room where the late afternoon sun was streaming in, nala asleep on the floor bathing in its warm glow.

"i-" you started, stumbling over your words, giving up with a scoff and retreating to your shared bedroom. you heard the blonde yell out she loved you, repeating it again when you didn't answer, but then the sound of the football increased and your eyes rolled.

flicking through several different streaming services on the television in your bedroom trying to find something to watch you smiled as nala joined you, admittedly taking pride in the fact she was now curled up with you instead of by alexia.

unable to find anything that interested you meant you let out a troubled sigh, spotting the switch in the corner behind one of your girlfriends many many trophies. plugging it in and setting it up you hunted around the room, trying to remember where you'd put the games.

finally finding them you loaded in mario kart, something you seldom played unless it was for a team bonding night you often hosted or when mapi would come over seeking company when ingrid was away on international duty.

you'd settled in and had been happily playing for what felt like only a little while, nala curled up happily into your side when alexia appeared, leaning her taller frame in the doorway with an amused smile.

"can i play?" you finished your race and looked at the older girl in surprise at her request, nodding and setting it up for the two of you as she grabbed another controller and got comfortable on the bed.

the blonde patting the space in between her outstretched legs you settled your back against her front, tucking your knees to your chest as your head leaned back against her shoulder.

your previous annoyance with her melted away as she pressed a few gentle kisses to your temple, humming every now and then as you walked her through how to play. it was rare the girl ever joined in playing on team game nights, much preferring to sit back and observe so you assumed she'd not played before.

how wrong you were.

the first race starting you craned your neck back and puckered your lips as the catalan smiled and rewarded you with a few sweet pecks as you mumbled good luck and settled back in.

though as the midfielder easily shot into first, skillfully navigating her way around the track and keeping a comfortable lead your eyebrows furrowed. you chose not to comment on it as you finished in second, alexia picking up on your body language and smiling, once more kissing your forehead as the next race loaded.

but as she once more kept a comfortable lead, even knowing how to avoid a blue shell shot her way your mouth formed a small o and as she raced across the line in first place and you again in second you paused the game.

"you've played before." you accused more than asked, turning your body to look up at her, smug smile settling on her lips. "to be fair cariño you did not ask if i had played before." she spoke with a shrug, infuriatingly attractive smirk painted on her rosy pink lips.

"when!" your frown deepened, pushing at her chest as she tried to kiss away your annoyed pout. "when do you think princesa? you do know you can remove the actual screen to play, no?" alexia nodded to the console in amusement as your frown deepened.

"your office!" you realized suddenly, the older girl often ducking off there on late nights if she was wound up after a match, always kissing away your tired mumbles for her to stay as she promised she would return once she had reviewed some match footage to try and help her decompress.

"si, now press play so i can keep winning." alexia grinned happily as you scoffed in disbelief. "hey no, come on amor don't be a baby." alexia chuckled, arms locking around your waist with an iron grip as you tried to move away from her.

"diabla." you muttered under your breath, shrugging her arms off but settling back against her chest. "la reina." alexia corrected with a smirk, grabbing your chin in her hand and tilting your head back kissing all over your face until a smile curled back onto your lips.

it was safe to say that much to your girlfriends endless amusement and your growing frustrations you didn't win a single race.

~

mapi/ingrid

ingrid chuckled as she returned to your shared apartment, not even having opened the door yet before she heard her girlfriends bickering from inside, slipping her key into the lock with a shake of her head.

"ha! eat that!" the tattooed spaniard sat beside you cheered as she hit you with a red shell and raced past you to win. "puta!" you groaned coming in second, kicking her lightly where your feet rested in her lap, bagheera watching on from where he sat atop the sofa right by mapi's head.

ingrid smiled seeing the two of you so engrossed in the game as she set her bags down on the table. though that was wiped right away as her eyes landed on the bomb site which was once her sparkling clean kitchen.

you and mapi had been left to your own devices as ingrid had spent the day out shopping with frido, which meant the house that she'd left in a reasonably organised state was now anything but.

an unreasonable amount of pans, pots and dishes for two people littered the stove top and sink where you'd both cooked lunch and not yet cleaned up, unable to agree on what you wanted and cooked several different things.

the baskets of both clean and dirty laundry still sat by the bedroom door where ingrid had left them, both of you promising her you'd deal with them while she was out.

clearing her throat making her presence known both of your heads whipped toward her, eager smiles plastered on your lips as mapi hit pause and ingrid walked over to stand in front of you.

"hermosa, you're back!" mapi greeted happily, though both of your smiles faded seeing the hard glare sent your way by the seemingly pissed off norweigen girl in front of you.

catching the baskets sitting unattended to behind her you realized far more quickly than the older girl beside you just why your girlfriend was less than impressed with you both.

"we were going to clean up after we finished this game baby, promise." you winced at her withering stare at your words, kicking your other girlfriend beside you to speak up. "you will do it now, go!" ingrid ordered, pointing one hand toward the laundry and the other to the kitchen.

you tried to sit up to do as she asked, but it was a heavily tattooed hand settling on your stomach which held you down from doing so. "if you beat us both, we will clean the entire house princesa." mapi challenged with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

"maría!" you hissed, eyebrows furrowing as she waved you off, pressing down again on your stomach as you tried to get up. "or, you do it now because i asked you to do it when i left hours ago." ingrid didn't back down, the two of them locked eyes and staring one down without a single wavered resolve.

"we'll do it now love. mapi!" you kicked her again with a scowl, the defender returning with one of her own in warning before her attention shifted. "one race?" the older girl smiled charmingly, wiggling the controller in her hand.

"if i beat you, you clean the house?" ingrid asked with a sigh of defeat, your other girlfriend nodding eagerly as the taller girl sat down on the floor with a shake of her head.

you moved to kiss ingrids cheek mumbling an apology in her ear, again kicking your other girlfriend who mumbled kiss ass under her breath in spanish as she loaded up the race.

you both explained the controls to her as the taller girl nodded along in understanding, readying herself as the countdown begin and you sat up.

all three of you racing didn't stop your bickering with the older defender beside you, once again trading insults back and forth both in english and spanish as you took turns in the lead.

you smiled somewhat proudly as ingrid moved up to third, now just one behind your other girlfriend as you opened up a steady lead. "hey! joder!" you swore again as mapi suddenly moved her hand to cover your eyes causing you to swerve off the track and shove her away.

starting the final lap you glanced down to see ingrids tongue poking out of her mouth in concentration, and a look beside you showed mapis face creased into a deep frown.

knowing if you both won you'd be in more trouble than before you waited to make your move.

a few hundred metres left you pounced, grabbing mapi's controller out of her hands and tossing it onto the arm chair in the corner as a string of angry spanish left her mouth and she tackled you but it was too late.

you crossed over in first, ingrid in third and mapi in sixth. you covered your face and tried to tuck into yourself as tattooed limbs smacked and jabbed at you repeatedly.

