#and were loudly opening and closing folding fans to drown them out

[waitineedaname]

I love that sqq uses his folding fan like a stim toy. I like to imagine him sitting in peak lord meetings with his face all calm and collected but his fan is going clack clack clack clack

[moremaybank]

SOMNOPHILIA — r.c

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings unprotected sex, somnophilia, humping, creampie, dirty talk/language

kinktober masterlist ;; rafe masterlist

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When Rafe walked into your shared bedroom, the tightness in his shoulders alleviated and the tension in his forehead washed away just from the sight of you. Your frame was wrapped in the cotton of one of his old t-shirts, hair splayed across the pillow. The duvet had clearly been kicked off by you in your sleep, bunched up at the foot of the bed. His eyes trailed up your bare legs, silky smooth and glowing from the moonlight peeking through the sliver of the curtains. Then, he noticed your bare pussy, glistening and partially open to him due to your bent leg. Lying right there, out in plain sight and calling out for his touch. 

Working quickly, he yanked at his tie, the knot coming loose for him to sling it off. He nearly ripped the buttons of his dress shirt off as he popped them open, and his slacks were the next to go as they pooled onto the floor. He palmed himself over his briefs, his gaze locked on your body. Climbing onto the bed, he hovered over you. His fingers pushed the hem of his shirt that rested above your hips higher up, exposing your tits to him. Your nipples stiffened at the sudden rush of cool air, making Rafe’s mouth water. 

“So pretty, baby. All goddamn mine.” His hot breath fanned over your breasts as he flicked one of your nipples with his tongue. His lips eventually closed around it, sucking and pulling at it with the seam of them. He was careful not to leave the other one out, repeating his previous actions and then blowing to keep them pebbled. You shivered in your slumber, and he granted kisses down your body to soothe you. His hands eased your thighs open more, creating space for him to slot his body into. 

Rafe spat down, watching the glob land at the top of your cunt. His fingers spread it downward, throughout your folds, and then back up so he could rub your clit. You were already growing wet, but he wanted more. When he finally sunk into you, he needed to feel how much your pussy wept for him, even when you weren’t conscious and in the moment with him. 

Your hips shifted around on the bed ever so slightly, and Rafe’s eyes flitted up to your face for any signs that you’d awoken, but your body calmed, relaxing against the mattress again. 

Rafe shoved his briefs down, freeing his cock and guiding it through your folds as he lubed himself up. He couldn’t deny the burning need in his chest, and his cock throbbed as it lay against your pussy. He rutted his hips, grinding on you and feeling the slick coat his shaft. “Need your pussy, princess. Need to fuck you so bad, can’t wait.” 

You pulsated from beneath him, silently demanding for his cock to plunge into your walls and diminish the vacancy. He gripped himself, lining up at your entrance and nudging his way inside of you. He groaned, feeling you tighten as he slipped inside completely. “Always ready for me, yeah?”

It wasn’t long before he started to thrust into you, stroking your walls intensely, failing to leave any inch untouched by his cock. His hips pounded at the back of your thighs, and he cursed loudly to himself.

The control was slipping from his fingertips, the way your cunt drank him in and drowned him in your creamy goodness. He fucked you, harder and harder, the speed increasing as his patience abandoned him. “My perfect fuck toy. Shit.”

You began to mewl, eyelashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks as you roused from your sleep ever so slightly. “Mm, Rafe?” 

“Shh, you’re okay. Go back to sleep, baby,” he murmured, one of his hands abandoning the back of your knee so he could stroke your cheek. “Lie still, be good for me.” 

You couldn’t tell if he was really before your mostly closed lids, couldn’t tell if this was one of the best dreams you’d ever had or if it was a moment in reality perfectly plucked from your deepest fantasies. All you knew was that the coil in your belly was close to snapping, and you’d welcome the release with open arms. You slipped back into your slumber as your pussy gushed with your release. 

“That’s my girl. Fuckin’ soakin’ me with her cum even when she’s barely conscious, yeah?” His balls drew up nice and tight, and he emptied himself inside of your cunt. “Gonna use this pussy, keep it filled whenever I want.”

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[bchanslvr]

better turn of events // d.m x fem!reader

word count - 2k

warnings - deepthoarthing/blowjob, pet names, degrading, sort of brat!reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, neck kissing, begging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, breeding kink, fluff and nipple play (not proof-read)

summary - giving draco a blowjob in an alcove but it turns into something better that leaves you not being able to stand properly for a while

a/n - happy birthday blondie <3

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glimmering eyes were wet with tears. lashes fluttering close, lips swollen and wet. cheeks tinted and stained with salty eyewater, and mouth full of draco.

you were both hidden from all sights; in an unknown alcove in a dark corridor at hogwarts, were you were giving him a blowjob.

his chest heaved, head thrown back, as his fingers tugged harshly at your curls.

you sucked him like you were starving, tongue coming up to lick the ever-flowing pre-come from his sensitive slit. working your mouth all the way to the base once again, delighted in the sharp inhale above him.

draco let out a shuddering breath, "fuck. i knew that mouth of yours must be good for something"

you could only whine softly, mouth already occupied.

"what was that? want me to fuck your mouth?," the pale fingers in your hair tightening.

you bucked forwards, a moan leaving your mouth only describable as yes.

"yeah? want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours? till your sobbing and sore?"

you bucked again, moaning loudly as you sucked on his head. the vibrations of your lewd sound sent shocks up draco's spine till he was groaning loud, thankful that he remembered to place a silenco.

"oh fuck y/n," he rasped out as he grabbed a fist-full of your hair.

"stay still for me—good girl," he began thrusting into your mouth almost immediately, speeding up the pace gradually till he was hitting the back of your throat over and over again.

fucking his cock into your mouth with a speed that could only be known as cruel. tears welling up in your pretty eyes, that spilled down like waterfalls. your hands obediently placed on your lap, aching cunt so close but you didn't move a muscle.

draco's erratic thrusts increased, he breathed as if he'd ran a hundred miles and back, hips never stopping as he continued to hit the back of your throat over and over again.

loud profanities left his mouth, his nails scratching your sensitive scalp, electing another sweet moan from your spit-licked lips.

and that was all it took. he let out an almost animalistic growl as he shoved his prick as far as he could down your throat. flooding your senses with his release, to which you greedily swallowed. some leaking out your mouth.

he pulled out his softening length, breath ragged, and eyes closed shut as he tried to catch his bearings.

and once he did, he thought he'd finish a second time right there. you looked utterly beautiful. so delectable and gorgeous down on your knees for him.

your eyes were still glimmering, the tears drying against your blushed cheeks, lips undoubtedly swollen red, his release still evident in the corners of your turned lips.

you were panting hard, trying to catch your own breath. struggling to stand up again after being on your knees for so long.

but once you did, you wiped away the evidence of this whole encounter with your wand, face no longer burning, lips normal, breathing calm, and hair well kept like it had when you brushed it this morning.

you looked at draco and smirked. lips turning up to a sharp smile as you dropped down to pick up your book bag once more. you tried to make your way out before draco grabbed your wrist,

"where do you think you are going? i'm not done with you yet," he said, the hand on your wrist loosened but instead he cornered you against the wall of the alcove, blocking you from the entrance.

you merely smiled, "well, potions starts in a few minutes and if i don't get going now i'll be late, and snape will lecture me and detention" you said, ever the tease you were.

imaging how good he'd use you later if you left him hanging right were he was now.

draco laughed, "since when did you care about being late?," he asked, his breath tickling your cheek.

"since now," you said cheekily.

"well that's too bad, because i'm still fucking you against this wall till you're screaming my name"

"hmmmm, not feeling it right now sorry," you said maneuvering away from your boyfriend's grip.

"oh?," draco's face turned into a confused frown. hands locking themselves around your hips to stop you from leaving once again.

"did i do something wrong?," he asked pouting. cock already filled and pressing against your abdomen.

"no dray, you didn't do anything wrong"

"then what's up?"

"well it's⎯"

before you could answer you were interrupted by his lips on yours, a gasp leaving your own as he bit down non-too gently on your bottom lip.

his tongue penetrating your mouth and swallowing all your sounds. you couldn't help it as your book bag dropped to the floor, hands automatically looping themselves around his neck. pulling him impossibly closer.

you both broke apart for air, panting as you looked into each other's eyes. he smirked as he said "well someone doesn't mind this too much now does she?"

you felt your skin heating up against his lust-filled glare, arousal pooling in your panties all over again. you whined languidly as you buried your face in his shoulder mumbling softly, "fuck off".

he chuckled as his hands made quick work of your button-up that was soon on the floor like the rest of your layers in quick-session.

his hands were all over you, gently teasing every area of skin he found.

"you're so pretty," he murmured as his hands finally moved behind your back to unclasp your bra. licking his lips as he let it fall to the ground. hands immediately kneading the soft, warm flesh of your tits.

your moaned softly as his fingers brushed against your perked nubs, one hand twisting and pulling as the other made it's way south.

he launched himself onto your left nipple hungrily, sucking gently as he pulled it with his teeth.

his other hand reaching your soaked panties as he pressed hard were your clothed clit was. you moaned loudly, head tilted back as he continued sucking. fingers now rubbing the area softly, making you soak your underwear further.

you pulled your bottom lip under, brows scrunched in pleasure as he made you feel over the edge already. the fast figure eights on your cunt, and the mouth on your nipple not helping your fast-approaching orgasm.

"f-fuck, so close dray. so close," you whimpered. breathing hard as your eyes rolled back.

he could feel your walls clench under him, your body twitching in the process.

but just as you began to be drowned in pleasure he pulled away, leaving you and your cunt aching. a dry sob escaping your lips as you finally opened your eyes to look at him.

really look at him; his hair a mess, pupils blown wide, and lips wet saliva.

"draco please," you whined. hips bucking as you chased after his hands again.

"what do you want darling? tell me," he murmured against your lips as he began shedding himself of his own clothes, starting with his pants.

"want you dray, oh want you so bad"

"yeah? my pretty baby wants me so bad? hm? so desperate for my cock aren't you, you pathetic whore."

you whimpered as he revealed his pale white skin, so smooth and beautiful. he looked like a greek statue. like he was craved from zeus himself. his perfectly sculptured jawline, his hard chest, his ocean blue eyes, his silky soft hair. he was perfect.

you got lost in counting the small freckles on him that you didn't notice when his cock began rubbing itself on your still clothed cunt.

he noticed of course, smiling proudly of himself as he hooked two fingers under your chin to make you look at him.

"my eyes are up here sweetheart," he said. smiling as his hand jerked him off slowly. "i love you," you whispered. a smile of your own blossoming on your face as he attacked your mouth once more.

kissing you soundly as he mumbled a i love you too against your lips as his hands made their way to pull your panties off of you.

your lifted your legs as he pushed it down to the floor, finally able to look at you at your fullest and merlin were you a sight for sore eyes.

he couldn't remove them from your glistening cunt, eyes clouded with lust as he dragged two fingers through your wet folds.

thumb caressing your clit as he pushed the two digits in you gently. your wet entrance spasming around him.

"no draco, oh please i'm ready. i want you please please," you begged as he pumped his fingers in you too slowly for your liking.

draco hummed as he continued torturing you with his fingers, free hand holding your hips down.

"draco," you whined as his fingertips brushed your g-spot. thighs shaking as you welcomed his lips on your neck.

his soft lips grazing your tender skin, leaving gentle kisses as he sucked on your soft spot. no doubt leaving a hickey for you to hide later.

his hot breath fanning across your cheek as he kissed you again. tongue begging for entrance against your bottom lip till you let it.

nimble fingers inside you never stopping their ministrants as you continued to beg and sob.

"pleasepleasepleaseplease," a long string of curses leaving your lips as his fingers assaulted your sensitive spot.

"you look so pretty like this. spread out on my fingers. i can't wait to shove my cock inside you and fill you full with cum," he breathed.

"then do it. do it please, i beg you. i need you inside me draco. please i need you so fucking bad," you cried. desperate with need.

his patience finally breaking as he let out a quite growl. removing the fingers in you.

before you could whine at the loss you felt the head of prick rubbing up and down your wet pussy.

"is this what you want? for me to stuff you fill with my cock and cum?"

"fuck⎯yes yes yes yes," you begged as your wetness dripped down your thighs.

"look at you. so desperate for my cock. you're such a needy little whore. my needy little whore"

and with that, he pushed himself all the way inside you in a single thrust. you cried out as he bottomed fully inside of you. his own breath out of control as both his hands held onto your hips.

"up," he commanded as you jumped up enough to wrap your legs around his waist. heels digging into his back.

"good girl. you ready?," he asked as he pulled out all the way till only his tip was surrounded by your heat.

you nodded, all your words caught in your throat. and once he got the queue he slammed into you. your head hitting the wall behind you as your eyes rolled back.

you moaned loud and clear as he began thrusting at a brutal pace. your breath coming out in sharp inhales and exhales as your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving pretty, angry red cresent moons on his skin.

he groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, "so tight for me dove. so fucking good for me," he said mindlessly as he continued fucking you in big hard thrusts.

"oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!," you moaned over and over as his fingers were on you once more. rubbing vigorously on your swollen clit.

he moaned low when you tightened around him. burring his face in your neck as his thrusts grew harsher.

your high was fast-approaching once more with the hand on your clit, his cock stuffing you full and the soft groans and praises in your ear.

"dray so close, 'm gonna cum," you screamed as you screwed your eyes shut in pleasure.

"shit⎯i'm so close too baby," he said. light-headed with your hot velvet walls clenching around his throbbing prick tighter.

"cum with me baby, cum with me. cum around my cock as i stuff you full with my seed," he mumbled.

your yes coming out in your endless stream of babbles. both your breathing shaking as he slammed his hips onto yours over and over. your legs trembling as your mouth fell open in a perfect "O" as blinding pleasure over came you.

"i'm cumming dray! oh fuck i'm cumming, draco!" you cried as you came with his name on your lips.

his hips stuttered as he shoved himself as deep as he could, spilling his seeds into you. stuffing you full on him. "y/n-" he groaned as he finished himself in you completely.

the both of you staying still for a few minutes to catch your bearings. your head dropping onto his shoulder in exhaustion.

"fuck that was amazing baby, you did so well. such a good girl f'me so good for me. i love you so much," he said. murmuring into your hair, as he inhaled your scent.

"i love you more dray, so much more. you were so good, so nice and full now," you mumbled into him as he gently coaxed your legs of his hips to let you stand.

softened cock slipping out your wet hole as he stood back. groaning as he watched his cum drip out of your abused pussy.

"so good for me," he comforted as he fished for his wand in the clothes laying on the ground. eventually finding it and casting a strong cleaning spell that got rid of the cum, sweat and after smell.

helping you put on your now rumpled clothes as you fixed yourself. draco doing the same as he adjusted his tie.

you bent down to throw your book bag over your shoulder once more. legs shaking as you attempted to stand without falling over.

he chuckled as he helped you up fully. your brain trying to process everything and trying to remember of the events that were supposed to happen instead of being railed against a wall till you can't stand properly.

and that's when you remembered potions, shit. you cursed. class must be over now, what were you going to say to an absence now?

he seemed to understand what you were thinking as he snickered, "not funny draco," you said grumpily as you hit his shoulder playfully.

"yeah yeah, it's okay i'll figure out something to tell him don't worry"

you smiled as you pecked him on the cheek, "fine, let's go now come on"

your fingers lacing his with his hands as you pushed open the door. the light of the evening almost blindly you as you breathed in fresh-air. a soft sigh leaving your lips as you squeezed his hand.

"i'm still mad at you you know," you said as you glared at him.

"for what? you enjoyed yourself immensely don't lie," he said smirking.

"don't act so cocky malfoy. you won't get this again if you do," you said harshly.

"okay okay i'm sorry. not really," you smacked him on the head for that.

"ouch! fine! i'll take you to my dorm, and i'll run us a bath, and get you your favorite snacks and we can cuddle? truce?," he asked as he smiled cheekily down on you.

a bath, snacks and cuddles did sound really nice right now. "fine." you replied simply. watching as he let out a relived sigh.

"let's go then," he said. lacing his fingers through yours again.

"okay," you said smiling. he gave you a small peck on the forehead before dragging you back to his dorm for a well deserved night.

today was sure a lot of fun, but you couldn't wait to be in his arms and surrounded by his warmth. the feeling of being so thoroughly loved by a person lingering on your skin and mind as you drifted of to sleep in his bed.

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[13uswntimagines]

We’ve Got Your Back (Alpha!Christen x Reader)

Request: Alpha christen press fic😍 and does it make me a horrible person cuz I want to see what christen would do to Hinkle? (Not to mention broon, uncle, ash....) 

Pt. 1

Author’s Note: So this turned out a touch different than i had planned. Let me know what you think! 

It was strange being back here. Back in the city, the stadium, that had almost been the sight of your demise. At least they had stuck the team in the visitor’s locker room. You didn’t know if you could have handled being back in that room. 

You rolled your shoulders and tapped the ball back towards Lindsey, sending the alpha a tight smile and trying to drown out the sea of unpleasant emotions threatening to pull you under. 

It was a stupid idea for Us soccer to have the team face off against the NWSL Allstars. You were part of the NWSL for goodness sake, it wasn’t like you didn’t play against these people already. It also meant you had to play against Her in the stadium she tortured you in. 

“How you holding up?” Christen asked, suddenly coming up behind you. She grabbed your clenched hand, coaxing your fingers open and intertwining them with her own. She let out a wave of her calming scent, trying to soothe you as much as she could with minimal contact. 

Though the two of you had… consummated your matting, and despite your normal cocky flirting, the two of you really weren’t into public displays of affection and there were thousands of eyes on you right now. 

You hadn’t even realized you were digging your fingernails into your palms. 

“Great now that you’re here hot stuff,” You tried to smile convincingly back at your mate, squeezing her hand tightly. She let out another wave of her calming scent, her eyes flickering around your face. 

One of the first lessons she had learned from Rose was that you never said when you were uncomfortable, but your tells always gave you away. 

“Always the charmer,” Christen said, a light blush covering her cheeks. 

You smirked at the alpha, shrugging. “It’s hard not to be when you always come out here looking like that”

She rolled her eyes at you, entirely used to your flirting. It hadn’t taken her long to realize that it was a coping mechanism for you. Whenever you were stressed or uncomfortable, your flirting intensified. 

It was a way for you to avoid your true emotions. 

“I’m literally wearing the same outfit as the rest of the team,”

You pulled your blushing alpha closer to you by your connected hands. You ran your nose over her cheek  “Hmm, but the rest of the team doesn’t have the-,”

The comment died on your lips when you caught sight of a certain alpha. You tensed even though she was stuck on her half of the field, separated from you by nearly the entire squad and the team of “Allstars”. But none of that had mattered last time. It hadn’t mattered that you were in a room full of people (nearly half of which were your national team teammates) or that the coaching staff knew what she was doing. 

Christen’s eyes followed yours, and she couldn’t suppress her growl (both for the other player being included in this game and the unpleasant emotions fluttering through your bond). 

“Vlatko swapped us, so you can stay on the left today. I’ll take the right and Alex will stay center,”

“You guys don’t need to do that. I can handle it,” You mumbled, suddenly finding the way your cleats ran through the grass incredibly interesting. 

Christen sighed, running a finger under your chin, grazing your scent gland as she tilted your chin up. “We know you can, just let us be a little protective over you, alright?”

You nodded biting your lip. You weren’t a weak omega, and you knew that the second you hit the field whatever grand plan they had was going to go right out the window. 

Well, part of it at least. You were sure that a certain alpha’s very white uniform was about to be stained very very green. 

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You launched yourself across the pitch towards your mate, barely stopping to watch as your shot sailed past Jane Campbells outstretched fingers. You were having a blast skirting past the all-star defender, and fielding through passes and crosses from the Mewis’ and The great Horan. 

“Good goal baby,” Christen said, smiling wildly as she scooped you up in her arms and pressed a kiss to your neck, just above your mating mark. 

You pulled back, smiling at the alpha and flicking her lightly on the nose. “Good? That was fucking amazing! Did you see me put Stanton on her ass?”

Christen nodded, setting you back on your feet with a wide smile. “Yeah, and Kling. But I think I’ve seen Tobin do the same footwork before. I call plagiarism,”

You pouted, flicking the side of your alphas head again. “That’s not fair, I deserve a reward,” 

Christen grabbed your wrist as it migrated down her waist with an eye roll. “Behave little one,” 

She growled playful at you, about to lean up and nip your neck again, but the presence behind her stopped her. You whined loudly, displeased that she had stopped. 

“Get your omega under control Press,” You tensed at the alpha’s voice, burying your face in Christen’s neck, afraid that even the scent of Hinkle would make you lose your composure altogether. 

Christen's growl turned low and dangerous and was echoed by several of the teammates beginning to crowd around you. When your alpha promised the team would have your back, she meant it. 

“Come on Y/n,” Mal said, cautiously breaking from the group to approach you. Her hand carefully touched your back, avoiding any skin. No one wanted to test your alpha's control any more than the asshat on the field was. 

Christen made eye contact with the omega inching towards you, tearing her gaze from Hinkle. She nodded at Mal, coaxing you out of her neck and kissing your cheek. “go babydoll,” raising her eyebrow when you wined, but still pushing you towards Mal. You poured as Mal dragged you across the field, away from the brewing storm. 

You didn’t need to be in the middle of an alpha battle. You wouldn’t tell anyone, but you were fragile and she didn’t want you to have to feel her dominance when she put Hinkle in her place. 

She didn’t want to risk accidentally forcing you to submit. She would die before she did that. 

“that one needs a firmer hand,” Hinkle scoffed, as Christen walked back towards her position, waiting for Sheridan to put the ball back into play. 

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Christen growled lowly, her eyes following you as you grossed the field with Mal. Lindsey sent her a stiff not. The entire team was behind you. 

“Just saying that I could give you some pointers if you wanted them,” Hinkle shrugged as though she didn’t feel the insane tension on the pitch. Christen scoffed catching her arm, spinning the alpha to look at her. She didn’t need any advice on how to deal with you. You were a handful, but you were her handful, and she was glad you were comfortable enough with her to show her your playful side. 

“Don’t waste your breath,” Christen said, letting out her dominant scent. 

*****

The Women’s national team was known for its impeccable control. With so many strong alphas in one place, it was imperative for the team's functionality and their commitment to equality.

But tonight that control was nowhere to be found, and it wasn’t just the alphas that were going a little crazy. The pitch was total chaos and at the epicenter was Hinkle. 

From the crazy tackles Lindsey, Becky, and Christen herself were committing, to the lengths Rose, Mal, and Alex all went to keep you as far from the Alpha as possible while still letting you put balls on goal. Vlatko’s tactics had gone out the window and the team was operating like a disaster (a very successful disaster as you had already scored 4 times against the all-stars, but a disaster nonetheless). All teeth and growls. 

You were just thankful that the game was over, and that you could finally escape the place with so many bad memories. And the mix of dominant pheromones that hung in the air, putting you even more on edge. 

You headed back towards the tunnel, uncharacteristically ignoring the opposing team trying to approach you for handshakes, and the fans screaming for your attention. It was unnerving to have your typically dosel alpha acting so aggressive. 

It pulled your inner omega so close to the surface, and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. 

“You know it’s wrong to ignore your superiors little omega,” The voice stopped you in your tracks. Your shoulders hunched and you seemed to almost fold in on yourself. 

An arm wrapped around your waist, shielding you from Hinkle. You relaxed a little at the scent of your best friend's mate. “Just ignore her,” Mal said softly, pulling you into her. 

Hinkle snarled at the two of you, rushing forwards to stand right in your path. You took in a sharp breath, your nose twitching at the press of Hinkle’s pheromones. You fought the urge to submit, the urge she had drilled into your skull from the time you joined the Courage to the time you finally made your escape. 

“What, your alpha didn’t teach you any manners either,” 

Mal tensed around you. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, waiting for the next blast of her potent scent. The one that would bring both of you to your knees. The one from your memories. 

“You need to back the fuck off,” Ashlyn’s protective growls were suddenly separating you from Hinkle, shortly joined by Becky, Alex, Rose, and Lindsey. 

“Or what?” She challenged, stepping up so she was eye to eye with the much taller alpha. 

“Come on girlies, let’s get you to the back, they can handle this,” Ali said softly, trying to pull you and Mal around the wall of alphas and the dominant cloud of pheromones beginning to form. You let her pull you around the alphas, trying to keep your head down. 

“No, she stays,” Hinkle sneered, catching your wrist as you passed. 

The reaction of the team was instant, but none was more prominent than your own alpha’s (who had been caught up singing posters with Tobin). It was a big No-no to touch someone else’s mate. 

“Take your hand off of her. NOW,” Christen growled, sending a wave of very dominant and very terrifying pheromones directly towards Hinkle. Even the little edge that caught you made you freeze and sent a shiver down your spine. The alpha immediately released you and whimpered as she fell to her knees. 

Christen smirked viciously (her typical kind-hearted ness nowhere to be found). She was the stronger alpha, and she wanted Hinkle to know how it felt to be forced to submit. She wanted her to feel the humiliation of being surrounded by people who wouldn’t help her. She wanted her to know what she put you through. 

Mal and Ali both tucked you into them and started directing you towards the locker room. Emily stepped in behind you, shielding you from where your alpha was towering over the shaking Hinkle. 

They were right, you didn’t need to see this. 

*****

The walk back to the locker room was short, but it felt like forever. The omegas spent it emitting their soothing scents, trying to calm your frayed nerves (which were only amplified by the emotions fluttering down your bond with Christen). 

If the little edges of Christen's dominant pheromones were that strong, you could only imagine what it felt like to be caught in a full blast. That thought alone terrified you. She was always so careful with you, but what if she lost control. 

“Shh, kid you’re ok,” An arm wrapped around you and gentle hands guided your shaking form to sit on the bench. 

You shook your head rapidly. You were a lot of things right now, but ok wasn’t one of them. 

You opened and closed your mouth several times, but no sound would come out. What if you upset your alpha and made her lose control? You loved to push her buttons. 

“Hey, You gotta breath y/n,” Mal said, suddenly appearing crouched in front of you. She grabbed your hands, flattening out your palms to prevent your nails from digging further into your arms. She bit her lips at the stressful pheromones pouting off of you, she had only seen you like this once. A very long time ago (ironically in the same place you were now). 

“Em, go get Rose,” She said, not taking her eyes off of you. Your best friend was probably the only person who could help you. 

Emily’s eyes widened. There was a reason why most of the team’s omegas were in the locker room instead of hanging out in the field with their mates. It was one thing to put an arrogant alpha in their place, and another to risk accidentally forcing an omega to submit. 

The team was insanely protective, and going out there while their instincts were on edge wasn’t a good idea. 

“I think she’s got her-...” Emily started softly, lightly touching Mal’s shoulder. 

“Wasn’t a question,” Mal growled, cutting her off, and finally taking her eyes off of you. You whimpered at the tone, your head tilting slightly and Emily nodded rapidly. 

“Right, I’ll go right now,”  

She exited the room at a near run. She didn’t quite understand what was wrong, but she knew you desperately needed someone. 

****

Emily wasn’t sure what she expected when she exited the tunnel, but it wasn’t Rose and Christen standing over a shaking Hinkle (she would have pegged Ashlyn and Becky as way more likely to get themselves into this situation). 

As she approached the group (and the insane cloud of pheromones, seriously they were going to need to fumigate the place)she caught the tail end of Christen's deep rumble. “That’s a despicable excuse for-...”

“I’m sorry to interrupt this-...” Emily said slowly coming up behind her alpha. She kept her eyes down and her hands out, very careful not to provoke the angry hoard any further. 

Lindsey whipped around, gulping to try and restrain her instincts. She lightly grabbed her omega’s wrist to prevent her from getting closer to the scene. All hell would break loose if one of the omega’s accidentally got hurt. “Go back to the locker room. We’ll be there after we finish,”

Emily shook her head, finally looking into her alphas eyes. “No. You don’t-“ 

Lindsey’s eyes hardened as she cut her omega off. “I’m serious Em,”

Emily glared at her alpha, ripping her arm from her grasp. “So am I. I need Rose or Chris because y/n is like having a panic attack,” She practically spat. 

She hadn’t known you for as long as Mal had, but she still felt the omega bond with you. The overwhelming urge to protect one of their own when they were in distress. If they needed an alpha to help you, then an alpha she would get, come hell or high water. 

Christen and Rose both looked up at the mention of your name, as did the alpha on her knees.  The alphas seemed to blink back to themselves, letting up on their emission of pheromones. 

“Pathetic,” the woman on the ground mumbled.

The answering growl from the group was instant, low, and very dangerous. “Don’t you start,” Ashlyn said, her voice deadly soft before looking back up at the two struggling alphas. “Go, we can finish this,” 

Rose and Christen nodded, sending one last snarl towards Hinkle before following Emily down the tunnel. 

****

Christen took in a sharp breath at your distinct scent, freezing in the doorway. The locker room air was saturated with stressed and terrified pheromones. Any remaining anger she may have felt for the asshole out on the field disappeared and was replaced by worry for you. 

Rose moved first, pushing past your frozen mate and joining her omega on the floor in front of you, crouching down to your level. If you noticed newcomers to the room, you didn’t show it. You were stiffly sitting on the bench in the corner, staring off into space. 

Rose gently rubbed your knee, trying to bring you back to yourself. “Hey Kitkat, what’s going on?”

You blinked down at the alpha, your head tilting automatically. “Nothing. I’m fine,” you said robotically and Rose’s eyebrows furrowed. 

She had only seen you like this once, and that was after-... it was too horrible to even consider. 

“Yeah, no one believes that,” She mumbled, using a finger to stop you from showing off your neck. 

“I -...” you started, but the words got stuck in your throat, caught between an answer and a sob. 

“Did all the pheromones bring back bad memories?” Christen asked, finally taking a step inside the room. She had gotten very good at reading you since you had mated and she knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. 

You nodded, finally looking up at the alpha. Your alpha. You took her in, how she seemed more relaxed (minus the worried lines in her forehead) and her scent was its usual cinnamon and spice. 

The heavy dominance was gone. It wasn’t the terrifying figure that had confronted a monster from your past, no this was your Chris. 

She took another few slow steps towards you. Rose and Mal moved out of the way to give your alpha room in front of you. 

“You’re just so strong. What happens if I push too far?” You asked quietly. 

And finally, the pieces clicked in everyone’s heads. Christen shook her head and took your hands. “I would never baby. What you saw-. It’s different with other alphas,” 

It was embedded in the fabric of the team (and the countries) culture. You never ever forced an omega to submit, but submission had a different effect on alphas. It wasn’t uncommon for them to assert dominance over each other, and forcing full submission was a way to show an errant alpha bow off base they were. Alphas didn’t experience the emotional distress that came with full-blown submission. 

“Promise?” You asked, your voice small. 

“With everything I am. You can poke and prod and make me blush, but I will never do what she did to you,” Christen said, kissing the back of your hand and looking you in the eyes to show you just how serious she was. 

She waited for your shoulders to relax before releasing a wave of her soothing scent and pulling you into her. You trusted her, and you felt comfortable that she would keep her promise. 

If she didn’t you knew about 22 people who would have your back. 

[kimnjss]

ruining his shirt | reaction

NAMJOON

Sat around the TV with his friends, even with the amount of sitting space in Taehyung's living room, you were quick to get yourself comfortable in Namjoon's lap. He didn't mind, of course. Wrapped his arms around you and held your body close to his chest as the plot of the movie played out in front of you.

Movie nights were a common occurrence within your friend group. Always held at Taehyung's house because he had the largest television. It was Joon who had started the trend of bringing their girlfriend's along, turning their guys night into something fun for all of you to do together.

Yoongi is coming out of the kitchen, two boxes of pizza in either hand while Hoseok follows behind him with the other two. The lids being pulled back to reveal the cheesy goodness inside. Mouth watering at the sight, you don't hesitate to reach forward. Grabbing out two pieces, one for you and the an snuggled into your back.

Joon is taking the slice with a mumbled, “Thanks,” eyes glued to the screen as an argument builds between the main characters. You're unbelievably comfortable in his arms, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

It's the unexpected slap on the screen that has your body jumping, a small gasp falling from your lips. Namjoon is jumping too, but not for the same reason as you. Your sudden movement had a greasy glob of cheesy sliding from the top of your pizza onto your boyfriend's stomach.

Neither of you move for a full minute, staring at the pepperoni staining his otherwise white shirt. A look of annoyance on his face but it doesn't last long, fading into a soft smile the moment he's acting sight of the apologetic pout forming on your lips.

“I'm sorry, baby.” You're scrambling to get a napkin to clean up your mess, only to be stopped by the gentle palm on your leg. “Don't worry about it, love.” He's taking the napkin from your hand to finish the job, before pressing a few soft kisses to your forehead. “All better,”

His arm is back around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Easily settling back into the relaxed mode he was in before the spill. With you in his arms, his ruined shit was the last thing on his mind.

JIN

Jin was rather spontaneous when it came to your relationship. Hardly ever called you up to plan a date ahead of time, more often than not you were getting a call a few hours before he was showing up at your front door. If you were lucky.

Most days, you loved that about hm. Never knowing when he'd be showing up at your door with his pouty lips claiming how he couldn't stop thinking about you so he just had to rush right over. Never once would you hesitate to invite him in, more excited than the last when you got a chance to hang out with him.

Today was different, though. Not to say you didn't want to see him – you always wanted to see him. But today was one of the extremely rare occasions where he had set up a date with you. Wanted to take you out for lunch after you finished your exams, knowing how hard you've been working the past few weeks.

He had told you about this at the beginning of the week and you should've had it imprinted in your mind, but with everything else you had clouding your mind – your lunch date unfortunately took the back seat.

So imagine your shock when Jin's name is lighting up your phone. A one line message letting you know he's on his way to pick you up. It's in that moment that it's all rushing back and you're springing out of bed to get ready. You're still wearing his shirt that you mindlessly threw on after your shower as you rummage through your makeup bag. Desperate not to look like you've spent the entire morning in bed scrolling through Twitter.

Caution to spills is the  least of your worries as you rush to get pretty. Seokjin's shirt seems to catch everything that misses your face and even more when you're startling at the sound o the doorbell. Only a courtesy because he knows our door code. He's walking in just as you're tying your hair into a proper ponytail.

Eyes rolling playfully at the sight of you only half ready. He's pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, eyes fining yours in the mirror and dropping to the stains on your shirt. “I was looking for that shirt the other day,”

You're taking the moment to look down at the top, noticing for the first time the mess you've made of it. But when you're catching Jin's gaze, he looks the least bit upset. “I'm sure it'll wash right out,” He's sinking onto your bed with a shrug of his shoulder.

“Don't worry about it,” Long arms stretching over his head before he's laying back on the bed. “It's your shirt now anyway,” Such a simple sentence, one that he probably didn't think too much about. But it has a large smile lifting your cheeks.

YOONGI

Another late night spent in the studio, with you pestering Yoongi to eat something more than the bag of chips that he had opened on his desk. You're met with an eye roll and a huff, his eyes staying focused on the computer screen in front of him.

He didn't even budge when you're were bringing in his favorite meal, announcing it loudly while wafting the delicious scent in his direction. Somehow, you manage to fight your way into his lap. Lifting up a mouthful and holding it out to him. Barely paying attention, but unable to resist is jaw is dropping open and you're pushing the food into his mouth.

The timing is off at one point, he's opening his mouth just a bit too late and you're not looking so the hot noodles are landing on his clean beige top. He's registering the heat on his stomach, brow furrowing before he's looking down at the mess you've made. He's annoyed, you can tell because he was trash at hiding it. Although he didn't want to take it out on you, it didn't take a genius to know that he felt some type of way of you ruining his shirt.

Yoongi doesn't bring it up again, but you saw the look on his face when he had to toss the garment away – not being able to get the stain out. And the way his face lights up when you're surprising him on his day off. A black shopping bag in hand with the bold 'FG' printed on the side. The exact shirt you had ruined days before neatly folded inside.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as his smile grows, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to tug you closer to him. He's pressing a dozen kisses to your forehead, before he's pulling back to pull the shirt he's currently wearing off replacing it with his new one.

Your heart swells when he's thanking you with that gummy smile, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

HOSEOK

Both Jin and Jungkook came rushing into the room covered head to toe in paint. Laughing loudly and pulling your attention from your phone to them. A paintball fight they were having outside is what has them dripping paint on to the living room floor. Only in for a second, so Jungkook can get a drink of water.

“What are you doing?” Had just been re-watching Catfish from season one, trying to waste time until Hoseok was coming back home.

He's inviting you to come to and play with them and you're hopping up with very little hesitation. Rushing to follow the two of them outside, not even thinking to change the clothes you're wearing.

Instead, you're jumping right into playing with them. Running around the yard and laughing as paint splatters onto your legs and arms... and clothes. The free you of end up collapsing with laughter on to the grass, breathing heavily from all the running you've been doing.

Not even the slam of the car door in the driveway has you jolting up, Jimin's voice hitting your ears as he's exiting the car. Taehyung is a few steps behind him and your boyfriend after that. They're walking to see what you're up to.

Urging yourself to stand, you're moving to tackle your boyfriend in a hug but he's stopping you before you can reach him. Eyes dropping to the stained shirt on your body. “Is that my shirt?” It's the first time that you're taking a moment to look down at the shirt that you've got on.

Only now remembering how you had slipped into his white grocery bag top today after your shower. Had planned to change into your own clothes sometime later that day, but never got around to it. And now the white was splattered in rainbow paint.

“Oh, baby. I'm so...” You can tell just from the look on his face that he's not pleased. Can't even blame him for being upset, you had been careless. “It's acrylic paint... it'll come right out,” Jungkook is stepping in, attempting to ease the awkward tension that grows.

It's a stupid thing to be mad about, so arguing isn't on his mind at all. He's simply sighing, running his fingers through his hair before mumbling out, “Just wash it, I guess.” He doesn't say anything else, taking one last look at his stained shirt before leaving to enter the house.

JIMIN

With his lips pressed to your ear, his breathy moans fan over skin. Hidden from the rest of the party goers, he's trying his best to stay quiet. But it's extremely hard with your hand in his pants, stroking him to his end.

Jimin has a tight grip on your hips, desperately trying to keep himself grounded somehow. You had been eyeing him from across the room since he showed up at this party, didn't miss your chance with going up to him. Flirting the best way you knew how until the two of you were dancing unbelievably close on the dance floor.