"el cabrón!" mapi huffed as you finally got a leg free and kicked her away, trying to shuffle up and away from her, grunting as she promptly sat her taller body down on your back.

"what?" she huffed at ingrids knowing look as you tried to throw her off to no success. "go!" ingrid ordered, pointing again to the kitchen and the laundry. "what? you didn't win!" mapi scoffed with a frown. "she didn't beat both of us, but she did beat one of us..." you smiled, ingrid humming in agreement.

"that is not fair!" the tattooed defender protested, hand smacking down harshly on your ass as you laughed at her expense beneath her, ignoring your whines for her to get off.

"i asked you both to do it hours ago. you made a stupid bet and you lost. go maría!" ingrid ordered, eyes narrowing to show she wasn't joking around, mapi groaning but standing up to her feet.

ingrid ducking off to shower you rolled over and grabbed the tv remote, flicking off the switch and onto netflix, though before you could make another move your body was hauled up into the air and you found yourself hanging over your other girlfriends shoulder.

"maría put me down! i didn't lose!" you laughed, smacking her back as she walked the two of you away. "no but you did cheat princesa." mapi tutted, holding your body up with one arm and grabbing a basket of laundry in the other as you continued to laugh, an amused smile now settling on the defenders lips.

"where are we going amor? put me down!" "no, i am going to lock you in the washing machine to teach you a lesson." "ingrid!"

[melminli]

teachers pet - by melanie martinez

pairing: young coriolanus snow x fem. reader

summery - if i'm so special, why am i secret?

word count: 2k+

contains: student coryo (academy is basically a uni), teacher reader, age gap (coryo is in his early twenties while the reader is somewhere in her thirties), teacher x student relationships, dark themes, cheating (reader is married), mommy issues, manipulating, blackmailing

The life of a nerd didn't look as bad as it was portrayed in movies or books. However, it must be said that Coriolanus Snow had neither the stereotypical look nor behavior of a nerd, which may have been the reason why he was hardly treated like one. He had only the best, the good grades of a model student, the popularity of a popular student, and the good looks of a young man his age.

Cute girls queued up to get a chance with him since he seemed like a dream. In a world full of boys, he was a gentleman, a young man with a secure future. Some of his classmates would joke that he would be the future president of Panem, although they always had a slightly confident undertone while saying that. To be honest, no one would be surprised if he would be someday.

"Come on, Coriolanus! Let's go for a drink, you're never coming with us!" Complained the voice of some side character. "I'm sure you have a good chance with most of the girls in the bar - or boys. Whatever you like, I don't judge." He joked, and Clemensia hit him on the shoulder with her fist to warn him to take it down a notch.

She spoke in his place. "Leave him be. He's not into that sort of thing. I'm sure he'd rather spend his time doing more productive things." A slight grin stretched across her features. "Maybe you should try that sometime. Perhaps then you wouldn't fail half the subjects."

Festus interrupted the conversation as he walked past the group. "Come on, Clemmie. Leave the poor guy alone. We're students. It's normal to go partying every now and then." His eyes looked somewhat defiantly at Coriolanus. "You only live once. There's no need to waste it."

Alcoholics and drug addicts use the same excuse, stupid idiot. Coriolanus had enough of this whole interaction. It was time to wrap it up. "Of course, and everyone is free to live this life the way they want." He said with a falsely charming smile when he finally got a chance to speak. "I'm afraid I don't have much time either, I'm already in demand elsewhere."

Unfortunately for him, Arachne couldn't hold her tongue and had to carry on the conversation. "And so late on a Wednesday, too? Don't tell me our teacher's pet is in trouble. Has Mrs. Lola finally realized that you're just trying to get better grades with your flirting, and she doesn't actually have a chance with the pretty boy?" She joked as she mentioned the older woman who was getting closer to retirement with each passing year.

But her comment didn't make the intended person bitter, but Festus, who had to grit his teeth in annoyance. "Can't believe that shit works. I complimented her the other day, and she gave me a look like she was cursing me and the rest of my bloodline." He sighed. "I don't even want kids."

Coriolanus was getting impatient. If at least Sejanus was here, he could cover for him enough to leave, but no, they didn't share every damn course there was. He couldn't believe that this bothered him somehow. "No. Actually, I have asked to speak with Mrs. Rosey regarding her assigned homework." He announced, mentioning your name.

His pretty literature teacher. The only woman he wanted.

The eyes of the person who had started the whole thing in the first place lit up briefly. Coriolanus didn't bother to remember his name. "Oh, she's that one young teacher, isn't she?" He asked. The title wasn't really that hard to get since most of the teachers at the academy were dinosaurs. "She's pretty hot, I regret dropping literature man, but at the end of the day it's just an unnecessary course that requires extra work."

Okay, now Coriolanus was not only annoyed but also angry and had to stop himself from looking too passionate. "Right, see you tomorrow." He quickly said goodbye and paid no further attention to what the others were saying as he made his way to the teachers' lounge. He quickly fixed his tie and hair before knocking on the door. Fortunately, he didn't meet anyone else in the corridors who wasted his time unnecessarily. His patience was getting thin, and he didn't think he had enough of it to make him exchange more false smiles and words.

"Come in..." He heard your muffled voice call through the door before he slowly opened it, and his eyes immediately turned to your table. You, too, looked up from the papers in front of you and met his figure as you turned your chair to the side. "Mr. Snow, you said you had a question about the assignment I gave you."

There was a step between you two, but your voice still felt close. Maybe it was because you two were the only ones in the room since it was pretty late. Now that Coriolanus was looking down at your figure, you looked quite exhausted and seemed barely able to keep your eyes open. Judging by your desk, you were in the middle of correcting last week's quiz, but he doubted that was the only thing you were working on. Your usually well-groomed appearance was a little more disheveled. There were strands of hair peeking out from various places, and the first few buttons of your shirt were undone. "You never called me." Was all he said as he watched you avoid his gaze.