And as it does, one thing led to another leading up til now. Huddled together in a dark corner with your hand down his pants and his lips on your neck. “Fuck, I'm so close...” His voice has your skin prickling with goosebumps.

The alcohol that cruises through your veins being drown out with the feeling of intoxication you get from being around him. Feeling of him surrounding you with his sweet scent. It's no secret to you, or any of your friends the crush you had on this boy. The obvious flirting that took place between the two of you enough to raise a few eyebrows, but was never surprising.

Jimin's hips seem to mindlessly move with the strokes of your hand. Shuddering when you're running the pad of your thumb over the head of it. It's not long before his hushed moans become desperate whines against your ear. His grip on your hips tightening as the arousal rakes through his body, creating a stiffness in his legs.

He's grunting out your name just moments before he's releasing, with your hand out of the way his cum is staining the bottom of his black shirt with white. Teeth scrape against your skin as he comes down, eyes screwed shut.

You're not pulling your hand from his body until he's completely winded down. Breathing heavily against your skin. His gaze dropping when you're moving your hand from his body, catching sight of the wet marks on his shirt. The sight has his cheeks burning red and you can't hold back from teasing him.

“See the big mess you made?” He's letting out a breathy chuckle, leaning down only to capture your lips with his. Jimin kisses you slowly for a moment, allowing his tongue to twist and push with yours before he's pulling back.

Butterflies rise in your belly at the sight of the sultry grin on his face. Only getting worse with the words that follow. “Should I make a mess of you too, then?”

TAEHYUNG

An impromptu barbecue with Tae and his closest friends is the best way to spend a summer night in your opinion. Night swimming with Yoongi before racing Jungkook to the table with the plan of loading up your plates in mind.

Sandwiched between Taehyung and Namjoon, the three of you hanging on to every word coming out of Hoseok's mouth, the story of Jimin trying ad failing to get some girls attention holding the attention of everyone at the table. Except for Jimin who acts like you're all sitting in silence.

Taehyung has his arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding your body snuggled close into the side. Only releasing you when Jin is coming to the table with a second tray of food. But once he's picked out all he wants to eat, he's pulling you close again.

Days like this were definitely on the top of your list. Being able to be with hi, relax with him made you happy. Your relationship with Taehyung was... interesting to say the least. Not one hundred together, but one thousand percent exclusive. It was like the two of you had this mutual understanding of the lines you shouldn't cross and never even tried to.

From the way he treated and acted around you, it didn't take a lot of thinking to put together the fact that he had feelings for you. And you had feelings for him too, just neither of you have made the move to make things official, so they just stayed the way they were.

Hoseok's story is coming to a close, the conversation shifting on to Jungkook and the plans that he was supposed to keep open tomorrow. You're no longer listening, just simply enjoying yourself in your man's strawberry scented embrace, mentally bouncing from conversation to conversation as you settle in his hold.

So wrapped up i your own thoughts, you're not paying as much attention as you should when you're setting your drink back on the table. The cup set perfectly on the edge that it's teetering the moment you're letting go, toppling over and landing in Taehyung's lap. Dirtying his pretty sky blue top with red fruit juice.

“Oh, shit! I'm sorry!” Scrambling to grab some napkins, but Taehyung is quick to stop to you. Barely jumped when the liquid was sweeping through the fabric. Soft lips stretching into an easy smile as he reaches for the edge of his shirt. In one swift movement, he's pulling it up and over his head. Tossing it away without a second thought.

You're being pulled back into his side immediately after he's refilling your cup. Slipping back into the conversation that he had been in before as if nothing had interrupted him in the first place.

And for some reason, you can't help but smile. Finding yourself relaxing back into his side stupid feelings growing for him. Times ten.

JUNGKOOK

“Kookie,” Jungkook is looking up confused at your sheepish tone, eyebrows furrowed when he sees the way you're standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom. You look like a child on their way to confess to breaking their mom's favorite vase. And in a sense you were.

Your boyfriend was real meticulous when it came to doing the laundry, separated the clothes in three different loads to avoid any bleeding. You, on the other hand didn't really care for the difference. “What happened, baby?” He's sitting up, eyes landing on the balled up shirt you have clutched in your hands.

His favorite gray Carhartt t-shirt blotchy with bleach stains. Extending your hand, you're holding the ruined shirt in his direction. “I tried to do the laundry...” He had been so busy lately, all you wanted you do was take one thing off his plate. “I don't know what went wrong...”

“This is not a white shirt, Yn.” Jungkook is taking the shirt from your hands, spreading it out to fully inspect the damage you've done. His brows creasing and a frustrated pout forming on his lips. “Baby, you can't put bleach..”

Catching sight of the look on his face has a defeated sigh falling from his lips. Setting the shirt aside, Jungkook is lifting his arms to reach for you. Gently pulling you where he sits on the bed.” Lets just have me do the laundry from now on, okay?”

“I just wanted to help... you always do it,” He's shushing you with a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, brushing the hair back on your forehead so he can get a better look at your face. Pushing a smile onto his lips, he's telling you that it's okay – even though you know he's a bit bummed by the fact you've ruined his favorite shirt.

No matter how many times he insists that he doesn't care, you're still ordering the exact shirt that you've ruined. A couple sizes too big, knowing how much he enjoyed clothes that were big on him. He kisses you the moment you're walking through the doors, enclosing you into his warm embrace.

Hidden behind your back is the shirt you bought and his fingers are catching it as his hands roam your body. The soft giggles that leave your lips are breaking the kiss, forcing him to peak at what you have hidden behind your back. “Is that a gift for me?” His brows are lifting with his inquiry, grinning at the nod of your head.

Jungkook is pressing a kiss to your puckered lips, at the same time his arms are snaking around to tug the the shirt from your grasp. Pulling back from your lips with one final kiss, before he's lifting the shirt into his view. “Shut up, baby. You got this for me?”

“I know you were bummed about me ruining the first one,” He's happy about the shirt, of course. Appreciated the fact that you went out and replaced it. But at the height of that, he was happiest that he had you.

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[taetaespeaches]

“My friends want to meet you.”

namjoon x reader (or oc) genre: smut; fluff; angst word count: 2K

a/n: Daisy is confused and Joon is getting desperate for clarity. This includes quick changing emotions and an effort on both their parts to stifle their growing affection for one another. I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading! :)) 

THERE he sat, at the bottom of the bed with his legs folded in front of him, one elbow positioned on the inner side of his knee as he rested his forehead on his knuckles. His eyebrows were knit together as he focused on the words he etched across the notebook pages, the ink expressing his inner thoughts into rhymes and phrases he would later put to a beat. Shirtless with a pair of lounge shorts on, he was glowing and beautiful. You couldn’t look away.

With his t-shirt draped over your upper body, you nuzzled your head further into the pillows, sighing contently, still buzzing in your post-sex glow. Namjoon shifted his gaze to yours with a soft smile. “Are you bored?” He asked you, you flashing him a grin back.

“Far from it,” you assured him. “How’s writing going?”

Looking down at his scribblings, he shrugged. “I’m feeling inspired,” he told you, glancing back up to you to watch as you sat up, stretching your arms over your head.

Holding your eyes for a moment, you gasped, playfully pointing to yourself, mouthing “me?”

The man chuckled breathily, flashing his dimples at you in that way that made your heart pound just a little harder than usual. “Do you want to read them?”

The smile fell from your face immediately, a look of surprise overtaking your features as you stared at him curiously. “Wait, really?”

“I mean, if you want,” he added nervously.

Nodding, you scooted down the bed quickly until you were sitting shoulder to shoulder with the man. “Of course I want to,” you assured him gently. As you stared down at the journal, Namjoon placed it into your lap, your hands brushing overtop his as you replaced their grip on the pages.

The words were meticulously chosen, each phrase perfectly flowing into the next, the hopeful theme blending into a melancholy undertone that captured a moment in time so specific and real, the stillness of the room stifling as you interpreted the emotions expressed. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath as you read over the ink multiple times until Namjoon’s fingers brushed the side of your face. Exhaling, you leaned into his touch just as his lips found the top of your cheek bone.

“These are incredible,” you complimented, your voice just barely above a whisper, Namjoon humming as he placed another kiss to your hairline.

“Thank you,” he replied quietly, you turning to look at him. Bringing a hand to his chest, you gently flattened your palm over his heart.

“It’s like an ocean in there,” you whispered, not even sure you spoke the words out loud until Namjoon placed his hand over top yours, curling his fingers over yours. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he breathed out slowly, the air from his exhale fanning across the top of your head. You wanted to know the depths of his heart, but the fear of drowning kept you from allowing yourself to dive into him completely. I have to keep a distance.

Contradicting your thoughts, however, you found yourself leaning into Namjoon’s sturdy frame, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to him in a way that made you feel both vulnerable and safe at the same time. How was that possible? You asked yourself. Could you really find comfort in vulnerability, or did it only open you up to hurt and suffering?  

Maybe you shouldn’t have relaxed in his arms, but you did. And you sighed contentedly.

“My friends want to meet you,” Namjoon told you suddenly, his low voice quiet, even in its proximity to your ear.

“Your members?” You asked for clarification, Namjoon humming in confirmation. “They know about me?”

“Well, Jimin walked in on us,” he reminded you, you letting out a light laugh at the memory. “But yeah, they all know I’ve been hanging out with someone. They don’t know any details though, but they’ve definitely noticed I’ve been staying here more instead of the dorm.”

You stayed still against his body, listening to the way his heart thumped against his chest nervously. His uneasiness in bringing this topic up made your own heart ache both in affection and guilt. It wasn’t fair to keep him in this uncertainty of what the two of you were.

“Do you want me to meet them?” You asked him tentatively, pulling away enough to look up at his face.

“I do,” he told you simply, his words coated in hope and a sense of openness that startled you.

“Ok, Joon,” you nodded. “I’ll meet your friends.” His eyes widened in surprise and excitement and it sent a dagger straight to your heart, realizing his first expectation was to be disappointed by you.

“Really?” He asked innocently, making it impossible to hold back a smile. “You’re not just doing this for me, are you?” And there was that doubt again. The doubt you’d made him become accustom to. Why can’t I just do the right thing?

“Of course I’m doing it for you,” you told him. “But not in a bad way,” you quickly added. “If it makes you happy, then I absolutely want to do that, Joon.” The man scanned your features thoughtfully, his eyes intense as he took in yours words. “But not just for you either,” you continued. “I want to meet them, I’m curious about them.”

An adorable smile overtook Namjoon’s face as he ducked his head downward to avoid your gaze. “You’re sure?” He asked, glancing upward as you smiled, endeared by him.

“Yes,” you told him simply. “I’m sure.” Namjoon nodded slowly as your smile turned into a cheeky one, the man’s eyebrows raising as he waited for your next comment. “Do you think they’ll tell me embarrassing stories about you?” You asked, Namjoon scoffing as he grabbed your waist quickly, pushing your back to the bed.

Hovering over you, he flashed you a dimply grin as he shook his head. “No teaming up with my members, that’s not fair,” he whined childishly, you giggling in response.

“No promises,” you teased, the man tickling your sides slightly, you squirming underneath him as you laughed loudly.

“We need to be a united front,” he insisted, you laughing even more at his comment.

“Mhmm, united, sure,” you continued to mess with the man. “Whatever you say, babe,” you said dismissively, Namjoon shaking his head with a sigh.

Placing your hand at the back of his head, you pulled him to your lips, kissing him with a passion that would have made anyone think you were established lovers. Namjoon easily fell into step with you, his hand gripping your waist underneath the shirt as his other reached for your bare leg, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.

Your hands settled on his lower back and ass, pulling his hips down to meet yours as you lifted your own. The man groaned against your mouth, the sound encouraging you to slide your hand beneath his shorts, squeezing his ass teasingly, Namjoon chuckling into the kiss. However, when you dragged your hand toward his front, he reached down to stop you.

“Hang on, babe, I just-”

“Are you ok?” You asked in concern, your eyes wide as you searched his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, no, I just, I want to ask you something,” he told you, your heart racing at the seriousness of his tone. Please don’t. “When you meet my members, how am I supposed to introduce you?”

Playing dumb, you smirked at him. “By my name?” You started, Namjoon licking his lips as he shot you a slight glare. “Hey, guys, this is-”

“You know what I mean,” he interrupted you, the smile disappearing from your face as you looked past him to avoid his stern gaze.

“This sounds a lot like a ‘what are we?’ conversation,” you whispered sadly, Namjoon sighing.

Ducking his head into your vision, you met his pleading eyes. “I mean, we’ve been on dates, we hang all the time, we have sex, we-”

“We’re friends, Joon,” you cut him off, “we’re friends who,” you shrugged, “hook up and- I don’t know,” you admitted as you choked back your emotions, not feeling as though you had a right to cry when you were the one holding you both back.

Nodding, his expression changed from sad to distant as his throat bobbed with a swallow. “Right,” he continued nodding, “No, yeah, that’s right.”

“Joon,” you started, only to be cut off with a kiss from the man as he attempted to salvage the earlier mood. “Namjoon,” you mumbled against his lips.

“No, no, it’s ok,” he assured you, leaving a quick kiss to your nose. “We’re friends, I know that.”

As the man kissed down your neck, your eyes stung with tears that you tried to blink away. He easily slid your shirt up your body, exposing your chest to him, and wasted no time in placing his wet mouth to your warm skin. You quickly wiped away a tear as it slipped from the corner of your eye into your hairline. What the fuck am I doing?

As he worked across your chest, Namjoon slid his hand underneath your panties, his fingers instantly making contact with your clit. Letting out a small moan, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. Looking up at you, he licked his lips as his eyes latched onto yours.

Pulling him to you, you kissed him deeply, trying to physically express to him how much you cared for him. Namjoon grinded his hips down against yours, causing you to moan into his mouth as you threaded your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Separating from you, he reached over to the bedside table to grab a condom. Sitting up, supporting yourself on your forearms, you watched as Namjoon stripped his briefs off, his face focused and jaw jutted as he put the condom on.

Glancing up at you, he found you watching him intently, your head cocked to the side as you appreciated the man’s physique. “Why are you not naked?” He asked you before his lips curved up into a fond smile.

Sitting up more, you pulled your shirt over your head, reclining back on your forearms with a smirk. “This better, Dimples?”

With a light scoff, Namjoon lunged forward, grabbing the tops of your underwear, you lifting your hips off the bed so he could slide them down your legs in a quick movement. Hovering over you once more, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against your own as he slid into you.

Moaning at the feeling of him, you arched your back, kissing him again. Namjoon rocked his hips into you, grunting slightly at the pleasure he felt because of you. You had slept together countless times throughout the weeks you’d been spending time with one another, but every time was as good as the last, if not better.

There was a closeness you felt to you when you were sexually intimate, as if a barrier was temporarily lowered, allowing you both to just exist with one another. With his hips picking up speed and force, you grabbed the sides of his face, holding him there as you watched his features appreciatively.

As your eyes stared into one another’s, yours became misty once again, Namjoon looking at you with adoration and so much care that it made you want to stay in that moment forever.

“I like you a lot, Joon,” you confessed, your vision becoming blurry as your lash line filled with tears. Closing your eyes to hide your emotion, Namjoon lowered his lips to yours, kissing you softly. Letting out a shaky breath, you kept your orbs shut as your lashes became wet. “I need you to know that,” you told him, Namjoon pecking your lips again, and again, and again.

“I know,” he assured you, kissing you once more. “I like you too.”

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Itadakimasu!! | Part 11: I'm Sorry (Written Chapter)

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The Mixtape: Thinking of you | CA, 1979

The music that pooled out of Onigiri Miya was anything but what you expected.  A small smile crept up onto your face - despite your best efforts - and with a featherlight touch, you crept into the restaurant, silently thanking the soft jazz for drowning out the creaks as you pushed the door open in search of a certain chef.

Osamu stood at the sink, hands working some leftover dishes from the work day. He hummed softly along to the music, and it surprised you just how nice  he sounded - how his deep hum complemented the honey voice that dripped through the speakers; rich, thick, and soft like velvet. You padded into the kitchen, clutching the wine and apron closer to your frame so as not to bump it on anything that could give you away, and allowed yourself a few minutes to listen and appreciate before ultimately ruining the moment.

“I didn’t know you could sing, Miya.” You brought a hand up to suppress a giggle as he stiffened and dropped the plate he had been washing with a loud clatter. Osamu bowed his head and cleared his throat, loud enough to drown out the music for a brief moment before it ultimately pervaded the kitchen once more. He grabbed the nearest towel to dry his hands before reaching for the remote, the music ceasing with a quick click. Once he turned around, your eyes immediately fell on the dusted pink that settled onto his cheeks, and you did your best to ignore the warmth that ignited in your chest at the sight.

"So, Etta James, huh?" Osamu coughed awkwardly, turning his attention back toward the sink to finish up the last few dishes that lingered in the basin.

"Ya know Etta James?" An affirming hum left your lips as you placed the bottle of wine and your apron on the island, eyes flitting over the rustic kitchen in search of wine glasses.

The kitchen was a decent size, the bright wooden counters and cabinets a stark contrast to the dark iron of the appliances, but it complemented each other and suited the space well. The soft ivory paint on the walls kept the overall area from being too loud compared to the rest of the restaurant, and you wondered if Kita was behind the greenery that added a lush, vibrant addition to the otherwise plain shop. Your eyes landed on a modest pile of cookbooks stored neatly in the corner, and you let out a huff of victory as you made your way over to the wine glasses that sat in a windowed cabinet above them.

"My parents were big fans, they've always had a funny fascination with America," you explained, and from the corner of your eye you saw him nod. The two of you relished in the, for once, comfortable beats of silence that followed, and you were surprised when he - for a second time since you had met him - decided to be the one break it.

"My Ma used to have this busted up, old, mix tape that she would play every night when she made dinner. Got it at a flea market when she spent a semester abroad in California. She always talked about how she wished she could visit again." The fondness in his voice made your heart squeeze. You busied yourself, listening intently as you placed two wine glasses onto the counter and filled them generously. "Eventually the cassette broke from years of abuse, but I managed to find the songs and make her a playlist. She still listens to it, every night, and I guess I got so used to it that it feels almost...wrong, to cook without hearin' it in the background, even though I'm not home anymore." You slid one glass over to him and he raised a brow at it, a soft smile pointed your way.

"I think ya skimped me a bit," he joked, and you chuckled sheepishly, a hand coming to scratch the back of your neck.

"What can I say, I like my wine." He chuckles as you reach for the small remote. 

"You didn't have to stop it, you know. I love me some Etta," you said, and his smile widened ever so slightly as you pressed play, the smooth voice fluttering through the speakers once more, softer this time as you adjusted the volume. You lifted the wine glass to your lips, taking a tentative first sip. The second the bittersweet liquid hit your tongue, you closed your eyes and sighed into the familiarity. It flashed you back to Tokyo; the seemingly endless nights on the balcony with Tendou and Semi, your drunken laughter rivaling the music in volume as Semi sang along with fervor - but, really, does anyone sound good when they're nearly a bottle deep?

Reality slammed into you like a meteor, and you were instantly struck back into the present moment, meeting Osamu's eyes as he watched you curiously. You felt the warmth crawl up your neck from the embarrassment, and you cleared your throat in the hopes that you could divert his attention to literally anything else.