Your tongue licked over your dry lips as you searched for the right words. "I don't think that has anything to do with the assignment." You replied. Maybe my mistake was, hoping he had a question in the first place. "I'm not going to talk about other matters, I'm busy." You tried to explain to him.

Coriolanus laughed in disbelief. He placed his coat and bag on the chair next to him before leaning back against your table. "Oh, please. I can understand you wanting to keep our special time a secret, but don't try to deny it." He spat out, placing his hand on the papers to stop you from continuing to work on it. "Do you regret the things we shared, huh? Don't lie to me."

You met his gaze after you sighed. "Look, Mr. Snow. I'm sure you'll understand me when I tell you that you should rather concentrate on your studies, don't you think?"

His jaw tightened further as you continued to skillfully evade his questions. As if you didn't care at all, as if you didn't care about him. He was fully aware that what he was getting into was something short-term, but he still wouldn't allow you to throw him away as easily as trash. "Oh, so it's Mr. Snow now? What happened to Coryo."

You stood up so you could speak to him at eye level. Coriolanus has always been a bit more clingy with you. You expected no less, and yet it didn't make this whole procedure any less difficult. "Look, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I'm married, and you know that." You tried to work through the situation. You grabbed his arms to comfort him with your touch. "There are so many young girls out there who want you. I'm so much older than you, and I'm also your teacher. From the beginning, this was something that wouldn't last."

He shook his head. "I don't care about them. It's you I want, please. Only you." He begged, and this time, he was the one who grabbed your arms to stop you from leaving, from leaving him. Coriolanus could see in your eyes how his desperation couldn't convince you, and he wished it would. Not only because he wanted to, but also so that he wouldn't have to resort to other methods, but you left him no other choice. "It would be a scandal if the whole thing came out, don't you think?"

You just sighed tiredly when he didn't let you go. "Sweetie..."

He softened a little at the pet name, but that didn't stop him. "No, you can't just use me until you're satisfied and then dispose of me. I will tell everyone and you know that as a teacher you will be in a position where people will accuse you of taking advantage of me." He explained as he pushed you between him and the desk while he watched the look of irritation on your face. His one hand came up to gently stroke your cheek, but his true intentions were visible through the strong grip on your arm. "And of course, you can try to tell the truth or try to defend yourself, but you know who they're more likely to believe."

He hadn't only pushed your body in a corner anymore. "So what? We're going to keep doing this until you're satisfied and let me go." You asked, seeing no long-lasting result.

That was your mistake. It hadn't been long since you'd been married, so Coriolanus was aware that you hadn't changed your surname. He liked that about you. He liked the sound of Rosey, and he too wanted to hold you like a little pretty rose in his grasp. "Yes. Except I won't let you go. Ever." he said with a slightly dreamy look.

You dared to disagree. "Mr. Snow - " you began, but changed your tone when you saw him grimace angrily and tighten his grip on your arm. " - Coryo, look. You're a smart boy, and yes, I enjoyed our time together, but it's not right that - "

" - I love you, and if it's wrong, then I don't want to be right. Why can't you understand that already? I know I'm young, but I'm not naive, so don't talk to me like I am." He spat out in annoyance and finally reached the end of his patience. His eyes glanced briefly next to you at the table where the sheets of paper were now messely scattered around. It seemed you were in the process of correcting his. how convenient. his hand grabbed it and held it in front of you. "Let's play a little game. If I pass this quiz, you'll give me something I want."

Your eyes didn't move from his. You knew you had to play along whether you wanted to or not, and you didn't seem to get far with values and morals. You doubted you would do it at all with him. "And what do you want?" You asked him simply.

He leaned closer to you. "A kiss."

You met his eyes and took the paper from his hand without even glancing at it. "You passed." You confirmed and pulled him into a soft kiss.

This is how he liked you. When you touched him tenderly like now and stroked his hair lovingly. Coriolanus only felt like this with you. Do you think he wouldn't have tried to get away from you? He did, first with several girls who just wanted him to give and give and he hated that they just took from him and thought it was enough if they just stood pretty next to him or leaned back and spread their legs. Hated them, and so he tried women who were older than him and then women who had the same color eyes as you, some who smiled like you and then some whose voice was similar to yours. He liked those the most because with them, he could just close his eyes and imagine it was you.

Then he finally got tired of just imagining it, and once he had a taste of what might be, there was no going back to his old ways.

"I love you." He finally said as you ended the kiss and he leaned his forehead against yours while his hands wrapped around yours. "Don't ever think about leaving me again and don't make me out to be crazy for wanting you."

What am I supposed to do with you, little snowflake, now that you don't melt away? "All right, Coryo, I won't." You just replied and saw no point in arguing with him anymore. You knew him well enough to know how possessive and dominant he could get. However, you liked him more when he was dependent on you and sought your approval. "But be good and a little nicer to me, will you?" You said and squeezed his hands. "Because if I wanted some stupid man who was full of himself, I'd go to my husband."

He nodded quickly, giving in easily now that it was clear that he had you. "Of course, anything you want. I'll do anything you want." He spoke and took your hand in his up to place a kiss on it. "All you have to do is ask for it."

Coriolanus would take care of your useless husband. You wouldn't need him when you were going to marry him soon.

[karaonasi]

BaxterMc Week Hosted by @minthe-drawings

Day 2: Date Night

Art of Kit and Baxter by @rui-drawsbox

Movie Night

The story idea behind the art:

Baxter and Kit planned on going to the Boardwalk for a date one day. Unfortunately, it was raining that day and was forecasted to do so all day. Disappointed, Baxter cancels the date. Kit decides it's a good day for a teachable moment: that you don’t have to have some grand plans or venue to have a meaningful time together. So Kit pitches the idea of staying in for a movie marathon. Despite Kit’s slight annoyance that Baxter insisted it would be best done at his family’s house, Kit arranges it with his moms who agree to retire early for the evening to their room to give the boys some semblance of time alone together.

The movies chosen are all black and white comedies in the vein of The Philadelphia Story, Some Like it Hot, It Happened One Night, Bringing Up Baby

At some point, Kit fell asleep, pulling Baxter against him. “You really are rather sweet, aren't you?" Baxter commented before dozing contentedly as well.

Kit was bashful when he came to. "God, I didn't do anything embarrassing like drool on you or anything, did I?"

Baxter laughed. “You called my name in your sleep.” He gave Kit a sidelong look. "Were you dreaming about me Kit?" he asked coyly.

Kit was slightly mortified, but couldn’t deny the truth. “...yeah…” Not that it was only just then. Kit had been dreaming of his Fae Prince since that single dance when he was thirteen years old. Not that he was about to admit that out loud. Instead he defaulted to his usual when things got slightly uncomfortable: joking or teasing. “Shouldn't I be dreaming about my boyfriend?"

“You're very sweet, Kit,” Baxter repeated his earlier thought aloud.

Kit snorted. " I didn't say what I was dreaming about.” He leveled a playful mock leer at his boyfriend.

Baxter barked a laugh, then smirked at the younger boy. “Oh, you had me snuggled rather close. I didn't need words to be able to tell.”

When they finally noticed the TV, the prior movie had ended some time ago. So Kit put It Happened One Night on as the next feature.

“Clark Gable?” Baxter asked, lifting a sculpted brow, obviously recollecting their conversation on their first sideways retroactive date.

Kit nodded. “Did you know that this movie single-handedly decimated the undershirt industry?” He gently pushed Baxter back so he could rest his head against the older boy’s chest.

Baxter laughed, “Aren't you the one that picked out the movie? Don’t you have any intention of actually watching it?”

“Nope. I’ve seen it four times. ‘S’why I picked it,” He answered contentedly from his position.

“So you planned this movie event, banishing your family to their rooms to not even watch the movie?” Baxter asked, though he was mostly teasing.

“Well, there is a perfectly empty condo across the street that we could have used,” Kit mostly teased back.

Baxter’s hand stroked his cheek. “You know that isn’t the best idea.”

Kit thought it was a perfect idea, actually. But he did understand what Baxter meant. A kissing session in a house alone together could turn into a full on make out session…or more…very easily. Not that Kit would have minded testing that theory. But Baxter seemed to think their movie watching should be where they could be walked in on at any time to keep things under better control.

“Well, I’m the morning person, not the night owl,” Kit changed my tactic. “And since we started late…“ he snuggled further back against his boyfriend, pillowing his head on Baxter’s very toned but slender chest, wrapping his arms around his tiny waist.

Baxter let out a low chuckle. “You are an affectionate one,” he observed with amusement (not for the first time).

“Mhm…” he smelled wonderful. And while his body was toned and firm, there was still a bit of softness that made him comfortable to lie upon.

But after their prior nap, neither was terribly tired. Kit slid up to nip at Baxter’s bottom lip, which transitioned into the younger boy leaning over Baxter to kiss him more insistently. Baxter’s hand slid cautiously under the bottom edge of Kit’s shirt, drawing from him a gasp. “Is this okay? Or should I stop?” the purring voice inquired without Baxter’s lips parting from his partner’s. In answer, Kit slid his hand up a wonderfully toned dancer’s thigh.

“Ahem! You two need to get a room.”

“...frak me…” Kit groaned softly as he recognized the annoyed tone of his sister.

A low chuckle sounded in Kit’s ear, “Is that a proposition, Darling?” Baxter turned to the door as if nothing was amiss while his boyfriend went into .exe failure. “Good evening, Miss Elizabeth. We were just having a movie night. You are welcome to join us, of course.”

“Yeah. don’t mind us. We’ll just continue what we were doing,” Kit added with a wide, devious grin.

Kit watched her shudder to his great satisfaction. “Ew. No thanks.” Kit could see the wheels turning, his sister just itching to get a dig in about Baxter and his unique fashion sense. But she behaved. “Good night you two. Behave.”

Kit snorted as he watched Liz retreat up the stairs.

“So what would you like to do now, Kit?” Baxter asked, looking at the movie in progress that they hadn’t paid attention to in the slightest.

“More of the same?”

Baxter paused. “I’m not sure that is the best idea.” His eyes traveled from where Liz just disappeared up the stairs, then to the closed door leading to Kit’s parents’ master suite.

Kit shook his head. “We could have gone to your place, you know.”

The college boy nodded but it wasn’t a convinced one. “And I still maintain this was the best option.” He must have been able to see the ‘why?’ question in Kit’s expression because he continued. “The best option for you. You said you wanted this to be a real relationship. I would rather not take the chance of treating it as a one night stand.”

“--oh--” Kit’s blush was burned all the way to the tips of his ears.

“Exactly. Here at least~” he waved toward the shared living space and trailed off, reconsidering again.

Kit shook my head. “They aren’t late night people--”

He snorted. “That explains some things about you, Early Bird.”

The Californian rolled his eyes and continued. “They aren’t coming out until morning unless there’s some emergency.”

“And your sister?”

Kit laughed, remembering how she shuddered. Twice. “She’s looking for brain bleach about now to remove what she already saw. No way is she gonna come even close to those stairs.”

Baxter tilted his head and he could watch that very busy mind of his at work. Then one side of his mouth tilted up. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

The younger boy smiled at him bright and playful, though his heart was racing. “Bring it!” He challenged, remembering that little quirk of Baxter’s personality that he didn’t like to leave a challenge unmet.

Several minutes later, Baxter pulled back, chuckling with amusement as Kit lay panting and dizzy on the couch following their latest session…

[thequeenofcupps]

Sal fisher x shy fem! reader college au!

A/N: Anon requested this!

Warnings: mentions of getting drunk, puking, mentions of sex and virginity loss, getting high and thats all of it

Also I don’t know much about how college works that much so sorry, also Larry is like 26, sal is like 23, your like 1 year younger than sal.

Larry + cousin!reader and Sal Fisher x shy fem!Reader

Back ground!

 ♫ You grew up around Larry half of your childhood, you guys were practically best friends. You’ve been shy all of your life, but thankful Larry has always been there for you like help you ask his mom for something, asking for help from a staff member etc

But unfortunately when you were 10 your parents decided they didnt want to live in that Nockfell ghost town so you all moved, leaving your favorite cousin behind

 ♫ Fast foward to like a couple years you moved back to Nockfell because you found a pretty good college there, and you see your cousin Larry moving boxes into a dorm room across from you

Meeting Sally! 

 ♫ After catching up with Larry and helping him with the boxes you see a person with blue hair and a mask? Walk into the room. But thankfully after Larry introduced you both you both hit it off quite well!