"So,  are you gonna teach me how to properly make some Onigiri tonight?" His eyes fell on the apron you brought, the one he gifted to you, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise as his lips settled into a playful smirk.

"Who said anythin' about 'teach'? I said I'd show ya how I make it; I didn' say nothin' about teachin' ya."

"And miss out on learning how to make Onigiri Miya's signature dish? No way." Osamu scoffed as you grabbed your apron and began tying it around your waist. His arms folded in front of him, his lips a thin line. You couldn't tell if he was thinking or already disapproving.

"This was meant to be an apology, you know," he started, but you cut him off.

"I know! And what better apology than by helping me perfect my shaping?" The resigned sigh that followed meant a victory for you, the grin proof enough for both of you that you had won. "So, what are we making today?"

"I figured I'd keep it simple tonight. Ya like fatty tuna?" Of course you do.  Who doesn’t? "Great, let's get started then."

To be honest, you weren't expecting Osamu to be as patient with you as he was. Even though you were decently acquainted with the 'art form' that was Onigiri (as so eloquently and dramatically described by Osamu), you decided to entertain him and pretend to struggle with every step - over shredding the tuna, spilling the spices, adding too much mayo - in the minor hope that you could catch him stressed and maybe a bit frustrated - but to your somewhat disappointment, mostly pleasant surprise, every effort to get at least a furrowed brow or a groan was met with a warm smile, sometimes a breathy chuckle, and a strong pair of arms gently guiding you through the correct steps.

It was as equally frustrating as it was endearing.

"Now ya wanna dip yer hands into the dish of water I left on the side for ya, yeah, great, that's it - now grab a pinch of salt - not too much, just a pinch, and ya wanna rub it into yer hands to prep for the rice."

"What if I have a cut somewhere?"

"Do ya have a cut?"

"Well, not that I know of, but what if there's a cut I don't know about?"

"Well then I guess we'll find out soon, won' we?"

You huffed, but nonetheless pinched the tiny mountain of salt and collected a modest amount before tentatively rubbing it into your hands. Your shoulders were stiff the entire time, prepared for the sudden sting on the off chance the salt decided to acquaint itself with an unknown wound on your hand. You heard Osamu stifle a laugh, and your eyes met his as he smirked at your cautious form.

"Stop staring at me, focus on your own stupid rice ball." He laughed - loudly, beautifully - and you felt your hands tremble the slightest bit as you tried to put all of your focus on making a stupid, dumb triangle out of some stupid, dumb rice.

"Need some help?" You merely grumbled in response as the little bundle of rice and filling crumbled in your hands, despite your feeble attempts at shaping it. He set his own, perfectly shaped, onigiri aside and scooched over to you, his arms reaching around your form, chest pressed lightly against your back. "Yer pressing in too softly, so the rice isn't holding. Cup yer hands like this-" he cupped your hands within his own "-just like that. Now press a little firmer, like this." You were trying your best to pay attention to what he was showing you, you really were - but you couldn't help but marvel at how soft his hands were. You expected them to be rough; calloused from years of cooking, volleyball, and the handyman side hobby, but clearly that wasn’t the case. What kind of lotion did he use to make them feel so smooth? Probably some fancy homemade Aloe Vera lotion Kita made for him, you thought with a scoff.

This new revelation had also made you hyper aware that your hands were not, in fact, soft - countless burns, cuts, and other various acts of carelessness in the kitchen have given your hands a battle worn texture that no amount of hoity toity, all natural Aloe Vera would be able to soften up. He must have been cringing inside just having to touch the absolute burlap that is your haggard looking, stupid hands, oh god-

"Nice job, yer doin' great." The gentleness in his voice plucked you from your inner turmoil, effectively grounding you back to the task at hand. What was once a crumbling mess of rice and tuna now stood a beautifully crafted onigiri, the plump triangle nestled snuggly in between your hands. A gasp left you as you beamed at the finished product, and you whipped your head toward him, twisting slightly within his grip so you could face him properly.

It was then that you realized just how close he was to you.

Whatever words you had planned to say to him died in your throat as your brain tried to comprehend why the hell his face was so close to yours. Osamu seemed to be in a similar state of shock, eyes wide and mouth emulating a fish, opening and shutting when the words weren't coming to him. From the way your own mouth gaped, you imagined you shared a similar expression.

Simultaneously, almost comically, you separated yourselves and severed eye contact, Osamu finding something above you particularly interesting. What exactly, you weren't sure - you were too busy eyeing every minute detail of the remarkably plain tile flooring.

Like an awkward embrace from an old friend you never truly vibed with, the uncomfortable silence settled between you two once again.

It would have almost felt nostalgic, if you didn't hate it with a seething passion.

'And my arms need someone, someone to enfold'

The playful jazz number cut through the silence, and you mentally cursed Etta for clearly not reading the room - your arms were certainly not looking to enfold anybody at the moment, and you imagined it was likely that Osamu felt the same.

You spun back around toward your work station, a quick roll of your shoulders the only indication that you were gonna keep working, because you sure as shit didn't trust whatever would have come out of your mouth had you chosen to open it. Lucky for you, he seemed to get the hint and moved back toward his own work station, making quick work of shaping what he had left, while you continued to struggle, albeit far less than before.

Not a word had been uttered in the moments that followed, the music filling the awkward rift that split between you.

To be honest, you felt guilty that nearly every interaction between you two inevitably dissolved into a dense, unbearable tension; the once lighthearted mood suddenly cracked open like a fault line, the quiet settling between you like dust, and it always felt so thick that trying to bring the moment back its old, enlightened state seemed to take such an immense amount of effort - effort that neither one of you appeared to want to put forth.

You wondered if Osamu shared a similar sentiment.

While you finished up the last of your onigiri, you allowed your attention to flicker to Osamu as he eyed the leftover tuna filling with seemingly great interest, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. You watched as he scooped the mess onto his finger, putting obvious effort into keeping it balanced as he brought the teetering pile to his lips. Right as he went to close his lips around his finger, the tiny mountain fell, smearing onto his chin and landing on the counter with the saddest little ‘splat’ you'd ever heard. The disappointment he exuded at his misfortune is what ultimately broke you, and you laughed - a bright, gleeful sound that dispelled the suffocating air in an instant, and made you feel like you could finally breathe again (which was ironic, considering how out of breath you were from the incessant giggles that sprung free with absolutely no regard for your lung capacity).

Your hand flew to your mouth in an (admittedly failed) attempt to stifle yourself, as well as possibly save the last shred of rapidly waning dignity Osamu was probably holding onto for dear life. You folded in on yourself, laughter bouncing off the restaurant floor and - again, probably - stabbing directly into Osamu's crumbling pride.

Just as you opened your mouth to apologize, Osamu's loud, beautiful laugh cut through your own, and at the sight of his uncharacteristically bright smile, accompanied with the little smear of mayo on his chin, you realized that, maybe, probably, he was actually doing just fine; and that this - laughing with him - was something you'd never been given the chance to do before, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't something you wished you could do more often.

You hoped that, maybe, Osamu wanted that, too.

"So, I take it they didn't teach you how to make onigiri at your fancy schmancy culinary school?" He smiled as you bit back a groan. It was embarrassing, how ugly your onigiri looked next to his. Sure, you were joking about your incompetence in the beginning in the hopes to rile him up a little; but when it came to actually forming the balls, well - there's a reason the spite onigiri you made were small and round.

"You win this time, rice man." He boldly plucked one of your creations and plopped it onto his plate, while you opted for one of his. You knew yours were gonna have too much mayo and way too much seasoning, and you weren't about to subject yourself to that.

You took a bite out of the rice ball and audibly moaned - how is something so simple so delicious? He chuckled, lazy smile draped across his features as he watched you eat. The little sparkle in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by you, and you felt a tiny tug on your heart at how excited he was that you were enjoying his food, even if he wasn't being outwardly showy about it like you tended to be.

"'This time'? Does that mean we're doing this again?" You reached for another one of his as you hummed to yourself.

"Hmm, maybe. Maybe I'll force you to bake me some macarons." You were kidding, of course - you wouldn't wish that upon even your worst enemies - but the way his eyes brightened and he agreed with a small but noticeable lilt to his voice had you wondering if maybe making macarons wouldn't be all that bad if you made them with him.

He bit into your onigiri, taking a far more generous bite than you would have, and you snickered at the obvious attempt to conceal the grimace he had involuntarily made upon swallowing. The way he tiptoed around his critique of your failure was incredibly endearing ("It's not bad, just...mayo-y." "You don't have to eat it, you know." "No no, you worked hard, I'm gonna eat it."), and you felt the first little crack form in the walls you had begun to keep up around him ever since the curry incident.

The longer you enjoyed the food, wine, and - surprisingly - company, the harder it became to ignore the guilt that had settled onto your heart earlier in the evening. What started off as a mere twinge had become a sizeable weight in your chest, growing each moment you spent with him that didn't make you want to launch him off the summit of Mount Fuji.

"I'm sorry," you said, quiet and out of the blue. He shot you a confused smile.

"Pretty sure that's my job right now," he pointed out, and you offered a meek chuckle in response.

"I shouldn't have sold the dessert onigiri. Seeing just how passionate you are makes me realize the gravity of what I did. My ego was a little bruised and instead of being an adult about it, I openly insulted you and Kita by making a mockery of your business. I took it too far, and I'm really sorry about that. I'm sure it goes without saying, but I'm gonna stop making them so you don't have to worry anymore." He was quiet, staring at you in a way he hadn't before, and it made you feel far too exposed, playing with the rice crumbled on your plate as you waited for a reaction.

"I'm sorry, too. I only said those things because the idea of you expanding yer menu terrified me. Yer an amazin' chef, and I honestly think ya could run me out of business one day." His voice was soft, too; and you felt the crack grow considerably wider, your vulnerability peeking through pinched brows and hands that you couldn't seem to keep still. "I've always wanted to open up a location in Tokyo, and expand the menu. Onigiri made sense because it's always been a source of comfort, but as much as I love makin' em, there're others things I wanna make, too."

The air between you was...light. The weight that usually settled itself into your shoulder blades seemed to have dissipated, and you couldn't tell if it was the wine, the time, or Osamu. Maybe it was all three.

"I...I like it better when we don't hate each other," you said.

"I never hated you," he said.

"I never hated you either," you admitted.

"Does that mean we can stop pretending we do?" He looked you, and you saw hope.

You smiled.

"Yeah," you said. "We can."

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Fun facts -

Osamu listening to old 60′s love songs just did something to me ok, especially my girl Etta

Kita is 100% responsible for the plants 

Osamu’s mom kept the tape, even after it finally broke beyond repair. It reminds her of Osamu’s father, who she met that summer in Cali

he was another exchange student from Japan. They had a summer fling and inevitably said their goodbyes when the summer was over and he had to fly back home.

They ended up bumping into each other a year after she moved back - and fate has been a big theme for the Miya’s ever since. 

Osamu has always felt a little funny about it - it feels too convenient, and he doesn’t like the idea of not being in control of his own path.

He thought your ugly rice balls were disgusting, obviously, and he was sure to eat his own after the first one lmao

A/n - when you haven’t updated in so long you have to look at past chapters to remember how you formatted 😭. BUT ITS FINALLY DONEEEE, this chapter KICKED my ass oh my god but it feels so good to be finished and we’re finally moving into new territory~ I’m very excited for the next few chapters!! I hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter, please don’t be afraid to shoot me messages if you have questions!! I have a LOT of behind the scenes content that doesn’t make it into the fic sometimes and I’m always eager to share 🤩✨💛

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[trulycevans]

the first date

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Warnings: drunken antics, and some swearing

Summary: anon requested

“how about chris x reader where they agree to go on a first date to see a football game and she shows up wearing a jersey of the other team🥺🥺😂😂and chris is shocked, not realizing that she might be a fan of the other team but his shock quickly changes to adoration bc she is cute in her cap and a little too big shirt🥺😂”

Words: 1.7k

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

[A/N i don’t know much about american football as i’m from the uk so i’ve had to use google a lot for this, if anything is factually wrong then pls dont hate me]

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R I N G. Your phone blared in your pocket as you pulled up outside of the busy sports bar. Upon seeing the bustling street filled with drunk fans you silently questioned why you’d offered to pick your cousin and his friends up. You answered the call through your car’s handsfree as you found a parking space. “Heeeey [Y/N],” Your cousins slurred words spoke through the line. 

“Hi bud, I’ve just parked up, are you outside?” You questioned putting your car into park and relaxing slightly. 

“No, we’re just having one more drink, can you come in?” He hiccuped on the other end of the line. “You know I have work tomorrow right?” You questioned him and he giggled. “Yeah, but you’d do anything for me right? I mean we’re practically siblings,” You rolled your eyes as you turned your car off and put the phone to your ear. 

“Fine, I’m coming in. Where are you?” He directed you to a table at the back of the bar, and you shuffled through the crowds of football supporters in vibrantly coloured jerseys and scarves. You finally managed to find your cousin who gave you a large hug on arrival. “There she is!” He grinned, “My big cousin!” He exclaimed, swaying you both from side to side. “Hi bud,” You smiled pulling the blue Indianapolis Colts baseball cap from his head and putting it onto your own head. “Did they win?” You questioned, as you pulled away from his embrace, muttering hellos to his drunk friends as you sat on a bar stool next to them. A chorus of ‘yeah’’s followed your question. 

“I’m gonna go and buy the next round, what do you want?” Your cousin asked, attempting to stand up but stumbling as he did almost knocking into another person at a neighbouring table. You mumbled an apology to the group and helped your cousin to steady himself. “Bud, the likelihood of you getting served anything else is slim to none right now. I’ll go and buy you something. Just sit down.” He placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek, “You’re the best cousin ever you know?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You owe me, bud” You chuckled before heading over to the bar to order more drinks. You waited patiently to be served feeling sorry for the poor bartenders having to work that shift. 

“You don’t strike me as a Colts fan,” You heard a voice beside you, you turned your head to see one of the men from the neighbouring table leaning against the bar. It was only now when you actually had a chance to look at him that you realised how attractive he was. His brunette hair poking out from underneath a black NASA cap, a trimmed beard framing his face, and sparkling blue eyes dancing over your face as you looked at him. 

“Oh I’m not,” You blushed subconsciously reaching up to touch the hat you’d stolen from your cousin. “I’ve just come to pick up my cousin, he’s the Colts fan” You explained, and he nodded. “Ah so that’s your cousin back there?” He questioned, both of your eyes scanning the table where your cousin was swaying drunkenly in his chair, eyes closed and a cheesy grin plastered on his face. 

“Unfortunately yes,” You laughed, “We’ve always been close, but never agreed on the team we should support, it’s been a consistent argument over our childhoods.” The bartender finally reached you asking you what you wanted, and as you opened your mouth to order the man next to you interrupted. “Let me get this. I insist.” He smiled. 

“The man insisted,” the bartender shrugged at you. “Uh ok... three Budweisers and just a Diet Coke... You sure you wanna pay?” You asked the man as the bartender reached into the fridge behind him for the drinks. “Yeah, just come and sit with us for a little while at least, bring your cousin and his friends too.” You nodded at his words. 

“I’m Chris by the way,” holding out his hand for you to shake. “[Y/N]” You responded by taking his hand into yours.

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Sitting with Chris and his friends had caused you to stay at the bar way longer than you had planned, your eyes widened as you peered at your watch some hours later. “Shit, we’ve gotta get going. I've gotta be up for work in five hours.” You downed the last of your drink and tapped your cousin who had dozed off on your shoulder. 

“He’s not waking up any time soon, [Y/N].” One of his friends laughed, “He’s impossible when he’s like this.”

“Need some help getting him to your car?” Chris questioned, a wave of relief passing over you at his offer. “That’d be so amazing, thank you.” The pair of you stood up and a chorus of farewells were exchanged between you and Chris’ friends. You and Chris hauled your cousin up from the chair and carried him out, one of his arms on each of your shoulders. Approaching your car you cursed at the big yellow ticket that was slapped under your windscreen wiper.

“Shit! I forgot this was short stay parking only,” Leaning over to pick up the ticket from your window, struggling however as your cousin's weight crippled you. 

“I feel like this is partially my fault,” Chris stated apologetically as he hauled your cousin into the backseat of your car and stepped to the side so you could manoeuvre the sleeping man into a comfortable position. 

“No, I should have remembered to move my car...” You sighed, “I should have paid more attention to the time. 

“If I hadn't invited you to our table though you’d be home by now. Let me make it up to you?” He kept his gaze on your back as you strapped your cousin into the seatbelt.

“Make it up to me how?” You questioned, standing back to shut the door, glancing at him quickly. 

“Well I have tickets to the Patriots v Eagles game if you wanted to come with me?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously causing you to smile.

“Like a date?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I mean it doesn’t need to be a date, but it can if you want it to be?” His flustered demeanour was extremely endearing and part of you was wondering how he was even single when he looked that good. 

“I’d like to go on a date with you Chris” You ran a hand through your hair, 

“Great, can I get your number then?” He asked and you obliged, passing your phone over to him so he could stamp his digits into it. You heard a groan in the backseat of your car, causing the two of you to laugh. “I’d better get him home before he pukes in the back of my car, it’s just been valeted.” You tiptoed to press a light kiss to the cheek of the taller man, being close enough to smell the mixture of beer and sandalwood that radiated from him. “I’ll text you,” You whispered. 

“You’d better” He grinned cheekily at you. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

chris 🤍: I’m just leaving my house now, see you soon X

You grinned foolishly down at your phone as you read the text message. Peering in the mirror you straightened the Eagles baseball cap on your head and tugged at the slightly oversized jersey. Ever since that evening at the bar you’d been texting Chris non-stop, even FaceTiming a couple of times where you’d met his dog, Dodger, and he’d had the chance to talk to your cousin now that he was sober. 

A knock at the door had you racing through your apartment only to hear your cousin get there first. 

“No. Freaking. Way!” He exclaimed, causing your eyebrows to furrow together, when finally reaching the door your confusion was replaced with dread as you gazed at his blue Patriots hoodie and the NASA hat you recognised from the bar. 

“You’re an Eagles fan?” His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he looked at the turquoise jersey. 

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it” Your cousin winked, patting your shoulder in mock comfort as he passed, “Good luck” He whispered, loudly enough for Chris to hear. 

“I guess I should have checked what side of the stands we were sitting in,” You nervously laughed, folding your arms over your chest. You watched his expression soften and he reached his hand up to move your arms away from your chest, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“Well,” He hesitated. “As disappointed as I am that you’re not a Patriots fan, you do look incredibly cute in that get up.” You flushed a bright shade of red at his words as his eyes scanned your body, “Come on give me a spin” He teased, using your intertwined fingers to spin you around slowly. 

“Chris, don’t be mean!” You pouted as you were facing him, and he laughed, his eyes scrunching closed.

“I’m not being mean... But that jersey is drowning you-” You playfully smacked his chest. “I do have some Patriots clothes in the trunk of my car if you’d prefer to not get heckled in our seats?” 

“That sounds like a good idea,” You sighed, taking the cap off your head and throwing it on the side table by your door. You shouted goodbye to your cousin and walked hand in hand out to Chris’ car wear you exchanged an Eagles jersey for a Patriots one. “You have a personalised jersey?” You giggled, looking at the EVANS emblazoned on the back.