 ♫ you and sal ended up being friends surprisingly fast due to your shy nature, sometimes if you guys have days off from school you both like to go the closest cafe near you, hell even sometimes you guys go to frat parties out of bored but because you were shy you usually just sat in the corner drink what ever the fuck you could find. most of the time sal sat next to you and the both of you just sitting and chatting about how school was going, hobbies, music taste etc.

 ♫ sometimes larry likes to “break” into sals dorm room to smoke zaza when his roommates gone, sal usually asks you to come smoke with them

 ♫ As your friendship deepened, you began to show a more playful side. It started with like subtle teasing during your guys hangouts, you  would quietly mock Sal's choice of snacks or pretend to be unimpressed by his ghost stories. Sal would retaliate with exaggerated dramatic acts , which always earned a giggle from you.

♫  The first time she showed affection through biting was a bit unexpected, you guys were studying together in the library, heads bent over textbooks and notes, when you leaned over to point out a passage in his book. In a playful moment of distraction, you playfully bit his shoulder , causing Sal to jump slightly in surprise.and smirking with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

♫ at this point sal started to develop a crush on you, thinking about the late night talks you both had, the hangout sessions, getting coffee and such, Sal found himself constantly drawn to your presence, your quietness, and the playful banters you both shared

♫ one day for a break from college you and the rest of his friends and Larry decided to go to the lake to go camping and swim. It wasn't until a quiet moment by a lakeside, when everyone was asleep and neither of you could sleep and decided to sit by the lake, that you both finally acknowledged each other's  feelings for each other, you shyly admitted how much you enjoyed your guys time together, and how he would add brightness to her days when on campus. Sal, with vulnerability, confessed how much he valued your presence as well.

The start of dating!

♫ each time you guys are passing classes you like to sneak kisses or sometimes just flat out skip classes and makeout in his dorm

♫ theres a high chance you both barely study and you guys just cuddle and watch stupid ass movies that come up on the tv or just pillow fight each other

♫ on the low chance you guys actually do study, you both help try and help each other, and as a reward you guys go out to get ice cream

♫ you know how I said you both go to frat parties? Yeah ok but this time you guys are just holding hands while sit

On rare occasions when you get drunk hes usually there by your side whether you need to puke or get headache medicine due to your hangover

♫ whenever you guys go to class you always have to link pinkies cuz I don’t think you both like to be the super pda typa couples 

♫ speaking of pda its like a forbidden object in your guys relationship, your shy and hes shy to kiss in public or hold hands in public, you guys just stick to kisses, cuddles, hugs and such to your guys’s rooms 

You may or may not lost you virginity to him :X

♫ sometimes Larry third wheels like you, him, and Larry go hang out like at the mall and stuff you and sal are like flirting and Larry fucking pops out of no where and just says “what are we flirting about ;>?”

♫ the first time sal shows you his face hes fucking shaking like those 16 year old crusty ass white dogs that every mexican family has (including me lmao)

But when he does you caress his cheek gingerly and quietly say “oh sal, your so pretty :,c” he starts fucking bawling a fucking water fall

♫ also whenever you and Larry hangout you teasing you saying stupid shit like “when are you getting married?” or like “when am I getting Nieces or nephews?”

♫ you affectionately bite him or nibble him and at first he was like “what the hell are you doing to me” and later he got use to it 

♫ you know that one stupid tiktok thing like “by boyfriend bought me pads with wings” and its actually just pads with chicken wings (auntie lisa gives him a little advice about pads)

High sex lmao

A/N: I took so long trying to write this I hope its ok!

[bouncybongfairy]

Opposites Attract

Rodrick Heffley x Fem Reader

Summary: One Friday after school, you are trying to practice for an important audition coming up. As you start, you suddenly hear an obnoxiously loud drumming coming from next door. After arguing back and forth for a while, it becomes clear that neither of you is budging. You desperately need this rehearsal time and ask him what it will take to get the peace and quiet you need. He tells you he'll stop if you let him take you on a date tomorrow to the Drive-In tomorrow night.

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You were sitting in the last period, trying to get some homework done. It was Friday and you could tell everyone was itching for the weekend to start. Once you noticed that you only had 5 minutes until the bell rang, you started packing your bag up. Unlike most students, you had to stay after school and rehearse for your 1st chair violin position on Monday. You grabbed a tissue and cleaned your glasses, watching the clock as time dragged by. Once the bell rang, you stayed seated until most of your peers exited. You would just be waiting as kinds shoved their way through the small opening. After the doorway was less crowded you made your way to the E-wing where the music room was located. You were close with your orchestra teacher and she would let you stay after class in order to get a little practice in. It was nice to have the entire room to yourself, you took your violin out of the case and started tuning. After you had rosined your bow, you started practicing when you heard an off-rhythm drumming. At first, you were trying to ignore it, unfortunately, you would find yourself focusing on the drumming while counting rests. Eventually, you couldn’t take it so you packed your violin up and tried to find where the music was coming from. 

You went into the theater and saw someone banging away at a drum set that was placed in the middle of the stage. You immediately recognized the drummer as Rodrick Heffley. He had certainly made a reputation for himself this year, getting caught spray painting the side of the school; doing donuts in the parking lot, and of course, you knew he smoked. He was sweating and his shaggy hair was sticking to his forehead. His eyebrows were furrowed because of how much he was exerting himself. He was really lanky but his arms were toned, mostly likely due to how much he plays. He was wearing an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans. His backpack, which was covered in buttons and pins, was sitting next to the drum kit. He reached down to pull a water bottle and took a drink. His head was tilted up and a couple of water droplets were running down his throat. You walked passed the aisle of seats and approached him, when he noticed you he immediately paused. 

“I’m really trying to practice and I can barely hear myself think over your banging,” you said crossing your arms. 

“Well, what do you want me to do about that? I’m trying to practice too, you know,” he said. 

“I have an audition this Monday and I really need to be 100% focused during this practice,” you explained. 

“I have a gig next Friday and also need some quiet time,” he said. 

“If I give you 10 bucks will you please let me practice?” you proposed.

“Actually I have a better idea, what if we went out tomorrow night? We can go see the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie at the Drive-In,” he said. 

“Really? Do you even know my name?” you huffed. 

“Y/N. I would ask you if you know mine but I’m pretty sure you do,” he said, smirking at you.

“Well then, can I give you my number?” you asked. 

“Sure can,” he said. You climbed up on stage and grabbed a pen out of your jacket pocket. You grabbed his hand and wrote your number on his hand. 