“Don’t tease, football is kinda my life.” He grinned as you pulled on the jersey. You fixed your hair in the reflection of his rear windows, feeling Chris’ eyes studying you carefully.

“I didn’t think you could get any cuter, but you definitely suit blue more than green.” 

“You’re walking a fine line here, Evans. Shut up and get in the car before I change my mind” You playfully rolled your eyes, sauntering over to the passenger side of the car.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[isis-astarte-diana]

On Your Toes

Summary: “You told me you were bored, so I gave you something to do.” Missy can always find a way to keep her companion busy.

Warnings: NSFW. MIHOW. Dark!Missy. Serious predicament bondage, featuring stress positions and the threat of bodily harm. (It’s foot trauma). Anal, but, like, not particularly explicit. Absolutely terrible BDSM etiquette - realistically, this is just straight-up torture. Missy is... really unpleasant. The way we love her best.

Word Count: 2067

NB: Sat down to write this thinking “aha, yes, the ornamental bondage concept. Nice, wholesome stuff. We all love that,” and then... well... this happened instead. I think it fits quite nicely into the New Toy universe.

It’s cold in this part of the TARDIS.

The engines are drowned out by the low hiss of an air conditioning system, and this, in turn, is swallowed in the whir of the servers that surround you. Row upon row of shelves stretch to the high ceiling, glowing with blue light, the impossible dimensions of the room containing only a fraction of a fraction of the ship’s central computing hardware. The vast monitor in front of you indicates that the temperature is in its ideal range; somewhere above refrigeration, but certainly lower than would ever be comfortable for a human in your state of undress.

Still, you’re sweating.

Your hair is plastered to your forehead with it, rapidly cooling trails of perspiration trickling down your neck, your sides, the backs of your trembling legs. Another full-body shiver makes your knees quake and you falter, losing your balance, dropping silently from your tiptoes to stand flat footed on the smooth tiles.

“Heels up.”

Missy doesn’t look up from her work at the control panel. She has her back to you, her dark head bowed, quick fingers flitting between a set of keys and dials and a touchscreen display. She had explained what she was doing, and you had made a valiant effort to listen, but that was hours ago, or so it seems. The technical jargon you’d tried so hard to keep track of has been pushed from your mind by far more urgent physical sensations.

The plug isn’t overly large - perhaps, at its broadest, just thicker than two of her slender fingers - but it’s certainly too much to ignore. Though inaudible over the other machinery of the server room its vibrations are powerful and, more than this, variable. If there is any pattern to the change in pitch, you have yet to determine it; and you have been thinking of little else for quite some time.

“Missy,” you attempt weakly, making no effort to conceal the chatter of your teeth. “Please, I-“ The words turn into an unsteady whine to match the abrupt increase in speed of the pulsing toy inside you. Your thighs try to press closer together, if not for stability then at least to soothe the impossible sensitivity of the slick flesh between them. The bar that keeps your ankles spread wide offers no such relief.

“Lift your heels,” she repeats, sharper this time. “And hush.”

Gritting your teeth against the cramping in your calves, you obey.

Behind your back, you hold tighter to yourself, each forearm clasped in the opposite hand and bound that way so that your shoulders are drawn backwards. Your chest is forced up and out by the position, leaving your naked breasts vulnerable in the cold air, nipples painfully stiff and throbbing from the chill. As the vibrations slow once more, your breaths come easier again.

The effect, unfortunately, is two-fold; with fewer distractions, your attention is once more concentrated on the strain of your position. Tension is beginning to set in at the base of your spine, the arches of your feet, even the core muscles in your abdomen, everything below the waist protesting at being made to hold you up like this. Tremors pluck once more at the tendons in your calves. You withstand them for as long as you can, teeth sinking sharply into your chapped bottom lip, until another wave of sensation from the plug as it kicks up to full speed for an instant has you landing hard on your heels, yelping so loudly that Missy actually startles at the noise.

The server room is not quiet, but it is very suddenly as still as a tomb.

You watch as she slowly lifts her head, rolling her neck, stretching languidly as if to emphasise your inability to do the same. When she rises to her feet you almost whimper. Being ignored is a torture in and of itself, but having captured her attention is no comfort. She does not face you, moving instead to one of the shelves nearest the control panel, one that houses gutted hardware and its components. Her fingers plunge into the innards of a half-disassembled server. Impossibly, the sight makes you shudder. From here she withdraws something in a closed fist.

“It’s a fairly simple instruction, isn’t it?”

Her voice is cooler than the spinning fans above you and hums with far more power.

“I mean - stand on your tiptoes. It’s four words. Not even particularly long words, either.” At this, she finally turns on her heels, her smile bright and broad and utterly mirthless. “You can manage to keep track of four words, can’t you?”

You nod emphatically, the movement made jerky by the shivering you cannot stop. She raises an expectant brow.

“And yet, there you are. Not standing on your tiptoes.”

The haste with which you rock up onto the balls of your feet when she begins to approach almost costs you your balance. You waver there for a moment, close to falling back on your heels again, even closer to sprawling face down on the hard ground. With your arms bound behind you, you would have no hope of shielding your face from the impact; your nose, already sore from the cold, throbs at the thought. A strangled whimper works its way through your trembling lips.

Missy narrows her eyes. In the low blue light her features are sharpened, shadows darkening under every curve and arch of bone with the angle at which she tilts her head. “You told me you were bored.”

You shrink, not only from her tone, but also from the memory of your own impertinence. At the time - curled up on the tiled floor at her feet, left with nothing to occupy your restless mind or hands and scolded every time you dared to fidget - you had hoped that she would let you assist her, even if only with a trivial task, or at least set you some busywork to spare you from having to sit still and silent in the cold.

“You told me you were bored, so I gave you something to do.” She takes hold of your jaw with icy fingers just as the thrumming of the toy kicks up a degree. Your hoarse gasp is due, in part, to both. “I went to all this trouble and you keep disobeying me.”

“Missy, I- I can’t...” Spasms shoot up the backs of your legs, settling in your abdomen, shortening your breaths as you speak through a grimace. “I didn’t mean- I wasn’t-” It’s impossible to straighten out the words behind your quivering jaw. “I’m really trying.”

“You certainly are, dear.” Her thumb curls under your chin, her palm slowly moving to cup your cheek now. She bares her teeth. “Consider my patience tried.”

The slap catches you off guard. Its sting is only aggravated by the chill of her skin, and of yours, so that the pain is sharp as frostbite. Your heels meet the ground again as you struggle to steady yourself. The shifting of your weight brings relief, but this is smothered by the knowledge that you have, once more, failed to follow her instructions.

“I’m sorry!” With your face turned down towards your shoulder and your eyes clamped shut against the welling tears, you try fruitlessly to rise back onto your toes. Though the balls of your feet burn with the effort, your legs are too shaky, your knees too weak. You cannot seem to settle into a balanced position. All the while, the shifting of the plug inside of you is torturous, its constant vibrations irritating your nerves and flooding you with scalding arousal that cools on your parted thighs. “I’m sorry, Mistress, I- please-”

Her knuckles brush against the blazing skin of your cheek and you flinch from the touch. “Oh, it’s alright, poor love.” With a sympathetic click of her tongue, she coaxes your eyes back to hers and gives you a pitying look. “Now, I know how you humans can struggle with these things, so I don’t mind giving you some help, just this once.”

She shows you her other hand and finally loosens her fist to reveal the spoils of her earlier search. Your cry of alarm hones her lips into a knife-edged grin.

“I’ll do better!” The words are too loud in the close quarters, ragged with unsteady breaths as your wide eyes flit between her face and the pair of inch-long screws resting in her open palm. “I will, I promise, I-” Again, your voice is robbed by a sudden and brief change in the pitch of the maddening vibrations.

“Well, if you’re going to do better, then you won’t mind this at all, will you?” Missy presses the sole of her boot down lightly on the toes of your right foot, cool and smooth and with no weight behind it. “Stand on your tiptoes.”

You shake your head, teeth clenching to stop the chatter there, tears turning cold as they begin to escape at last. She pushes harder, the touch growing uncomfortable, still wavering just this side of pain.

“On your toes,” she repeats, her smile flickering with the threat of a snarl, “or I will break them for you.”

For the barest of moments you try to weigh up the impossible choice - obey, and feel the pointed tip of the screw beneath your raised heel; disobey, and test the sincerity of her words - until the bones of your toes grind painfully between boot and tile and the far more present peril wins out. With a choked gasp you lift yourself once more onto the balls of your feet.

Her voice lowers to a stage whisper and she gives you an exaggerated wink. “Good choice.”

You twist your head at an awkward angle to watch her moving behind you, but this threatens your balance and you quickly correct your posture again. As she sinks to the ground, her fingernails carve a stinging path down the back of your left calf, following the curve of cramping muscle from knee to elevated heel. You jerk under the touch, but cannot escape it without falling.

“If I were you,” she begins, with a faint stirring of amusement, “I would think very carefully about which foot I favoured.” To emphasise her meaning, she pricks the arch of your foot with the screw. You squeak pitifully.

“Please, Mistress.” You cast your blurry eyes to the ceiling, trying not to shift your weight when she repeats the motion on your other foot. Your thighs quake beneath you, cold and strain and horror all taking their toll. “I’m sorry, I- I was rude-”

“You were bored.” She drags her nails up your right leg when she straightens up and leans in to show you her indulgent smile. “And now you’re not. You’re welcome, dear.”

Missy returns to the control panel without a second glance. Your babbling protests fall on deaf ears as she sits back down, swirling her fingers across the touchscreen. It takes only moments for the futility of your efforts to sink in. Despite her earlier impatience with your complaints, she seems entirely impassive to them now.

Fighting every screaming nerve in your body, you bow your head and try to concentrate.

The most tentative of attempts at shuffling forwards is quickly thwarted; with your ankles bound this far apart and your arms restrained behind you, you have no hope of shifting away from the threat underfoot without your forehead meeting the tiles. Through harsh and wavering breaths you are forced to accept the dawning realisation that your balance is tentative, your muscles are fatigued, and it is only a matter of time until you fall one way or the other.

“Missy!” Her name is a panicked sob. Your feet are beginning to cramp and you shrink in on yourself, clawing at your forearms, seeking stability that you cannot find. In your anguish, your muscles draw tighter around the plug, drawing your attention once more to the unpredictable nature of its constant pulsing. “I can’t stay like this!”

She turns to look at you over her shoulder, her expression one of arch disinterest. “Well, you can put your heels down if you like, poppet.” Her eyes crinkle at the corners with her smile. “But you’ll only do it once.”

Unseen, she slips a hand into her pocket and deposits the two screws inside.

[the-pen-and-the-stethoscope]

So while Six of Crows has been on my to read list for a while now when I saw that Shadow and Bone was coming to Netflix and realized they were all part of the same little universe I was like *rolls up sleeves* K guess it’s time to read five books in one month to prepare for this new series drop. (special shout out to @darklesmylove​ because it’s mostly your blog posts that convinced me I had to read this series...I give you this as a gift...) 

And now I present to you (in the order which I read them) the events in the Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows books that made me go ABSOLUTELY FERAL (wow there’s a lot more of these than I thought there were). 

- “The problem with wanting,” he whispered, his mouth trailing along my jaw until it hovered over my lips, “is that it makes us weak.” (unfortunately the last time I was seduced by the Darkling - NEVER AGAIN BAD SIR! But this was fucking hot) 

- THE. FIGHT. OVER. THE. STAG. (Just...Alina not killing it, the Darkling is here, now he’s going to kill it. NOW ALINA IS IN FRONT OF THE STAG SAVING IT. NOW SHE WANTS MAL TO SACRIFICE HER. NOW THE COLLAR IS AROUND HER NECK AND NOW SHE’S UNDER HIS POWER AHHHHH) Bonus: “Shhhh. Quiet now, or I will let Ivan kill him. Slowly.” 

- When Alina figures out the dream and TAKES THE POWER BACK!!! (yaaaaasss queen!)

- When the Darkling finds Alina and Mal in Cofton and that whole fight scene and her getting bit and then I had to WAIT UNTIL THE REST OF THE BOOKS CAME IN THE MAIL

- “From what I know of the Ice Court, whoever stole my DeKappel is exactly who I need for this job.” “Then you’d be better off hiring him. Or her.” “Indeed. But I’ll have to settle for you.” (I’m 50 pages in and in love with Kaz Bekker, someone help me) 

- “Not just yet, Inej.” The rasp of stone on stone. Her eyes flew open. Kaz. (ugh my cold cold heart is awake and beats only for them!) 

- Because I’ve been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days. (literally like......)

- When Jordie and Kaz get tricked. (I mean all of Kaz’s back story but that was...ugh..........)

- It was because she was listening so closely that she knew the exact moment when Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the bastard of the Barrel and the deadliest boy in Ketterdam, fainted. 

- When Nina runs into the guards and the alarm goes off and I realize that I’m an idiot and OBVIOUSLY THINGS WERE GOING TO GO WRONG. 

- WHEN INEJ TOUCHES KAZ’S FACE. His eyes were nearly black, the pupils dilated. She could see it took every last bit of his terrible will for him to remain still beneath her touch. And yet, he did not pull away. She knew it was the best he could offer. It was not enough. 

- He slammed his fist against the window. “Do not speak my name.” Then he smiled, a smile as cold and unforgiving as the northern sea. “Welcome to the Ice Court, Nina Zenik. Now our debt is paid.” (like FUCK MATTHIAS GOT ME TOO. WHAT A GOOD ACT!)

- I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept from this oath. It was the vow of the druskelle to Fjerda. And now it was Matthias’ promise to her. (OMGGGGGG) 

- “This is going to sting a bit,” said the druskelle holding the whip. His voice was rasping, familiar. His hands were gloved. “But if we live, you’ll thank me later.” His hood slid off, and Kaz Brekker looked back at them. 

- The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbor wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world. (YEAH OKAY. AND THIS IS HIS LAST THOUGHT BEFORE DROWNING.) 

- WHEN THEY STEAL THE TANK. THE TANK. AND THEN DRIVE IT THROUGH THE FUCKING TOWN. 

- Nina on parem. 

- “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.” (SCREEAAAAMS. BANGS HAND AGAINST BOOK. DIES.) 

- “Kaz knew the instant he made his mistake...in that moment of threat, when he should have thought only of the fight, he looked at Inej.” (asdlfkasgkjasglk;sdfjl) 

- I’m going to get my money, Kaz vowed. And I’m going to get my girl. (YEAH BITCH!) 

- When Alina first sees the Darkling while they are traveling the fold (I froze, I read it like four times, I couldn’t believe what was happening)

- When Mal suggests they go to that stupid party and then Alina actually agrees (I literally was like...well something bad is going to happen and I hate it here) 

- When the Darkling shows up after Alina and Mal kiss. “Another otkazat’sya, Alina?” the Darkling mocked. (sdflkajd) 

- “I can’t decide if you’re an idiot, or an idiot.” (ugh Nikolai, marry me) 

- two pages later: “You’re a spectacular actor,” I said drily. “Do you think so?” he asked. Then he leaned in and whispered, “I’m doing ‘humble’ right now.” (FUCK ME)

- “I want to kiss you,” Nikolai said. “But I won’t. Not until you’re thinking of me instead of trying to forget him.” (Am I the only one who found this cute??? Why did Alina get upset??? Do I have Nikolai-colored goggles on??? Maybe...) 

- When the Darkling came to Alina in her sleep and then PRETENDED TO BE MAL SO HE COULD HAVE HIS WAY WITH HER?!?!?!?!?! (ahhhhhhhhhh) “I missed you too, Alina.” That voice. Cool and smooth as glass. (AHHHHH)

- Nikolai stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the parquet floor. “When did you lift the blockades? How long have the roads been open?” (LSDAKLFSDLFDKASLDKLSKLKLL) 

- “Not bad looking?” said another voice. “He’s damnably handsome.” Luchenko scowled. “Since when - “ “Brave in battle, smart as a whip.” Now the voice seemed to be coming from above us. Luchenko craned his neck, peering into the trees. “An excellent dancer,” said the voice. “Oh, and an even better shot.” (And then I damn near died.) 

- There’s a whole three pages (that I will not re-type here) after they arrive at the Spinning Wheel of Nikolai just being *chef’s kiss* flawless. Some great lines include: “Everyone needs a hobby.” “I thought yours was preening.” “Two hobbies.” “Should I be offended that he doesn’t want to dine with us? I set an excellent table, and I rarely drool.” “What a filthy mind you have. I was referring to puzzles and the perusal of edifying texts.” “Last chance to run.” 

- “Alina, I’ll be back to fetch you for dinner, but should you grow restless, do feel free to run screaming from the room or take a dagger to her. Whatever seems most fitting at the time.” (asldjkasl;dkfs;lkd NIKOLAI) 

- Okay gunna skip ahead - you can assume any time Nikolai said anything I screamed. 

- Nikolia’s second proposal (THE EMERALD!!! JUST HOW HE PUTS IT ON TOP OF THE WALL) 

- Nikolai’s third proposal. Nikolai’s skin was warm, his grip gentle. I’d wondered if I would ever feel something so simple again or if the power in me would just keep jumping and crackling. (THIS is why he is perfect for her - no jolt of electricity, just warmth and comfort!!!) 

- SERGEI!!!!

- When Nikolai gets fucking taken over by a nichevo’ya (I HATE EVERYONE)

- When Baghra sacrifices herself 

- When we finally FINALLY find out what makes Mal so special (I mean....his tracking was OTHERWORLDLY I can’t believe people weren’t more fucking freaked out by him) 

- “The Darkling marched on Keramzin.” (Literally screamed: “MY HEART HURTS.” I was crying. I nearly threw the book down. “BUT THE CHILDREN!” I say with my fists in the air. I am become a blade.) 

- Nikolai visiting Alina while he is the monster and trying to make himself better (ahhhhh tears!!! THE EMERALD!!!) The words died on my lips. Nikolai turned my palm over and slid the ring onto my finger. (FUUUUCK. PAAAAIN.) 

- When Nikolai comes back and FIGHTS FOR THEM IN THE FOLD!!!! HE MAY BE A MONSTER BUT HE IS NOT THE DARKLING’S MONSTER, BITCH!! 

- “Please,” I sobbed. “Bring him back to me.” (lkadsflkj this was actually devastating even though I’m not a huge Mal fan)

- “We need more light,” he said. A choked laugh escaped me. I held up my hands, pleading with the light and with any Saint who had ever lived. it was no good. (UGHHHH. MORE PAIN.) 

- Tamar sobbed. Toyla swore. And there it was again: the thready, miraculous sound of Mal drawing breath. (and also the first time I breathed for an entire chapter!) 

- “Alina,” he said and kissed the scar on my palm, “I remember everything.” (Literally the last like twenty pages of this book I just gave up and was like actually Mal is adorable and I need to protect him at all costs.) 

- “Really I just wanted to look at the words.” (ughhhhh) 

- Once a man arrived with a fleet of toy boats that the children launched on the creek in a miniature regatta. The teachers noted that the stranger was young and handsome, with golden hair and hazel eyes, but most definitely off. He stayed late to dinner and never once removed his gloves. (NIKOLAI SIGHTING IN THE EPILOGUE MY HEART GOES ON)

- When Van Eck thinks Kaz is coming to get Inej and then he tells Inej and then she is WILLING HIM to not show up and then it is revealed he wasn’t there all along (BOOM BITCH THAT’S HOW KAZ BREKKER FUCKING WORKS.)