He thanked you and then you quickly made your way back to the music room. You continued on with practicing but were now preoccupied with thinking about what you just agreed to. Not having much experience with dating, you felt a little nervous. Rodrick seemed so confident with talking to girls, that was part of the reason you liked him. You just didn’t want to come off as naive or clueless. Eventually, you come to the conclusion that you can no longer focus on the music and have your mom come to pick you up. The entire car ride and even once you got home you couldn’t get your mind off him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. He just had that bad-boy vibrato that only certain guys have. Not to mention you two completely and utterly fit the trope of the sweet girl with the bad boy stereotype. Most of your friends, especially the ones that you took orchestra with, always talked down on metal or angsty music. You, on the other hand, felt differently. Music that isn’t your taste isn’t bad music and most people your age couldn’t seem to grasp that. All your friends saw him as a grimy skater boy but what was wrong with that? You even asked them why they would be ashamed to be like the guys their famous idols pretend to be. Getting tired of the anxiety thinking about tomorrow was causing you to wash up and head to bed. 

The next day you start getting ready around 6:30 pm. You were sitting on the floor of your bedroom, in front of a mirror that was propped against the wall. Separating your hair into layers you slowly began flat ironing. You had gotten a text from Rodrick that said he was going to pick you up around 8. Although you still had some anxiety, you were really excited. This was going to be your first date and the fact that it was with someone you were so attracted to made it that much. It took you 10 minutes to get your left lash to stick but you were finally done with your make-up. You changed into a jean skirt, a black v-neck, and a white sweater. By the time you were fully done, he texted you that he was on the way. You practically jumped out of your skin when you read it. You felt like your blood was running hot and cold at the same time. Your mom gave you 20 dollars and a kiss on the cheek before she left. When you walked outside your house, the first thing you noticed was his van. It also smelt like his cologne but not in an overwhelming way. You knew he had a band but you didn’t realize it was named Loaded Diper. Practically skipping down the driveway you climb into the front seat. The first thing you noticed was the A.C. being on blast, you were also surprised by how clean everything was. 

“Hey,” you greeted him. 

“Hi, you look really pretty,” he said, which made you blush. 

“Thanks, so are you excited to see the new TMNT movie? I heard it got really good reviews,” you said. 

“For sure, I’ve been looking forward to it for a while,” he said. 

You drove in comfortable silence up until you got to the Drive-In. You offered to pay but he ignored you and your pleas. Once he found a spot in the back, the two of you made your way to the snack bar. It was a vintage 60’s theme which you thought was cool. There were records hung on the call, all the booths were cherry red and the floor had a checkered pattern. As you waited in line, Rodrick put his arms around your shoulder which made your stomach flip. You were surprised by how much he ordered. Seriously, you hoped he wasn’t expecting help. You helped him carry everything back: nachos, popcorn, fresh chocolate chip cookies, two slurpees, and two hotdogs. When he parked, he turned the van around so that the back doors were facing the screen. He opened the doors and you were actually surprised by how much effort he put into it. There was a thick layer of blankets stacked on the floor of the van. Several pillows lined up against the driver and passenger seats. A small battery-powered lantern was hung from the center of the ceiling. There were stickers all over the interior of the car which made you smile. It looked so cute and cozy. You slipped your shoes off and climbed into the back with him. You were nervous, to the point where your teeth were chattering a little. The trailers that played before the movie were still running; he had already eaten half his nachos. 

“Where do you put all that?” you joked. 

“We’ll never know,” he said. 

“Are you nervous?” he asked, pointing to your legs that were shaking a bit. 

“A little, I’ve never been on a date before,” you admitted, taking a sip from your Slurpee. 

“Since we’re sharing secrets, you’re the first girl that actually said yes when I asked. Even then you only did it to rehearse,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. 

“After I gave you my number, I only practiced for like 15 minutes because it was all I could think about,” you said. 

“Really?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“What is so unbelievable?” you asked. 

“I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t think I was your type,” he confessed. 

“That’s fair, we don’t necessarily run with the same crowd. I have to admit though, usually all the guys I’m around are scared to get a bit of dirt under their fingernails. It’s not like I seek trouble but I really like you, your style, taste in music, and demeanor you know?” you said. 

He was blushing really hard, looking down so that his hair covered his eyes. You could still see his smirk though, it made you feel giddy knowing you had this effect on him. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, at first you questioned whether he should be smoking when he had to drive home. He reassured you that he had a high tolerance and that the effects would wear off by the time the movie ended. You were really nervous, especially because you’d never smoked before. He took a couple of hits to show you how to properly inhale. He also reassured you that if you didn’t want to or didn’t want him to smoke then it was okay. This warmed your heart, knowing that he didn’t want you to feel pressured. You grabbed his hand, feeling too insecure to hold it yourself. You took a big hit and then coughed it out, the smoke burning your throat. He laughed as you took a huge drink of your Slurpee to help the stinging sensation. After taking one or two more hits, you could feel it kicking in. You couldn’t stop giggling which was amusing to Rodrick.

“Now I understand how you can eat all this food,” you said while taking a big bite of a hotdog. 

“Your eyes are so red,” he laughed. 

“Really?” you asked, grabbing your phone and looking at your appearance. 

“Can we take a selfie together?” you asked, he nodded his head yes. 

You scooted closer to him and took a selfie with your back camera with flash. When you showed Rodrick he was impressed with how well they came out. After that, he started talking to you about what his plans were for his band. You were surprised with how far ahead he had thought into the future; you know, about what type of label he wanted to be signed to and merch that he wanted to design. You told him about how you wanted to make movie scores and he thought it was really cool. It was now completely dark and the movie was starting. You covered your legs with the blanket and turned to face Rodrick. He had just taken a hit and blew the small hit into your face. You playfully inhaled which made him laugh, you then kissed his cheek. He turns and smiles at you before giving you a quick peck on the lips. After you cuddle up to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and start enjoying the movie. o

[crissiebaby]

Bonnie's Scaregiver

“Ooh! I didn’t know there was gonna be a haunted house!” shouted Bonnie, tugging on Daddy’s arm as she led him through the crowded conference room of costumed adults. It was the eve of CrissBaby Diaper Co’s annual Halloween party, and Bonnie was having an absolute blast prancing around as her favorite Didney character, Snow White.