- “Those were my mother’s favorite flower.” 

- “Why the net, Kaz?” I couldn’t bear to watch you fall. (POETRY OKAY?)

- Jesper and Wylan going to see Wylan’s mother and just fucking everything about that chapter. 

- When Inej almost FALLS INTO THE FUCKING SILO AND IT’S THE END OF THE GD CHAPTER 

- “Pick up the pace,” Kaz said, eyeing his watch. “If I spill a single drop of this, it will burn straight through the floor onto my father’s dinner guests.” “Take your time.” 

- “We’ll fight our way out together,” Inej whispered. Nina glanced from Inej to Kaz and saw they both wore the same expression. Nina new that look. It came after the shipwreck, when the tide moved against you and the sky had gone dar. It was the first sight of land, the hope of shelter and even salvation that might await you on a distant shore. (AHHHHHH) 

- Wylan’s first thought was that this boy had the most perfectly shaped lips he’d ever seen. His second was that his father had sent someone new to kill him. (Wylan you are so adorable it’s adorable) 

- Inej was moving before she thought of it. She couldn’t just watch him die, she wouldn’t. They had him down now, heavy boots kicking and stomping at his body. her knives were in her hands. She’d kill them all. She’d pile the bodies to the rafters for the stadwatch to find. But in that moment, through the wide slats in the banister landing, she saw his eyes were open. His gaze found hers. He’d known she was there all along. Of course he had. He always kew how to find her. He age the barest shake of his bloodied head. (THESE TWO!!)

- “My leg! My leg!” “I recommend a cane,” Kaz said. (cackling) 

- When Sturmhond (aka Nikolai ***swoons***) showed up in Crooked Kingdom. (What actually happened: me reading a description of a “fox-like” man with Genya and Zoya and screaming and saying to myself “OMG WHEN I TURN THE PAGE IT WILL CONFIRM THAT NIKOLAI IS IN THE BUILDING I CAN’T” (did I mention I’m in love with him??? already??? k))

- When Jesper and Wylan FINALLY kiss FOR REAL (this was a big chapter for me) This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. it was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart - or was it Wylan’s? - like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh. 

- CHAPTER 33 - just everything, everything about the reveals in this chapter. The money being funneled to the Shu, not being able to trace even the RANSOM NOTE back to Kaz. WYLAN SHOWING UP!!!! “ARE YOU SURE THEY WERE PEKKA’S MEN?” !!!!!!!!

- “Do something,” Matthias growled at Kaz. “This is about to turn ugly.” Kaz’s face was as impassive as always. “Do you think so?” (bahahahahaha) 

- Nina’s just complete glee over the chaos she creates!!! “She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.” 

- Jesper using his fucking power!!!!!! 

- She stared up at him. He was going to miss that look of surprise. (HE’S GOING TO LET HER GO. HE KNOWS HE IS GOING TO LET HER GO.)

- KAZ’S PLAN BECOMING CLEAR IN IT’S BRILLIANCE AS EACH CHAPTER GOES BY. 

- Inej frowned. “I thought you and Nina chose four outbreak sites on the Staves.” Kaz straightened his cuffs. “I also had her stop at the Menagerie.” She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again. (AHHHHHHHHHHHHH) 

- “A sedative,” said the medik. “Is that safe for a pregnant woman?” “For me.��� (This is just FLAWLESS in its depiction of people who don’t do OB care regularly.)

- Matthias saw the anger there, the rage. He knew it well. But he was still surprised when he heard the shot. (NOOOOOOOO!!!) 

- “Has she at least done it before?” said Kaz. “For this purpose?” asked Sturmhond. “I’ve seen her do it twice. It worked splendidly. Once.” (NIKOLAI I BEG YOU!) 

- When Matthias DIES?!??! (I’M SORRY WHO LET THIS HAPPEN??)

- “You will meet him again in the next life,” said Inej. “But only if you suffer this now.” 

- Wylan getting all of his father’s money because KAZ HAS BEEN PLANNING THIS ALL ALONG??!

- Jesper leaned in and said, quietly enough that no one else could hear, “I can read to him.” (alksdflk;jasfl;jkd that was hot) 

- “Well hopefully the medik will be here to fix my ribs soon,” he said as he headed back into the parlor. “Yeah?” “Yes,” said Wylan, glancing briefly over his shoulder, his cheeks now red as cherries. “I’d like to make a down payment.” (OMG WYLAN?!?!?! IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!?! IS THIS ALLOWED?!?!)

- At some point, Jesper realized Kaz was gone. “Not one for goodbyes, is he?” he muttered. “He doesn’t say goodbye,” Inej said. She kept her eyes on the lights of the canal. Somewhere in the garden, a night bird began to sing. “He just lets go.” (TEARS.)

- She felt his knuckles slide against hers. Then his hand was in her hand, his palm was pressed against her own. A tremor moved through him. Slowly, he let their fingers entwine. (I gasped so loud i literally woke my cat up from a deep sleep.)

- “Wait,” he said. The burn of his voice was rougher than usual. “Is my tie straight?” Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair. “That’s the laugh,” he murmured. (THAT’S THE LAUGH. THAT’S THE LAUGH. AHHHHH) 

Okay done. Gunna go stare at the ceiling until tomorrow night/whenever I finally get King of Scars and Rule of Wolves in the mail (BECAUSE YOU KNOW MY SORRY ASS IS DYING AT THE THOUGHT OF TWO BOOKS ALL ABOUT NIKOLAI) 

[lilacyennefer]

Just Can't Get Enough

Anon asked: hello! i’m a huge fan of your writing and i was wondering if you could write another dirty king arthur fanfic please??💖

A/N: Thank you so so much! I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always appreciated. 

TW:SMUT, language

“Art?” You call for Arthur when you step into the chambers that you share with him. It’s been a year since he defeated Vortigern and became a King, and it’s been 8 months since the two of you got married. 

Your story with Arthur started way before he pulled the sword out of the stone, you met with him when you were teenagers. You started out as friends, but eventually the two of you fell in love. So here you are now, being Arthur’s wife and his Queen, and the Queen of England. 

“I’m here.” He walks out of the bathroom area of your chambers and you smile when you see him, immediately running towards him. Arthur smiles at the view of you running towards him, he spreads his arms as you crush against his strong body in a hug. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to himself as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, smiling. You're together for many years now,  and your love and passion for each other only got deeper and deeper, and it wasn’t fading as people told you it would. 

“I’ve been looking for you.” You look up at him, still smiling.

“Well, I’m here now.” He whispers. 

“Yes, yes you are.” You brush your nose against his, both of you are still smiling at each other. 

“Why were you looking for me?” Arthur asks. You place your hands on his chest, running them over his pecs.

“I have a small problem and only my husband can take care of it.” You say teasingly. Arthur raises his eyebrows and he pulls you closer by your hips. 

“Is that so?” He leans his face incredibly close to yours “And what is that?” 

“I have an ache between my legs and only you can handle that.” You grab his face between your hands and pull him even closer. Arthur groaned from your words and smashed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. 

“You.” He shakes his head “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.” Arthur says and pushes you closer to the bed, and he stops when you reach the edge. His face is dangerously close again, so close that he brushes his lips against yours as he asks:

“And where is that ache exactly?” you take one of his hands and guide them between your legs, you can feel his fingers close to your core.

“Right here.” you purred. Arthur slowly sank down to his knees in front of you, his eyes never left yours. He lifted your skirt and ran his hands over your legs, making you shiver from his touch. With his eyes still locked with yours, he leans forward and places a kiss on the side of your knee.

“Here?” his lips are still touching your skin and as he spoke, his cold breath over your heated, wet skin gave you goosebumps. 

You shake your head and swallow hard.”A bit more upwards.” you breathed, and Arthur moves to place another kiss on your thigh. His tongue, barely, but it touched your skin, and the intoxicating feeling of Arthur’s beard and velvet tongue on your skin never failed to make you feel dizzy from the excitement. You sigh loudly and close your eyes for a second before you look back down to Arthur who’s watching your every little move eagerly, drinking in your pleasure. 

“Right here?” he asks again, and you shake your head, again, and lick your lips before you answer. 

“A little bit more.” you whispered, and Arthur moved, he laid several kisses on your thigh, until he was face to face with your wetness. He wasn’t touching you yet, he just breathed in your scent and he was waiting for your reaction.

“Right there, please.” you almost begged at this point, you were so turned on just by his simple touches. Arthur obligates and he runs his hot tongue over your wet slit with a long, and slow lick. You threw your head back with a loud moan, and you slipped your fingers into his blonde locks.

“So, right here?” Arthur teases, and you gently push his head closer to yourself.

“Yes, right there.” you moan. Arthur seeing how turned on you are, he decided to not tease you anymore, so he parted your lips and ran his tongue over your clit. Your body jerked from the sensation, and you moan his name. Arthur took one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, opening you up more for him and he immediately delved his tongue into your fleshy pink folds, his agile tongue lapping your wetness, and his soft lips sucking your clit and skin. Fire pooling low in your abdomen, and it gets stronger and stronger with every lick, every touch. Your legs start shaking from your orgams what’s getting closer, and Arthur takes your cheeks in his hands, pulling you closer to his face, but also holding you as he’s sucking and licking every part of you faster and a little bit stronger, so you can explode in his mouth. 

“Arthur!” you scream as your vision is fading black as an earth shattering orgams runs all over your body. 

You’re still drowning in your pleasure when you feel Arthur lifting you up and placing you down on the bed, crawling on the top of you to kiss you passionately on the mouth. You sigh into the kiss, enjoying the mix of yours and Arthur’s taste on your tongue. 

“Turn around.” Arthur groans. You turn and lay down on your stomach, your legs are hanging down to the floor. You look behind yourself to see Arthur unbuttoning his leather pants, what you are so fond of, freeing his throbbing, hard member what’s standing proudly. You run your tongue over your bottom lip from the view, but before you could move to kneel down in front of Art to suck him, he already moved behind you and lifted your skirt up. You wiggle your naked bottom to tease him a little, and his answering loud groan tells you what you deep down already suspected: this won’t be your usual, soft lovemaking. And the way how he grabbed your hips to pull you closer to himself confirmed this. Arthur stepped between your legs and pushed them further apart with his, meanwhile his hand is on his cock, moving up and down, squeezing lightly, just the way he likes it. You push your ass out to him even more, so now you’re spread wide open for him. You feel Arthur place his throbbing erection to your opening, and before he slid into you he said:

“Better grab those sheets, love.” and he slammed into you hard before you had the opportunity to do as he said. You let out a yelp from the sudden feeling of being so stretched out, and in this position it’s even more intense as his cock is directly hitting your g-spot. Arthur pulled out of you, leaving only his tip inside of you, and before he slammed into you heard you grabbed the sheets to try to keep yourself in place, and you needed it since Arthur slammed into you even harder than before.

“Oh God!” you moan, and hide your face in the white beddings under you, but Arthur is having none of that, and he takes a fistfull of your hair, pulling your head back. You’re completely at his mercy as his legs keeps yours spread, one of his hands is grabbing your hips, keeping you in place, and his other hand is in your hair, keeping your head in place. And he started to move inside of you, hard and fast, the sound of his hips slapping against yours and your moans and his groans fill the room as the two of you move together. With every thrust of his, yours meets, as you’re pushing your hips out to meet with his, moving together. 

“Oh god, just like that!!” you sob from the pleasure, and you grab the sheets so hard that your knuckles turn white. 

“You feel you fucking good around me.” Arhur groans, and you throb furiously around him. He moves his hand from your hips and hair, and he pulls you closer to himself, your back is pressing against his chest, his arms are wrapped around you, one under your breasts, and the other is around your shoulder, hugging you close. Arthur presses his face to yours while his hips are still crashing against yours in an eager rhythm, pushing both of you towards your pleasure. He keeps you pressed against himself, holding you up, and you’re grateful since you don’t know you could do the same from the intense pleasure you’re feeling. 

‘Arthur!” you whine, and you grab his forearm, digging your nails into his skin. He bites your neck hard, then licks the skin to sooth the bite mark.

“Art, please!” you sob again, you’re so close, so god damn close to cum. You don’t need to specify what you want, Arthur knows, so he slips a hand between your legs, finding your clit and massaging it. You open your mouth in a silent moan as you cum hard around him suddenly, your whole body is shaking from your orgasm. Arthur slowed down a bit, letting you ride your orgasm out and catch your breath, and while you did that, he placed soft kisses all over your face and shoulder.

“Lay back down.” he whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your skin. You, so lazily, layed back down on the bed, and Arthur started moving again, a lot more genty this time, knowing that you’re sensitive now from your orgasm. No matter how gentle he was, in this position his cock was still directly hitting your g-spot, making you shake in your whole body from the overstimulation. You know he’s close as he starts moving a little faster, you hide your face in the sheets and bite down. It didn’t take you long until you could feel the familiar burning feeling between your legs and you let out a whine.

“I think I’m gonna cum again.” you say desperately, Arthur just groaned and started moving faster. 

“Oh, god!!!” you cry as your third, and most intense orgasm ripped through you, taking Arthur with you as he spilled himself into you with a loud groan. He pulls out of you and crashes his body down on the bed, covered in sweat and breathing hard.

“You now.” he says after a while “You can come to me anytime with this problem, no matter what I’m doing.” 

“Hhmm, hopefully next time I’ll catch you around that round table of yours.” you kiss his shoulder lightly. “I wanted to do it on that table since I saw it.” 

“Deal.” Arthur groans and kisses you on the mouth.

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[discotenny]

Just Some Cuddles

Ranpo

Lol so it’s 1 am rn, and it’s the perfect time to impulsively begin a Ranpo oneshot. He’s probably hella OOC. I swear I’ll get requests out soon I just need motivation--

Have a Ranpo fic, takes place in quarantine, reader is a healthcare worker

Ranpo always had trouble sleeping without any lights. Even more so, Ranpo always had trouble sleeping without you. As he lay in bed awake and alone, he moved his head to take a glance at the clock on the bedside table.

1:02 AM

At this new knowledge, Ranpo groaned loudly and slammed his fists against the mattress. He laid on his back, and his eyes opened wide to stare at the ceiling fan moving above him. Cool air blew against the exposed portions of his skin, sometimes lifting his bangs into the air before bringing them back down. Staying up this late wasn’t unusual for him, in fact his sleep schedule was always more reckless than not.

The only difference between now and all the other times he would stay awake was simple:

You weren’t there.

With the chaos in the world, your work hours became sporadic and unpredictable. Not even your oh so wise boyfriend could tell when you would be called in for work. Tonight was one such night where you were especially unlucky. You had been called to take on a night shift at the ER, and with no intention of refusing a paycheck you had left Ranpo all alone.

And he hated it.

Though he knew the importance of your job, that never culled the loneliness and boredom that took your place whenever you left. He was stuck at home with nothing to do but solve the cases he was given from the Agency. But even those just added to his boredom, as no one was around to hear him brag about his successes. The only person who satisfied his need for attention these days was you.

In a move he may not be so proud of, he grabbed the pillow you often kept on your side of the bed and held it up to his face. Like a toddler throwing a tantrum, he began to fling his body all different ways in a futile attempt to drive you from his mind. No matter what, thoughts of you invaded.

Were you staying safe out there? When would you be done? When were you coming back to him? How long would he have to wait until he hold you in his arms and cuddle you until he fell asleep?

In his frustration, Ranpo ignored all signs of the outside world, only focused on whenever you would come back. Ironically, in the midst of his fit, Ranpo had missed your first arrival. He never noticed the apartment door creak open. He never noticed the bathroom door close shut. The sound of the running water coming from your shower remained ignored.

As you walked out in all your post sanitized glory, you had been greeted to the adorable sight of Ranpo curled around your pillow, a grumpy look present on his features. You knocked on the door frame,

“You alright babe?” As soon as the words left your mouth, Ranpo shot up from the bed and stared at you in awe.

With no words exchanged, your boyfriend walked over slowly to you and wrapped his arms around your form. While he wasn’t the tallest, he set his chin on your shoulder and began pulling you backwards into the bed.

Laughing, you attempted to push him away, still needing to tend to your wet hair. “Wait Ranpo I need to go dr—“

“Y/n pleasee,” he whined, pulling you closer to the bed. “I was waiting for you for hours and you want to leave me alone again?!”

While it took you a second to realize what he meant, guilt set in once you figured out that Ranpo had put off five hours of sleep to wait for your return. “Ah Ranpo, you honestly don’t have to wait for me to come back every night,” you allowed him to drag you into bed and he laid on top of you, arms around your chest tightly.

“Yes I do,” you could hear your boyfriend mutter, “I cant sleep without you around.”

With that he nuzzled himself deeper into your chest. It was a little hard to move, as Ranpo was practically clinging onto you like a koala on a tree. His body heat that contrasted with the fan hanging above was welcomed, and while his hair tickled your collar it was a small price to pay for the pureness of the event.

“How was your day Y/n?” Ranpo barely got the sentence out comprehensively due to his yawn. Now that he had his ultimate comfort person, he felt like he could finally sleep in peace. A hand moved from under you and you felt Ranpo’s slim fingers trace along the folds made by your shirt.

It took you a while to answer, and you laid there just soaking up the action and it’s inherent cuteness. After a few seconds of waiting, Ranpo had thought that you fell asleep. He only realized that that wasn’t the case once one of your hands made it up into his hair.

Running your fingers through it and scratching his scalp ever so lightly, you replied, “It was so stressful, you wouldn’t believe it.” Ranpo felt the vibrations of your chuckle from his position on your chest.

“There was one guy today that came in, totally bugged out of his mind, then when he...” As you rambled, the exhaustion in your voice only grew. And oddly enough, only added to his relaxation in the moment. 

He hummed quietly, tapping his fingers along your form. The soft skin and the silky fabric of your shirt created a nice difference in texture against the sight of the slightly bitten tips of his fingers. Both of you stared off into no particular direction and you stopped yourself in the middle of your story. You could only hear the buzzing of the fan, the loud noise drowning out every thing else. Ranpo in turn listened to the sound of your heartbeat, eyes closing with every second that passed.

You were here. You were with him. And he loved you more than anything else. Work, the virus, hell even the Agency, Ranpo wouldn’t let you go for the world. He needed you, and finally getting to hold you in his grasp felt like the best sweet in the world.

Ranpo’s hand then ceased movement, coming to a rest upon your stomach. Looking down as much as you could, you saw your boyfriend's mouth stay open as his breaths tickled your skin.

‘He’s asleep,’ you thought, a smile growing on your face as you leaned back down. The fan above still blew uncomfortable cold air against your arm, yet Ranpo unknowingly comforted you through his presence alone. As you continued to lightly rub your thumb against his scalp, a startling realization came to front.

Did you really have to fall asleep with wet hair now?

Aahhhh ending is kind of shitty sorry >.< I couldn’t come up with anything else haha, I hope you guys enjoy though. I’m gonna wake up, read this, and fycking cringe hehe

It’s turning late, so I will goodnight for now uwu. Stay safe and apologies for any future disappointment on my end<3

[imaginethatimaginethis]

party night 1

So.. what is this? Let me tell you. Parting with friends is fun and games until someone cries, I guess? This is kinda based on true events. Please enjoy this chaotic story with this chaotic group.