Daddy, on the other hand, was feeling a tad self-conscious for a change. Dressed as Prince Charming in a poofy-shouldered jerkin with grey tights and a red cape tied around his neck, it was safe to say he was regretting his deal with Bonnie to let her pick their costumes in exchange for a horror movie marathon later that month. “Oh, sweetie. I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. Remember what happened last time…” he said, reminding his baby girl of their last trip to a haunted house that saw her punching a scare actor before sprinting through the rest of the route.

“Shush! It was my fight-or-flight instincts! Also, this isn’t the same thing!” said Bonnie, pushing out her bottom lip and folding her arms across her chest. “That haunted house was trying to be extra scary. This one is hosted by a diaper company. How scary can it be?”

Raising an eyebrow his Little’s way, Daddy knew Bonnie’s capacity to handle jumpscares was less than zero. That said, he felt a tad vengeful of her refusal to let him wear regular pants. “Well, if it’s not scary, then you shouldn’t need me to hold your hand through it. Head on in. I’ll wait right here,” he said, spotting the momentary fear behind her eyes before she pivoted to a defiant scowl.

“Fine! I’ll show you,” said Bonnie, leaving Daddy in the dust as she stomped into the haunted house on her own. Unfortunately, her bravery wasn’t built to last once Daddy was out of sight. It wasn’t too bad at first as she passed through a maze of mirrors with relative ease. However, she was instantly unnerved as she transitioned into the next room; a dimly lit nursery space with tatter wallpaper that was filled with a large collection of creepy dolls. “It’s gotta be over soon, right?”

Tragically, Bonnie wasn’t even halfway through when she entered the third room, which was an open space with several styrofoam headstones scattered about. Tiptoing through the room, a loud crash of thunder drew her attention toward the back wall.

This gave the scare actor wearing a headless Miss Snorington costume and holding a plastic, toy axe plenty of time to get into position. “Don’t lose your head, baby girl! It’s just a bit of thunder!” said the actor mimicking Miss Snorington’s hoity-toity accent.

Caught off-guard by the sudden intrusion, Bonnie spun around and proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs as she gazed up at the six-foot-tall, decapitated teddy bear. Without Daddy there to protect her from the evil stuffy, she found herself twice as frightened as she was at the last haunted house. Only this time, her reaction was neither fight nor flight…

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORT!!!

Standing by the exit of the haunted house, Daddy’s trademark cheesy smirk returned as Bonnie trotted out with a loaded diaper and a tearful expression. “So…I’m guessing no more haunted houses?” he said, pulling his baby girl in for a warm hug and softly patting her on the bum.

“No mo haunned houses,” grumbled Bonnie, hiding her shame as she pressed her face into Daddy’s chest. At least she had plenty of Halloween candy to sulk her sadness into.

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[adventuringblind]

Daddy Issues

Max verstappen x reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Both you and Max have similar daddy issues. How do you comfort eachother in times of need?

Warnings: DADDY ISSUES GALORE, depictions of verbal, emotional, and physical abuse, anger issues, Google translated Dutch (I know two other languages and neither if them is dutch)

Notes: Not proofread (we die like Charles Leclerc's car at the 2023 Brisish GP FP2), third-person POV

Masterlist // Part Two // Part three

Sometimes, her love story with Max felt like that of Romeo and Juliette. That's what she likes to tell herself as their dads once again go to war with their respective children.

How either of them had made it this far in life, she had no clue.

This particular night was Max's turn to receive a phone call. The two lovers had been laying in bed during the winter break, keeping eachother warm, when the phone started buzzing.

Max had taken one look at the caller ID and debated whether to just let it ring through or answer. The latter being the better decision or else he would get that added to the procrastinated verbal slaps his father likes to give freely.

The Dutch picked up the phone and pulled the woman close to him in the same motion.

"Hello." His voice is rough, his annoyance becoming apperant in this moment.

Jos' voice through the phone was so loud she didn't even have to try and listen. It was as if he was in the room with them.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he did his best to keep his composure.

"Have you been practicing with the sim?"

"Yes."

"Good, wouldn't want you getting worse or being distracted by the female in your house over the break," he laughed.

Max's free hand entwined with hers. The woman proceding to squeeze his three times. A silent I love you for time like this.

"Maybe you can finally put her to use if you were smart."

A blow to both of them. She had winced only a little, but it didn't go unnoticed. Max brought her knuckles to his mouth and silently let his lips graze them.

"Next race I expect to see you make less mistakes and if there is more then you only have yourself and the women to blame."

"Goodnight dad."

Max quickly hung up the phone and tossed it aside.

She, however, took a different approach and jumped out of the bed. Her now cold body running to the kitchen. Max close behind her.

"I've decided we need hot chocolate." She stated before he could even get the question out.

The two spend the rest of the night cuddling with hot chocolate and watching kids' movies.

The words of Jos are not easily forgotten, but maybe Max could find a way to heal regardless.

The next time something like this happened, it was her turn.

Unfortunately for her, they were at a race. Her parents wanted to come because it's a race in her home country. Spending the day with their daughter, who lives far away now, sounds great in theory.

It had started tame. The three of you sitting in the Redbull hospitality catching up until she went to go find some of your friends and wish them luck.

Thankfully, Lando was walking by and spotted her.

"Hey (Y/N)!" He shouted. Successfully grabbing her attention. The woman waved and made it three steps forward before her dad had placed his hand on her shoulder.

Startled, she spun around and put some distance between them.

"We need to talk." The older man crossed his arms.

Immediately, her body felt like she was a child again. Her shoulders sagged but looked him in the eyes anyway. Knowing if she didn't, he would become more upset.

"I know me and your mom aren't the most rich people, but at least we gave you a better childhood thank ours." He sighed and let out a small laugh. Something he did to make her believe she wasn't in trouble. "You could be a little more grateful to us before running off with some guy who has more than us."

"I'm sorry," was all she could muster.

Thankfully, lando had come over to say hello after she had finished her conversation. He waited, not wanting to interrupt. Until he heard the apology, then he decided to gently step in.

"(Y/N)! Glad I caught you! Max wanted to see you before qualifying." The Brit felt proud of himself for how smooth that sounded.

"Oh do you know where he is?"

"Yeah, follow me." He gestured with his head the direction they were going to head.

"I'll talk to you later, dad." She smiled sadly. Then, she turned to follow Lando.

The two walked in silence to the Redbull garage. Lando not wanting to push the woman and her attempting to swallow her tears before having to talk to Max. Stressing him out before he needed to race was not on her agenda today.

When Max spotted her coming into the garage, he jogged over, greeting his love and his friend with a bright smile.