This is Part Numero Uno

Pairing: Well, Monsta X Partying With Reader.. Will Something Happen? Maybe? Who Knows?

Fixing your hair for the last time you grabbed your small bag and filled it with your keys and phone. You were excited to say the least. You usually only went out partying with your girls and met up with the guys later. It was the first time you went out alone with them. And that was nerve wrecking.

Their dorm was a 5-10 minutes walk away. Your shoes making noises as you walked down the street, which boosts your confidence a little as you took your time on your way. You looked good and you felt good. Obviously you needed more time than only 45 minutes but looking at that outcome a tap on your shoulder was of course necessary.

Being excited of going to the club with the guys you strolled your way down the street, seeing their house as you walked. Finally arriving at their dorm you walked the stairs up, the noise of your shoes now louder in the staircase. The door swung open once you started ringing their front door. A tired looking Shownu with glasses was standing at the door in his sweats. He looked good, you thought. Perfect boyfriend material right in front of you. His shoulders were board. His skin a light taint and his grey sweats were hanging low. Just like you he looked you up and down as he lifted his eyesbrow.

You grinned. “What up”

“Why do you look like that?” He stood still in front of you still mustering you from head to toe. It would have been creepy if he was a stranger. He bit his bottom lip looking back into your face.

“I- excuse me?”

He shook his head confused and blinked a few times realizing what just came out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry I, you look good wow” he said, letting you finally in and shutting the door once you walked past him. You turned around, back to looking at him and smiled, flicking your hair back.

“Thank y-“

“Holy Shit” you were about to thank that gorgeous looking man in front of you when you shrieked at that loud voice behind you. Changkyun dressed in a black shirt and ripped jeans standing in the hallway looking at you.

“Fuck..you scared me” your hand pressed against your chest looking at him. Changkyun just stared back at you.

“Wow who is that?” Wonho said coming to the hallway as well making his appearance noticed by applauding. He was wearing a tight white shirt with dark blue jeans. His black baseball cap was covering his pink hair.

“Excuse me? Do I really look that bad when I don’t look like that?” You huffed out, both your hands on your waist now.

“You always look beautiful but-“ Shownu started as you turned to him only for him to be cut of by Changkyun again.

“Right now you look extra hot.. holyyy” he fanned his face with his hand.

“Ew..” you huffed out. Wonho laughed at you rolling your eyes. Even though you were clearly grossed out by their compliments you loved every little bit of it. Of course you planned to look as good as possible with your choice of outfit. Showing every little detail of your body and letting the rest for the imagination. You were proud to say the least.

“Are you done getting ready?” You asked placing your purse on a table near the door as you walked past them to their living room. The men following right behind you. Placing yourself on their couch, you crossed your legs. All three men staring at you. You lifted both your eyebrows cocking a smile at them.

“Almost” Wonho said walking up to you and sitting beside you. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through whatever app he opened.

“Minhyuk is showering and Jooheon should be ready too soon” Changkyun grinned walking to you and taking a chair, placing it right in front of you and taking a seat on it.

“What is with you?” You asked giving his thigh a slap making Wonho look up.

“You just look bomb i don’t know what to tell you” he said again for the third time now making you laugh again.

“Stop it or Im leaving” you giggled out making his smile turn wider.

Few minutes past and you started to talk to Shownu for a little bit. He was clearly not in the mood to go out partying like the rest of you even though you really wanted him to come along.

“He’s wearing his glasses he won’t come out with you” Kihyun said smiling at you as he walked out of his room.

“By the way you look gorgeous” he yelled walking into the bathroom, disappearing. Walking back to the living room both Minhyuk and Jooheon were already starting to open the bottles to get ready to drink some shots before you made your way to the bars.

“Wait... who is that?” Jooheon yelled walking up to you to greet you, taking your hand in his and twirling you around.

“Look at that sexy human being” he said again taking a shot from his glass. You giggled as Jooheon turned you around once more.

“Here drink” Minhyuk yelled through his cup, taking it between his teeth while pouring you a full cup. Wonho handed you the filled cup as you drank it. The boys started clapping as you drowned the cup in one go, scrunching your face at the burning sensation in your throat.

“Are we taking a cap?” you grabbed another bottle and poured yourself and the other boys the next drinks looking up at them.

“Hyungwon is driving us” you snorted into your cup making Wonho laugh again.

“We forced him of course” Minhyuk said grinning and drowning the next cup down his throat.

“Where is he?” You asked just taking light sips from your drink. You didn’t want to black out just yet. The night was about to be a long one so you were here for a good one.

“I’m here, let’s go so I can go back to sleep” A very cuddly looking Hyungwon walked past the room to grab his keys. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol you drowned just minutes ago but you suddenly felt the urge to grab this man and give him the biggest and tightest hug ever. Hyungwons eyes shot up to look at you when you loudly whined his name.

“Hyungwonnie” His eyes narrowed as you walked up to him, grabbed his arm and pushed his body to yours, hugging him tightly. He didn’t move just staring bluntly at the other once.

“Are you drunk already?” He said while standing still and looking down at your head.

“No I just think you look cuddly” you said looking up at him grinning. Jooheons face turned to Changkyun who was frowning from his spot watching you. Coughing a little Changkyun walked past you hugging Hyungwon to open the door. It seems to look like someone did not enjoy the cutesy of the moment when he coughed again, making it clear for him that he wants to get going. Still not letting go Hyungwon then squeezed you back a little but pushed you off immediately, making you pout.

“Lets go please” Hyungwon said, tapping your shoulder, looking at Jooheon with his eyebrows up.

“How are we suppose to fit here? I thought we’re taking the bigger car?” You said, your arms folding in front of your chest. Hyungwons rolled his eyes at your comment as he got inside into the front seat.

“SHOT GUN” Jooheon yelled running past Minhyuk climbing into the passenger seat. You weren’t exactly sure on how exactly they wanted this to arrange but now you just were not carrying to the point where you just stayed silent until someone told you what to do.

“Get all in (Y/N) will sit on someone’s lap.” You glared at Hyungwon who was grinning to himself. Your hand snaked into the window slapping the back of his head.

“Ouch..” he rubbed his head as he looked at you. “I thought you liked me”

“Not anymore.”

“Well how else do you want to do it then?” He said looking back to the seats. You opened the door and taking a seat, looking at Changkyun who was standing at the car door.

“Come here” you tapped your thighs and looked at Changkyun who then got the hint.

“What? No!” In that moment, the car door on the other site opened as Wonho and Minhyuk pushed themselfs in, blocking the other seats.

“(Y/N) I will not sit on your lap”

“Oh my child, come on” you giggled as you grabbed his arm pushing him inside. He took a seat on your lap, clearly uncomfortable but secretly liking this. Closing the door Hyungwon turned the car on finally driving off.

“(Y/N) here take this” Minhyuk whispered as he gave you a small cup with brown liquor. You smelled the strong smell as you took it off his hand. With a swift motion you gulped the brown drink in one go coughing a bit at the burn in your throat.

“This will be fun” Wonho said watching you drown another small shot of the drink, winking at you.

[sephirotha]

Can you do one where Jaehee x zen are in the Cinderella story with glam being the stepmother, and echo and Sarah being the step sisters ?

“Kyungju, you need more colour in your cheeks,” Glam sighed as she pinched her younger daughter’s cheek and handed her some blush.

“Yes, mother!” Kyungju nodded as she turned to the vanity and began applying it.

“Sarah, curl your hair!”

“Eh?!” Glam’s older daughter looked aghast.  “But straight hair suits me so well!”

“Do as I say,” Glam snapped her fingers.  “I will not suffer further embarrassment after the spectacle you pulled at Jumin’s party!”  She sighed and shook her head.  “Passed over for a plain commoner.  Shameful!”

Sarah pouted and folded her arms.  “Jaehee!  Jaehee, where are my curlers?!”  After a few moments, Jaehee stumbled into the bedroom with curlers.  “Lazy girl!  What took you so long?!”

“I…”

“Oh, never mind.”  Sarah pushed Kyungju out of the way so she could sit at the vanity.  “Curl my hair.”

Jaehee heaved a tired sigh as she stood behind Sarah to curl her hair.

“That’s not fair!” Kyungju whined and stomped her foot.  “Jaehee, I need my hair ribbons to put into bunches!”

“No she doesn’t,” Glam said snappily.  “She needs the pearl barrette we got the other week.  Come now, dear, you aren’t fifteen anymore.  You need to let your hair loose.”

“Then where is my barrette?!”

Jaehee leaned past Sarah to grab the barrette on the vanity counter and handed it to Kyungju.

“But that’s mine!” Sarah whined.

“You’re having the diamond one, Sarah,” Glam said as she applied lipstick to herself.

“Wait, why can’t I wear the diamond one?!” Kyungju whined.

Jaehee sighed softly as she tuned out the voices around her, focusing on her task.

 ---

“Wash the dishes, clean the sheets, mop the floors…” Glam listed Jaehee’s chores as she ushered her daughters out the door.  “Oh.  And make sure to polish the jewellery.”  She turned to Jaehee, her lips curling up into a nasty smirk.  “My pearls, girl.”

Jaehee nodded as she took the pearl necklace off her and handed them to her stepmother.  Glam tittered as she put them on herself.

“Don’t get too comfortable.  I expect fresh baths to be drawn for my girls when we get back.  We’ll be back at either half midnight or later.  But don’t drink too much coffee, dear.  The scent is abhorrent after all.”

“Yes, of course.  Have a lovely time.”

The door slammed shut and Jaehee let out a breath.  She stumbled back and collapsed on the nearest chair. She slumped on the table and sighed tiredly.

“Maybe…just a short nap…” she murmured as she closed her eyes.

She sighed as she began drifting off to sleep.  She was disturbed with a sharp knock on the door.

She jumped to her feet and scurried across the room to answer the door.  Maybe Glam had forgotten something…

“Yes!” a cheerful voice rung out and caught her by surprise.  “It is I!  Godmother Seven Oh Seven!”

Jaehee adjusted her glasses and blinked blearily at her crossdressing acquaintance.  He stood there in a sparkling white and blue tutu, complete with large, glittery wire butterfly wings and a shiny foil wand with a star.

She blinked owlishly.  “…Not tonight.”  She closed the door in his face.

“Ah, Jaehee!  Wait!” Jaehee sighed softly as Saeyoung began knocking on the door frantically.  “I mean it!  Yoosung’s just coming with your dress and wig, he’s just running a little late!”

“A wig?  Why would I need a wig…?”

“Driver Kim is here too, ready to spirit you away to a well earned night of fun and revelry!”

“Luciel, I have chores to do…”

“Which is why Yoosung and I will do them for you!”

“Eh?!” Yoosung’s voice chimed in.  “Seven, you didn’t say such a thing…”

Jaehee sighed as she opened the door.  “Luciel, this is thoughtful really it is but…”

“But, Jaehee, you’re one of Zen’s biggest fans,” Yoosung said as Saeyoung strode into the house.

“I’m fine with not going,” Jaehee sighed as she let Yoosung in.

“You work too hard,” Saeyoung said as he set the wand down and looked around with a thoughtful expression.  “Hm, I see.  Anyway, MC personally picked this dress out for you.  You wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?”

Jaehee looked flustered as Yoosung took the silver dress out of its bag and showed it to her.  “It is…beautiful…”

“Just try it on.  We even have comfortable shoes for you.”

Yoosung fumbled around and pulled some stockings and plimsols that matched the colour of the dress.  Jaehee sighed as she conceded and took the dress off Yoosung.

“Don’t forget the wig!”

“Why do I need a wig?” Jaehee frowned as she took the long brown wig off Yoosung.

“Well, you wouldn’t want to be recognised by your step-family, would you?”  Saeyoung smiled.  “Go ahead. I’ll help brush the wig when you come out.”

Jaehee smiled shyly as she nodded and went into her bedroom to change.

 ---

“Oh, Jaehee,” Yoosung gasped as Jaehee came down in the dress. “You look beautiful.”

Jaehee fiddled with one of the locks of the wig shyly.  “You think so?”

“Of course he does,” Saeyoung scoffed before tottering over to her. “Just one last thing.”  He plucked Jaehee’s glasses off her face and nodded. “Now just let me do your makeup.”

“You know how to apply makeup?” Jaehee said as she was sat down.

Saeyoung pulled a large makeup kit bag out of seemingly nowhere. “Jaehee.  Every cosplayer is always prepared with makeup for every occasion.”  He tipped the bag upside down to reveal lipsticks, mascara, blush, foundation, eyeshadow and even some face paints.

“Oh my, this is more than what Sarah has,” Jaehee muttered as she picked up a lipstick.  “…This is better than what Sarah has.”

“Of course,” Saeyoung grinned as his hand hovered over the pile carefully.  “Yoosung, be a dear and start on the dishes.  After we send Jaehee off, we need to work together with cleaning the sheets.”

“Right!” Yoosung nodded as he made his way to the kitchen.

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Jaehee rolled her eyes as Saeyoung dabbed his eyes whilst waving her off at the door.

“My baby Jaehee is all grown up,” he wailed.

“I’m older than you…”

“My sweet baby Jaehee…”

“Have fun!” Yoosung called as Jaehee stepped into the limo.

“I’ll try to be back for midnight!”

“You stay as long as you like!” Saeyoung called as he waved to her. “Don’t stress!  Fun never has a deadline for its end!”

“That’s what you think,” Jaehee sighed as she sat back and was driven away.

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Jaehee was hesitant to step out of the limo.  There were so many people around the nightclub where the party was being held, wearing shorter dresses than her, flashing their long nails and jewellery, clicking around in their high heels.  They all stood behind a velvet rope in a queue.

She was going to stick out like a sore thumb…

“Miss Kang?”  Jaehee turned to the driver.  “Is everything alright?”

“I’m just…nervous.”

Driver Kim smiled at her reassuringly through the rear-view mirror.  “I understand.  Would you like me to circle round for you to calm down a bit?”

“No, no, I’ll get out now.  Thank you.”

“Oh.  One more thing, before I forget.”  Kim leaned across the passenger seat and opened the glove compartment.  He pulled out a gilded envelope and handed it to her. “Give this to the bouncer at the front of the queue.”

Jaehee nodded as she accepted the envelope and looked at the golden letters that spelled her name out in a cursive font.  With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out of the limo. Her blush deepened as several eyes landed on her and she lowered her gaze, slowly making her way to the bouncer at the front.

She presented the envelope, to which the bouncer took and opened it.  He scanned whatever its contents were before nodding.

“One moment.”

He pressed into his earwig and Jaehee fiddled with her hands nervously.  He murmured under his breath which was drowned out by the chatter of the ladies in the queue.

The door opened behind him and a smartly dressed man stepped out.

“Miss Kang?”

“Yes?”

“Right this way.”

Jaehee let out a soft breath before nodding and following him into the building, much to the displeasure of the chattering girls outside. Inside the club, there were lots of people dancing to the music, girls lining up the extravagant looking bar, snapping their fingers and fumbling with their designer brand clutches.

The man led her through to where another bouncer stood.  He paused and tilted his head, prompting Jaehee to curiously peek around him.  She covered her mouth as she spotted her stepmother and sisters in front of the bouncer, waving her hands.

“Glam Choi!” she said over the din of the nightclub music.  “Do you hear me?  I am the Glam Choi, I have performed with Zen personally, he knows who I am and so should you!”

“Not on the list, not allowed through,” the bouncer barked back, as if tired of her complaints.

“I must be on the list, check it again!”

Jaehee hesitated as her escort approached the bouncer and nodded. The bouncer stepped to the side and unclipped the velvet barrier.  Jaehee faced away from her stepfamily as they screeched about the injustice of their exclusion and hurried forward.

It was quieter as they went down the corridor, the music growing quieter as they progressed further.  They stopped at one of the doors and the man rapped his knuckles on it sharply.

“Miss Jaehee Kang.”

The door flew open and Jaehee widened her eyes as she saw MC in the doorway.  She smiled.

“Jaehee.  You came. I’m glad.”

“One cannot simply refuse an invitation from Luciel if he’s dressed as a fairy,” Jaehee remarked.

MC laughed loudly as the escort bowed and left them alone.  “Come in!  It’s good to have you here.  Zen and Jumin do not get along and I finally have a fellow fangirl to chat with.”

Jaehee smiled weakly as she stepped into the lounge.

There was faint jazz music in the background but Jaehee immediately recognised it to be from one of Zen’s first plays.  Her heart fluttered with the nostalgia as she scoured the room.  She held her breath as she spotted Zen at the bar, mixing a cocktail.

“Zenny!” MC called as she led Jaehee over.  “Zenny, this is Jaehee!”

Zen looked up and smiled at her.  “Jaehee Kang.  You are quite the celebrity.”

“I-I am?” Jaehee stuttered.

“Of course.  MC has spared no detail on your childhood.”

“MC!” Jaehee hissed and MC shrugged as she sat on one of the stools.

“Oh, you know, I couldn’t help but mention you when we were talking about his plays,” MC giggled.

“So tell me…” Zen hummed as he poured two cocktails out into glasses and added a couple of cherries into each.  “What is your favourite play?”

Jaehee looked flustered as he offered her one of the cocktails and took it with a shy look.  “…Dandelion Wishes Brought to You.”

Zen looked surprised.  “Really?!”  Jaehee nodded and he smiled.  “You’re the first fan to say that.  Oh my, that must have been a couple years ago.”

“I just think your performance as Jisoo was heart-wrenching,” Jaehee said with sparkles in her eyes.  “Your performance brought me to tears, you acted so well…”

Zen blushed and rubbed the back of his head.  “Ha.  You know, I first auditioned for the part of Jihae.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.  I’m not fond of cats so I thought I’d be more comfortable as one of the rabbit characters. Then the director decided to cast me as Jisoo instead.”

Jaehee’s heart skipped a beat at this information as she fiddled with the cherry stem and looked up at him in awe.

“Oh, I’ll be right back,” MC said as she stood.  “I’ll introduce you to Jumin later, alright?”

She patted Jaehee’s shoulder before going across the lounge to join two men, one with black hair, the other with turquoise.  Zen huffed.

“That jerk,” he muttered.  “He’s lucky to have a girl like MC.  Not that he deserves it.”  He turned back to Jaehee and sipped his cocktail.  “But enough about him.  Tell me more about yourself.”

“Oh, there isn’t that much to tell,” Jaehee said with a deep blush and looked away.

“Nonsense, MC has talked my ear off about you.  So, tell me.  Is it true that you skipped a few years in school and left poor MC in the dust with your academic success?”

Jaehee’s jaw dropped and she finally met Zen’s gaze.  “…It was just two years.  My father had given me personal tuition when I had fallen sick one summer.  He was afraid I’d fall behind if I kept being sick into the school term.  As it turns out, he was a better teacher than he gave himself credit for.”

Zen’s eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.  “So smart!  I’m so jealous.  I dropped out of school to pursue my acting career…”

“But that is admirable!  You achieved your dreams through your sacrifices!  I look up to you for that.”

Zen looked taken aback before smiling.  “Jaehee.  You’re so nice.”  He stood up straight.  “Let’s get ourselves more comfortable shall we?  I spy a couple of spots on that sofa there.”

Jaehee nodded as she picked up her glass and followed him to the plush looking sofa.  They chatted throughout most of the evening, wrapped up in their own bubble with no-one willing to pop it.  Not even midnight’s strike could pull them apart.

[anika-ann]

Heart Too Cold, but Friends of Gold - Ch.1

Know the Enemy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 1700

Summary: Avenger!reader AU. Part 2 of Melting Hearts series. Part 1 HERE.

Your parents have been taken, parents who didn’t even know you were still alive and playing hero. And now it’s time to negotiate.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of kidnapping, death threat,... crying? Light angst.

Prologue | Story Masterlist

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Tony barely managed to plug in the phone to his magical tech when the annoying ringtone cut the air again.

You had been sitting on one of the stools in his lab, staring ahead blindly. Instead of a science lair, you saw your parents, family dinners and tiny cute birthday parties in a close circle of the few people who still cared. You saw your dad’s proud smile when you finished high school despite all the odds of your poor health and your mother’s tears on the same occasion, the small diner they took you to after, because you loved it there and you had preferred it to some fancy restaurant.

A squeeze on your hand brought you back to the present and you blinked, looking up to Steve’s face. A shadow of concern was there, but he gave you an encouraging smile. You gulped, eyeing the phone as if it could explode.

“Gonna put in on speaker, sounds good?” Tony hummed, already accepting the call and truly setting it so all of you could hear the caller. Steve’s hand never left yours.

“He-hello?” you spoke up quietly, mentally cursing. Too low. Yet, the person on the other end of the line must have heard you, because he responded.

“Hello, my darling!”

Steve’s grip tightened as the man greeted you cheerfully and Tony quickly started typing sounlessly in order to trace the call. You closed your eyes, the picture of your parents, each tied to a chair and a tape covering their mouths, swimming behind your eyelids.

“What do you want?”

There was a short silence following your question.

“Straight to business, I like that,” the man commented, his voice, immediately burned into your brain like a brand, causing you to sober up. “I wanted you attention.”

“You have it.” You have no idea how much attention you have, you dickbag. Touch them and I swear I’ll rip you open with my teeth.

“Obviously, Snowflake.” You winced, just like Steve, who was trying to keep composed by your side. “I’d like a meeting.”

“Why? Why would you kidnap those people? What-“

“Told ya. Wanted your attention. Gotta admit, your backstory is less interesting then I thought, but the Michaels always had high expectations.”

There was a bitter note behind his words and your lips parted. What the fuck? Was he trying to lead you astray? Or did he really just introduce himself? Both men present with you seemed as surprised as you were – Tony’s eyebrows were up, while Steve’s face darkened. He didn’t like the man revealing himself so easily-- and honestly neither did you.

“Why do you want to meet?”

To kill me?

“Big fan of yours. But with how much fan mail you get, I figured I needed something… bigger.”

You gritted your teeth at the painful pang of anxiety attacking your stomach. Yeah, sure, kidnapping your parents was a bit bigger. How the hell had he figured it out? There was no chance this Michaels didn’t know who you were, no chance of your parents being abducted being a coincidence. Yet, you needed to be sure.

“And you thought kidnapping two innocent people would do?” you strained through your teeth.

Tony gave you a thumbs up and lighted up the big screen – he traced the call. Naturally, it was from Pennsylvania; right at the source.

“Worked, didn’t it? I’m sure your friends already traced the call to the right building, so now nothing stands in the way of our meeting-“ You shot Steve a panicked look – this guy knew very well what he was doing. He must have known how precise the program was, when using the military network combined with Tony’s. How could he know that? “-so why don’t you come tomorrow at 8 a.m.? I would set the meeting earlier, but I tend to be cranky before I have my coffee.”

Steve’s expression was one of furious, veins on his arms ascending as his free hand curled up into a fist. His other forearm was pale; you realized you had been subconsciously tightening your grip on his hand and what was worse, your powers started working on their own, cooling the limb down.

You immediately let go, shocked and horrified. After that, you didn’t think your horror could escalate, but obviously, you were wrong.

“Also, leave your group of merry men and deadly woman home. If you don’t come alone, I’ll know. And if I know, they die.”

Steve shook his head rapidly, his eyes hard and disapproving. Tony was trying to get your attention, waving his hands. ‘Prove of life,’ he mouthed.

You breathed in shakily, closing your eyes. You were out of options. You whole body, every single instinct was screaming at you to tell him to go screw himself, because it was an obvious trap, but you didn’t have a choice.

He had your parents. There was only thing you could do.

“8 a.m. it is. I’ll come. Alone,” you added firmly, ignoring Steve’s hand grabbing your arm and pulling lightly to make you face him.

You opened your eyes slowly, meeting his – they were speaking to you soundlessly, scolding your for even thinking about negotiating with the man and meeting him on your own. You allowed yourself to drown in the sea of outraged blue, surprisingly calming you despite the emotions promising a fight in it. You found yourself strangely relaxed, an insane reaction to this mess.

“But I’m gonna need a non-stop prove of these people being alive.”

Steve’s gaze softened with compassion and you pretended it didn’t do things to you. You fooled no one.

“Obviously. Accept the video feed,” Michaels ordered and Tony clicked on the icon, another big screen lighting up with a face of a man.

JARVIS automatically started the recognition program, while you instinctively started asserting the man. White male in his forties, a bit round face, dark stubble, piercing grey eyes. Two-inch scar above his left eyebrow. It was impossible to guess his built with his body out of the frame.

“And you know, you can cut the game of calling them ‘people’. I know who they are to you,” he exclaimed, one corner of his lips rising.

You swallowed loudly as he disappeared from the frame then, angling the phone and showing you old industrial metallic door. He nudged it with his foot and it opened easily.

You ceased to breathe, your heart stopping as well. Your palm fled to cover your mouth as tears gathered in your eyes.

Here they were; the scene in front of you resembled the photo you had received, so he must have taken it from the very same angle. There wasn’t any change really, but for that you were actually grateful. You parents were still alive and breathing, their scared eyes flashing to the camera for a second before they lowered their gazes to the floor again. Your mother’s shoulders shook, her sobs muffled by the tape over her mouth.

The table you set your fist onto covered in thick layer of ice. You quickly raised it again.

“See, Frostbite? Living and kicking. Let’s keep it this way. You’ll hear from me every half an hour so you know your precious p-“ you held your breath in anticipation. Had he told them? Was he about to tell them now? “-people are still breathing. Can’t wait to meet you, Snowflake.”

And then the line went dead.

You sobbed, folding like a house of cards under a slight breeze. Steve shifted in his position, wrapping his strong arms around you instead of the simple challenging grip on your arm, and you instantly reached for the comfort he was offering. He placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Hey, we’ll handle this-“

“Alone,” you whimpered, your voice muffled by his t-shirt. You could feel him shaking his head.

“Not an option. We’ll figure something out. Tony? Who’s this guy?”

“Frederick Michaels. Former employee of… well, me. Stark Industries. MIT graduate, summa cum laude. Just your average IT guy here. Fired a year ago,” Tony informed him swiftly. He didn’t need an encouragement to elaborate. “For harassment. That poor woman had to take a half-year of therapy. Jeez, I wouldn’t be surprised if Pepper had been the one to pack his bag herself. She’s allergic to that stuff.”

You allowed yourself breathe in at the mention of Pepper Potts. That woman was a goddess among men, ultimately badass in a bit different way than Natasha. And you needed to be all kind of badass now. You retreated from Steve’s hug, rising from your stool. Yet, you didn’t quite leave Steve’s personal space, comforted by the heat he was radiating. You eyed Tony.

“Why would he target me?” Why would he target my parents?

“Given his history, I would say it’s your outfit, it’s very tight on the right places-“ Tony hummed, cut off by Steve’s murderous glare, “-but this seems much more complicated than that. Why don’t you chill while everyone else gets here? JARVIS?”

“Already sent an alert to Agents Romanov and Barton as well as Doctor Banner, sir.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, the team working like swish watch. He picked the wrong team to mess with. We’ll deal with that bastard in no time, no worries, Frosty.”

Despite yourself and the air so thick in the room you could cut it with a knife, you smiled.

“Also, get that ice from my table, Elsa. Your manners suck.”

You did as he asked, trying to ignore the anxiety at your powers going haywire – you had other things to worry about now. But you could feel Steve’s worried gaze at the back of your head as your hand hovered over the mess you had made.

He was shaken by that as much as you were, but you never got to talk about it, because Clint entered the laboratory with a yawn.

“What’s up, ki-“ The words died in his throat when he saw the frozen frame of two civilians tied to chairs. “Where’s the fight?” he asked instead and Tony sighed, zooming the map out, replacing the ugly picture.

When the red dot appeared in a town called Snow Shoe, you almost send an icicle through the hologram, really not appreciating the irony.

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Part 2

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Tags:  @mermaidxatxheart​, @murdermornings​, @elisaa-shelby​ @ask-hellbent-tweek @cxptain, @kallafrench​

[crewhonk]

Bet (2/4)

Warnings: so fluffy youre going to drown

Summary: A first bet leads to a night with the staff of midtown and one Bucky and Charlie Barnes. Another bet is made.

Words: 2.2K

PART ONE

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YN pulled up to Natasha and Sams house with a stomach filled to the brim with bright orange butterflies. The house was quant— a small porch and a small garden with a soft yellow door and both American and Russian flags hanging from the porch supports. There was a swinging chair that took up the majority of space on the porch, and the driveway was already filled with cars of every sort. A minivan, a jeep, three SUV’s and a flashy red car. 

YN made her way up to the front door and knocked, waiting ten seconds before knocking again when there was no answer. There was a resounding rumble of an engine and YN turned just in time to see someone pull up beside the red car in an equally flashy motorcycle. YN didn’t need to wait long to find out who it was, as when the man took off his helmet, a head of flowing, shiny brown hair exploded out of it, framing Bucky Barnes face perfectly and effortlessly. 

“They’ll be out back!” He said without greeting her, and she skipped off of the steps towards him. He nodded towards the Tupperware tucked under her arm and shook his head. 

“Two things— they’re going to kill you for bringing food, they like to take care of us— and why are you trying to make everyone else look bad, huh?” He grinned and nodded for her to lead the way. He allowed a single glance to YN’s ass, hugged tight by the denim of her overalls. The printed shirt moved with her and it hadn’t been until today, but Bucky was sure he had never seen YN’s hair down in the two weeks she had worked at Midtown. He quite liked the look. 

“Mom always taught me it was rude to not bring food to someone's house the first time you went there, and I’m sure they won’t mind. It’s my great nan's recipe— tradition for a reason.” YN turned back and smiled, and he grinned back adoringly as he walked around and opened the gate for her. 

“Wait, where’s Charlie? You promised.” YN teased as she walked passed him and her question was almost immediately answered by a mass of back fur running past her and launching itself at Bucky, who crowed with laughter. Charlie was the largest dog, YN had ever seen— no less that one hundred and twenty pounds and rising to Bucky’s hip. 

“Come on, Bud, not in front of the pretty new girl.” He cooed at the dog and shoved him off of him, looking up at a flustered YN and winking playfully. “I’m trying to be cool and you jumpin’ up on me and makin’ me look like a softie ain’t what I was planning.”

YN waited for him to look at her before shrugging and raising an eyebrow. “Dog’s are smarter than us a lot of the time— he makes you look pretty good.” She looked fondly down at the large dog who was currently looking at Bucky like he had hung the sky and stars. She placed her free hand on the dogs head, and he wagged his tail at the new attention he was being given. 

“You look like your papa takes real good care of you, honey. He’s almost just as cute as you are.” She cooed, looking up at Bucky as she spoke the last half and letting a wave of giddiness wash over her at the way he shook his hair into his face to hide the red of his cheeks. Their moment was interrupted by a head of red hair and a glaring Natasha. 

“Is that food? What is wrong with you. Give it to me.” She snatched the Tupperware from YN’s hands and lead her deeper into the yard and placed it in the middle of the extra-long picnic table. There were even more dogs around the corner, and Charlie loped ahead and pushed a small Pomeranian over on its side, launching immediately into a gentle wrestle session. There was a swing by the yard (‘We have everyone over so much, we just decided to invest. I think the adults have more fun on it than the kids to, honestly,’ Natasha explained later over the beer in her hand, watching Sam and Bucky using the two-sided swing and wincing as the swing sets legs lifted from the ground) which held three toddlers being pushed by two teens— Cassandra Lang and a kid who YN had yet to meet, despite him looking around Cassandra’s age. 

“Guys! YN brought food!” Natasha’s exclamation was met with noises of interested protest and YN raised her hands in surrender. She could hear Bucky chuckling fondly beside her. 

“I won’t do it again, I promise!” 

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It was hours after YN arrived, and only one hour after the group had all had their fair share of food. They were all sitting around a fire, now, drinks of choice cradled in hands and thighs pressed against thighs. YN sat, staring into the fire happily when Natasha sat on the stone bench next to her. 

“You having a good night so far, Kid?” She asked, and offered YN a beer, which she declined politely. 

“I am— way better than grading, I have to admit.” She confessed and Natasha let out a sound of triumph. There was a cheer from the table behind them and YN watched, smiling as Sam ran around the yard, arms spread out by his sides as he did a victory lap and declaring himself ‘2019 School Year Beer Pong Champion’, much to Bucky’s annoyance. Cassandra and the boy she was pushing the kids with— Harley, ignored Sam, heads craned closely together and having a low conversation. Harley had been Tony’s kid from his previous marriage, and when the marriage hadn’t worked out, Tony won majority custody and fell in love with Steve as easy as breathing. Steve and Harley had taken to each other easily, and it was obvious they cared deeply for each other. Steve and Tony sat beside Harley, Tony’s pomeranian, Friday (nicknamed ‘Dummy’) snored loudly in his lap as his parents shared quick kisses with the other. 

“See? I knew you were more than some twenty-four year old stuck in an 80-year-olds body.” Natasha teased and guffawed as her drunk boyfriend face planted into their neat lawn. 

“Hey, I’m fun and hip, I promise.” She bit back and ignored Natasha’s playful scoff. 

“Yeah, you’re a real Donna Sheridan.”

“Thank you.”

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It was another two hours later before families made their way home. A sleepy Morgan with her nose buried in Steve’s neck and an equally sleepy Tony were shepherded out of the yard by Harley and Steve first. Then, Thor and his professor wife, Jane Foster left, having church to attend the following morning. The crowd of twenty dwindled down to fifteen, and when Scott and his wife Hope decided it was about time to leave, YN stretched her arms over her head and stood. 

“Well, I think I’m almost ready to head out.” She sighed and Bucky shot up quickly. Everyone looked to him sharply and he shifted his weight. 

“I— um— I think I’m going to head out too.” He said, patting his pockets to make sure his wallet and keys were in his pockets. Natasha only looked at him with her trademark smirk and watched as he lingered by the gate, messing with his helmet as she said goodbye to YN. 

“I think you have a fan,” She whispered into YN’s ear as they hugged and YN’s eyes found themselves resting on Bucky who was adjusting and readjusting the straps of his helmet, still. 

“I don’t think I mind all that much, honestly.” She replied and Natasha pulled back delighted. 

“I like you, Kid. Treat him right.”

“Oh my God.”

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With a handful of final goodbyes to see if Bucky was, in fact, stalling to wait for her, YN waved one more and relieved him of his awful acting. He looked up when her feet touched the stone patio, and couldn’t fight the smile that found its way on his face, not that he would want to, anyway. 

“You waited for me?” YN asked as if she hadn’t already realized that seven minutes ago. He shook his head and held his helmet in the crook of his elbow. Charlie had gone home with the Stark-Rogers, as Bucky liked to ride his bike, and Charlie was particularly fond of their kids and of Friday.

“As if you didn’t already know.” YN giggled at his words and nodded her head. 

“Well, you did adjust your straps for a full seven minutes, so it wasn’t hard to guess what you were doing,” YN said, pulling her keys from her own pocket and swinging them on her finger. He walked past his bike and leaned against her car, folding his arms after depositing the helmet on his bike seat. 

“I was going to start spit-shining it if you didn’t hurry up, honestly.” He joked and huffed a laugh when YN wrinkled her nose in playful disgust. 

“Gross,” She commented and leaned against the door, facing Bucky and resting her cheek against her palm. “Why did you wait— not that I don’t appreciate it, but a girl has to know why a guy as smart and as handsome as you would wait around for her.” YN saw no need in beating around the bush— from small exchanges over the week in the break room and in the hallways to students approaching her and telling her random facts about Mr. Barnes, it was no secret how the two adults were attracted to each other. 

“I wanted to make sure you got safe in your car.” He stated simply, and her heart deflated just slightly. 

“Is that it?” She asked, and he turned his body towards hers, letting the back of his fingertips ghost over the exposed skin of her forearm. YN ignored the way it seemed to become much harder to breathe in order to properly hear his response. 

“I also wanted to see if you wanted to do something with me— without all these chumps, anyway.” He nodded towards the house where Bruce and wife Betty rolled the stroller holding his three-month-old daughter Lyra to their minivan. 

YN’s eyelids fluttered, as she looked up at him through her lashes and he felt all of the air in his lungs expel from his body. He wanted closer— needed closer, so he pulled her free hand from its place fiddling in her pocket and intertwined their fingers slowly, gauging for a reaction other than the soft one he was currently getting. 

“You wanna go on a date? With me?” She asked breathlessly, squeezing his hand with her own. He squeezed back twice and stepped closer. 

“If you want to, anyway.” He whispered, ignoring the bright shine of headlights from the minivan, taking this time to see YN’s expression in full light. God, he wanted to memorize every detail of her in every expression as soon as possible— he hadn’t felt like this since Dorothy, and the thought sent a thrill through him. How had she gotten him so wrapped around her finger in the two weeks she had known him was beyond him. 

“We’re pretty busy this week, so how about this weekend?” She whispered and her breath ghosted over his chin and throat, making him hold back a rumble of appreciation. Spirit week was this week, and he was overjoyed to find out that he had his favourite class with him— his honours senior physics class. 

“This weekend sounds great. Do you want my number so we can figure out more details?” She asked, barely able to tear her eyes away from his lips that were suddenly really, really close to her own. He nodded, and YN watched as a devious smile spread over his face. 

“I’ll take your number, but how about we make this more fun?” YN blinked at his proposition and stepped back, looking up at him with a bewildered expression. Bucky didn’t mourn the loss of her, knowing that they would be seeing each other very soon. 

“What?”

“It’s spirit week, right? Whoever wins between our two classes gets to pick the date. From top to bottom, everything.” He smiled and she matched it.

“You know I’m a little bit of a control freak, right?” She hummed, grabbing his other hand and holding it as well. She could see his pulse dilate with happiness and she leaned in closer to him, relishing in the way his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips. 

“Mmhm,” he couldn’t even form words, feeling just how the playing field had levelled. 

“It means I’m going to win.” She whispered, lips barely touching his own before she pulled away and opened her car door, climbing in and rolling down the window. 

“I’ll be sure to make you eat your words and take you out on the best damn date you’ve ever been on, YLN.” He grumbled, stepping away and watching as she shifted the car into gear— she knew how to drive a standard— that was hot. 

“I’m sure you will, Barnes.” She quipped, handing him a slip of paper she had written on quickly and pulling off of the curb, turning around and heading in the other direction. He watched as she stuck a hand out of her sunroof to wave goodbye and he did the same, unfolding the paper in his hand and almost jumping up and down like a teenage boy when he saw the ten digits of YN YLN’s phone number scrawled messily over it.