"What are you doing down here? I thought you were up in hospitality?" He asked.

Max's eyes dart between the two. Taking in the sheepish smile of one and a mixture of sadness and confusion on the other.

Lando turns to look at the woman beside him. "Sorry about lying to you, but I heard what your dad was saying to you..." He trails.

Max's face drops. Suddenly understanding why she had come with a sullen expression.

"It's okay Lan, thank you for rescuing me."

"Anytime." He nods before making his way out of the garage.

Max places his hands on her shoulders. "Do you want to talk about it now, or do you want a hug?"

She doesn't respond. Instead, she embraces him, inhaling his scent and listening to the sound of his heart.

"Race first, talk later." She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek for goodluck.

Max understanding her needs and how she is feeling, helped put the words of her dad into the back of her brain.

The following incident happened in the two's shared home. Jos had cone knocking at the door while Max was away grabbing some essentials for dinner that night. She regretted not going with him now. Opting to get things ready and started while Max was away.

"Oh, it's you." Jos sneered. Practically shoving her out of the way to get inside the apartment. "Where is my son?"

"He's at the store grabbing things for dinner, but I think he'll be back shortly." The young woman closes the door but hardly moves, barely a breath entering her lungs.

Dealing with Jos on her own was always a difficult task. Often fighting with herself between being on the defensive and provoking him more, or just staying quiet. Normally, she opted for the latter.

"You should really consider leaving him now. It'll hurt him less, and he'll be able to focus on what's important again." His eyes burn on her. "Have you still not understood that you are hindering him?! He has been making more mistakes since you seduced him."

She lost her grip for a moment, her mouth letting the words slip before her frontal lobe could fully process.

"Have you ever considered that encouraging and being proud of him might help him more than the constant berating?"

Jos' face went red, his jaw clenching in anger. He looked like he might break something.

Originally, she hadn't realized how close he had been. Now, knowing she should have put more than an arms reach.

The sting on her cheek was not a sensation she was used to. Her father had never actually hit her. thrown stuff around, and broke things from occasionally, but never hit her.

Tears began pricking her eyes. How was she to respond now?

"Don't speak to me like that. It's ridiculous that he keeps you around."

Well, she already crossed the line. There's no going back now. "Maybe because I am actually kind to him." Standing her grand, she managed to look directly at him. The shock of her action clearly displayed on his figure. "Your son is one of the kindest and funniest people I have ever met. He is successful not because because of you but because of himself and what he has achieved through his own hard work."

She had been so lost in her speech that she had failed to hear the keys in the door.

"I'm glad you think so geliefde." His voice was soft towards her. Relief washed over her face as she turned to see him. "What are you doing here, dad?"

"I came to look over some things with you about your next race."

Max's eyes narrowed at him. He quickly places the bag with groceries in it on the floor and strides over where the young woman is still trying to figure out what to do next.

Max places his hands on either side of her face and examines it. "Well, now you don't get to ever come back."

"Max-"

"She is right. I am loved by her unconditionally, and I don't need you to constantly criticize me. And you especially do not get to lay hands on anyone I care about."

Max's eyes turned cold. Now staring past her while still holding her protectively. "Get out."

"Son I think we should at least talk about this!"

"Get out! Or I will call the authorities."

Jos raised his hands in defeat and wnt to exit the space. Before he closed the door, he left you both with a parting message. "I hope she is worth it, Max, and if you realize she's not, then don't come crawling back to me."

When the door clicked closed, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing. "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said anything to him." She sobbed.

Max embraced her gently and leaned to whisper, "You did nothing wrong, I don't need him to be proud of me. Instead, I think your encouragement will be enough to fuel me for races."

Then, they both started to heal.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Any weird Soul Society specific superstions for care and maintenance of one's Zanpaktou?

There's a joke rumor that goes around Shinigami Academy that if you've tried everything else and your zanpaktou STILL isn't talking to you, you can always try getting into mortal danger so it has to come out and save your ass to save your own. The faculty loudly maintains that is false and even considering it is a great way to fuck up your spiritual connection with it. The problem is that unfortunately, the rumor is true- even the most stubborn zanpaktou tend to have at least one survival instinct and will force their wielders to fight their way out of a life-or-death situation. But the teachers are right that it WILL permanently fuck up your relationship with a sword if you intentionally harm yourself for it's attention, and it's important to note that just because your zanpaktou manifested, that doesn't mean either of you are strong or skilled enough to get out of your dipshit situation you caused.

A more commonly advised bonding practice is to practice putting trust in your sword and learning about its preferences by picking one day a month where it's in charge and you do everything it says. EVERYTHING. If your sword tells you to walk off a cliff, start walking - the key here is to teach the sword spirit that not only do you trust it, it's also responsible for you and can't go around giving you bad advice for shits and giggles. Most sword spirits never ask their wielders to do something dangerous, but they do ask to go see a weird movie or for their person to eat an unusual food so they can taste it by proxy, and thus the wielder gets used to trusting them and thinking of the spirit as a person unto themselves.

Doing proper maintenance on your weapon is an important bonding activity and the first time a zanpaktou has to be taken to a smithy to be properly re-sharpened is often a nerve-wracking experience for both sword and shinigami, a bit like a child's first doctor's appointment.

A practice that is not *recommended* but most people do anyway and that works is sharing gossip. Sword spirits can see each other when they choose to manifest, and have friendships and rivalries and THAT BITCH FROM THAUMATURGY CLASS YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE - and likewise, since sword spirits spend so much time resting they want to hear all the updates on the wielder's friends and family and rivals and OH MY GOD YOU NEED TO HEAR WHAT THAT MORON WHO TEACHES O-CHEM DID NOW-

Sometimes, a sword will bond with someone very deeply, very fast. There's a superstition that shinigami who bond with and master their zanpaktou quickly are either destined for greatness or to burn out and drop out of the court guard just as fast. Neither is true, actually. They're not prone to grand destiny or burnout any more than people who take a normal or long time to bond with their zanpaktou. They are more likely to get thrown out of the guard for really weird crimes though.

On the other end of the spectrum, if it takes a long time to bond with your zanpaktou, there might be something wrong with you. The rumor isn't *totally* unfounded- the main thing that keeps people from bonding with others is, you know, unresolved emotional issues, the same thing that prevents less stabby relationships. But it's just as likely that it's the sword is the one that's snake fuckingly crazy.